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written Tuesday, February 22 2005 11:14
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And it was done...HEy look everyone...little mungie:D  [ Tuesday, February 22, 2005 11:14: Message edited by: mung ] -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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written Monday, February 21 2005 10:09
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Does it work...let us seee.... ack. I'll have to get it posted somewhere...sigh... [ Monday, February 21, 2005 10:09: Message edited by: mung ] -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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written Monday, February 21 2005 10:04
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O.O.C Ya know you kinda skipped over the first fight with the nemphilim in the fort, cha know:D But we can hit that on the way back when we take a rest, right. :D And yes, I suppose there were supposed to be people joining as well since there are like…5 character CD’s…but hey, who can say…the bed got’em as fas As I’m concerned:D Right now it’s you and me. I’ve got a friend making a her won character and we should have a priest as well. But I’m not sure where we’re going to pick her up though…have to think about that one…wait…scratch that, we’re going back to the fort, we’ll get her then… And Rob, don't worry about it. Ya can still join in later if you want... I.C. A slight smile played across Lashmier’s face. Anyone who knows anything about cats knows their strange affinity with bugs of any sort. This might prove to be entertaining. In any event he had a commendable companion. Humans were generally stupid creatures given to emotions and a bit slow…This man seemed to be capable of at least some abstract thought even if he did look a bit unwieldy in all his armor. Lashmier flexed under his thin covering of chain and plate and enjoyed the freedom from such encumberment. They traveled on the rough dirt path leading from the fort for perhaps thirty to forty minutes (for convenience sake let’s make one step any direction 15 minuets out of town…and perhaps… 15 seconds in town…sound good? Almost seems a bit long in town but that’s alright.) They then turned left across a stretch of rougher cave floor. Skeptically Lashmier observed that they were heading for a small inlet off a bit of river, It was likely that some larger creature would be here, using the stream. But unlikely that any spiders were present. Disappointed He turned to the big man. “Well, seems as if as – A movement from the side and a strange smell caught Lashmer at the same time. Milton raised his hand in warning. ***Your movement has attracted a bunch of huge spiders. Their eight legs propel them swiftly towards you, pedipalps twitching greedily…*** With a growl of amusement Lashmier surveyed the situation. Spiders…rather large ones at that, had come pouring out of the rockwork to surround him and his new companion. He fell into a slight crouch and reached to the hilts of his two cutlass’s and jerked the out. For a moment he stopped. Then jerked them again. The weapons seemed to be stuck fast. With a grunt he pulled hard, feeling bindings snap and the blade slid free trailing wisps of webbing. Ohhhh, this was going to be interesting. He looked back at the big man behind him just as the spiders began to close in…”(at this point several cliché’s ran through my head, among them “you sure know how to show a girl a good time” yet none seemed so appropriate as… :) Do ye’ think we pissed em off?” OC. Good stuff:D Now I’ve got to help my friend with her little character, enjoy:D -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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written Sunday, February 20 2005 16:55
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I think ye have to log into myspace or something...so you gotta register...and for those of you who don't want to do that...how do you include pics in a post perchance? -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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written Sunday, February 20 2005 11:28
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Welp, she dosn't exactly have a pic yet...being a poor little soul. So...think a a little red head with curly hair and a cute face and that's her:D I took several pics of her (just to help out) although they mostly seem to be of her either running away, hideing, or attacking the camera with quite a lot of anger...so we didn't add those:D Btw, if anyone else's is on myspace. drop me a line people. I'd love to hear from ya:D [ Sunday, February 20, 2005 11:28: Message edited by: mung ] -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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written Sunday, February 20 2005 11:20
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odd, my image seem's to be missing...anyone tell me if they have a problem with the page will'n'cha? -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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written Sunday, February 20 2005 11:14
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Hey, anyone got a site like this one? This is me by the way...arn't I sex'e:D http://profiles.myspace.com/users/9384841 -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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written Sunday, February 20 2005 11:07
