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| 1. | Re: Custom Portrait
Posted by Hooded Sweatshirt on 5/22/2006 8:04:40 PM
Portrait for Dominick Bastíl:
http://nwvault.ign.com/View.php?view=Portraits.Detail&id=268 |
| 2. | POSTED
Posted by Hooded Sweatshirt on 11/1/2006 9:39:27 PM
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The Graven Mask Mercantile Company
is seeking junior and senior partners.
Adventure. Women.
Riches beyond imagination.
For the daring, they are yours.
Direct inquiries to Adrian Locke, at The Black Pearl.
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| 3. | Re: Nadia's tale
Posted by Hooded Sweatshirt on 11/1/2006 10:22:08 PM
((Wow... quite the man-hater, huh?)) |
| 4. | A Reckoning for Adrian Locke
Posted by Hooded Sweatshirt on 10/27/2006 3:02:54 AM
((Just a little recent history in the spirit of the Halloween season.))
Adassa Sanitarium- One month previous.
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The stormclouds had cleared long enough for the sunset to lend the white granite walls of Adassa Sanitarium a red-orange caste before nightfall. Ominous though it was, not a person in the world gave it a moment's notice. No one... except for one man. It delighted one man to no end.
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| 5. | Re: server....
Posted by Hooded Sweatshirt on 9/13/2006 9:38:45 PM
I demand something to eat besides fried chicken! |
| 6. | Re: Who is your character like (From books/movies/real life)?
Posted by Hooded Sweatshirt on 5/30/2006 2:15:46 PM
Wow, this /is/ fun.
Dominick is Clive Owen's character in Match Point. Most nearly, anyway.
*peers up a post* On the inside, he's a little bit more of a stand-up kinda guy than that. |
| 7. | Re: Seeking Employee
Posted by Hooded Sweatshirt on 5/22/2006 7:52:43 PM
*script on a penny-sheet of parchment*
Dominick Bastíl
Takes residence in the Four Winds. |
| 8. | A Fateful Meeting...
Posted by Hooded Sweatshirt on 5/17/2006 12:29:17 AM
Somewhere in Midor...
... there is a darkened drawing room. The walls are dark paneled wood, the furnishings opulent. A large, mahogany table dominates, at which two graven faced men are seated. Candles have been doused, save a long taper at the center of the table, which flickers listlessly in the still air. Red satin drapes have been drawn, blotting the faint moonlight from the room, and the room from the city surrounding.
Two men occupy the room, speaking in hushed ... |
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