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Marlena has contributed to 347 out of 62,996 total posts (0.55% of total).
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It's All Smoke and Mirrors.
5/19/2006 8:40:37 PM
(Total replies: 1)
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| ((I hate it when RL things mean I have to log off in the middle of events and RP. It happens a lot, so I've tried to learn to make do. Yet sometimes - most times - it means I'm stuck somewhere... unexpected. And dramatic! You can tell because of all of the '...' I use.))
<i>The story begins...</i>
"Pear juice. Rations. Half-bottle of rum. Camp fire gear. Bat heart... oh, ew! I still have this thing? Gross. At least its dried out...
"Okay, um. *sighs* Sweet goddess, it's ... |
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Re: A Beautiful Mind is a Terrible Thing to, um... Something.
5/20/2006 7:43:16 PM
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| ((The best stories come out of the unexpected. In this case, what begins as a real-life enforced log-out spirals ever-downward into a domino-effect of bad timing, poor judgement and pre-scripted NPC's. It's beautiful tragedies like this that prevent me from playing evil characters, most of the time: I don't need to torment my poor avatar. The server will do it for me. Enjoy!))
<i>Port Royal.
The queen’s herald passes by without the music shop, pronouncing the hour to an uncaring ... |
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The Problem of Midor, My Door, My Door.
5/26/2006 12:45:59 AM
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| ((Jumping ahead, ‘cause I gets me an idear an’ I’s just gotta goes wit’ it.))
Orsk was gone. Hours ago, maybe, but time had lost all meaning approximately ten rums ago. The Cutlasses wasn’t the best tavern in Port Royal, but it wasn’t the worst (that honor belonged to the Black Pearl, in Karli’s opinion). Oliver was still bemoaning the loss of pies, and the serving girl continued on her rounds as her voluptuous, used body jiggled ominously. Karlina Goodfellow, soon-to-be-famous actress ... |
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Re: A Beautiful Mind is a Terrible Thing to, um... Something.
6/1/2006 1:09:37 AM
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| <i>Let’s see, now…
Lucky. Lucius. Um. Ducky? Plucky? Fu-… no, no, no…</i>
Karli giggled with a flush of guilty pleasure, but the thought was brief and uninspiring to say the least. She plucked another morsel from the remains of the dried-out muffin set on her knee before leaning back, once more, against the wall of the Four Winds Inn. Her guitar was awaiting instruction at her breast, but all she could manage were random, melodious strings of input that wandered back upon ... |
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A Song for Lucius Edmonds.
6/1/2006 1:12:50 AM
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| <i>Lucky, in love,
or just lucky instead?
Who is it that made all those thorns that you shed?
No solace to you can I offer, my friend.
I can’t understand, or ever comprehend
Your life, made weary by a mind taken to task.
You’re ignoring the mirror to favor the mask.
Is it any wonder that the strange mysteries
Behind his own face is all that he sees?
Divined in the patterns of his footsteps going
Across planes of rhythms, strange and elusive,
Colors magnified by a thousand-fold ... |
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Bottoms Up in Brandibuck!
6/4/2006 8:43:21 PM
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| Bottoms Up, in Brandibuck!
<i>When you’re feeling low and weary,
Or just down on your luck
Then follow me
And soon you’ll be
Bottoms up in Brandibuck!
If you want to see the sunshine
Or just escape the ruck,
Just hop a horse
Or ox, of course,
And get to Brandibuck!
You can bask in endless sunshine!
Or dance at Swiftfoot Hall!
If fun and revelry’s your wish
This is your port of call!
You can smoke yourself to drooling.
There’s always a full bowl!
Can’t take the ... |
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&quot;I Need a Hero!&quot;
6/5/2006 7:31:25 PM
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| Men were a problem. They were THE problem in Karli’s life, at least as far as she was concerned. Starting with her father, working around through her cousins, and back again toward every male that had ever hovered circles around her with romantic or lustful intentions, vultures waiting the death of the bard’s self-interest for their chance to feast. Every one of them unworthy of her, and every one of them angry at her about it.
As though it was *her* fault! As though Karli was ... |
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An Unexpected A Chord.
6/9/2006 11:34:18 PM
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| <b>Part One.</b>
<hr>
Magic, like anything else in life, is something different for everyone. It comes in all forms and contexts, means and reasons.
Wizards seek out knowledge, and by knowing, they have power over what they know. The magic of Mind.
Sorcerers are energy conduits, and attract power to them like magnets attract iron filings. The magic of Heart.
Priests channel the power of their gods, which power made strong according to their faith. The magic of ... |
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An Unexpected A Chord.
6/11/2006 9:25:16 PM
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| <b>Part 2.</b>
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<i>Karli…</i>
Heavy. She was heavy. She could feel every cell, every hair on her skin, every twitch of her eyes as they flashed. The pressing reality of things was doing just that: pressing. The light was singing, singing so loud it nearly deafened her thoughts.
<i>…no use to me!...worthless, stupid girl…</i>
Nearly.
Then the veil peeled away; the potion dispersed, sinking in through the lining of her stomach and tingled outward through the capillaries ... |
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An Unexpected A Chord.
6/23/2006 4:36:46 PM
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| <b>Part 3</b>
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<i>When will you learn...</i>
Cedrych von Maistlyn. Something about the name was both intimidating and comforting, and the man himself seems just a riddled with contradictions. Eyes bright as sunspots, and beautiful as gems. But like the shimmering lagoon beyond Brandibuck they reflect shallow depths of crystal clarity. Shallow, because he's a paladin. A knight. A knight in shining... shining...
... okay, dun colored leather. With brass accent buckles. ... |
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