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You do realize that this is going to bring out so much profanity and violence...I mean...not saying that I'm going to do anything...just... :D ya know what I mean:D -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, February 16 2005 07:47
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I'm curious...I was sitting in my living room babysitting some little'ns, and my step-sister walks in, just at that moment a show comes on (Malcolm in the middle, but it can be any such show of "ill-repute") And she looks at the little kiddies and says, "well, you don't want to watch this, it's bad!" And she changes the channel, And do you suppose what she changed it to? The news. "Missing girl found dead..." "Teacher arrested on sexual charges..." "Five more marines killed..." Am I the only one that seems to think that a show depicting comical , all-be-it, violent situations is far...FAR better then anything that is happening in the world? I'm not suggesting that we deprive our youth of seeing anything that is going on, nono. I leave it to everyone to make their own decisions on such things. But seriously, when the affairs of the world are worse then those of a show made up on the BASIS of a screwed up, violent, mal-adjusted home life...that is something sad...no? Just something I had to vent…sorry for the inconvenience… [ Wednesday, February 16, 2005 08:09: Message edited by: mung ] -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, February 15 2005 11:04
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Heh, as I sit here chuckling in my own mirth I have to wonder how old you are, friend? But to the real issue at hand, You ask a question to learn a persons definition of what the answer is. Be that definition from study, experimentation, or their own imagination. The truth is out there, yes, I’m not denying that. But the truth is also shaded by so many colors that it’s not really likely that you’ll find, as you said, the exact answer to that question. You want an example, and take into mind that this example doesn’t take into consideration the problem of a question actually using thought or any such thing… What time is it?... Well, depends on what watch, battery, time zone, digital/analog, angle that you look at the watch, watch’s correctness in accordance to the “actual” time, that “actual” time’s accordance with what time it actually is…ya see, everything has it’s own color. That’s what makes life as diverse as it is. If there were only truth, then what fun would there be? Life is made up of the little quirks and surprises made by the variety of the truth. A world of absolute right and wrong would be quite a drab place indeed. And I’m sure that we can all appreciate what help it is when your version of the truth (no mommy I did not take that cookie) takes precedence over what actually happened (mommy, I ate the hell out of it). So if you choose to live in exact accordance with the laws of right and wrong, then be my guest. I personally prefer the slightly purple hue to my life, thank you very much… btw, try not to be so pissy or the topic'll be locked for flameing, I'm actually enjoying myself... [ Wednesday, February 16, 2005 11:34: Message edited by: mung ] -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, February 15 2005 06:13
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Ahh yes...a newbee...those bountless stored of knowledge that never seem to exaust themselves...well, not until someone comes along and stomps upon their little beacon of light and turns it into a smoldering heap of confusion... Friend, absolute's do not exist in out world today. You assumptions that THAT is correct and that THAT is never wrong are far...far from reality...for what is reality? But relative to the person that's viewing it imediatley...who can say what is real? It all depends on exactly where you're standing, alright? So, You may be right, you may be wrong. But do not say that you have the absolute truth...I've never known that to be true...SO don't be pretenchious...thanks:) -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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written Sunday, February 13 2005 15:19
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...You realize that you've completly ruined the who meaning of this post by posting something that wasn't origionally in the post topic and sich a disturbane could throw off the ever so faint grip on sanity that the person who started this whole damn thing has and make him suddenly feel very...disapointed...but hey:P Send me a imp (instant message: private(I made that all all by my lonesome:)) and I'll get back to you on a character and joining...as for what exactly it is...it's an RPG that's takeing place at this moment where I'm going through the game Exile II crystal souls with a personal party of people...LIke the game but...better...so, join if you wish...and, btw... NEVER POST HERE AGAIN!!! ARGGG):: ) >>>>>> [ Sunday, February 13, 2005 15:19: Message edited by: mung ] -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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written Sunday, February 13 2005 15:14
