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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: yep
Haha, I figured, no problem. I am the same way with character sheets, I like to discover things about characters through role-play. Yep no worries, working on a reply as we speak. 
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-02 at 22:07:18.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: haha
Yeah, the roleplay is AWESOME right now. One little note Kaelyn, Joseph's actually Kirvass, which is human like you. No big deal, thought I'd let you know though. 
EDIT: For now I'll assume you speak in Common instead there, does that work?
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-02 at 21:52:49.
Edited on 2010-02-02 at 21:54:24 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: hmm
Alright, I'm going to try to get a post in response to Meri up before I have to leave. I see Kaelyn is logged in as well however, not a big deal really but if you are going to post in response right now as well, I'll let you do it first and then put up my post. Does that make sense? Either way I'll start writing and tweak it if you do post Kaelyn. Hope that works. I'm really enjoying this pace.
EDIT: Heh, question answered.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-02 at 21:43:00.
Edited on 2010-02-02 at 21:48:01 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: short reply
The silence wrapped the distance in mystery. Joseph stood before the party of six, still and quiet watching them very careful for every movement. They seemed awkward and clumsy together, not close as experienced traveling parties often are. Each was still so clearly an individual, or at least uncomfortable around each other. So it seemed to one who had grown up a child of the road born into a gypsy community.
How had he managed to find himself flung back into a group of travelers? The great liberation he had experienced, was it all for naught? He loved other people as dearly as he loved nature but he could not help but find actual interaction with them trying. They were constantly delving into emotional issues, they wished to deal with their feelings and it tired Joseph immensely. Hopefully this would be a short engagement. Hopefully.
A beautiful woman stood ahead of the party. She was dressed in fine scale mail. Joseph eyed her acutely. The leader it seemed. He was not used to a party being led by a woman, many people usually made arbitrary and irrational differentiations between genders, perhaps this was a positive sign, they saw past the silly discriminations between races and genders, all were children of the the one great mother.
As Joseph took his position astride Tristessa, he seemed to strike fear into a younger woman. A pretty, young girl with bright red hair that begged attention. Interesting both woman bore the bright colour of hair, even if the first’s was much more subtle. Though the thought of sisters leapt to mind, it left just as fast, they looked as though they didn’t know each other. The woman who stood forward did so for everyone, or, perhaps, for herself. Another clue: the girl did not seek the woman for comfort but the obviously mismatching man with the pale skin, sharp ears and dark hair. Another chance that these people were not as ignorant as most: a blindness to race as well. Or so it seemed for now.
The same elven featured man, who seemed at least somewhat cultured in the language of travel as he was adorned in the garb of a wanderer, spoke quiet words Joseph could not hear before the voice was raised to carry through the sky to Joseph’s ears. Joseph listened to the words quietly.
Odd, he thought. Perhaps this was not the party he sought after all, if what the man said was true at least. Considering the sentence that had been delivered to him, Joseph became more and more skeptical about the truth of the content. Indeed, who flees a bounty on their head and tells the first stranger they meet about it. They were obviously still new to each other so how might they have fled together or, more suspicious, found a price on all their heads. No, the man was a liar, Joseph decided. Dishonesty carried a bitter flavour to Joseph and yet he could not blame them, he had his own tale that would not emerge.
However, it was not Joseph’s way to accept a lie blindly. He had not moved a muscle since he froze at Tristessa’s side. Still, he did not move as his mouth opened to project his short speech to the small party down the road, “I’m not one to discourse through shouts and cries. Come hither, so you may quit your dishonesty, and tell me your tale. You need shelter and something more, methinks.” The speech seemed odd to Joseph. He was not one to invite dialogue, and here he was almost offering himself. Something greater was at work in this... it had to be.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-02 at 20:52:59.
Edited on 2010-02-02 at 20:58:54 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: righto
I'll try to get a response to Loki as soon as possible. Hopefully next day or two... Looking forward to trying out this RPing.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-02 at 19:51:23.
