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written Monday, February 16 2004 18:53
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EDIT: double posts have homosexual tendencies. [ Monday, February 16, 2004 18:57: Message edited by: Generic Wise Man ] -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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Hammer boy = OWNED >.< -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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written Monday, February 16 2004 15:15
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OOC: ah yes, i was waiting for someone to reply. IC: As Maestro tried to leave the inn, some man walked right into him, as of trying to escape something. Both fell on their backs. Being someone who has to know of most if not all the shady characters in the land, Maestro almost immediately recognized the man as Rin, a spy that could prove to be quite useful to Maestro and the Sentinels. "Hey you," Maestro grabbed Rin's shoulder just as the spy was about to get out of his sight. Whether Maestro would be recognized, he would soon find out... [ Tuesday, February 17, 2004 14:31: Message edited by: Generic Wise Man ] -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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written Monday, February 16 2004 06:10
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i use too much conversation and inner monologue actually  . but then again, my main RP character likes to taunt powerful and important foes.-------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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holy crap, ASD still exists! anyway, my family is quite normal except for the lack of living grandparents. [ Sunday, February 15, 2004 19:29: Message edited by: Generic Wise Man ] -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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written Friday, February 13 2004 18:52
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hard to say. i tend to play the cunning and/or agile assassin/thief/samurai kinda character, though in one currently ongoing RP i'm a general. i guess a good partner would be someone willing to play the meatshield. -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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written Friday, February 13 2004 15:13
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this link should be helpful. -------------------- Polaris - owns you. Undead Theories - double U slash E Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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written Friday, February 13 2004 15:04
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"Well, that was quick," Maestro commented, taking a quick glance at Mirarn, who seemed to agree. "But, I see that we are all ready. Let's move." "Aren't you going to buy some supplies for yourself?" Frederic asked, seeing that Maestro's only visible equipment was his twin blade sword. "I don't have much of a reason to store most of my equipment in a visible location." With that, the three left the tavern. Somehow, a strange priest managed to tag along behind them... OOC: that priest would be yours, FB. -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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GOGOGO BANSELF jokes yo _files/tongue.gif) -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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written Monday, February 9 2004 18:54
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not on my end. are you running on 800x600?  -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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written Monday, February 9 2004 18:43
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but that's only 87 zeros. -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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written Monday, February 9 2004 17:14
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ROFL... that last one with the chainsaw is so going into a sig. -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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OOC: i need Namothil or Firedrake's reply please. -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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written Monday, February 9 2004 14:28
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too many people to list... the most notable person would have to be Wise Man. duh. -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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written Sunday, February 8 2004 13:21