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I belive in his barbaric display of imagery that HT V is trying to tell us that those are indeed gremlins...those little b*sterds that plegue our every post and comment and leave us stricken after reading several posts from continuous flashes of red and yellow behind the eyes...quite a problem I hear... But who's to complain:P and this topic...as I said...was never destined to live a long life...JUST LET IT DIE PEOPLE...that is all -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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written Sunday, February 13 2005 15:11
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I think that's because the only word that seems to be lodged in the males brain whenever a female gives any sort of statment, comment, direction, command, question, etc...or even if they're just talking is... "ok" Kinda sad, no:P But hey, who can blame us? -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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written Sunday, February 13 2005 09:40
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If anyone is able to tell me exactly what O.K. means then I would really enjoy that. I've been curious about that for a bit...any takers? O.K...and no...I don't mean oklahoma... -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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written Saturday, February 12 2005 16:15
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Well now...this topic seems to have been forcefully ground in to the ashtrey of dead-end topics in the time of it's newfound youth...sad when that happens... chuckle -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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written Thursday, February 10 2005 11:17
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oc. Hehe, that was great:) and apparently the bed has sucked down our two other players...so bear with me as I attempt to find at least someone else to accompany us. ic. Lashmier finished buckling on the rest of his belts and stood looking about the room. The bed was beginning to give of a faint curl of smoke and the air seemed to crackle above it. He wondered, not for the first time, what exactly the mages were thinking when the designed the foul contraption. With a sigh he made his way to the door, taking one more cursory look about the room to make sure he had left nothing. Then, deciding he had taken his life in his own hands long enough by being in the same room as the temporally perverted bed he slowly backed out of the room. As he walked down the short hall outside he brushed shoulders with a man going the opposite direction. Not a small man, he looks well built and able to take care of himself. A thought occurs to Lashmier and he turns to the man. “good, day…err, to say, good morning. I have a slight…problem yet with your language. You too look as if you are of the adventuring profession. Am I to presume that you are indeed a member of the party assembled here for that purpose? If this be so, pleased to meet you.” Lashmier held out his gauntleted hand in the awkward way these humans do of greeting one another. Perhaps this man was indeed one of his fellow adventurers. Better that then the guards at the gate who seemed to trust his as far as they could stick a spear through him. Dark looks and quite mutters followed his every venture into the yard leaving him little reason to depart his quiet solitude. Perhaps things were about to change… -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, February 8 2005 05:19
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This is Dr. Peppers Character CD... I'll be posting for her a bit of the time... Name: Glennis Species: Human Age: 30 Sex: F Height/Weight: 5-8/145 Build: Brawny Hand: Left Advantages: Toughness, Good Con Disadvantages: Sluggish Description: Gray hair and eyes, pock marked face, squashed nose, lots of old hairline scars. Wears a royal blue hooded cloak over a short leather tunic. Carries a leg from a fancy dining room table. It's solid black oak, carved with scrollwork and the end is shaped like a lion's foot clutching a ball. Personality: Antisocial. Abilities:- Health: Good Spell Points: Great Main Statistics:- Strength: Great Dexterity: Good Intelligence: Mediocre Warrior Skills:- Edge Weapons: Mediocre Bashing Weapons: Great Pole Weapons: Good Thrown Missiles: Mediocre Archery: Mediocre Defense: Good Magic Skills:- Good Mage Spells: Mediocre Priest Spells: Great Mage Lore: Good Alchemy: Mediocre Item Lore: Great Other Skills:- Disarm Traps: Mediocre Lockpicking: Mediocre Assassination: Good Poison: Great Luck: Mediocre -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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written Friday, February 4 2005 04:57
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!GASP! My fellow man, though art not unlike myself. Seemingly registered before all others yet with a post count below that of any? It is quite the coincidence...no? -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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written Thursday, February 3 2005 05:01