Edited on 2010-02-02 at 19:54:17 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Save The Princess, Save The Wyrm
Subject: fillin in
The fight evaporate before Peter’s eyes. As he surged into combat, all of the enemies were already falling from flying arrows. Finally he had the chance to showcase his skill set and instead everyone else was shooting them down from a distance. That’s not the way to fight, he thought bitterly with his sword finding naught but air.
In the end, Peter blade was wetted with but one Kobold bugger’s blood. Peter sighed and shook his head at the others with half a grin on his face. He was about to make some clever quip about calling dibs when he his attention was stolen from the battle to the aftermath. At his feet the Kobolds were melting into some oily, waxy residue that they had already noticed for blanketing the ground.
There have been battles galore already today, Peter thought to himself. The dome had already sent his skin crawling, a walking wax museum of worthless little rag dolls thrown at people like pawns wasn’t helping his disposition. Magic had always wracked Peter’s nerves. He liked a straightforward battle, where two men are tried against each other and nothing but their skill is measured. The idea that somebody was watching them, maybe through some crazy crystal ball, and sending tests and experiments at them before even truly trying was disturbing. Peter gripped his sword tighter and looked about himself nervously.
The portcullis and window shutters didn’t help matters for Peter. He was angered to have to play around with picking locks or some other sneaky business, he preferred facing a foe face to face. They were at the mercy of whatever sorcerer was behind this entire event.
Peter considered what motivation this person would find for their actions. A random wizard with enough power to perform these tricks shouldn’t be bothering with a small town mansion. Unless it was personal? What was the name of that magician who had trained the apprentice again? If only Peter had taken the time to learn more about him, he had been to preoccupied with appeasing an eager crowd and getting under the dome. Either way something more complicated was going on here...
After a short pause, the party picked up the pace again, with Crow, Ela and Brandr leading through the gardens, with their sneaking skills. Peter felt like a lumbering oaf in front of them his armour clinking and clattering with every step. He grinned at the comparison before continuing to move with the party.
As they slid through the gardens Peter became aware of the odd statues that filled the gardens, it didn’t take much closer examination to discover these were in fact the guests. More wizardry, Peter considered bitterly. The idea of ending up frozen for the rest of time, of course, wasn’t incredibly appealing, a thought that stoked the cleric’s sympathies for these unsuspecting sots turned into stone. This fueled Peter, he would get them revenge.
Peter’s thoughts were drawn beyond the statues shortly however to what the scouting party was in the middle of. They had apparently had their interest drawn in by the terrace. Peter tried to focus his eyes on the shadows that were flickering behind the linen. It was hard to tell what he was seeing but it seemed some small amount of large beings were engaged in... something. Peter gripped his sword tighter, it was all he could do to resist charging in and let his party members do their job.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-02 at 19:41:54.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: I'm with Kaelyn
Yep! Let's get some posts, I wanna RP, I've been keeping this character in the bag for two long, I'm really looking forward to seeing how he fares off the character sheet and into Baelonea.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-01 at 23:19:01.
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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: haha
Heh, nice. Yep my first bet was on Gnolls and still is, Bugbears is pretty likely too. Either way I'll bet two sling bullets on Gnolls... I think thats all i got as far as bartering goes. Or else, next thing you know we'll be seeing Derry with Peter's long sword and Crow in Plate Armour. 
K. I'll try to get a post up next day or two...
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-01 at 23:15:26.
Edited on 2010-02-01 at 23:16:11 by Dragonblood
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 2
Subject: damn
And here I was, all excited to see Spores up on the latest update forum topics list. I will watch myself closer from now, but they will always be spiders in my heart. 
Don't worry I'm only kidding, I like to think I have a better imagination than that.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-01 at 18:54:07.
Edited on 2010-02-01 at 19:14:25 by Dragonblood
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 2
Subject: Good and Bad
Well I'm sorry to see Loki leave one post in, but I understand the pressures of life and hope that none of them are all that bad. Best wishes Loki, I will see you in Tek's game (if you're still playing that one...?).
As far as an update goes? Yes please. I'm looking very much forward to it and I must say that the enjoyment of this game is mutual Al. I'm having a lot of fun playing the game and RPing with everyone. It is certainly a different character for me and I'm having a lot of fun playing around with him and gaming with all of you. Thank you Al for inviting me to join and enjoy this game, it is much appreciated! 
