Profile for Sir David
| Field | Value |
|---|---|
| Displayed name | Sir David |
| Member number | 919 |
| Title | Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! |
| Postcount | 3351 |
| Homepage | |
| Registered | Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
Recent posts
Pages
| Author | Recent posts |
|---|---|
| Most intense gaming moment in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Saturday, September 3 2005 22:25
Profile
My memory isn't good enough to pinpoint a single most intense gaming moment, but it must've happened either in Starcraft, Ares, or one of the Escape Velocity games. I remember taking down one of those huge carriers in the original EV with a far weaker ship; it took quite a while, but by the end I got frustrated and just charged right in at it. Definitely the most satisfying explosion I've ever caused. In Ares, I remember taking the last enemy planet with a single ship remaining just as the majority of their rather large fleet descended on my homeworld. Starcraft... man... one time in a battle.net game I came back from literally one building and, with the help of a friend, got back on my feet in time to destroy the faction that had almost destroyed me. That was a good feeling. Great topic, by the way, Sauron. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| The Mountain of Shadows RP in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Friday, September 2 2005 23:47
Profile
Lisha straightened, sheathing her long slashing knife and reaching for a smaller, more aerodynamic blade. She turned to the elf, a forced scowl on her face; she could not her gratefulness at being saved a fight. These bladesmen were dangerous. Only the element of surprise had allowed her initial success. Without Melora's help, she knew, she might have experienced a lethal defeat. She caught the elf's eyes and froze. The moonlight glinted off the peaks of the ivory fangs; it revealed nothing else of her face but the eyes. Such deep, dark eyes Lisha had never seen before, although, beginning to shake, she remembered a similar gaze in the eyes of the mages who dealt with demons. "A debt repaid, yes?" Lisha shuddered, her eyes locked in horrified facination. "Yes." Slowly, carefully, she found the hilt of the knife she had reached for and took it from the sash. The elf's eyes flashed, then disappeared. Lisha watched the elf scan the trees, her mind reeling. The dark skin had never before bothered her; after all, she'd heard rumors of truly dark elves, though she'd dismissed them as myths. But such speed was not natural, not when accompanied by such a gaze. Where had this elf come from, and why was she here? What interest had she in a group of humans and undead? Elves were independent creatures, not bound by arbitraty loyalties. Surely, she thought as the elf turned back to her, surely there is something more. Melora smiled again as a dark cloud passed over her face. "Overconfident as always. We are ah-" She grasped her side in pain. "We are alone." Lisha, noticing the wounds for the first time, wished the sun would rise to receive her thanks for preserving the elf. For one horrible instant, she thought herself alone with two blademasters, without a - well, without her ally. Suddenly feeling the sting of her own gash, a wave of desperation fell over her. Without clerical magic, the strange dark elf could pass from the world, taking her mystery with her. It is not time, thought Lisha. not yet. Glancing at Melora once more, the two turned as one and slipped silently and lethally into the remaining melee. Several minutes later the bladesmen, as if responding to some unheard signal, melted into the woods as one, leaving their dead and wounded where they lay. Lisha's hoarse yell and Melora's sylvan voice rose with those of the Verweyans in a weary cheer. The cursed warriors immediately set themselves to the task of aiding the wounded and gathering their all-too-numerous dead. Two soldiers collected Caecus' armor and bundled it up in a ragged cloak, obviously hoping to restore the spirit to its abode before long. By unspoken agreement, Lisha and Melora set about collecting all fallen weapons; it would not do to allow a fallen bladesman one last kill before his breath finally escaped his body. Indeed, they found several still alive. Lisha, feeling strangely comforted by the return of the elf's habitual predatory grin, reminded her of the usefulness of prisoners. Seemingly dejected, Melora bound the living bladesmen as best as possible. When every soldier had lifted as much as he could and every Verweyan had been accounted for, the slow trek back to the portal began. Soon they were at it; listening carefully, Lisha heard and memorized the password as the leading Verweyan muttered it. Within seconds, they had returned to their subterranian village. "Sequoia!" The monk turned, startled, from the Verweyan leader to the sound of Lisha's voice. A semi-smile gave way to a worried frown as he caught sight of Melora. She stood gazing in thinly veiled wonder at the creation of her cursed cousins, clutching her side with her good arm and letting the other hang loose. The druid laid his broad hands on her shoulder and closed his eyes, concentrated, then shook his head. "Can you heal it?" He sighed. "I am weak. I, too, have been fighting." Ignoring Lisha's questioning glance, he went on. "I can heal her, but I'll have to stay with her for a bit. But what of your wounds?" he asked, noticing a sudden grimace of pain. "I... I've dealt with worse." "Go to the Verweyans. They can help you more than I can." "Those soldiers will die without their aid. I can survive. Oh, hello, archer." Andros looked at her resentfully, noting the tone in her voice, then turned back to Brother Sequoia. "Now that they have returned, we can leave this place. It is no longer safe here." Turning to the undead, he continued, "They can come too, if they want." Lisha snorted. "Who are you to decide who can or can't leave Verwey? You are responsible for their losses. You are responsible for Mel- for the elf's wounds. What right have you to accompany us on our quest?" The druid looked up a turned to Lisha. "Andros will go with us, if he wishes." "Very well," Lisha replied. surprised. "He won't survive long, anyway." -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| MMMMM in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Friday, September 2 2005 21:05