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don't use Ad-Aware, use Spybot! -------------------- Polaris - owns you. Undead Theories - double U slash E Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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OOC: tough, dexterous, highly mobile, highly intelligent and alert. dude, that just means your character is powerful in every major attribute! i mean, Maestro's just cunning and slightly dextrous/agile! IC: "Say, Maestro, how about that weirdo across the street?" Mirarn inquired, now knowing that Maestro needed a couple recruits. "I am NOT hiring that barbarian," Maestro replied, disgusted at the remains of meat around the wild man's mouth, possibly from eating dead people. "He'll probably eat my damn bills too. Let's go back inside." Inside, they saw plenty of assassins for hire: the kind that would rather slit a leader's throat than to find the puppeteers of strife; a former ninja should know that fact first-hand. Maestro noticed a tough man - somebody who might be helpful to him. It seemed, apparently, that he is looking for help as well. Maestro approached the man from behind, and patted him in the shoulder while Mirarn stood behind him. "Hey there," Maestro greeted as the well-built warrior turned around. "I saw you fight that giant bug outside," he replied. "You two seem to be quite skilled. I could use some help investigating the true causes of this war." This man will be much more than a meatshield for me. "Intriguing," Maestro replied. "I am doing what you are doing. Your name and allegiance?" "Frederic Hammers," the man replied, then looked around. "Of the Arcadians," he then finished with a lowered voice. "I see..." Maestro nodded. "I am commonly known as Maestro. This old man here is Mirarn. I would be pleased to ... collaborate with you." ... And we should be set to go the next day! -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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"Many thanks, old Mirarn," Maestro replied. "Now, let's go back inside - at least one more recruit is required, though two would be optimal." OOC: if anybody else wants to join Maestro just say so. -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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by your concept, Maestro would be the only 'good guy'. -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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I don't care wtf your problem is, Alec, but that RP is fine - especially if FB didn't join. I am remaking it. Relevant posts: Written by Firedrake (Member # 2242) on February 06, 2004, 10:45 AM: It's time for another rp, seeing as the last one ended a few weeks ago. Many years ago, an alliance was forged between two kingdoms to fight off the northern giant tribes. The larger of these kingdoms, Acadina, was ruled by the wise King Renaldo. The smaller kingdom of Kliste was governed by the also wise King Germaine. These two waged war with the northern giants for years, until finally, a great battle ended it all. The Alliance held and the giant's power were shattered. Years after the war, peace and prosperity existed in the two kingdoms. They maintained trade and made many new advances in tech and magic. The Alliance held for centuries. Many battles occured during this time. The Eastern Nargi Kingdom attacked 400 A.W. (After the Great War) and were repulsed. They fought the orc tribes off from the west. Things were going good. That is until today, 900 A.W. Kliste troops marched across the border and razed towns along the Kliste/Arcadina border. This was in responce to the assassination of a top Kliste government official. Proof pointed towards the Arcadinans The two kingdoms gear up for war and few suspect that an outside force is controlling it all... Alright, create a character and identify your side. Arcadina, Kliste, or Other. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written by X-Ray Kitty (Member # 1217) on February 06, 2004, 11:05 AM: OOC: I'm in. My mind is starving for a good RP IC: Name: Sitruc Nnyelb Age 26 Height 5' 11" Side: Other (Mercenary) Equipment: Shadow Slayer (Dark Katana), Ninja Gear, Ninja Hood, Agility Bracelet, Supernova Stars (Fire Shurikens), Boots of Speed. Background: Sitruc grew up in a large city. He was taken from his home at an early age and taught the fine arts of the ninja. He was employed by many different people who needed dirty work done but couldn't do it themselves. Little is known about him or his dark past. Sitruc looked down at the field below from his sheltered cave in the mountains. He had thought something like this would happen due to his actions, but he didn't care. The of Arcadina had payed him well to assasinate that official, but he couldn't say no. Not to that sum anyway. At any rate, the battle raging below couldn't touch him, and besides, he was a mercenary. He needed to pay for himself somehow... OOC: Yes my character is a HUGE badass [ February 06, 2004, 11:07 AM: Message edited by: X-Ray Kitty ] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written by Taron Merallion (Member # 2984) on February 06, 2004, 11:47 AM: This roleplay looks doomed to failure, but let's see how it turns out... For the record, try to put something more worthwhile in your char desc than height/age/gender/eye color/hair color. Any fool can generate such stuff at random, really *creating* a character takes more work. All right, I guess I'll do a young char this time. Rinaric Merral, or Rin for short, was a man of short stature. His form was lithe, and he had a pale complexion that was accentuated by raven-black hair and extremely dark grey eyes. Someone seeing him for the first time might have placed his age at twenty, more or less; truly, the thirty eight years Rin had lived through had been kind to him. His profession... well, that was hard to say really. He was a gatherer of information, to put it subtly. That should say it all. If he could be said to be in anybody's 'service', it was that of the Kingdom of Kliste. For the moment. And, to put it a bit bluntly, right at this moment he regretted it sorely. War was never good times for a spy. And those who would point out that spies were only employed in war were fools - Rin had been spying on the politics of Arcadina for years now, and he knew that colleagues were listening as attentively to what happened in the capital of Kliste. It was a good arrangement, really. As long as there was peace. While there was peace, nobody would be too suspicious of his actions, and if he was found nobody would deal with him harshly. Now that the two countries were at war, Rin was liable to lose his head when discovered. He shook his head at the folly of this war, because he had determined quite some time ago that Arcadina, or at least those people who would be responsible for the assassination, were either extremely secretive even in their innermost privacy, or completely blameless. There was haphazard evidence of course, but Rin was suspicious. There was something rotten going on here, and he was determined to find out what. The problem was that, for the moment, he was rather stuck. The capital was sealed in both directions, and Rin had no hope of getting a message back to his employers. And that was why he was right now sitting in the corner of a pub and cursing his fate silently. ... OOC: How's it? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written by FZ (Member # 3022) on February 06, 2004, 01:50 PM: Another man entered the bar. He stood still for a moment, as though a flotilla of invisible servants would appear and pamper him. As none did, he hung up his greatcoat on a nearby hook, and sat down. Few would speak to him. Even as the pub grew busy, and drinkers trying to drown their fears flooded in, none chose to sit beside him. His face was that of defeat, and age. His name was Trinn Deslar, and his reputation was infamy in Arcadina. When he was younger, younger than his memories allowed him, he was a force of power, a magnificent power amongst the politics of Arcadina. He had many supporters, voices to carry his cry. He had challenged for the role of Premiership. He lost. He could still remember those days of glory, of him standing and the crowd, cheering below. His message, he could still remember his message, and it filled him with a pride that almost burst his heart. His fists clenched a little. The image of that rally filled his mind, as it has done so often. The chants, the terror and the ecstacy. How could he have lost? --- "Might!" He had cried out, his fist punching the air. He was Tritt then, and the banners bore his name. "We Arcadinans hold the might of the land! Did not we crush the vile Nargis, the corrupted orcs, the foul giants!" "And what did the Kliste do? They hid behind us, they are parasites to us. And there are others, too, parasites also! The sickening Insectoids, the mutants and the rest! What do we owe them? Nothing! They betrayed us, are betraying us, stealing our wealth." And then, with a crescendo of controlled hatred, the crowd had roared, and he had joined them. He could remember the chants. "Repay blood with blood!" "Dirty mutants!" "Down with the Alliance!" And together as one, his glorious army marched, there feet striking fear into the hearts of the inner enemies. They marched to the Marble Palace themselves, to show their support. But the army was waiting for them. --- Afterwards, he tried to fade, to disappear. He changed names, but there was no way to change his face. Trinn's fierce blue eyes, his jutting jaw and dark complexion was hard to hide. As time went on, however, the old guard died, and the midwinter incident was forgotten. His wealth dwindled, and his supporters melted away. By now, he was just another old man, and his aura of anger and hatred kept the unwelcome away. But now, with this war, the first part of his wishes was complete. There was a chance now that he has never had, to build the purified, cleansed, sacred Arcadina he has always desired. He caught the gaze of a man nearby in a corner. He still had contacts, and one had told him of a certain spy. This then was an inroad to the golden path of power, a tool through which he can shape the world. Through a detestable Klisten, he can seize the sword of strength. Then he may decide what to do with it. OOC: Needless to say, Trinn is not a nice guy. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written by Xeon Wise Man (Member # 1046) on February 06, 2004, 08:42 PM: OOC: hmm... i'll use Maestro here: Name: Maestro, aka Beam Finger Age: 28 Height: 5'11" Side: Mercenary Equipment: Twin blade sword (can be separated into 2 identical sabres), grey overcoat, headband with gold lining, black leather gloves and boots Skills: he's pretty much an agile fighter, with the secondary skill of being able to shoot beams with his fingers - he won't use this skill unless it was truly necessary but when he DOES use it it can be quite lethal (though also quite demanding on magical energy) Background: yea yea, will come later IC: Maestro stood atop a city wall in Kliste. In the distance, a fierce battle was taking place. He had never liked open battles - just seven years ago he had been a ninja, though he had changed his ways since then. He continued to observe the surroundings. After memorizing much of the surrounding area, Maestro decided to check the pub - it was the only thing he could do. Perhaps he would find some competent people who would help him investigate the true causes of this war... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written by Taron Merallion (Member # 2984) on February 07, 2004, 05:52 AM: OOC: I can see into the future, apparently. I say 'this roleplay is doomed to failure', and just as I finish speaking, Zephyr turns up. Sorry, but that had to be said. Zephyr, please for the love of the sacred RP, stop using the —— * stars in your ICs. Just to show an example. Rin: *enters a bar, looks around.* Hey there! *slays everyone*. Get the point? Try for a narrative, past tense, form instead. And I somehow don't think Firedrake will be happy with your insect. MSW, the setting of this world would appear to be not out of the ordinary, and certainly not very Tolkien-esque. We have magic, we have non-humans, and some evidence of early Renaissance technology, plus probably printing. Not terribly different from Ermarian (the Avernum world). IC: Rin looked up. A lot more people had entered the bar by now; it was approaching sunset and there was little else to do. Several of the people caught his eye. At the sight of one of them, he paused. The old man looked at him strangely, with piercingly blue eyes. The face reminded him of someone... I'll be damned. Rin had not been alive at the time, but he had read history books. Couldn't be, probably, but still — the age fitted the facts. Rin had a keen eye for people, and he had intensely researched the history and culture of both kingdoms. It was essential in his position. But how did such a man come here? He was dressed as a civilian, sure enough. A Klisten garb. The man must have been on the run for several decades before time covered up the incident. Another man entered, younger than him probably, but looking older than he did. He was one of the Klisten soldiers, as far as Rin could see, but looked like a sellsword. He stuck out in a crowd like this, were most people were dressed as civilians. He also looked around carefully before sitting down, much as the old man had. Looks like it'll start any moment. Scene 1: The Encounter in the Tavern. Rin thought wrily. He had long ago grown used to detecting when an adventure was about to start, and to thinking of it in separate scenes. Any moment now. ... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written by FZ (Member # 3022) on February 07, 2004, 08:25 AM: Scene 1: The Encounter in the Tavern. Trinn ignored the mayhem of the hovering bug. Like most in the pub, it caught his attention for a moment or too, but before long, he returned to his drink. Another moment of mutant hostility. Soon it would be back to the good old days, and the likes of him will be able to find a final solution to this problem. He returned to the task at hand. The spy had narrowed his eyes, and he urged himself to be more careful. His plans would be damaged if he gave even a suggestion of his true identity, and his true plans. So he got up, stumbled clumsily past the spy, and left by the front door, hidden by the melee. A note had been planted. "Sir, I know who you are, and I can expose you. I also know what you suspect, and I agree with your suspicions. We will both profit from a new peace, and an end to this war. Come meet me in the alley behind Elm Street, or I will do my civil duty and inform the authorities. T. D." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written by Namothil (Member # 169) on February 07, 2004, 08:30 AM: I suppose I'll join in for now. IC: An old man walking by noticed the insectoid idiot. 'Hmm. Someone could get hurt if this goes on.' His hand flicked out sharply, and the insectoid froze in mid-strike. 'Good. Stasis does work on that thing.' He slipped around the frozen creature, and stepped into the tavern. "Would someone mind explaining what that idiot was trying to do?" Character: Name: Mirarn Age: Indeterminate (He's forgotten, no one else ever knew) Height: About 6 foot. Side: Other (His motives are his own, and he usually doesn't explain them.) Equipment: Staff, enchanted robe (Effectively equivalent to high-quality leather armor.) Skills: Very good at defensive magic. Offensive magic limited to non-lethal spells. (i.e. paralysis, sleep) Limited staff-fighting ability (Limited primarily by strength, not skill) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written by Zephyr Tempest (Member # 2339) on February 07, 2004, 09:08 AM: Xov: Xov was paralyzed, but he still heard what Mirarn said. He tries to free himself, but fails. Xov goes berserk. The paralysis wears off. Mirarn finds himself being held 4 inches from the ground, and face-to-face with an angry Xov. "I'm an idiot, huh? TAKE THIS!" Xov tightens his grip, and his claws dig into Mirarn. He then throws Mirarn on the ground. Xov lifts his foot and gets ready to stomp on Mirarn. OOC: He's strong, but reckless. You can use that to your advantage. [ February 07, 2004, 09:09 AM: Message edited by: Zephyr Tempest ] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written by Xeon Wise Man (Member # 1046) on February 07, 2004, 09:19 AM: "Whatever the answer could be, it must be quite disturbing," Maestro replied, just as the insectoid fool attacked the old man. The former ninja turned to him: "You indeed ARE unworthy of even animals! How dare you try to kill seniors?" "Nobody talks to me like that!" The insect cried, and lunged at Maestro. He was fast enough, though, to dodge its attempt at tackling him head-on. Not wanting to kill the fool, he then simply karate-chopped it in the neck, quickly knocking it out. He then stood back up - this old man could be helpful in stopping the war. "Hey gramps," Maestro called, "I need to speak to you for a minute. Meet me outside." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written by Zephyr Tempest (Member # 2339) on February 07, 2004, 10:31 AM: Wise Man...Xov has no neck. Therefore he is still conscious. IC: Maestro attempted to karate-chop Xov's non-exsistent neck, but he only succeeded in hitting Xov's thorax and making him even angrier. Xov: "DIE, FOOL!" Xov slashes Maestro in the back of his head, which knocked him away a few feet. [ February 07, 2004, 10:34 AM: Message edited by: Zephyr Tempest ] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written by Namothil (Member # 169) on February 07, 2004, 11:23 AM: "You're starting to annoy me, insect." Mirarn's hands flashed through a complicated gesture, and Xov was frozen again. "That will hold him until I release the spell, and I'll wait to do that until somone's ready to take charge of him. Now, you wanted to discuss something?" He stepped outside and waited for this strange warrior to continue. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written by Xeon Wise Man (Member # 1046) on February 07, 2004, 11:40 AM: Maestro followed. "I am part of an organization known as the Sentinels," Maestro announced. "I believe you have not heard of them, as they are highly ... underground. My name is Maestro, by the way." "Ah," the old man replied. "Mine is Mirarn. Why do you want to speak with me in particular?" "We, the Sentinels, are dedicated to stopping this war and finding the true causes, if possible. These two formerly allied kingdoms cannot become immediately hostile to each other, so suddenly. I am one of those selected to recruit several skilled men and women to investigate the clues that we may find. I only need a few recruits - three or four at most. I can tell that you are a highly skilled mage, Mirarn. Would you like to join me?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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Maestro followed. "I am part of an organization known as the Sentinels," Maestro announced. "I believe you have not heard of them, as they are highly ... underground. My name is Maestro, by the way." "Ah," the old man replied. "Mine is Mirarn. Why do you want to speak with me in particular?" "We, the Sentinels, are dedicated to stopping this war and finding the true causes, if possible. These two formerly allied kingdoms cannot become immediately hostile to each other, so suddenly. I am one of those selected to recruit several skilled men and women to investigate the clues that we may find. I only need a few recruits - three or four at most. I can tell that you are a highly skilled mage, Mirarn. Would you like to join me?" -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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"Whatever the answer could be, it must be quite disturbing," Maestro replied, just as the insectoid fool attacked the old man. The former ninja turned to him: "You indeed ARE unworthy of even animals! How dare you try to kill seniors?" "Nobody talks to me like that!" The insect cried, and lunged at Maestro. He was fast enough, though, to dodge its attempt at tackling him head-on. Not wanting to kill the fool, he then simply karate-chopped it in the neck, quickly knocking it out. He then stood back up - this old man could be helpful in stopping the war. "Hey gramps," Maestro called, "I need to speak to you for a minute. Meet me outside." -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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written Friday, February 6 2004 19:44
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the lizard in Fort Emergence. -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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written Friday, February 6 2004 19:42
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OOC: hmm... i'll use Maestro here: Name: Maestro, aka Beam Finger Age: 28 Height: 5'11" Side: Mercenary Equipment: Twin blade sword (can be separated into 2 identical sabres), grey overcoat, headband with gold lining, black leather gloves and boots Skills: he's pretty much an agile fighter, with the secondary skill of being able to shoot beams with his fingers - he won't use this skill unless it was truly necessary but when he DOES use it it can be quite lethal (though also quite demanding on magical energy) Background: yea yea, will come later IC: Maestro stood atop a city wall in Kliste. In the distance, a fierce battle was taking place. He had never liked open battles - just seven years ago he had been a ninja, though he had changed his ways since then. He continued to observe the surroundings. After memorizing much of the surrounding area, Maestro decided to check the pub - it was the only thing he could do. Perhaps he would find some competent people who would help him investigate the true causes of this war... -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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written Sunday, February 1 2004 19:30
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back then women shaved their eyebrows... -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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written Sunday, February 1 2004 19:23
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1 Kucinich Score: 100% 2 Sharpton Score: 94% 3 Kerry Score: 89% 4 Clark Score: 83% 5 Dean Score: 83% 6 Edwards Score: 77% 7 Lieberman Score: 72% 8 Bush Score: 3% <--- shoulda been 0%, but whatever -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |