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| 1. | Re: The List
Posted by mikaylin on 8/14/2005 7:16:55 PM
mikaylin knightryder |
| 2. | so....what did i miss?
Posted by mikaylin on 11/23/2006 7:04:14 PM
its been a long time but im just about ready to reemerge. just waiting for the dsl hookup and ill be back to make all your lives miserable with my whining. enjoy the peace while you can. |
| 3. | Re: CNR Updates - v2-87-4
Posted by mikaylin on 9/26/2005 9:27:58 PM
now that wood staves are no longer on the carpenter bench , how will we make weapons and shields that require them? |
| 4. | Re: CNR Updates - v2-87-5
Posted by mikaylin on 9/27/2005 7:02:23 PM
cloaks as well |
| 5. | Re: Community chest usage
Posted by mikaylin on 11/3/2005 10:13:20 AM
on a side note, i have tried to put in some useful stuff but always get the message that the item in question is to valuable. a starting adventurer needs to get a few levels under his/her belt before alot of the useful items are equipable and by that time they wont be allowed to take anything from the chest anyway. but i will start filling it up with potions and cloaks and common gloves from now on. |
| 6. | Re: Deep
Posted by mikaylin on 11/9/2005 12:37:08 PM
Mikaylin has learned how to pinch a bottle between her stumps, and so she drinks. Drunk and destitute she heads into The Broken Mask Tavern to get more ale, for even though she has drunk her fill and then some, she has puked it all back up. A large crowd is gathered inside, and she sees familiar faces through her drunken haze of double-vision, faces that used to be friendly now filled with disgust and disdain. She stumbles over chairs, falling more than once, making her way to the bartender, ... |
| 7. | Re: Deep
Posted by mikaylin on 11/10/2005 10:57:55 AM
The infection is spreading fast, and Mikaylin knows she must get to the Temple in Port Royale, and as soon as she can. It is a long walk to the small island near the shoreline of Lake Ladrial, made longer by the fact that her bones feel like broken glass that grate against her nerves with each subtle movement, her muscles are taut leather that feel as if they will rip from the slightest flex, the heat of her fever like a sun inside her that burns outward from deep inside but turns to ice when ... |
| 8. | Re: Deep
Posted by mikaylin on 11/12/2005 2:37:21 AM
Mikaylin is well aware now of the difference between sympathy and pity, but this knowledge can not keep her from wearing her own crown of sadness and sorrow. She tells herself that she will not cry anymore, but sometimes her skies get cloudy, and sometimes those clouds rain down upon her.
A Priestess has found her in The Broken Mask Tavern, being fed by a dear friend, and she tells a tale of those who have suffered similar fates at the hands of Midor. Mikaylin is given a name of ... |
| 9. | Deep
Posted by mikaylin on 11/2/2005 3:21:11 AM
Mikaylin awoke in brandibuck, still wearing a slight smile, a leftover from last nights party in the lagoon. The memory of that evening, already a beloved memory, played in her mind. Standing chest deep in the warm waters of the lagoon amongst friend and foe, towering dragons and compact halflings, the shouts to sing, to laugh, to love life and all its mysteries and trials. The true power she had sought for so long, always and already within her, buried by hher blind ambition and selfish ... |
| 10. | Re: Deep
Posted by mikaylin on 11/3/2005 2:14:44 AM
Mikayin walks the lands aimless and alone, a ghost in human form. Through the hot, harsh sands of the Kobai she shivers, and eventually comes to Buckshire. The sounds of laughter and life emanate from the open door, and in she glides, seeking shelter and warmth from the cold darkness that embraces her constantly, an uninvited guest that will not leave.
Mikaylin knows most of the faces inside Doc's, but she is fading, fading, and only Tomi, dear Tomi who took her to the ... |
| 11. | Re: Deep
Posted by mikaylin on 11/3/2005 4:49:10 PM
The Port Royale shop-keepers head jerked up in suprise as the figure clad in black wearing a Death-Mask approached, bag in hand full of things not needed. The rain came down in a steady stream and no words had yet to be spoken, when out of the rain a familiar figure emerged.
" Hello, Mika" Fell said, a grin playing on his lips. Startled she was by the use of that name, for the grinning skull that sat upon her shoulders should not have given her away.
