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written Tuesday, February 21 2006 08:19
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OoC: No offense taken, Aran. Actually, I should thank you for keeping this RP moving; I myself don't seem to be too good at that. I'll try to be a more frequent poster in the future. And yes, I am implying that Melora spent a lot more than a little while being analyzed by the book. IC: After giving the book to Melora, Tuulentekija's exhaustion finally caught up on him. He dropped down to the floor beside the druid and closed his eyes. Gah. I'm useles if I don't soon get some food and rest. It feels like somebody's been bashing my brains with a tree trunk. I'd do anything to get rid of this headache if I wasn't so god damn tired. Tuulentekija opened his eyes for a while and glanced at unconscious Sequoia. I should do something to him. His wounds will get infected in no time if not cleaned immediatly. He tried to get up, but his limbs refused to obey him anymore. He tried to say something to Melora, but she was completely obsessed with the book and didn't notice him at all. Great. This is just great , Tuulentekija cursed in his mind just a second before falling asleep. --- Tuulentekija had no idea how long he had slept, or how long he had been awake for that matter, when he finally realized something was wrong. "Melora!" he shouted and jumped at his feet with renewed strenght. For some questionable relief, the elf was still there, still reading the same page of the ancient tome. Hmmm. It seems I dozed of for only a brief while, he thought and glanced at Sequoia. "Have you found anything to help our friend here? 'Cause if not, I'm going to give him first aid right now" he said, but Melora didn't seem to notice at all. "Hmmph. Elves" Tuulentekija muttered and turned to the unconscious druid. Just then he heard footsteps.... [ Tuesday, February 21, 2006 08:22: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ] -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Monday, February 13 2006 06:24
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Hanging is not inhumane if done right; the neck of the sentenced breaks, resulting to immediate death. The method is still in wide use. However, it is highly disturbing that they even considered death by hanging in any of those cases, and the fact that they went from words to deeds just makes it... gah. I can find no words to describe the sheer idiocy of those decisions. In my opinion, if they want to kill people, they should at least make it seem plausible. -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Saturday, February 4 2006 02:30
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But big brains are costly to maintain, and as you said, the course of nature is towards the minimum need of energy. In my view, if a creature doesn't need all it's intellect to survive, evolution is as likely to "cut the excess" as it is to take the other path, ie. civilization. I didn't speak about sentience; all life is sentient, atleast on the first level. Forming of sentience and forming of culture are different things, Ezrah. However, I do agree that unspecialized beings are more likely to form culture than specialized ones. However specialization is the easy route! Those human civilizations which were too specialized to their surroundings have always met their dooms in relatively short times. Think of the inuits: they were very specialized to the arctic conditions, and now just look at them; after the conditions started to change, their unique culture has quickly eroded. Because of globalization this has happened to many other cultures too. I'd also like to point out, that there are two things we humans still are too specialized in; these are agriculture and warfare. I'd explain more, but I just have met the limits of my vocabulary. I have to take few peeks to my english dictionaries before I can continue. [ Saturday, February 04, 2006 02:51: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ] -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Saturday, February 4 2006 01:53
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I learned about Spidweb games when I stumbled upon the shareware version of Exile 3 on the internet. After a while, I ofcourse wanted the other parts too, and so I ended up in here. -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Thursday, February 2 2006 03:49
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If we want to discuss about sentience and forming of civilization, there's something I'd like to point out: First, there are three seperate levels of sentience: capability to react to chemical stimuli, consciousness that there is a world outside and consciousness of self (or ability to grasp abstract things, whichever is more accurate). Now, humans, dolphins, apes and wolves (and propably other big predators) are on the third. Dogs, however are stuck in between of the second and third level. Do you know why? Here is why: Dog brains are smaller than those of a wolf. That is because eating garbage requires less intellect than actively hunting. That is because eating carbage is easier than hunting. So you might want to revise the sentiment that taking the easy path will more propably lead in to forming of a culture. -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, February 1 2006 04:02
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Ofcourse. Actually, that kind of things happen quite often if you listen to music very much. Here are few songs that I recall doing so: Minulla on sanottavaa! & Hyvä ihminen (Timo Rautiainen & Trio niskalaukaus) Pidä kädestä kiinni & Saalistaja (Indica) Blood red roses (Uriah Heep) Take it easy & Life in the Fast lane (Eagles) Nemo (Nightwish) Musta Aurinko (Juice Leskinen) -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, January 31 2006 02:54
