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Topic: The Embodiment Q&A
Subject: uh...
...yeah...I'm a little creeped out *hides her daughter*
Posted on 2009-03-07 at 04:38:20.
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Topic: The Embodiment - A FUZIONfantasy Game
Subject: Patience is a virtue
Caterina prepared herself to wait in patience for any response from Sanya, or of any discoveries in the investigation of the dagger and its poison. Rydor helped those who helped themselves, however, so Caterina promised herself that she would not wait idly. There was, however, the matter of giving Rydor His due, and so the paladin needed to make herself presentable for the noontide service.
Fetrese promised her the use of a cell, and beckoned over an acolyte to show her the way and to bring her water and refreshments. As Caterina strode behind the silent girl, she wondered at the girl’s attitude and posture. Most people were in awe of the Right Hand of Rydor, yet it was neither awe nor fear that flickered along with recognition in young Jenora’s hazel eyes.
Caterina thanked her young attendant gravely as she poured out the water by a fresh towel, and still the woman offered no more regard than any other higher ranking member of the order. There wasn’t any insolence, at least not openly displayed, but the matter of the young woman was a distraction from the greater matters at hand. As the last scion of the House of Aguilera D’Oro began to cleanse the dust of the road from her hands, she looked to the young acolyte with curiosity glinting in her golden eyes.
‘I should not need to ask much of you,” she began quietly,” Although I normally travel with a squire, he was a man, and so I looked after my own needs, mostly, for propriety’s sake. You should be able to return to your other duties soon enough.”
(If met with silence or some politely non-committal response…)
“Perhaps you could look upon this an opportunity to learn something from Rydor’s teachings,” Caterina continued as she dipped a corner of the towel into the water and scrubbed at her face.” My brother was an impatient one; never able to sit still. Our father made him keep watch in the foaling stable, when our mares were close to their time, so that he had to stay quiet and relatively still for hours at a time.”
“As for me,” the paladin continued,” I would take forever to reach a decision, pondering every side, every possibility until I had backed myself into a corner of hopeless indecision. Do you want to know how my father addressed that? With a game of chess,” she answered her own question, reaching now for a comb to shake the dust from her hair,” Father would set up the chessboard at the edge of our pasture, and we’d each bring our fastest steed. One of us would ride to the end of the pasture and back, as fast as we could, while the other made their turn at the board. If I could not complete my move before Father made it back to the board, the game was forfeit. Eventually, I stopped forfeiting games, and after some nasty spills and a broken arm, I even began to win a few matches.”
Caterina finished her abulations, basic as they were, and tilted her head to catch the averted gaze of the acolyte.”What might Rydor be trying to teach you, in making you serve me this short time?”
Posted on 2009-03-02 at 01:31:15.
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Topic: It's just a newbie. Move along, there's nothing to see here.
Subject: Wow...when was the last time I was first to greet someone?
Welcome to the Red Dragon Inn. YOu'll find that there is a real mix of people here: different ages, different nationalities, different game systems, and so on, so I'm sure you'll make friends quickly enough. The free form games are very active, so have a look around.
Welcome, and game on!
Posted on 2009-02-28 at 15:47:37.
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Topic: The Embodiment Q&A
Subject: Yes...sorry - tired by end of day
I'll get something up before the end of the week-end for your return.
Posted on 2009-02-26 at 20:20:09.
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Topic: Reboot
Subject: Welcome back, m'dear!
...and never disappear like that again, you hear? 
Posted on 2009-02-25 at 16:33:41.
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Topic: Worth the torture
Subject: Sigh...
Hugh Jackman can pick me up and carry me onstage ANY day! Lucky Anne Hathaway! Sorry folks, I loved the song and dance...I'm a sucker for old style musicals.
I didn't get to see the later awards, but yes, the acceptance speech for Milk was touching. I also liked having previous award winners give a small tribute to each nominee. The awards are supposed to be about recognition from your peers, and that really brought that home.
Posted on 2009-02-23 at 19:21:52.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: So many yummy menfolk, so little time!