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Please only those of the RPG post and only post your full, complete CDs, thank'ees... By the way we're ready to play...if you havn't noticed:D NAME; Lashmier RACE: Nemphilim SEX: Male HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 6’ 200Lbs BUILD: Massive HAND: Ambidextrous DATE OF BIRTH: 805 IE PRODESSION: Brigand/Mercenary PALCE OF BIRTH: Nemphilim fort near Fort Genrick DESCRIPTION: Lashmier is a huge cat with black fur and white patches on his face, hands, feet, and across his chest. His right arm bears magical tattoos that affect his hair as well as his skin dyeing them both a silvery white. The tattoos are vastly powerful spells and glyphs that counteract a certain enchantment from a gauntlet which Lashmier acquired from a traveling mage. The man tragically died before being able to tell Lashmier that the item had not been identified as safe or not and was being sent to the lair of Motrax for further investigation. Apparently the gauntlet was far from safe and began immediately to change Lashmiers body into an ethereal substance. Through some miracle of luck Lashmier was able to find a suitably able mage to fix the ravages of the item. The gauntlet, however, could not be removed. The effects of the magic on his hand was permanent so Lashmier is cursed to bear the item forever. A wonderous thing it is to bear nonetheless. Made of silver and set with stoned black as jet and crimson as blood. Intricate patterns and glyphs are carved into the metal and the gems seem to swirl with their own inner life. The dexterity of the gauntlet is amazing, giving it’s user nearly perfect precision with tools no matter how small or fine the detail. Two inch claws extend of the fingers of the gauntlet making it a capable weapon as well. The gauntlet seems to also be able to magnify the simplest spells changing the blaze of a flame to the ferocity of a fireball. All in all it’s a very adaptable item ( ) The only armor he wears is a chainmale scarf which acts as a coif. The chain is raged and hangs behind his in strips, some reaching to his waist with most not passing his middle back. His chest is bare and his left arm is covered to the shoulder with a thick layer of spiked armor. Articulated to perfection, the glove was created by master craftsmen available to only those with the money you get from a life of thievery or politics. Across his back are strapped two cutlass’s aproximatley a foot and a half in lenth each. The hilts are angled downward and outwards for easy access and the tips potrude over his shoulders a few inches. The blades are each blackened steel with almost a blue shine when the light hits the razor edge. His pants are those of a traveling swordsman. Wayleighed within sigh of his destination the man was easily enough killed and stripped. Although his sword cleanly took the head of one of Lashmiers companions. The pants are large and seem to be comprised of hundreds of stripps of leather laced together and interspersed with bits of chainmale to reinforce them. Numerous pockets can be found throughout the pants. The sword is quite a wicked weapon. Four feet long and slightly curved, the metal seems to have been…folded. But of course that’s not possible. The blade bears perfect balance and amazing speed, seeming to pass from one point in the air to another without having to pass through the space in-between.(hehe:) The sheath is of black leather and strapped about Lasmier’s waist with another length of chain. He wears no shoes save for a loupe of cloth to protect the soles of his feet from any damage. If necessary he dons a pair of curious wooden sandals also found on the young swordsman. About his neck and from his ears bangles numerous silver bells. Interwoven in the chain and one from each ear, the bells create a musical cadence with any movement. His appearance is pleasant, with sharp handsome features in his face. His voice is loud yet not to the point of being annoying. Across his shoulder he caries a worn bow of Lemon wood. A quiver at his hip holds barbed arrows with razor points. PERSONALITY: Lashmier is a pleasant person to be around. Easy going and ambitious. With few faults besides a touch of egotisticality. He seems to be a born leader, actively taking charge of situations and easily handling dilemmas. His quick wits and silver tongue lend his easily to the role of diplomat for the group and his size and dexterity make his obvious for bartering with merchants of a less reputable nature. When faced with a situation that has gone from bad to worse Lashmier is quick to take control and prefers affirmative action to any one of his men being hurt. He has been the leader of a brand of brigands from since the age of 16. Approaching his 18’th birthday he has become accustomed to people and their problems and learning to deal with them. Background:-} Lashmier rolled over in the night. His eyes opened taking in the walls, the floor, the softly glowing fire. He sat up letting his wives hand slide from his chest, pulling the blankets aside and stood up Soft brown hair and eyes as green as moss. A soft smile played across her lip. A faint sound echoed from outside his door once again, obviously what had awakened him. Not so much curious as tired and annoyed he slid a cutlass from under his sleeping mat and padded over to the door of his chamber. He touched the latch just as a something smashed into it from the other side. The door exploded inward along with the frame, tearing chinks of stone from the wall. He