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IC: "A demon? Where?" Tuulentekija shouted and glanced around the room. There it was, flying away from a bolt of searing light Sequoia was aiming at it. Tuulentekija grasped the handle of his sword, but just then something hit him and smashed him to the ground. "Mitä pirua!?" he shouted and stumbled back to his feet as fast as he could. There was something infront of him, a black beast growling from anger. First Tuulentekija's pained mind thought it was yet another demonic horror Orloki had sent after them, but then he realized it was a creature much more familiar to him. It was a wolf. The beast leaped back on him before he could do anything to react. Tuulentekija again fell to the ground, the wolf on him. "Get off you poor excuse of a canine!" Tuulentekija cursed while trying to keep the wolf's open jaws as far of his neck as he could. His sword, which was still sheathed and trapped under his own body, was now the least of his troubles. He could hear angry barks and howls from around him, but he was too busy to locate the source. The wolf's claws were painfully scratching his arms and face, in the same time as it was struggling to get Tuulentekija's hands off of it's own neck. Just when Tuulentekija felt that his grasp was slipping, the wolf yelped and jumped aside. Tuulentekija used the change to get back on his feet and then quickly glanced around. What he saw didn't help his headache at all. The stone hall was in utter chaos. There were at least a dozen wolves running around on the floor, accompanied by a gargantuan winged demon. The druid was keeping them at bay by flinging bolts of blinding light at them. Tuulentekija turned around to see what had happened to the wolf that had attacked him; it had one of Melora's daggers sticking out of his skull. Without much thinking Tuulentekija kneeled, pulled it off of the dead beast and flung it to the nearest enemy. The wolf yelped and ran directly to a beam of light shot by Sequoia. Tuulentekija still didn't care about his sword; instead he quickly searched his pockets to find his woodcarving knife. It would be of much better help against the beasts that were racing around. Ukko, if I survive from this day... , he thought and started painstakingly running towards the druid, unaware that his scratches caused by the wolf were already healing... OOC: Hey. Hey! HEYYY! It's the 500th post! Yippee! [ Tuesday, January 31, 2006 02:58: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ] -------------------- Somebody PLEASE turn the heat on. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Monday, January 30 2006 02:14
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I will always remember the scene in tLoZ: Wind Waker, when the wind temple boss emergess from the ground keeping that strange... I don't know, creaking sound , and then burrows back to the ground. The first time trough it scared the hell out of me. -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, January 25 2006 04:39
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IC: Tuulentekija stared Edith's body in disbelief, and then began walking up the tunnel alongside with the elf and the druid. His vision was blurred and all voices were too loud. He tried not to move his head very much, afraid it would fall apart. This headache is killing me. I hope it does so soon, so that I get rid of it, he thought. The elf had become extremely agitated because of the empty alcoves and pieces of burning parchment flying down the tunnel. Both Tuulentekija and Sequoia had to ask her to slow down in several occasions. Finally they arrived in a great chamber filled with stone shelves. In the middle of the camber there was a pile of ash and half-burned books. "No!" the elf shouted, her voice weirdly void of all emotions Tuulentekija could recognize. He didn't pay attention to what she did; his attention was fixed to the single book that still was in the shelf on his right. "What's this?" he muttered and pulled the book out. He browsed it for a while, but now matter how he tried he couldn't make any sense of the words. "Hey elf, there's still one left here" he shouted to Melora. When the elf, who had now ran to the middle of the room and was now collecting the few intact parchments from the still-hot ashes, didn't seem to notice, Tuulentekija shrugged and put the book back. When he did that, he felt a strange sensation in his left shoulder, which should have felt comfortably numb. What now? he thought and pulled his sleeve up to see if there was something more wrong with it; for his shock, the cuts Lisha had made had disappeared. OOC: It isn't as good as I hoped, but it'll have to do for a while. -------------------- Somebody PLEASE turn the heat on. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, January 11 2006 03:33
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What's wrong with finnish game-makers anyway? First IVAN and Pekka Kana, and now... this . Can't they make games that are a bit less insane? -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, January 10 2006 02:10
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All research and succesfull drug policy shows that treatment should be increased, and law enforcement decreased while abolishing mandatory minimum sentences Prison song by System of a Down -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, January 10 2006 02:05