Willow’s time with the elderly shepherd comes to an end, and she leaves his quiet sanctuary with regret. It was peaceful in there, and fragrant, and she had been in the company of a man who appreciated the proper method of pouring and enjoying tea. Such niceties were rare in these complicated times.
Lau Tsu is waiting for her at the temple’s back exit, and Willow feels the electric charge between them spark once more. “Good to see you again.” He says quietly but with the mischievous note in his voice. “I trust your meeting went well?”
“Very well, Lau Tsu, thank you for asking,” Willow says properly, almost primly, but her eyes are dancing,” May I have my butterfly back, or am I still a danger to you?”
She accepts the pin from Lau Tsu (assuming he returns it, of course, but she will be vexed if he keeps it) and deftly puts her hair up in a simple chignon, the butterfly sparkling among her dark tresses. She does this without looking anywhere but Lau’s eyes, as she had done so many times with her clients. It was the last graceful act of a Companion’s ceremony, after pulses had slowed and passions had been satisfied, and, if done with skill, would often prompt further requests for her company.
“I am to escort you to the town hall above the Bank” Lau says as two other Tong guards appear to either side of her. Willow sees surprise for a moment, but a moment only, “and Grandfather seems to believe that we need chaperones.” He continues evenly.
“I was made to believe that I was the leader of this family in all matters,” Lau says loud enough for your escorts to hear clearly, “But I see that is a fleeting notion. Like all good leaders, I find that I must pick my battles and bow to the wisdom of the elders”
He gestures towards the path and Willow bows her head before turning to head down the path, a small smile not quite hidden by the curve of her cheek. He walks beside her in the Eastern manner, not taking her arm, but Willow is still extremely conscious of the coiled strength beneath the black silk of his shinobi shozoku
“I am certain that Grandfather seeks only to thank me for my visit, not impugn your leadership, Lau Tsu,” Willow spoke lightly, almost playfully, as a glance from her escort sent shivers along her arms. “As for chaperones, that is perhaps a good thing. I am called elsewhere, no matter what I may want right now”
The walk is a short one, and Lau brings Willow to the stairs outside the bank that lead up to the hall. Willow looks up at the door, then back down to the man before her.
“I do hope that I will have the chance to see you again?” He asks. Willow leans in close to him, as if for a kiss, but stops before fully closing the distance, the space between them more intimate than actual touch. “I certainly hope so,” she breathes, her breath warm on his lips, “perhaps next time I shall leave you something to find on your search.”
She waits a single heartbeat, then before her own will can break, she turns and dances up the staircase, her feet light and sure. She can feel his eyes on her all the way up the stairs, but doesn’t look back.
At the top of the stairs, Willow can hear the muffled sounds of an argument deteriorate into a scuffle. When she hears Wyatt shout in that no nonsense voice of his, Willow unconsciously straightens up and reddens at her thoughts of Lau Tsu. Wait a minute…it’s not like I got to DO anything…not yet!
With an entertainer’s sense of timing, Willow sweeps through the doors just as Wyatt and Sam pull apart Jimmy and an Asian man Willow doesn’t know. Acting as if all were gathered here for her benefit, Willow asks the room brightly, “I’m sorry, am I late?”
Posted on 2009-02-23 at 19:14:00.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: I'm game
Let's finish'er up
Posted on 2009-02-23 at 17:58:38.
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Topic: Anniversary
Subject: That's the secret!
Alacrity and I are mere beginners compared to you and yours (18 years this September)but it's true...when times are tough between us we just remember that we are truly committed to each other and that we truly do love each other.
When you remind yourself that the other would never knowingly hurt or disappoint you, it's easier to get past the accidental slights, the forgotten moments or the careless angry statement that can derail other relationships.
Congrats Lyskhala, and may you have 30+ more years to lesson the rest of us on how its done 
Posted on 2009-02-23 at 13:02:51.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Nah...waitin' on Willow
Though you have to admit...it's down to you, me and Tann...
Posted on 2009-02-23 at 12:56:23.
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Topic: Happy Birthday TsAh
Subject: Happy Birthday!
Drum lessons? Cool!
