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World Cup of Hockey in General
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Ha, we won. Sadly, I was watching The Punisher with friends instead of glued to the game. I'm a bad Canadian, I know. Did I miss any spectacular shots, or was it all humdrum playing by the book ?

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Part of a shot contest is knowing when to say "Yeah, I'm done", and not yelling "Frrreeedom !" like William Wallace instead.
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If, for one whole day, you could be ANY race in Avernum... in General
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Hehehe, I'd be a giant, and walk around as though it was normal... because it is...

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In the afterlife... in General
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Wooooo! Go limbo ! Jammin' with the great philosophers. No torture for me either, which is a plus, though I think all the babies would get to me after a while.

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Part of a shot contest is knowing when to say "Yeah, I'm done", and not yelling "Frrreeedom !" like William Wallace instead.
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Valley of Thunder RP in General
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Halfway out across the river, Jay fancied he had heard a loud splash from downriver. Whipping his head to the right, he scanned the shoreline as far as he could see. There wasn't anything large and spikey barreling its way through the water, but that didn't mean something could have gotten into the river and was following him. He debated replacing the armguards to their strapped position, but opted to keep them hanging from his shoulders in case he needed to manuever through the water quickly. 'From what ?' he asked himself. Just as fast as the thought jumped into his head came another. What if there were demons in the river ? Was there even such a thing as water demons ? He didn't know. He did know that he suddenly wanted to be on the other side of the river much faster. With that in mind, he renewed his efforts on the oars. It didn't help much. The long flat bottom boats were made to be rowed by at least two, and he was rapidly tiring. He craned his neck to see how far he was from the other shore.

'Not too far now' he told himself. His heart was pounding. The sound crashed in his ears, the beats slightly faster than his rowing strokes. He used the sound to spur himself on, each pull on the oars bringing him closer to the opposite shore. It seemed to take hours, each breath labour, each heartbeat a lifetime. Finally, he heard the soft crunch of the boat bottom scraping a pebbly beach. He opened his eyes, not remembering when he had closed them. There was no sign of any persuit across the water, if there ever was one. He lifted his hands from the oars, small spliters aching in the grooves of flesh. He dunked his hands into the water on on side of the boat, the cool liquid rushing over his forarms. The armguards bumped against the side of the boat, swinging slightly in their harnesses. Jay leaned farther over, splashing cold water onto his burning face. He lifted some sand from the bottom, tiny shells and rotted wood chips falling away as he brought his hand out of the water. The corse pebbles, that made up the sand of the "beach", were underneath a raised dock. He stooped in the shadow, unable to draw himself upright because of his height. At least, thats what he would have told anyone if they had been watching. He gripped his lower back as he straightened up, pulled muscles protesting now that the rush that iminent danger brought was gone.

'Rowed too fast' he speculated. He finally straightened up, the pain lessening somewhat. He looked around. A rather flimsy looking ladder led up to the topside of the dock. He checked to make sure he had everything and reached out for the middle rung. Swinging himself around to the other side, he pulled himself to the top and looked around. Off to his left, the river took up most of his field of view. To the right was a very different scene indeed.

[ Tuesday, July 06, 2004 18:45: Message edited by: Mordrith ]

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Part of a shot contest is knowing when to say "Yeah, I'm done", and not yelling "Frrreeedom !" like William Wallace instead.
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Another wierd email in General
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That. W-W-W-Was. Awesome.

Who would have thought ebay could be used for good, instead of- ... wait, it was still evil. But it was DAMNED funny !

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Part of a shot contest is knowing when to say "Yeah, I'm done", and not yelling "Frrreeedom !" like William Wallace instead.
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Good books? in General
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Hold the phone. Was Rushdie the one who had to go into hiding or something after writing The Satanic Verses ? Something about the book being a big slam against Islam or something ?

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Part of a shot contest is knowing when to say "Yeah, I'm done", and not yelling "Frrreeedom !" like William Wallace instead.
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Good books? in General
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Snow Crash happens to be a personal favorite of mine. I'll try and keep my fav. author list short. Lets see.

Harlan Coben (Mystery, Tell No One and Just One Look are really well done)
Terry Goodkind (Fantasy, though his last installment of the Sword of Truth series kinda let me down)
Christopher Pike (The Last Vampire series)
Read some Sherlock Holmes too, if you're into mysteries.
Oh, and The Life of Pi. That was one of the most origional books I've read in a while.
Oh! And also, grab some of R.A. Salvatore's work, The Halflings Gem and Servant of the Shard are particularily good. Those are Fantasy, in case you didn't know.
Oh, and Edgar Rice Burroughs. The John Carter of Mars series is a total mind bender, though I don't have the seventh or eleventh book.
And for a laugh, grab some of Steve Jackson and Ian Livingstone's Fighting Fantasy series. I've got a few, but apparently there are 40+ titles. Some of their earlier work (Creature of Havok, Citadel of Chaos) is quite good. Temple of Doom is good too. And Robot Commando, thats awesome.