Oh and I hope you're free of the ills that plagued you a few days ago Almerin. 
Here's to hoping we kick these Spiders booties! 
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-31 at 22:41:51.
Edited on 2010-01-31 at 22:44:06 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: there we go
phew. Alright, its up, not my best but fun to write and introductions are always difficult. Let me know if I do anything beyond my control (particularly my dealing with the other party - not trying to control other characters ). I hope its up to par, everyone's writing has been fantastic so far and a great read, I'm glad to be joining your ranks, unless y'all choose to kill me first.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-30 at 01:31:05.
Edited on 2010-01-30 at 01:31:41 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: g'day mates
A day of brilliance and beauty met Baelenoa with the dawn, casting its light in long strokes of gold over a road that ran out of Vyrrmas. It was a new birth for the bright sun, cracking forth from both a dark night and a stormy predecessor for a yesterday, earning the label ‘day’ only for passage of hours. And yet, the damp teeth of rain clung to the souls of six travelers who now met this sunlit road, they had been flung from their lives into a world of mystery and malice. All that was left of them in Vyrrmas now were memories and malevolent images, plastered up around the town.
And so, a ragamuffin collection of newly dubbed adventurers hit the wilderness, some with determination, some with desperation and some with despair. As the sky saw its daily race of light, so the road saw new scars as footsteps passed along it. Time eased itself out steadily and guided them down their path towards the ruins they had been thrown toward by fate... or chance... or the will of a mysterious man.
Groaning bellies were not ignored and met with a lunch that, perhaps, was not the sustenance they were used to, but would have to do, it was a new life they lead now and their bodies would adapt. Again their feet were sent to task of carrying them along the road that lead to their destination. It seemed nearly attainable until they saw the path bore itself into the gaping maw of the forest. It was not the new scenery that begged the halting of the mismatched party, but its guardian. A wolf, with fixed jaws, intent eyes and muscular torso. Frozen at the mouth of their path which rivered its way into the woods, the beast stood focused earnestly upon the passengers.
The silent sky was torn through with the cry of this lone wolf. A beautiful moan both bayed and barked, that whirled itself through the day to the halted crew. The party’s action was ceased for seconds that drew themselves out with anxiety. Finally. the woman who had, with charismatic initiative, taken helm of the party till then, took a step forward, an act of preparation and leadership it seemed. It may have brought comfort to some and nerves to others but to the wolf it seemed to lend nothing but curious noting in the intelligent eyes.
From the folds of shadows that consumed the trees a figure stood forth, to join the animal that watched the road. Though hard to judge at the distance, he stood with a prominent height. it was not, however, the head to toe length that would impress but the stature, a strong straightness. An erect posture that gave the suggestion of agility and dignity.
Loose trousers swung around legs, which bent gently at the knees, and swirled around sturdy but light boots. A shirt, baggy enough to be breathable and tight enough to evade being snagged on thorns and branches hung about his body, opening low around his neck and revealing a chest that had reluctantly gleaned both firm muscle and mild tan. From the short sleeves emerged arms that were long and taut with muscle, lean and subtle, that suggested endurance more than might.
One hand rested lightly but firmly on the shaft of a quarter staff that pressed itself gently into the earth. Across his chest was slung a short bow crafted, not expertly or gorgeously, but functionally, practically. Hanging with it was a quiver of arrows carved pragmatically from wood, again short of adept carpentry. A tiny sack was about his shoulders that indicated an extremely light traveler. A fine leather belt looped itself through his pants and sagged slightly as it bore a simple scabbard, made of a similar brown leather, on one side and a small water skin on the other. There was no craftsmanship in any of it but the sheath safely and tightly held the long blade of a knife whose hilt emerged from its mouth.
Even from the distance, the face was striking. A head, which stood on slight shoulders and a long neck, was shaved low showing only the shadow of black hair. A firm jaw was cut out but hidden behind thick, dark curls that gnarled across his face wildly, wrapping around his large red lips. Darting out above was a thin, sharp nose with a quiet violence that suggested independence and regality. Large, fierce eyes stood squarely about the bridge of his nose, staring sharply out across the road. A haunting, striking blue was pearled about the pupil. The man stood before the party motionless, gazing out at them.