Posted on 2009-02-22 at 21:55:08.
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Topic: The Embodiment Q&A
Subject: me too
It's been a bit chaotic in the Van/Alacrity household...computer time is snatched here and there, which doesn't make for quality posts. Let me see what I can work up
Posted on 2009-02-22 at 15:15:01.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Nudges Arien
*pssst* You're not dead!
Posted on 2009-02-16 at 21:32:55.
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Topic: HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHIEF!!
Subject: Happy Birthday!
nearly missed it with my damned work schedule! Thankfully, Alacrity is thinking/remembering for both of us :0
Posted on 2009-02-11 at 22:07:55.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Nothing to see here folks, move along
Dapple slashes viciously at the demon but it dodges her attacks easily. She follows up with a roundhouse kick to its head, hoping to strike at the face that could not be hers. The demon didn’t dodge this blow, but threw herself into it, as if blocking with her oversized chest. Dapple watched in horror as her foot passed through the flesh, only to become stuck. The demon smiles and her flesh rippled as it sucks Dapple foot first into her body. Dapple desperately attempts to break free but cannot do anything except be dragged in….
The little rogue flailed and struggled against the flesh that was enveloping her, lush feminine flesh that suffocated and subsumed. Dapple was about to be completely consumed and she had a fleeting thought of regret that she’d never accepted Fast Toes’ friendship, when …
Well that didn't work
The flesh surrounding her was cloth and hay and sticks, simple homespun sewn into clothes and stuffed into the rough shape of a man. Dapple’s foot was firmly lodged in the thing’s chest, and she was covered with shredded cloth and bits of hay.
“What are you doing in my corn?” asked a voice, and Dapple nearly jumped out of her skin, which was enough to unsettle her precarious balance. She toppled over, breaking the scarecrow’s “spine” as she fell. Grimly, she gathered up the “body”, stalked over to the farmer and threw the mess down at his feet, staying just out of reach of the pitchfork he was waving about.
“I’m getting rid of these stupid scarecrows, “ she stated, her manner all the more menacing for it’s emotionlessness,” one by one. Damned things scare more children than crows, if you ask me.”
She tilted her head challengingly and crossed her arms, her face stony. She looked at the sky while waiting for someone to speak and noticed the light. “What day is it, anyway?”
Posted on 2009-02-06 at 22:11:48.
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Topic: The Embodiment Q&A
Subject: Cool!
I have a concept of a contact in town that is percolating in my brain...i'll PM you with details when I have a chance.
Posted on 2009-02-06 at 21:51:52.
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Topic: The Embodiment - A FUZIONfantasy Game
Subject: Breaking my fast with crumbs
“Is there someone there in particular you wish to consult, My dear?” Fetrese asked, and although his tone was kind, Caterina sensed a touch of asperity. The paladin took no offense, she was a little exasperated with this fencing, as well.
“There is a wizard there I’ve come to trust. One who is wise and well-studied, yet comes out of her tower to enjoy the world and the workings of mankind. She may recognize this poison, but more importantly, may know of this “Mask”, Caterina responded smoothly.” I did not feel the need for details until I knew it was even possible to reach someone across the whole of Antaron.”
“A wizard you say? Well, I’m sure we can facilitate such a request. Hiterung?”
The other priest turned and brought to Caterina a silver inkpot with a simple white quill and a sheet of parchment. When instructed to write out a message no more than 25 words, Caterina lifted her eyebrows, but nodded, her gaze turning inward as she pondered her words. Quill in hand, she tapped the plume against her lips as she counted the words in her head, then, satisfied, she dipped the sharpened tip into the ink and wrote carefully in an elegant hand:
My dearest Sanya,
A demon bearing a poisoned dagger attacked your golden-eyed warrior woman, sent by the Mask of Obarin. Advice needed urgently, Caterina
Caterina looked over the note once more, counting once more in her deliberate way, before handing the note to Hiterung. She’d used the ironic title for herself that the wizardess had given her, hoping it would be recognized. Once, over a fine meal and a light wine of good age, Sanya had remarked in her clear voice that such golden green eyes were even more rare as women in armour. Caterina could only hope that Sanya was in a mood to help (the Sylvari sometimes had their own motivations) and that if she didn’t know of this “Mask”, she’d at least know of mages powerful enough to summon a demon.