heard his wife scream as a shape emerged into the low light of the room. He caught a glimpse of tabby fur as a huge fist backhanded him, spiraling him across the room. He leapt from the debris of the floor and launched himself at the huge cat before him with a snarl, his blade raised. From the corner of his eye he saw a shadow slide into the room after the huge cat. It raised a hand and released a blaze of energy which slammed into him bearing him to the floor once again. This time he rolled onto his back, gasping for breath. The fur of his chest froze into tiny icicles and his blood seemed to freeze in his veins. The last thing he saw was the huge cat pick his wife up with a single arm and drag her from the room. The dark shadow looked back across the room, a snarl crossed his lip. Eyes burned like coals in the near dark and everything faded from view. He woke, perhaps a moment, perhaps hours later. His head felt groggy, blood had dried on the side of his face. He staggered over to his bed and clasped his other cutlass pulling it from under the worn leather and cloth. He hobbled to the door and raised his hand, resting his forehead on his forearm against what was left of the door. He began to wander down the hall, empty of anyone, the sounds of a ritual filtering through the dim passages. He staggered into an open hall, light blossoming from a huge bonfire in the middle of the floor. Figures danced about the room spiraling about a central dais and three figures atop it. One was the huge tabby cat, the other was the black shadow…a shaman. And the third was--- was his wife. She was bound hand and foot to the alter, Her slender form and soft fur highlighted with flickering shadows from the fire. The dark one held a knife, the blade a wicked curve of cold blue steel. His eyes found his wife’s, her mouth opened, a cry, a scream, or a sigh… he never found out. He stumbled forward and collapsed onto the floor, everything going dark again. Lashmier’s eyes cracked open. The first thing that he noticed was that it hurt to much to move. The second was that he was moving, being carried by rough hands. Suddenly light exploded about him. He squinted out again and found that we was outside. His eyes closed against the brightness but he was still being carried along. A few moments later he felt himself falling. Falling and landing. To be truthful the latter hurt more. Darkness closed over him once more. Above him two soldiers moved away from the edge of the rubble pit. Behind them a huge tabby walked forward. He frowned down into the gulch and pulled something from a bag. Two long curved blades and their sheaths. With a distainful motion he chucked the two items into the pit after the Lashmier. His lip curled in a snarl and he turned away motioning to the two other to follow him. Advantages:-} Uncanny Dexterity:-} His heritage lends its self to amazing dexterity and what could be called cat like reflexes. This ability isn’t limited only to his movements but also to his fingers. Such as working with tools and blades, poisons and other such alchemists abilities. Night vision:-} The basic animalistic ability to reflect any sort of light to magnify his natural sight allowing him to seemingly see in the dark. Persuasion:-} When bargaining and when leading he has numerous abilities at his disposal in order to achieve what most attempt to with force. Clever words and a silver tongue are far better allies then muscle. Magically apt.:-} Due to his gauntlet. Ambidextrous:-} Trained with two weapons all his life which enables him to extend his ability to more then simply weapons. Literate:-} Able to read the common languages and some ancient writings in order to study. Trilingual:-} Speaks Human, Nemphilim, and Slizerkian. Disadvantages:-} Renegade:-} Despised by both Nemphilim and Slizerkians for his abandonment of his culture. Handicapped:-} Lacks a physical right hand, although his gauntlet functions just as well if not better. ABILITIES: HEALTH: low SP: low MAIN STATISTICS: STRENGTH: average DEXTERITY: beyond average INTELLEGENCE: excellent WARRIOR SKILLS: EDGE WEAPON: grand master BASHING: inept POLEARM: average THROWN: inept ARCHERY: master DEFENCE: novice MAGE: Various spells PRIEST: Various spells MAGE LORE: adept ALCHEMY: inept ITEM LORE: inept OTHER SKILLS: DISARMING TRAPS: perfect LOCKPICKING: perfect ASSASSINATION: average to master(depending on weapon) POISION: master LUCK: perfect [ Thursday, February 03, 2005 11:13: Message edited by: mung ] -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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Of course:) lead by exemptions not examples :P -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, February 2 2005 07:06