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The bright day had worn forth with a gentle resilience, allowing the sun to wheel its way across the sky while Joseph stood in the threshold of the forest, awaiting Tristessa’s signal. He had plied longer hours with diligent patience and today stood no different from the other waning suns and rising moons he had watched.
Joseph let the heat pass across his body silently, as the sand of time drifted past. He allowed himself to slip out of its stream, disappearing into the wilds. He was frozen at the edge of the trees and welcomed the warm and bright sensations as the plants did. He did not blink, his fingers did not touch and the buzz of his mind quieted itself.
Slowly he let his humanity eek itself out and welcomed himself as a petrified piece of the nature. This ecstasy that crept through his bones was a tingling yearning, a deep desire to be one with the world which he was blessed to be on. But alas the mad monologue that passed through every man’s brain could not be entirely escaped, no matter how much meditation one did. There was but one way to enter Baelonea’s blood stream, but how...?
The howl came as a shock but he did not even shiver, only allowed his eyes to refocus and a human’s breath to pass through his lips. He turned out to the edge of the woods and peered through the gateway of foliage. Six travelers were making their way towards his position. Joseph nodded to himself, now was his time. Perhaps this was the path he was asked to take. The man resisted allowing a human’s sigh to pass from his lips and emerged to meet them.
Joseph took long strides to meet Tristessa’s form in the centre of the path and gazed across the heat at the frozen party. Unless the brief encounter with the centaurs was counted, he had not been with others for half a decade. That was how he lived, was there another possibility? Could he truly return to his old way of life. Indeed, was this in fact a return. Joseph silenced his thoughts: human anxieties. He fixed his eyes upon the six forms and stood stolidly. It was not belligerence that restricted him from greeting or approaching even but simply that the way of the wild was his code. He lived mannerless, empty of etiquette, there was naught but the lessons of nature, all else was pretension. So he stood with his companion at his side, awaiting his fate... or perhaps it was chance... and maybe even it was the will of a mysterious man.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-30 at 01:19:28.
Edited on 2010-01-30 at 01:27:12 by Dragonblood
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 2
Subject: action
I guess I didn't totally make Odin's actions clear. He will fire two crossbow bolts into the closest insect, as it will be too hard to focus all their missiles at one particular one, and if they felled it, it would be unfortunate to waste a crossbow bolt. That and swinging the cross bow back to hanging at his back will be his first round, if he can draw his rapier in that action as well then we're peachy. If not Foxtooth'll have to wait till next round.
Aaaaand, not to toot my own horn but that was my 300th post
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-26 at 07:52:35.
Edited on 2010-01-26 at 07:53:44 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: let's get down to business
Sounds good to me, well I can be the human shield if necessary, considering I'm shiny and metal and all.
I edited the post to reflect the change in action, hope that works for everyone involved.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-25 at 18:57:21.
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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: battle
Alrighty. Finally got the time to put a post up. For clarity's sake, Peter will draw his sword and run up to where Crow is and then wait to cut down some Kobolds.
EDIT: Just read Keeper's post. I figure it doesn't make sense to send one swords man in solo, and Peter would understand that, so he'll join Keeper around the lefter side and let our ranged weapons peg off the ones further to the right. That makes sense right...? I'll edit my post accordingly.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-25 at 18:19:42.
Edited on 2010-01-25 at 18:49:06 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Save The Princess, Save The Wyrm
Subject: ketchup
The struggle of shoveling was both hot and exhausting. Peter could feel his skin glistening with a coat of sweat beneath the heavy splint mail. He sighed as the sun beat down and he and Brandr toiled side by side beneath the red dome. However their struggles paid off beautifully and left a chute that tunneled right into the manor’s orchard. Peter grinned at Brandr, proud of his work. He waited for the party to come clap them on the backs but instead found they were hurrying inside. He sighed and tried to put aside his egoism and come down to task, as much as he loved accolades there was something of more importance at hand.