Umm, I could probably go on, but I don't wanna take to long here.

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Part of a shot contest is knowing when to say "Yeah, I'm done", and not yelling "Frrreeedom !" like William Wallace instead.
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Your daily routine in General
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I'm sure it was a good freaky, Detta. Either that, or they're scared of old people.

[ Friday, July 02, 2004 07:20: Message edited by: Mordrith ]

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Part of a shot contest is knowing when to say "Yeah, I'm done", and not yelling "Frrreeedom !" like William Wallace instead.
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Your daily routine in General
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Oh no, you're not the only one.

A good day for me would go something like this

8am- Wake up to my cat going "Meeeeeeow" at my door because no one in my family but me remembers to feed him
8:10- Hop in the shower to a ice cold rush of water because everyone but me has used all the hot water.
8:30- eat breakfast
8:40- (while still eating) use computer (gasp, eating at the computer ?!?)
9am- Put together a working computer for a client
10:30- get a call from a friend going "My computer has a virus, can you help?"
12:00- Go out and move stones and earth around for five to six hours, create raised flowerbeds and tiny ponds, then move the flowers because the client thought they would be better over there and fill in the pond because they changed their mind about it
6pm- Come home, have a shower, eat something
7pm- Use computer for some leisure time
8pm- get a call from one of my friends going "Can you come out and hang ?"
10:30pm to 2am- Stumble home drunk and try not to think about what I might have said to get me slapped.
2/3am- sleep

And thats a good day.

On a related note (well, to the drinking) YAY CANADA DAY!!!

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Part of a shot contest is knowing when to say "Yeah, I'm done", and not yelling "Frrreeedom !" like William Wallace instead.
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Valley of Thunder RP in General
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Jay scouted the riverbank, looking for drifting logs, another bridge, anything to help him get across the river. What he found, to his delight, was a servicable skiff, a flat bottomed boat for bringing small loads across waterways. He felt the mooring line, secured to a small stone anchor up on shore. There were two of them, one untied by the shore and one untied when in the boat. The shore line was a double hitch, strong, but as Jay was someone who occasionally enjoyed fishing, it posed no problem. He threw the line into the bottom of the boat, and holding fast to the rim, hopped in.

The boat tipped wildly, throwing him to the deck. His head caught the edge of one of the seats, but luckily for him it was made of wicker, and didn't smash his brain around like a hard wood seat. He rose unsteadily, and prepared to cast off the second line.

OOC: On a completely unrelated note, YAY CANADA DAY *dances* *drinks* *dances and falls down* *drinks more*

[ Thursday, July 01, 2004 07:48: Message edited by: Mordrith ]

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Part of a shot contest is knowing when to say "Yeah, I'm done", and not yelling "Frrreeedom !" like William Wallace instead.
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OOC: *Rolls out of bed after hauling stone for 8 hours* Uuhg... need... starbucks... Can't think of... way to get... character... across ... river...

I'll post later today, after I've used a couple bottles of ben-gay and bought out the entire inventory of the coffee shop around the corner

Mordrith, who thinks landscaping will kill him, if he doesn't get it first

*glee* Someone liked my idea ! Wheee !... I'm done now.

[ Tuesday, June 29, 2004 18:32: Message edited by: Mordrith ]

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Part of a shot contest is knowing when to say "Yeah, I'm done", and not yelling "Frrreeedom !" like William Wallace instead.
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Michael Moore - Unfairenheit 9/11 in General
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Mmm, South Korea.

That having been said, for someone whom Michael Moore was not even on the radar two years ago, thus being unable to critique his earlier work against his current, I have never seen such a one sided look at an issue before. For its humor value, I'd rate it just under Cable Guy. As to its biting political commentary *makes quote marks in the air* just this.

Meh

You would do better to read a good book, so says the Canadian.

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Part of a shot contest is knowing when to say "Yeah, I'm done", and not yelling "Frrreeedom !" like William Wallace instead.
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OOC: My apologies for not posting anything for quite some time. I hope my absence has not excluded me from participation in this RP. After catching up with the posts, I placed Jay where I thought he would be, in light of recent circumstances. Currently NW of Selger, across the river in the farmland.