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ic Lashmier sighed. The room was too small. He looked about his sparse surrounding. A bed, a desk, a torch set in the wall. All of it showing the marks and signs of man made material. He hated it. But what choice did he have? He had been caught. By a group of men none the less. His group had been ambushed on a routine raid. The men had known that he was coming. The had left a small party in the open and surrounded them with a force that he could not combat. His small detachment of renegade warriors had been slaughtered. He had fought to the end but a blow from a mages fireball had knocked him reeling. He had staggered straight into the main force of the enemy. Beaten nearly unconscious he had no choice but to yield. Now he found himself here, in the company of men. Well, perhaps it was better then the alternative. Eventually his little group would be run down by the others, tracked ands killed like the cave lizards they hunted for food. Then, for the good of their god *he spat at this* they would be ritualistically sacrificed. Then those basted shamans would have their way with him finally. As they did with his wife. He fingered the two rings around his neck under the chain scarf and sighed. Well, there was no hope for it now. Perhaps he could find a way to pay them back. About him as well was a party of men. Some seemed capable of putting up a good enough fight. Perhaps he would yet have a chance of vengeance…perhaps… He sighed again. Gripping the side of the bed, splinters rising under his gauntleted hand, he rolled out of it. He was mildly curious why this world had such large beds. It could hold a full party of six, yet took up the space of a single man. The idea was interesting. Perhaps these exiles had more power then he thought. Of course then they wouldn’t need him now would they? Landing easily on his feet he walked to the dresser and began strapping on his sheaths across his back and at his waist. Behind him someone stirred. oc. Aaaannnnddddd...begin:D And a note...please no one not in the rpg reply here. If you want to send me a pm and I'll get you in, alright. thanks... [ Wednesday, February 02, 2005 07:09: Message edited by: mung ] -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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Exile is a state of being. An Exile is a person who has been expelled from his or her country. To exile someone is to declare that person as undesirable, a person who must leave and can never return. Exile is also a place. It is an enormous network of tunnels and caverns far below the surface world. For years, the Empire, undisputed master of the surface world, has used these caverns as the dumping ground for the unwanted. Men and women, skilled and unskilled, elderly and young children alike, were sent through a one-way teleporter into the caverns below. There, they survived, endured, and formed a society. They waited, and bided their time. They desired to return to the surface. They desired revenge. And they struck back. The Empire made the mistake of sending into Exile several powerful mages who had become too inconvenient to keep around safely. They were a great help in building the nation under the world, and waited for the chance for vengeance. Then, they had their chance. The strongest of them all, Erika, managed to teleport a group of adventurers to the surface, where they assassinated Hawthorne, the powerful and brilliant King of the Empire. The others used their skills to help the Exile army defeat the sinister Slithzerikai, a race of vicious lizard men. Exile was now safe from threats in the underworld. The Empire realized, overnight, what a brood of vipers they had given birth to. There were two reactions. The first was sudden. Nobody else was teleported below. The misfits of the surface were kept in prisons, rather then caves. The second reaction came five years later, after it became clear that Exile was surviving just fine without fresh people from the surface. The Empire invaded. Soldiers, priests, mages, and assassins were teleported into the underworld, slowly at first, then faster. The exiles have waged a vicious guerrilla war against them, but little by little the denizens of the caves are being wiped out. Your band was part of one of the last groups sent into Exile. After Hawthorne was killed, you were hired into the Exile army as adventurers – a small band designed to take care of jobs for small, stealthy groups. You have just arrived at Fort Ganrick. You are there to help the garrison there fight a tribe of Nephilim, fierce, feline humanoids. You are in your quarters. Cecile, the captain here, has told you to go see her after settling in. So do what you can. But remember. Every day, the Empire invaders carve up a little bit more of your home. One by one, your people are being put to the sword. The question – what are you going to do about it? What can you do? Welcome to Exile. How long do you plan on staying? -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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!!!AND NEVER DOUBLE POST!!! -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, February 2 2005 06:28
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Agreed, I wouldn't take too much seriously...although, you might want to take care not to wander into some of the darker corners of the realm...some of our sanity has leaked there and...Deformed...I would warn you against certain words and actions. Obey the rules little one, else you may find someone who waits at the end of your bed while you sleep, staring at your still figure, studying your breath, watching your movements, waiting for you to wake. Always staring...so, take care to follow the rules and stick with the high crowd. There are some that will take you under with them. So, read the rulesssss.... -------------------- ...well I thought it was funney...? didn't you? Posts: 296 | Registered: Wednesday, November 7 2001 08:00 |