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Tuulentekija was stumbling forward far behind the others. What the hell is happening to me? he thought. The pain had spread all around his body; in a way, it reminded him of the pain caused by the healing spores, but it was much deeper, and... something else too, but Tuulentekija simply didn't have a word to describe it. He also had one other matter: he had been tired and aching for hours now, but now he was also becoming horribly hungry. I should know better than wandering around without eating a good meal , he muttered. "Hey, could you wait for me for a while?!" he shouted to his com-panions, who had already disappeared from his sight. Cursing, Tuulentekija dropped his torn-apart backpack to the ground. Oh well, I can catch them up later; this passage continues straight forward, no matter how long break I take I'll eventually come across them , he thought and started searching what was left of his supplies... Unfortunatly, after a quick inventory, Tuulentekija saw that only things he had were a coil of rope, a grappling hook, a half full water jug, a small knife and a tiny, lonely apple. Better than nothing , he thought, took a from the jug, sat upon his backpack and started munching the apple. It was bitter and far too small to extinquish his hunger, but still it made his mood a bit better. At this point Tuulentekija noticed he was not bleeding anymore. “Mitä helkkaria?” he muttered and glanced his shoulder. Indeed the wound was completely healed. Well, well. It seems Cain’s powder works after all. However the pain didn’t go away, and it bothered Tuulentekija. He frowned, rose up, collected his stuff and began walking again. After a while he caught up the others. “Where have you been?” Edith said, and her thoughts had a strange metallic tone in them. “I just took the long waited break” Tuulentekija replied weakly. His head was now throbbing uncomfortably. “Say Edith, do you have a medicine for headache?” “No”, answered the alchemist, but somehow Tuulentekija didn’t think she was saying the truth. “Okay, I’ll ask the others then”, he said, but just then the pain became unbearable for him and with a pained cry he collapsed to the floor, unconscious. [ Tuesday, January 10, 2006 02:06: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ] -------------------- Somebody PLEASE turn the heat on. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Monday, January 9 2006 02:11
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There will be no 2016, because the world ends with the year 2012. -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Sunday, January 8 2006 05:44
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Cain had thrown some powder on Tuulentekija's shoulder, but somehow the pain didn't reach him; the healing agents couldn't do anything to his wounds. "Leave it be" he said to seemingly frustrated Cain. "This isn't the first time I've had... unnatural wounds" he continued and his mind flashed back to the time he had lied upon the cold floor of the Icy Fortress, nearly all of his bones broken. "If that is what you wish", Cain replied and turned his attention elsewhere. Tuulentekija, in turn, turned around to speak to Edith. "So, do you want to continue our little conversation?" he asked, but for his... disappointment? Edith shook her head. Tuulentekija shrugged and decided to search conversation elsewhere. However, when he tried to talk to the elf, she ignored him like she had something more important to focus on. Tuulentekija cursed on his own language, hoping no-one could understand what he was saying, and then purposedly left behind to become the last of the line. Tuulentekija was hugely bothered by Cain. Ofcourse it is good have someone powerful like him with us, considering the conditions, he is like a torch kept too close to my face , he thought. His sole presence garbles all my senses. What if I miss something important because of that? It was indeed worrying, that the only persons Tuulentekija could expect to have as good senses as he were a dark skinned elf and a demon, wolves in sheeps clothing. If I get out of this place alive, he thought, I'll finally find a nice cozy place and settle down. Yep, it's about time to do that. Ofcourse, deep inside Tuulentekija knew that he would never make that happen. I'm too fond of traveling. I bet I'll even die carrying a backpack. The thought of having a backpack made him curse even more, when he remembered that his own was now in shreds and much emptier than he would have liked... After a while of even more walking, which didn't help Tuulentekija's mood at all, the passageway began to widen. There were deep depressions in the walls now, and the elf was searching them with a passion. For her disappointment, they were all empty. The elf said something to her easterling companion, but Tuulentekija didn't pay attention to it; he could guess it was something about the library. Cain was now far ahead of them, and so were the druid and Edith. With Cain's disturbing presence now further away, Tuulentekija could sense something else emanating deep from the recesses of the mountain. It was completely different from the power Cain was radiating; actually contraversary as far as Tuulentekija could tell. Strange. Feels around the same as being near a shaman who's calling ancestors for help, he thought, and then, ignoring the pain that had for no reason creeped from his shoulder to other parts of his body, hurried up to catch others. -------------------- Somebody PLEASE turn the heat on. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Thursday, January 5 2006 03:56