Jay waded into the rich farmland, not quite fully grown crops swaying around him. The gold and green sea spread out in front of him, and he worried what would happen should the fire burn outwards from the forest. The trees on either side of the fields were at least a dozen or so yards from the edge of the -

He bent down and plucked a stalk from the earth

- wheat, and a small irrigation channel ran around the field, fed by a man made ditch coming from the river, so at least there was a natural firebreak to protect him here.

'Everything just went to hell after the tunnel collapsed'.

He lamented his earlier conduct in the bunker, figuring there was something he could have done better. What if they were all dead ? What good did it do him to be a survivor, if he was alone ?
Alone, and a coward.

'No, not a coward.' Had there been a way he could have helped, he would have. 'No sense dwelling on the past', he reasoned. 'I just wish I had someone I could talk to'. The verdant field spread out before him to the south and east, filling his vision and calming him.

He couldn't remember how he got out of the tunnel, possibly one of the access ports had collapsed near him. With demons howling down the tunnel rending anyone they got their claws on limb from limb, and assaulting the bunker, he had raced into the forest. He was tired, more so than he had ever been in his life. Writing ration orders and equipment recquisitions had made him softer than he would have liked. '

At least there aren't any demons scrambling out of the forest after me' he said to himself.

He tried to get his bearings, lost somewhere between Selger and the bunker. He wanted a smoke. He wanted a drink. He wanted a soft chair to rest in. Figuring that the best place to get at least one of these things was in Selger he continued south, angling himself towards the river and he did so. He was watching his feet, trying to avoid gopher holes and sinkholes, so he was able to see things on the ground to either side. He caught something in his peripheral vision, a glint of white among green and gold. He walked towards it, intrigued by what could be out here in a field across the river from the town. It was a body, or what was left of one. He kneeled down and inspected the remains. The back and the ribs had been crushed, or cracked so badly that when the flesh had decomposed, they simply fell away.

'Could have been carried off by predators. Or maybe demons eat what they catch.' The thought made him grimace, and he placed the tattered rag that had once been a shirt over the head and torso of the skeleton. Best he could do in such a circumstance. There were others scattered around, all looked to have been pounced on from behind, their spines and ribs broken.

'They must have swum the river to get away from the demons.' Looked like it didn't work as well as they had hoped.

'Probably waited for them on the other side, and picked them off as the weakend and came in to shore.'

Off across the water he saw the town of Selger, sitting peacefully along the riverbank, unconcerned as to the fate of its inhabitants. He gauged his options, and figured if anyone had survived, they might have made it to the town. Now, all he needed was a way across the water...

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Part of a shot contest is knowing when to say "Yeah, I'm done", and not yelling "Frrreeedom !" like William Wallace instead.
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Valley of Thunder RP in General
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OOC: I'm with him *points up*. If you need to have a character who unbalances the RP by instantly being able to sense motive/alignment/personality/demon influence, then I gotta say, you musn't have a lot to contibute in the way of actual RPing.

That having been said, if MSW approved all these, I'm guessing, psychic powers (reporting to your order by thinking about it ?) I guess they don't think it would create an expectation of power playing from you. I'm just saying.

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Jay was sitting on a crate, attempting to light his pipe when Oskoth rushed at Chadussid. He had seen some unruly behaviour in his time, mostly young guys trying to prove how tough they were. It usually didn't last, and sometimes led to a deeper understanding of themselves.

He didn't think that was the case here.

Oskoth reached Chadussid in a blink, practically jumping on top of him in rage. Chadussid grappled with him, reaching for his knife. He didn't have enough leverage though, Oskoths weight helping to keep the corpsman down. When Oskoth lifted his right arm to strike, Jay decided it might be a good thing if someone intervened. He dashed towards the pair, grabbed Oskoth by his shoulders and hauled him off his feet. Chadussid lept up, knife in hand.

"I'm going to cut out your heart !" Chadussid growled, advancing on the still struggling Oskoth. Jay dropped him down, placing his left leg behind Oskoths right and pushing backwards across his chest. Oskoth stumbled backwards, but kept his balance. Jay was in the middle now, and yelled at them to stop. He held out both hands one to each of them palm up. Both men stopped, but continued to eye each other dangerously.

"This is juvenile. You want to kill each other ? Go outside. You want to tear each other apart, I'm not going to get in your way again. Thats all I've got to say."

He set his hands down by his side and slowly moved away. He returned to the crate and sat down, stuggling to stay calm and light his pipe.

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Part of a shot contest is knowing when to say "Yeah, I'm done", and not yelling "Frrreeedom !" like William Wallace instead.
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The river flowed by slowly, unconcerned by the humans that had taken up searching its shores. Small fish darted to the surface, snapping at insects as a slight breeze blew across the valley. Jay losened the straps on his armor, the entire contraption unconfortably hot.

"Isn't it supposed to get cooler in the evening ?" He asked of one of the searchers. The main group was all gathered by the river now, trying to figure out how the other three got across, and why they did not wait for the rest of the group.

"It'll git 'em kilt" one of the mule drivers had muttered, "Goin' off like that. No tellin what sorta crazy demon filth is wanderin 'round the other side of the river there."

Jay wasn't so sure. He thought he had spotted the place where they crossed, the ground fallen away into the river, along with a tree. It was freshly disturbed, but when he looked for an X, there were no pillars surrounding the site, only more of those damned egg shells. Except... He bent down closer, and picked up another fragment. These were white and green, trying to blend in with the grass on the riverbank. He took a sniff, and was pleasantly surprised that these too gave off the scent of cinnamon. He placed the peice in with the other in his pouch and went back to searching the bank. He didn't know for certain if they had crossed here, but he thought it was funny that, if they had used the same way to get across as the villiagers, the villiagers would make a bridge that only stayed up for a short amount of time. What if the entire villiage was trying to cross? They might trample each other. Jay just shook his head.

'No sense thinking of depressing things like that, there aren't even any pillars around here.'

With that thought in mind, he once again began walking along the riverbank, careful to keep in sight of the rest of the search party, and keeping an eye out for those damned pillars.

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Part of a shot contest is knowing when to say "Yeah, I'm done", and not yelling "Frrreeedom !" like William Wallace instead.
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We know about Geneforge 3...but what's next? in General
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Graphic adventure games are not dying, Evolving. The Kings Quest series was given a massive face lift with the fifth installment, Kings Quest V, Mask of Eternity. And, while I've not actually played through it... which if funny, cause I always play through even the longest of games I buy, what I saw before I was distracted by something shiny (could have been a final fantasy game IMAGE(wink0001.gif) ) was pretty darn good. The Quest for Glory series has some die hard fans as well, but as you said, they are far and few between. I've only played the fifth QfG myself, and I thought Dragonfire was not as serious a game as I would like to see made out of that series.

As for all this controversy over which rpg/adventure/textbased game started or was the best origional rpg, hey, they all lent something good to the genre.

And anyone remember a game that was sorta an rpg/adventure game... type thing. Ok, I'm 19, and i played this when I was a kid on my first computer, back when i was... like 10 or 11 I think. Anyways, you made a party, you went around and did stuff. OH ! You could pickpocket or bard in taverns for extra money, and if you got caught they would throw you out, or if you were terrible with your instrument they would kick you out. There was also this cloaked "grim reaper" type enemy that could only be killed with magic. and if you took a boat there was a chance of getting attacked by a giant squid or something. and in the north ... umm, north eastern part of the world map when you traveled there you would get the warning thing that was like a skull on stake...

And it wasn't Betrayal at Krondor. I have that one too, great game.

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Part of a shot contest is knowing when to say "Yeah, I'm done", and not yelling "Frrreeedom !" like William Wallace instead.
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Jay didn't like what he saw as he meandered down the road after the funny looking mage. Broken shells littered the side of the road, several dozen now by his count. The group was getting much to spread out, people wandering off on their own or in pairs. Thankfully, the main group was still together, though he wasn't sure if that was from a sense of solidarity or if they were as agitated as he was and sticking together out of a need for security. He hoped it was a bit of both.
As time wore on, he saw ahead several pillars, several of which had fallen over. He approached them with care, remembering what the other man had said.

"Lookin' for an X..." he sang softly under his breath.

"Lookin' for a big ol' X..."

"If its an X you want, there are probably a few over there by the river."

Jay nearly jumped out of his skin when the curiously garbed mage came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. The man was disconcerting from a distance, up close he was downright creepy.

"Damn, don't do that. I nearly had a heart attack" Jay told the man.

The mage looked him up and down, his gaze making Jay decidedly uncomfortable.

"No, that probably won't happen for a few years, more if you lay off all the drinking."

Jay's face registered shock for a few seconds before putting on a smile.

"Thats funny, you almost had me going there." Jay gave the man a chuckle for his attempt at black humor.

The strange mage didn't smile back. He flicked his fingers over towards the river.

"Just go look for two pillars in an X shape."

Jay backed off a bit, now slightly annoyed with the man. 'Why don't you go search yourself, you old coger' he thought.

