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| 1. | Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted by Lorlindhir on 3/12/2005 5:57:52 AM
How did that old song go again... "He's dead, but he won't lie down..." |
| 2. | Funniest?
Posted by Lorlindhir on 2/7/2005 12:08:23 PM
Must have been when the sorcerer in the party upset the druid, who summoned 24 celestial apes to ravage him. Ouch.
And then there is the classical Kobold that manages to kill himself with a nice amount of critical failures. (is it possible to shoot yourself in the head with a crossbow?) |
| 3. | Re: Funniest?
Posted by Lorlindhir on 2/7/2005 12:40:00 PM
Of course, we have the very unrealistic rolls as well...like the situations where your weapon in unpleasantly far away...have you ever imagined the penalties for throwing a massive cauldron with rotten food on a group of kobolds? Or the odds of killing five of them doing it?
"And thus bowling was invented!" |
| 4. | Re: Players: Area Description Help
Posted by Lorlindhir on 4/4/2005 2:14:03 PM
Ehh...where did Tanglewood go? |
| 5. | Re: Vives Personals
Posted by Lorlindhir on 3/3/2005 10:47:13 AM
VURBAG USKO
The moment you meet him, he may seem as stupid and slow as any other half-orc. That is a mistake that may cost you a good friend. Wielding massive axes with great strength, he rarely hesitates when it comes to battle. Honor is held high with him, and so is vengence. Those who stay around him for longer periods may discover the soft man behind the rock-hard appearence. |
| 6. | Re: Vives Personals
Posted by Lorlindhir on 11/23/2004 1:14:42 PM
Lorlindhir Märawonde
67 years ago, this goodlooking elf left his elven home of Ferein in deep sorrow. Only his closest friends know the true reason. For five years he lived alone around the tears of Elbereth, swearing never again to utter the elven language. After those five years he started his ongoing travel. Always seeking the true meening of existing, he will tag on to any expedition where he is needed. Over the years, he has mastered the magic of disappearing, something ... |
| 7. | Re: *Large Notice in Trading Post*
Posted by Lorlindhir on 3/5/2005 8:44:38 AM
Melinne Carshal ready for scouting. |
| 8. | Re: *Large Notice in Trading Post*
Posted by Lorlindhir on 4/4/2005 1:56:59 PM
*Melinne skips past with a silly smile on her face*
"Hmmm...who are they? Probably none of my buisness..." |
| 9. | Re: RP'ing in Vives
Posted by Lorlindhir on 3/26/2005 10:30:59 AM
I truly love those moments when bloodlust takes the DMs. Like a recent raid on the kobold encampment. Walked in with a couple of party members, killed all kobolds and turned our noses back home. But we suddenly found the way back to be filled with fire traps that resembled gaps to hell and a kobold army with flaming arrows waiting at the gate.
And when I say kobold army, I mean kobold army.
It causes great stress and regular death of characters, but I still love those ... |
| 10. | Re: The Sickening of Ferein
Posted by Lorlindhir on 4/4/2005 5:05:38 PM
Vurbag held a firm grip on the cliff. Why did he do this anyway? Probably because it was so dangerous that no other person would be mad enough to do it. He looked down, the temple gardens seemed smaller than a one-man tent from up here. He took the copper spear out of his bag. With his massive arms, he plunged it deep into the very rock.
"Dat was 'un...five to go...".
He started his long climb back to the gardens. Little did he know that he might get fried doing this...
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| 11. | Into the green horizon.
Posted by Lorlindhir on 6/8/2005 3:01:43 PM
The round eyes stared out from beneath the thick brow. He scratched his unshaven face. How long would it take? It did not matter. He had already been at sea for thirtyfour sunrises now. He stretched out, greeting the rising sun that gently touched his brownish hide. So many scars. Hopefully he would not recive any more of them. He turned his gaze to the east. To Vives. What was going on at the moment? He did not care. He had now left the shores as the last remnant of his people. He was free. ... |
| 12. | A letter in Buckshire
Posted by Lorlindhir on 6/8/2005 3:38:23 PM
*A letter delivered to the order of the seven sisters by a man of the Artio clan. Is hanged up for everyone to read. A package follows the letter.*
Dear friends and companions. When you read this, I will be beyond the reach of any of you.
Do not despair, my departure was of free will and planning. I left for some of you items and messages of personal value.
Vrodo...inside you will find the keys to my hut in Tanglewood. The hut is yours now. Mind the door...it often gets ... |
| 13. | Re: A small note...