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OOC: Sorry for my absence. I didn't have access to internet during my holidays, and doing nothing is time taking business. Well, I'm back now, and it seems I have horrible amount of work ahead me to catch up with you. IC: After Edith had spoken to him, Tuulentekija remained quiet for a while, trying to repel all thoughts off of his mind. But he simply couldn't help all the memories which were flooding his mind, and the urge to speak, to share his burdens with someone was becoming too great. So, after a while, he again begun talking to Edith. "We had quite a life, me, Ashar and Melody" he said. "Melody worked as a housemaid to Ashar as I roamed the world searching for lost artefacts of his kin. Even to this date it's been the best job I've ever had." A bitter smile spread over his torn-apart face. "Ashar's kin. You mean the Death hawks" Edith said. It was not a question. "Yes" Tuulentekija replied. "Great shapeshifters of the old world, avians capable of taking on humanoid forms. They were friends only to sages and shamans. All others hated them." Tuulentekija lifted his hand and stared again to the black 'pearl'. "You'd be surprised how much trash they left to this world considering that they didn't know anything about crafting" he said. "You're going besides the point", Edith said to him, although Tuulentekija could sense a bit of curiosity on her mind. "Am I? As far as I can tell this could be of much more relevance to us than my foolish adventures." His mind flashed back to the black 'ice' they had encountered before. Edith gave him a kind of a glance that Tuuletekija hadn't seen ever before. Well, he had seen something similar once , but that is another story... "You don't mean...?" Edith begun, but her thoughts were so disorganized that Tuulentekija was confused what she was trying to point out. "I don't mean anything, miss Edith" ,he said, "but Death Hawks have been on this mountain once, long time ago. My knowledge about old myths is small, but I do know, that before the day they came here, no Death Hawk had ever carried a metal item." He stared again at the black pearl, thinking. "But after that, they all had armor stronger than the best plate mails than man can craft..." At this point, Tuulentekija noticed that Edith was not listening to him, at least not fully. It didn't take long for him to realize why. When he had been young, Tuulentekija had gone trough rigorous training to spot and memorize even the most irrelevant sounds. During the long years he had forgotten much what he had been once taught, but he still had the ability to recall things that he hadn't payed even the slightest attention the first time around. So when he realized what the elf and the foreign woman were talking about, he started desperately searching his mind about the beginning of their conversation. And when he remembered, he was dazed. If this is a coincidence, I will eat my shoes for dinner, he thought so loudly that he was sure Edith had heard him. They seized their own conversation to hear what the elf had to say. When the elf stopped Tuulentekija was, in a lack of better word, thrilled. This creature knows a lot about this place. I have to talk with her when I have a change, the sooner the better, he thought. However his thinking was distracted by a weird sound emanting from the passageway behind. When he turned around and saw a black, winged creature walking from the darkness, he almost shouted from fear. He was strangely relieved when he noticed it was only a black, winged demon. Then he noticed Filbert, or whoever ha now was, and became as angry as his exhaustion and aching feet let him. He instinctously searched for his sword, and was happy to notice he still had it with him. If my feet weren't so goddamn sore, I'd run. I doubt a bunch of tired wanderers have any change against those demons, he thought, but even if Filbert is a servant of one demon or another, I doubt it has improved his swordplay very much. --- The fight was over much sooner than Tuulentekija had thought. He was, to say at least, amazed that they all were still alive. However, he wasn't at all happy when the druid suggested following Filbert. "Did I hear correctly? He wants us to follow?" he said and glanced his shoulder. Well, it wouldn't be lethal if it was inflicted by normal blade, but then again, Filbert's definetly wasn't normal. Tuulentekija remembered the sword, and recalled how it's blade had radiated incredible heat. Still, it hadn't cauterized the wound. It was higly unnerving to him. However, even more unnerving was the power he sensed when the druid passed out. He could have as well thrown his self confidence to deep fizzure that leads to the fiery core of earth itself. "I'd like to note you, that this mountain is like a sleeping dragon", he said to other with a worried expression on his face. "and I can tell something is coming up that passage. Whatever it is, it will step on that dragon's tail. I think we should leave this place immediatly." Others glanced him with worried looks on their faces. Still, Tuulentekija wasn't sure he had convinced them to follow his advice. Lempo soikoon, I'm not sure I've convinced even myself, he thought. OOC: Sorry about skipping the fighting, but I think you did good enough job on it. By the way, when did Tuulentekija get a new mask? [ Thursday, January 05, 2006 03:58: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ] -------------------- Somebody PLEASE turn the heat on. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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The longest word I've actually had to use in everyday life is atomiabsorptioelektrospektrofotometrianalysaattori. And there's no way in hell I will translate that monster to english. -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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*There is an empty spot here which used to hold topless pictures, but then something came and ripped them off...* -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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quote:Wait, you're saying that you actually HAD one at some point? Lucky you... -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Friday, December 16 2005 02:27