Noctus returned looking rather satisfied and he had discovered a map for the party to make good use of. Peter smiled at him, that sly bugger, he thought to himself, grinning broadly. Peter was listened over the eager discussion about what should be done. Again his feelings of glaring inadequacy niggled up in his stomach. His experience came in head to head combat, all he had learned was the glory and devastation that battle taught him on the fields between Ertain and Sendria. The blood drenched mornings and the bone-white moon of the nights of ghosts were what he knew, not the cunning of creeping. However, Peter trusted Brandr for his honourable nature, his warrior’s dignity and, perhaps, though Peter did not like to admit it, for his race.
Peter tried to follow the argument, but before he could engage himself Brandr and Crow were off to meet them through the back door. Peter looked about himself, Ela, Derry and Noctus. He was comforted to know that they were all capable individuals and he would not find himself lost or alone in the context of battle.
However, before these thoughts could extend themselves too far, he saw before him the shadows of short, ugly abominations. Dog-like midgets, Peter thought to himself, accursed Kobolds. They were scum, parasites that clung to those thriving and raided, killed, pillaged, swept in in great numbers, watched their brothers fall at their side thoughtlessly. They raged with pure evil. But there was no time for morals now. Peter slid his long sword from the scabbard that hung at his side.
Crow was out in front and Peter felt a sick worry overtake him. The Syl rogue was not nearly as prepared to take the slashing blades of these beasts and, besides, they needed him very badly if they were to make it through the mansion alive.
Peter leapt forward with his blade bright in the light, he shouted to his Syl comrade, “Crow get back, I got you covered.” Just as he spoke he saw the rapid movement of his swashbuckling fellow diving toward the enemy line, seeking to dash it into bits with his devilishly and deceptively sharp rapier.
"I'm with you scoundrel!" Peter shouted grinning, pumping himself forward with the man, his blade held up, prepared to slice the malicious monsters into mince meat. He bent himself towards meeting the scourge of goodness on their left flank with Noctus, careful not to get in the swordsman's way but to be near at hand if help was needed. Before the clash, he called out to the wind, without looking back, “Brandr, you there?”
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-25 at 18:18:14.
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok ~ 2 ~ A Short Adventure in Audalis
Subject: page 2 here we come!
Odin held his crossbow uneasily as they waited in the museum. There was a sense of danger about the place, with its gaping mouth splitting through the wall and dozens of khords struggling to escape into the streets. However, he stood stolidly watching Bohen examine the floor and, more importantly, watching the door in case more beasts were to burst through. He did not want to lose a man this fast and Bohen looked like massive-insect-dinner to Odin, just sitting on the floor of the museum.
Bohen suddenly exploded out a stream of speech, which Odin struggled to latch on to. He was blustering about how prepared everyone was. Odin had indeed noticed it, but in a room, packed full of khords, he hadn’t been as surprised as the ranger. If it hadn’t been them, it would’ve been someone else. Odin took a long breath, air whistling through his nostrils as he exhaled, while Bohen spoke of previous jobs. Here it came, he’s been building to this the whole time, Odin thought. He knows my face but he can’t quite place it.
But before Odin could really even entertain the thought, Bohen disappeared back into his work. What an odd young fellow, Odin thought, but he was as entertained as bemused and was interested in seeing how they would fend side to side. He turned to Rerra grinning broadly at the antics of the young one.
“My blade and I havff earned our gold in our day.” Odin simply nodded, letting the words out into the room, not sure who, if anyone, was interested. As he finished he found he had almost interrupted Rerra’s own words, which he was much more interested in listening to. He caught onto what she was saying and blushed slightly, but he knew it was the truth.
“I’ll do what I can to let your work your magic.” Odin grinned, constantly conscious of the way he’s scars turned and split. He could not help but feel lucky that he should fall in with a group both experienced and kind. He smiled from Rerra down to Bohen, and gripped his crossbow tighter, he had a new bubbling eagerness in his stomach which he had forgotten since the dragon.
Finally Bohen rose up and explained what he could discern from the markings that were written across the stone floor. Odin nodded to him and let him lead the party into the tunnel. Two guards joined them in the venture though the subterranean passage that held an ominous breath over all. Odin glanced to Bohen at his side and smirked. Just like the old days, he thought to himself.