Posted by Lorlindhir on 4/14/2005 2:12:44 PM
*Melinne Carshall walks over to Dr.McGillycutty*
"Is the job still open?" |
| 14. | Re: Big Thank You
Posted by Lorlindhir on 4/5/2005 2:58:30 PM
Remind me to yell loudly at whoever brought those giants in there. |
| 15. | Re: An Audience Denied
Posted by Lorlindhir on 4/6/2005 12:41:49 PM
*As Johe reads the public note on his door, warrior dressed in blue emerges from an alley and hands a letter written on rough paper to him*
My friend Johe. I find the downshutting of your store to be a disaster for the Guyvers.
I therefore offer my aid in any way I can, so that your store may be reopened. If all attempts, either peaceful or violent, fails, we still got some spare huts in Tanglewood that can be at your disposal if needed.
~ Irontusk |
| 16. | Re: ***Character Vault Wipe***
Posted by Lorlindhir on 4/1/2005 8:02:54 AM
((editted due to yet more unnecessary, though admittedly very colourful, profanity. I have to say that last act you suggest is not, to the best of my knowledge, biologically possible.
Sirac))
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| 17. | Re: ***Character Vault Wipe***
Posted by Lorlindhir on 4/1/2005 11:26:22 AM
As Sirac said:
"I have to say that last act you suggest is not, to the best of my knowledge, biologically possible."
SAYS WHO? |
| 18. | A reminder
Posted by Lorlindhir on 3/31/2005 10:09:51 AM
The community chest is rather empty right now. I suggest that we all put something in it at the first opportunity in the nearest future. |
| 19. | Re: A reminder
Posted by Lorlindhir on 3/31/2005 1:14:08 PM
The point of the community chest (in my opinion) is to make your character unique from level 1. Fore example, instead of having all fresh fighters walking around with studded leather and shortsword, we get fighters with items that might represent their past. I often put dyes in it for people to change their gear, and from the emptiness, it seems as if people are actually using them. Unless they go straight to the first merchant on the road. |
| 20. | Re: Sol's Storyteller of the Month(s) Feb & March
Posted by Lorlindhir on 3/17/2005 1:38:37 PM
Writing one for IG use right now. But as you can probably understand, it will take more time than a poem to write. So just be patient, and nice stuff will show up. |
| 21. | Dawn at Gladden
Posted by Lorlindhir on 3/20/2005 8:44:12 AM
Big John sat at the small brigde, bandaging the bites he had recived from the trolls the other evening. He glared to the two carcasses that was left of the two girls. What was left of them was not much. Limbs, heads and other parts were spread across the fields, and much more was probably in the bellies of the trolls that hadn't been killed. Suddenly, the gates to the hills went up. Out of the morning mist came five men. They all wore blue, but one of them was taller and broader than the ... |
| 22. | Re: Dawn at Gladden
Posted by Lorlindhir on 3/20/2005 10:44:08 AM
((*Cough*...sadistic behaviour)) |
| 23. | Mending
Posted by Lorlindhir on 3/20/2005 12:32:59 PM
The tall, armored half-orc tapped his foot impatiently. How long would it take before they would know for sure? He spat at the cobble. It was raining in Port Royale as usual. Slowly, but surely, the troll guts on his armor was washed away. He turned his gaze around the market, spotting the four warriors that were with him. Lady Haji was wanted by Midor, so he would not take any chances on her safety. He listened. From inside the temple, strange chanting and other sounds he couldn't recall the ... |
| 24. | Life
Posted by Lorlindhir on 3/20/2005 12:53:09 PM
Melinne opened her eyes. She tried to sit up, but did not find the strength to do so. What had happened? She remembered the fearsome skeleton that had assaulted Chia. She tried to lure it away from her...and that was about all Melinne could remember.
She looked around. She slowly recogniced the room. She was at the Seven Sisters. How?
Why would someone want to take her there when Midor was so close? She did not care much for the moment. All she wanted to do now was to sleep. |
| 25. | The final good deed of the day.
Posted by Lorlindhir on 3/21/2005 7:03:25 AM
The dark eyes glared over to Haji. She was maybe even more beautyful in her sleep, he thought to himself as he turned back to the paper on the table. "Somefhing as pretty as 'er shall not end on da cross" he mumbled as he picked up the feather and dipped it into the ink. He smiled to himself. Why hadn't he invited a mage-student to his hut earlier? It hadn't taken many weeks for him to learn writing and reading, something he had never belived he would learn. He signed the letter. ... |
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