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As they climbed up the twisting stairways, weird thoughts and memories drifted in and out of Tuulentekija's mind. The flavor of that potion... , he pondered, It reminds me of something. Didn't the easterlings use to make something similar out dried leaves of some weird plant? He tried to re-member if Edith had mixed something familiar looking to his draught, but he hadn't inspected the process carefully enough to tell for sure. Why am I thinking about that anyway? It's completely irrelevant... The stairway showed no signs of ending. No matter how long Edith and Tuulentekija walked, it always continued, spiralling up and slightly left, or so Tuulentekija thought. After a time that felt like ages, Tuulentekija noticed something was painfully pressing his waist. Cursing slightly, Tuulentekija began searching for the object that was disturbing him. He was surprised to find the black pearl he had picked up earlier. At least I don't have to leave completely empty-handed when we get out of this place, he thought and started to toy around with his treasure. He still thought that Melody had once spoken to him about a similar object. It had had something to do with Ashar's armor... Suddenly, Tuulentekija remembered the black ice that had blocked their way out just a moment ago. And after that, nothing stopped the memories from flooding his mind... --- Tuulentekija was standing in the main hall of Icy Fortress, staring the curious object on his hand, when Melody came to the room. "What are you looking at?" She asked and peeked over Tu-ulentekija's shoulder. "I'm just inspecting these black pearls" he said. "I've heard they are very rare. Who come Ashar has this many?". Melody giggled. "They are not pearls, you fool! They are pieces of magical ore the Death Hawks used to craft their ar-mour!” Melody grew much more serious as she said the last bit. “They used to fetch it from far away mountain. I think it was called something like the Shady Mountain. Novadays Ashar is the only one who’s left, and no one goes to the mountain anymore.” “The Shady mountain… I think I’ve been there.” Tuulentekija replied. “You have?” Melody asked and her cheerful mood returned. “Did you find relics of the Death Hawks there?” “No” Tuulentekija answered with a bitter voice. “It was a fruitless trip. I…didn’t know the tongue very well, so I learned practically nothing. And I ended up killing my employer. Not a good thing for a mer-cenary like me.” Melodys face grew dark again. “But it doesn’t matter anymore, doesn’t it?” She said and forced a smile back to her face. “We can both move back to Eagle’s beak, and buy a small piece of land and live happily ever after, right Risto?” Tuuletekija remained silent. --- Tuulentekija stared at the black pearl with his equally black eyes. “What’s taking you so long? Come on!” he could hear Edith’s angry thoughts. Slowly he started walking again. Strange, he thought, Just when I thought I had gotten the answers I realized I have no idea what the question is. I know now when and why I visited this place before, but that was a life time ago! Edith was probably only a child back then, and Filbert was not even born! Who the hell are we facing? In the same time, his thought flew back to the black ice that had blocked their way earlier; he realized now it hadn’t been ice, but metal. Same metal as Ashar’s armour, he thought and started to hurry to catch Edith. -------------------- Somebody PLEASE turn the heat on. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Thursday, December 15 2005 03:36
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OoC: Where I am? Well, I'm sitting in the library of Forssa's vocational institute, writing this reply... IC: The passage Edith and Tuulentekija chose to climb wasn't actually long, only very steep, and it had so many strange twists and turns that both adventurers soon lost all sense of direction. "There is something wrong with this place", Tuulentekija heard Edith's thoughts, "but I just can't put finger on it. Do you have any better picture of our situation?" Tuulentekija shrugged and shook his head. "Nope, but this passage will end soon. The smell of wet canine fur is quite strong already, don't you think?" This time, Edith agreed with him. Soon, as Tuulentekija had predicted, they catched a hint of fresh air and saw some light ahead. In the meantime they also grew more worried about facing the owners of the lair ahead, but as they finally reached it, it turned out their fears had been in vain. It was a small cavern, barely wide enough for Edith and Tuulentekija to walk side by side, and it's ceiling was so low that they both had to walk around crouched. There were pieces of fur and some small bones scattered around, but otherwise the floor was quite clean. "Fate seems to smile upon us" Tuulentekija said with relieved smile on his scarred face. "It seems the inhabitants have gone out hunting." Edith walked to a small hole in the cave wall, which was working as the way out, and peeked out. "Weather looks quite awful" she said. "I doubt it would be a good idea to go wandering outside right now." Tuulentekija inspected the entrance for a while, and his smile grew wider. "Well, then we'll just block the entrance and spent the rest of the night - or day - here. Which one is it outside, by the way. It's been quite a while since we saw the light of the sun." Edith peeked again out of the hole and blinked a few times. "I'm not sure", she said. "I can't see the sky very well, but I'd quess it's either morning or noon." Tuulentekija sat down and dropped what little equipment he still had left to the ground. " Well, what do you say then?" he asked. "It's been a while since either of us slept, so it would be a good time to have a break now." -------------------- Somebody PLEASE turn the heat on. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Monday, December 12 2005 21:50