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| 12. | Re: Deep
Posted by mikaylin on 11/4/2005 5:54:13 PM
Mikaylin ventures into the underworld. She cannot trust herself up above, where the light shines on all who go about their daily lives, unaware and ignorant of the dark and evil things that permeate these lands. She goes down where she believes she has sanctuary, because up above she has been shunned by her own actions and shunned by those who spend their time being busy little creatures, crafting weapons no one will ever use and bags to put them in, potions that do no good against the dark. ... |
| 13. | Re: Deep
Posted by mikaylin on 11/7/2005 12:39:08 PM
Mikaylin awakens in the dark, and she is aware of exquisite pain. She cries out in suprise at it, and laughs and cries at the same time. Pain has never felt so good to her. It is dark where she is at, and the smell of brimstone and evil is still in the air. Looking around her she notices a faint light in a perfect line on the floor..the bottom of a door...and moving oh so gently she approaches it. A light that does not shine permeates this place, and the hall she has walked out into is quiet ... |
| 14. | Re: Deep
Posted by mikaylin on 11/7/2005 4:51:27 PM
Mikaylin stands before the locked door of her home, a look of fury and despair warring for control of her features, her angels and demons threatening to tear her asunder from within. She wishes nothing more than to go into her home and snuggle in her bed and leave the outside world behind. But the door is locked, and even though she possesses the key she cannot use it to unlock the door. Her hands have been cut off.
The day started well enough, she had come to terms with her ... |
| 15. | Re: Deep
Posted by mikaylin on 11/8/2005 2:09:17 PM
Mikaylin is starving. She also is flat-broke. Her debt to Malakhi has been paid in full. The amulet she had so desired given back, every last piece of gold she had now in his pocket. She believes she knows where to get a hot meal though...and free to boot. Shira stands in front of the Four Winds Inn, and offers to give her a ride to where she believes she can eat without the aid of others. Getting on the horse proves to be a problem, but at last, after standing on the fence by Shira's stable, ... |
| 16. | Re: Deep
Posted by mikaylin on 11/16/2005 2:21:46 PM
If Mikaylins wanderings were aimless before, now they have grown pointless. She no longer believes in the old lie: that life is good, that the work and suffering of men and women had a purpose or meaning, that the light will prevail.
The darkness has come for her, so deep she cant touch the bottom.
She stands on the edge of the blue clear waters by Lake Ladrial, the moonlight reflecting a million points of light off its gentle waves, and she reflects on her road of ... |
| 17. | Re: Deep
Posted by mikaylin on 11/17/2005 9:19:10 AM
Mikaylin steps off the waters edge and like the stone she has cast in her own heart, she sinks to the bottom. A ripple marks her passing, the ripple spreads slowly until it mingles with the gentle waves and is nevermore. Mikaylin has slipped out of the blue and into the black. |
| 18. | Re: Deep
Posted by mikaylin on 11/17/2005 4:20:31 PM
Out of the blue and into the black. Mikaylin focuses on the circle of light of the moon as seen from underwater. The pain in her stumps is fading, fading....but her lungs are burning so she breathes deep of the water and then even that pain is gone. She focuses on the light and eagerly awaits it engulfing her. She feels herself pulled to it. Pulled hard. By her hair.
Natana pulls her out of the water by her hair and tosses her on the ground. Pressure on her chest and she coughs up ... |
| 19. | Re: Deep
Posted by mikaylin on 11/19/2005 4:23:48 PM
"All you need do, is ask for your hands." Fri'el intoned. That arrogant look never leaves her eyes...and it fixes on Mikaylin as they stand on the Port Royale docks amongst a crowd of familiar faces. Mikaylin has heard this many times before, from fellow travelers who gape at her in disgust, to good friends her gape at her in sadness and anger. But always the pity is the same. They usually swear to do what they can, as soon as they can, but once out of sight they shake their heads, ... |
| 20. | Re: Deep
Posted by mikaylin on 4/29/2006 1:57:57 PM
The hands never tan, they just stay the same shade of corpse-like white no matter how much time Mikaylin spends in the sun. The ragged "M" carved onto her forehead still is puckered and pinkish. She has been in solitude for far to long. She thinks she is ready.... |
| 21. | hello everybody!!!
Posted by mikaylin on 3/28/2006 4:01:03 PM
still recovering...meant to log on and play but my computer went on the fritz. im at a friends and thought id just drop in and say hello til i get my pc up and running. see you all soon... |
| 22. | thanks everybody
Posted by mikaylin on 12/13/2005 3:29:32 PM
im going in for a spinal fusion on thursday and just wanted to give a big thanks to all those who made vives an unforgettable experience. i havent been on much recently because pain keeps me off the computer chair and this surgery is something i dont want to go through but right now i have no choice. i will be expected to immobile for about 4-6 months, so lucky me has set up a recliner in front of the t.v. and i have about 30 xbox games to keep me company. wish me luck and once again thanks. it ... |
| 23. | Re: thanks everybody
Posted by mikaylin on 1/4/2006 10:27:55 PM
well, that sucked. i rather would have my hands cut off and a "M" carved on my forehead... |
| 24. | Re: Melphus Benimen Nature Ramble : The Almost Undiscovered Lands.
Posted by mikaylin on 9/18/2005 2:39:20 PM
would love the chance to explore some of the unseen sights with good company. i hope to make it. |
| 25. | Re: Anti-Flame
Posted by mikaylin on 12/1/2005 8:08:03 AM
what!? they didnt cut off your hands? |
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