“That will take some time, Daughter of Rydor,” Fetrese gave a nod to his underling, and the Hand of Rydor noted that the dagger had already been taken away. “Such a prayer is usually rather involved.
“So, let us, you and I, determine what steps we need to take in order to combat this evil further. Let’s say that your friend does arrive, and is able to help you determine whatever it is you seek from her; and let us say that our alchemists are quick in their determination of the poison. What is the plan then?”
Caterina busied her hands with cleaning the quill and replacing the stopper in the inkwell. “I fear, Lord Fetrese, I will not know until some of these questions are answered. The agent of Ethain’s death may be a mad wizard in a distant tower, or he may be a warlord massing on our border, hoping the death of Rydor’s champion would give him an advantage. I cannot plan a counter measure until I know what I face,” Caterina concluded, rising and brushing her hands together as if setting the matter aside.
“Fortunately, Rydor grants me patience when I would otherwise lack it,” she smiled, setting her right hand over her heart,” and I set out too early to attend morning service. Perhaps I could make use of one of your cells to tidy myself before attending the noon service? Perhaps Rydor will share His Counsel with me.”
Posted on 2009-02-01 at 19:43:25.
Edited on 2009-02-01 at 19:44:29 by Vanadia
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Topic: The Embodiment Q&A
Subject: I'm working one up now...
...but look for a PM
Posted on 2009-02-01 at 18:59:28.
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Topic: Going to be out for a while
Subject: Do what you have to do!
My thoughts are with you and your grandfather...your place at the Inn will wait for you
Posted on 2009-01-27 at 17:21:51.
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Topic: Iceland Government Fails
Subject: Actually
We want the seperatists separated...the land, we want.
Quebec has a good chunk of the country's natural resources, and has land on both sides of the St. Lawrence, which is a major route for shipping.
If they were to seperate, they would be a independent entity cutting off two halves of Canada....not good.
Posted on 2009-01-27 at 17:19:08.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: I'll tell you something about looking silly
Dapple's fighting a scarecrow....and it's winning.
Posted on 2009-01-27 at 00:46:02.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Yay! Raven's back!
Dapple stumbled backwards in shock as everything she hated about herself stood before her and mocked her. Her elven features from her unnamed father that would have meant death for her and her mother had she been discovered, the womanly curves that had turned Tonno’s tauntings into something more sinister and attracted the attentions of the Greens, and the darkness within her that had made her do horrible, horrible things.
“It can’t be…I don’t look …,” Sapphirine whispered, covering her scarred ears and desperately waiting for the voice within to tell her what to do. For the first time in years, however, nothing responded, no bitter recriminations, no icy grip nor lash of pain, no words to guide her through her fear and sadness.
That’s just it, she thought to herself, Dapple may have been harsh, but I’m stronger for it. Dapple made me act when I would have cowered, crying in a corner.
“You know a lot about me,” Sapphirine straightened and confronted the demon, both fists clenched around dagger hilts,” I’ll give you that much, but it’s just wrong enough. Get outta my head and back to hell!” she yelled as she sprang at the demon’s head.
Dapple slashed with the daggers then followed with a spinning kick, boot heel aimed squarely at the hateful, mocking face.
Posted on 2009-01-21 at 14:02:17.
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Topic: Decorating Style
Subject: Definitely medieval
Think of all the Renn Faires that would be able to supply items, at a reasonable cost, of course. Now there's an economic stimulus that makes sense
Posted on 2009-01-21 at 13:43:20.
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Topic: The Embodiment Q&A
Subject: Posted
I'm learning....posting more frequently is good if it's short and sweet....like me
Posted on 2009-01-20 at 02:36:38.
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Topic: Oh joy
Subject: Clarity
I'm beginning to understand the frequency of your absences, my dear!
Whatever you're doing, it's not working for you
Posted on 2009-01-19 at 13:20:23.
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