"What !" He heard the mage exclaim behind him. Jay winced and turned slowly, not knowing how the mage heard his thoughts but preparing to dodge whatever the man threw at him. The mage wasn't looking at him though, he was simply talking to the air, gesticulating wildly, like he was trying to give emphasis to whatever he said. Jay let out a breath, now more than happy to leave the man to his conversations with himself.

'Let crazy dogs lie' Jay chuckled to himself.

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Part of a shot contest is knowing when to say "Yeah, I'm done", and not yelling "Frrreeedom !" like William Wallace instead.
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Name: Jay Taberd

History: Jay spent much of his time as a child working for his father as an apprentice blacksmith. As he grew older, he began taking over some of the book keeping, and as it turned out, he had a knack for it. After his father passed on, he found he wanted to wander a bit. He left the forge in the hands of his brother and uncle, after making a pair of dirks and armguards of his own design. He wandered for a short time, doing odd jobs, and came to a decision after two weeks on his own. He knew he still needed time to figure out where he wanted to be, but he didn?t think he could make it on his own. So, he joined the army eventually becoming a Quartermasters assistant. He had a beefy, but fit body from working the forge and hauling iron, but he went slightly to seed working in the Quartermasters office, sitting over ledgers and scribbling requests and sending supply demands out. After his mandatory time in the army had passed, he stayed on for another two years, traveling with supply trains to the remote forts of the kingdom, where he acquired an elaborate, but cumbersome, claymore. After a time, he once again felt there was something else he could do. When the king called for people willing to travel to the other continent, Jay was more than happy to sign up for the job. He gave notice of extended leave, and set out to join the expedition.

Physical Description: At 32 years old, Jay stands 6?4, and weighs close to 260 pounds when he wears the specially molded armguards he crafted over a decade ago. He still has the arms of a blacksmith, but is no longer spry, his sedentary job not giving him very much opportunity to exercise in that way. He can still move quickly when the situation warrants it, but never felt the need to, as when he fought anyone, whether on the field or sparring, the steel and iron armguards allowed him to absorb or deflect most sword swings and step in close, slamming his opponent to the ground with a left handed haymaker, or in the case of bandits, letting them get acquainted with his dirks. They sit in sheaths strapped to the inside of his left forearm, and the other on top of his left, allowing him to draw them from a relaxed position. The entire outfit sits up on his back and shoulders, allowing him to loosen the buckles that hold it in place and pull it off over his head when he isn?t in a dangerous situation. The metal plates are reinforced on the outer portion of his arms, with thick cotton cloth cushioning, letting his arms rest comfortably, if heavily. The plates are angled downward; so as to help deflect blows away from his head. The gauntlets, instead of having plates on the palms, have double thick chain mail, letting him grab slow moving blades, gaining the advantage in close quarters. A hardened leather collar and chain mail covers his neck and upper torso, completing the strange armor. When he needs to, he wears the five and a half foot claymore strapped to his back with a leather baldric, but this is not often, as the sword is slow to swing, and dangerous to others in groups.

Jay's first thought was a simple one. 'This is NUTS'

Their first small forey into the vally and they were already under attack. He had expected it to take much longer for any fighting to start, so he was wearing nothing but his travel clothes. He sprinted to the pack mule where his equipment was, dropping his cloak from his shoulders as he approached it. He set the armor rig over his head and tightened the buckles to their maximum, slipping his dirks into their places. He reached over the animal, grabbing at his sword on the other side. As he was drawing it and the baldric out from the bundle, it slipped from his hand and he cursed. He stepped under the mule, grabbing up the baldric and wrapping it across his chest. The hilt of the sword jutted out over his shoulder. By the time he turned and surveyed the area the attack was over, the priest that had been hit was being tended to, everyone still on edge. He sighed and silently reminded himself never to be so foolish again. As he did, he noticed something else, off in the distance.

Someone had just run out from the temple...

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Part of a shot contest is knowing when to say "Yeah, I'm done", and not yelling "Frrreeedom !" like William Wallace instead.
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RP in the planning. in General
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Will there be a basic map availiable to all characters, or will we just be going on what the moderator tells us about a particular area ?

What I mean is, giving a fully detailed map of a relatively unexplored continent out for anyone to see would spoil a bit of the surprise, don't you think?

[ Friday, June 04, 2004 13:10: Message edited by: Mordrith ]

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Ok, granted that may have been a stupid question, what with them not announcing the start of the RP yet, but I still wanted to make sure.

My other question still stands though... I mean, I've played some interesting characters ( I was a frying pan for a while... don't ask) but... cicadas ?

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Also ... Giant cicadas??

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When does this RP start? It sounds well thought out, and thats something I've been looking for for a long time (yahoo RPs... yeesh). Or is it too late to get in on this?

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