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If you really need to know a bad game, then it's Ryssä. I still like it though. Even though it's bad. Really bad. I just find playing such a simplistically stupid game amusing once in a while. Other bad game I know is called Lada: the Ultimate Challenge. It's a copy of the ancient Spyhunter, and in the technical sense it also fulfils all characteristics of a bad game. But it's still darn funny to play. -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Sunday, December 11 2005 21:58
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What I've been playing lately? Let's see... Tales of Symphonia Metroid Prime tLoZ: Wind Waker FF: Chrystal Chronicles ZAngband Diablo 1&2 Equilibrium Nethack: Falcon's eye IVAN Visual Poker Recently, I've found Visual Poker the most amusing of these... -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Thursday, December 1 2005 04:08
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Alorael hit 10 000! ... and yes, I do have this strange melody stuck in my head. I just don't know what it is! -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Thursday, December 1 2005 03:02
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I had a sudden urge to point out a nice little fact about ninjas: they have never really assasinated anyone, and the two attempts of doing so failed spectacularly. Stories about silent killers of the night are nothing more than myths. Their real task was to sabotage enemy encampments and cause disturbance during night time. And they didn't really wear fancy black suits either; those were invented much later, and were actually used in theatres. And not by ninjas. I would explain more, but my english vocabulary isn't sufficient for the task. This information was taken from an article about japanese history I read a while ago. I don't remember exactly where that article was, but most propably it was in a relatively recent Tiede-magazine (Science). Pirates, on the other hand, have really existed (and continue to exist, in some form or another) and they have really had peglegs and eyepads. So, judging by historical facts, pirates win. -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Thursday, November 17 2005 03:12
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IC: Tuulentekija had no idea how long they had walked, he only knew that they had did it for long and that he hadn't had good night's sleep. My eyelids weigh a ton. I wonder if it's already morning outside , he thought. Edith was walking ahead of him with a steady pace, showing now external signs of exhaustion, but Tuulentekija could tell she was sleepy too from her tired thoughts wandering inside his head. It's a bit sad that these caves are so cold, Tuulentekija thought.If they were warm like that cavern with that hot spring, we could just lie down and sleep without even bothering to build a fire. So, Tuulentekija and Edith continued to climb up the ancient passageways, the frozen moss making a crackling sound while they walked on it. This cave must get lots of moisture in summer days, Tuulentekija pondered. Otherwise there wouldn't be so much of this moss growing here. Just when Tuulentekija was going to suggest a break, Edith suddenly stopped. "Crossroads", Tuulentekija heard her thoughts. "Great" he muttered and hurried beside her to take a better look. Indeed, the tunnel they had been following split to two, moss-covered passageways, both going steeply upwards. "Do you have any idea which one we should take?" Tuulentekija asked, struggling to stay awake. "I-...I have no idea. They only difference between them is that one is going right and the other is going left..." said Edith. Tuulentekija frowned. He had no idea if Edith was trying to be sarcastic or whether she was just too tired to say, or think, anything coherent. Either way, it didn't really make a difference. He was about to suggest taking the left tunnel, when a certain stench caught his attention. "Do you smell that?" He asked Edith. "Smell what?" her confused thoughts soon replied, answering Tuulentekija's question. "Wolves", he replied and pointed the left tunnel. "They have a lair somewhere up this tunnel. We could be better of taking the other route, but at least this one will take us out of the caverns." "What makes you so sure?" Edith asked and peered to the tunnel. "I can't smell anything, and pardon me, I have a good sense of smell. So if this passage really lead us outside, I could feel the fresh air or at least smell the wolves you mentioned." "It doesn't matter if you believe me or not, Miss Edith" Tuulentekija replied, "But it's the only clue we have. So take your pick." OOC: It seems it is my turn to wait for you, Sherlock. A nice change of pace, isn't it? -------------------- Somebody PLEASE turn the heat on. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |