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mikaylin has contributed to 67 out of 62,996 total posts (0.11% of total).
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Re: The List
8/14/2005 7:16:55 PM
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| mikaylin knightryder |
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so....what did i miss?
11/23/2006 7:04:14 PM
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| 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. |
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Re: CNR Updates - v2-87-4
9/26/2005 9:27:58 PM
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| now that wood staves are no longer on the carpenter bench , how will we make weapons and shields that require them? |
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Re: Community chest usage
11/3/2005 10:13:20 AM
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| 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. |
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Re: Deep
11/9/2005 12:37:08 PM
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| 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, ... |
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Re: Deep
11/10/2005 10:57:55 AM
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| 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 ... |
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Re: Deep
11/12/2005 2:37:21 AM
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| 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 someone who ... |
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Deep
11/2/2005 3:21:11 AM
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| 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 ... |
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Re: Deep
11/3/2005 2:14:44 AM
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| 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 Buckshire Fair to ... |
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