At his other side was one of the guards, and Odin could almost feel the khord shaking in his boots, as if the vibrations were shaking the whole tunnel. Or wait... they were... no... Odin saw them rushing at the party with vicious intent, no doubt. He raised his crossbow and blazed two bolts into the insect at the forefront, before hanging his crossbow and pulling Foxtooth out to taste the underground air. The earth would be drinking insect blood tonight, Odin thought to himself.
“You’vff got enough room back there?” Odin called back to Rerra. He knew that things got muddled when space was crowded like this and he didn’t want him or Bohen catching a stone in the back of the head, especially not one with magic laced through it. More importantly though, Odin knew magic needed its time and its space and they were short on both right now. Well, they didn’t have much other options. Not Odin at least, he didn’t run from a fight and he hadn’t had the time to sneak up on the buggers so all he could do was cut them down, and that’s precisely what he planned on doing.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-25 at 17:36:59.
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 2
Subject: errrr
Okay. I'll be posting soon hopefully. I did not mean to delay us... I know everyone's waiting on me, I'll hurry, I promise!
EDIT: Alright I know it's nothing much but I got a post up. Ready when you are Almerin. Sorry about the wait.
EDIT 2: Also I implied an order of people. If I'm wrong in this I can edit my post, what I wrote was Bohen, Odin and Guard 1 in a row side by side and behind us is Guard 2 and Rerra. How does that sound?
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-25 at 17:06:51.
Edited on 2010-01-25 at 17:42:31 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: nada
No problem Al, I figured because I couldn't get on all weekend I would miss a couple updates. I hope it doesn't happen again, I'll try to get a post (with back-posting) in as soon as possible. Thanks for the consideration, I'm just glad to be back and ready to play.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-25 at 16:57:28.
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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: argh
I'm working it at it. Hopefully I'll get one up saturday or so, my busy-ness is supposed to evaporate by this afternoon sooo... I'll get started then. Sorry boss.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-22 at 17:04:54.
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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: very nice
Love the update. I'll try to post to it as soon as possible. I do, however, have a hailstorm of homework on my head this week. Hopefully I'll get a post up for the weekend, sorry for the delay.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-19 at 07:30:28.
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 2
Subject: gah
Mad busy next few days. Sorry lads and lass, it may take me awhile to post. At least till after friday. Sincere apologies.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-19 at 07:28:57.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: time out
I don't claim to speak for anyone but I know from the Spores of Itanlok game that Loki is very busy with major exams right now. I can't remember if they fall before or after your cut off date but either way I'm not sure he'll be able to make an update or even make it online to notify. It seemed from the warning he gave in Almerin's game he was in a rush and wouldn't really be even online for the next bit. Thought I'd give a heads up, sorry if I'm stepping on any toes.
Game on!
-Dragonblood
EDIT: Solid update by the way, didn't seem too rushed to me. Wrapped things up quite nicely methinks. But mayhaps that's just me eager to join in the action.
Posted on 2010-01-19 at 07:22:35.
Edited on 2010-01-19 at 07:26:18 by Dragonblood
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 2
Subject: UPDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh man. Awesome update, nothing like man-eating insects to kick off a game! I love it and am eager to find out where I sit in initiative.
Wherever I may be, I will try to get my post up as soon as possible. I have a veeeeery busy week coming up so I can't guarantee anything for the next few days but I promise I will try to be as prompt as possible.
A few questions:
How fast are they moving?
Are two guards still with us?
If so, how are we positioned?
And now I'm off to dance around in excitement that we have an update for this game. I'm very pleased with how its gone so far, we haven't been going that long but i've enjoyed the role-playing! I'm looking forward to seeing the game live a long and prosperous life.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-16 at 23:35:24.
Edited on 2010-01-16 at 23:37:09 by Dragonblood
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 2
Subject: loki?
I wondered about that... perhaps we should drop him a PM. I figure he simple forgot he was in this game but its also true that he hasn't posted on any forum in a week or so, which seems rather unlike him. Either way, I'm really enjoying this game. Here's to hoping it continues to move with a steady clip and outlasts us all! er... wait a minute...
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-01-15 at 17:59:27.
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