Profile
quote:Yeah, I think I woke my sister up on the other side of the house. Definitely one of your best so far, Alex. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| Is it because i'm old in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Friday, September 2 2005 18:45
Profile
Fenwik is 59. Overwhelming is in his early 20s, I'd guess. Somehow, I doubt that Overwhelming knows more about dealing with grief than Fenwik. That is all. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| MMMMM in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Thursday, September 1 2005 20:23
Profile
So much for daily name changes... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| 1000 Posts! At last! :D in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Thursday, September 1 2005 20:17
Profile
*sigh* If you have to explain it, Aran, it's not worth it. Personally, I found the whole thing funnier when most people didn't get it. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| Is it because i'm old in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Thursday, September 1 2005 20:09
Profile
Only one, Aran? Assuming you're trustworthy, I'd say there are at least two... I mean, she could just be a really good actress, but... Prem, I know what you mean. Even the ones with stories, though, don't appeal to me. I may also have something to do with the fact that I have horrific aim, but still... I agree, wizard, it was my first thought upon reading his opening post. EDIT: 13 may be a bit young, though. I'd say he's older than that. [ Thursday, September 01, 2005 20:11: Message edited by: Lady Davida ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| Favourite Compliment in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Thursday, September 1 2005 20:01
Profile
quote:Something doesn't add up... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| Yay! I'm not alone! in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Thursday, September 1 2005 18:53
Profile
quote:More fun that way... The only non-Spidwebber I've known to play Spiderweb games was a friend I had online years ago. I haven't talked to her in ages. Aside from these boards, I really am alone. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| Hurricane Katrina in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Thursday, September 1 2005 13:33
Profile
Turns out Katrina is a creation of Bush and his Christian Coalition. Thanks, guys, for destroying New Orleans. Bush obviously wants anarchy among all those immigrants. Seriously, I'd be sick to death of Germans if it weren't for the fact that the rhetoric here in America, or at least New York, is just as bad, just quieter. I won't turn horror into hatred, though; Katrina's victims have my deep sympathies, and my prayers. Maybe this disaster could have been averted, maybe not; maybe it was just waiting to happen, and they've simply been fortunate enough to dodge the bullet all these years. Please, though, let us mourn for the victims and help them rebuild before pointing fingers. I think the mother whose child was torn off the roof by the Herculean tide and the man whose entire family and his home, the lion's share of his life, were washed into the sea, I think they have more to worry about than the gas consumption of their former neighbor's family car. Mother Nature's a bitch sometimes, and we can only hope to avoid her wrath. If anything good can come of this, let it be a practical lesson for the future. If such a tragedy occurs again, as it inevitably will, may the bloated bodies and splintered wood of the summer of 2005 lead us to better methods of building, stronger precautions, more effective evacuation techniques. Nature has taken its toll, but, God willing, the toll will never again be so high. [ Thursday, September 01, 2005 13:35: Message edited by: Lady Davida ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| Is it because i'm old in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Thursday, September 1 2005 13:00
Profile
Welcome to Spiderweb, Fenwik. Leave what's left of your sanity at the door. Ignore your karma, by the way. I'll never understand what people find so amusing about that, but there you have it. Micael, you don't have to quote an entire post to respond to one part of it, especially if your post only makes sense in response to the post above it. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| Favourite Compliment in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Thursday, September 1 2005 10:37
Profile
The best compliment I could receive? I would love it if someone told me I was the best leader in lindy or swing that they'd ever had... I'm used to "you're so nice", "you always make me smile", "you're cute", that kind of thing, and I wouldn't mind some positive comments regarding my piano- or frisbee-playing or singing, but I think a dancing compliment would mean the most to me. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| Assign titles to other members in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Wednesday, August 31 2005 20:45
Profile
quote:What are you, some kind of masochist? *demands an explanation of every custom title on Spiderweb (minus BANNED and such)* -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| Do you live in America? in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Wednesday, August 31 2005 20:22
Profile
U.S. east coast (New York). Great song, Aran. Cultural imperialism is fun. I think of it as a love song, regardless of his insistence to the contrary... ;) -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| 1000 Posts! At last! :D in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Tuesday, August 30 2005 21:26
Profile
That's because there are a lot of people. Thank you, Alorael, I was hoping you'd see that and think that way. Makes this kind of thing worthwhile. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| MMMMM in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Tuesday, August 30 2005 19:46
Profile
dag, man, an i thought u wuz a newbie or sumthin! ... Congratulations, Thuryl, I hadn't noticed how close you were. I'm looking forward to broadening my medical knowledge beyond practical diabetes care. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| 1000 Posts! At last! :D in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Tuesday, August 30 2005 11:32
Profile
Congratulations! I demand graphic celebration! -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| JV and Change in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Monday, August 29 2005 18:49
Profile
I'd like a change, but there's got to be a happy medium. I hope A4 isn't too similar to Geneforge. There's always that possibility. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| 4 years? in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Monday, August 29 2005 09:17
Profile
Finally, a veteran in name as well as fact. Congratulations on not spamming. Keep up the good work (and the stick figures!). -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| The Mountain of Shadows RP in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Sunday, August 28 2005 21:49
Profile
Not Caecus himself, no. I'm curious, however, how exploding would remove him from battle any more effectively than collapsing. Either way he's a spirit temporarily without a body. You know, one common problem with character-based RPs is that it's impolite to kill other PCs, even though it would be more realistic that way. By creating a character who can be incapacitated without dying, you've found a happy medium for us all. Caecus has already done enough in the battle, and out of the battle. Don't feel like it's not fair that you're missing out on something, just go with it. Caecus has to regain his body somehow, preferably not quickly and easily. Have fun with that. Remember, too, that you can describe the battle even if your character isn't in it. Really, though, I don't see the need. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| What school group do you go to? in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Sunday, August 28 2005 21:20
Profile
There's a higher proportion of college students than I'd expected... I thought high school would outweigh the others. I'm going into 12th grade. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| The Mountain of Shadows RP in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Sunday, August 28 2005 20:44
Profile
EDIT: Looks like the bladesmen aren't above using enchanted weaponry, then, doesn't it. IC: "Don't kill all," Lisha said quickly. "Useful," she explained, catching a glimpse of the elf's face. Drawing several daggers of her own, she melted back into the shadows, placing a sufficient number of trees between herself and the melee and leaving Melora to defend herself. If she couldn't survive that... well, let the strongest survive. A strong gust snatched the cloak from Lisha's lower body, and she positioned her arms to keep it from closing again. Wedging her knives between a sash and her clothing, she ran her fingers over the various pouches. She'd watched both of the elf's throws. Even a straighter aim, such as mine, won't do the trick. These men are veterans. The wounded man would live, would continue to fight, would surely fight another day. No; burying a blade was not enough. She needed something a little more potent. Finding the correct pouch, Lisha undid the clasp and drew the covering back carefully. A pungent odor drifted quickly up to her nostrils, and she allowed herself a moment of reminiscence; the adrenaline rushing through her body, the all-pervasive scent of a fresh kill mixing with a hint of woodsmoke, the livid sun beating down upon her, down upon the snake before her, upon the shifting sand beneath her boots, enveloping her in the shimmering air, the minimal breeze doing nothing to dry the blood on her knife. A whiff of pine interjected itself between her thoughts and reality; tossing the sand and the sun aside, she grasped a blade carefully and dipped it into the pouch. She drew it out, sought another, and carefully dipped the second. Closing the pouch with a single finger, she allowed the cloak to fall around her once more and moved slowly back towards the fight. Melora was locked in combat with the wounded bladesman, who delivered blow after clanging blow to her flashing knives. Many missed, but enough connected to make retaliation impossible. His companion, having dispatched a soldier soon after spotting the elf, was fast approaching. He raised his broadsword above his head; Melora stumbled, trying to avoid two blades at once, and desperately threw herself at her initial target. Her strike missed; the bladesman collected himself and pushed her away. Taking advantage of her openness, the second swordsman leapt- -and fell, gasping, a knife protruding from his side. All three looked in astonishment at Lisha, who had stepped into the moonlight with her throw. Her hood thrown back, hair blowing in the wind, she sent a shiver down the fallen man's spine. Her eyes flashed as she sent the second dagger sailing towards Melora's, which had evidently found purchase in the man's body. In deflecting Lisha's blade, the guildsman stepped closer to the almost forgotten elf. Melora drew a knife across the man's throat and sidestepped his dying slash, then quickly turned back to his previously unwounded companion. The bladesmen tried to get up, stumbled, and fell again. He found the hilt protruding from his side with his hand and pulled, but could not find the strength to move it; he had become too lethargic. Lisha, watching idly, opened the pouch again and prepared another knife. "What did you do?" "Santhian viper. Used by some of the more eccentric Tass Shanti mages for protection. Their poison stuns their victim first, then kills them later. Quite effective, especially if you know how to behind y-" Lisha, seeing a similarly startled expression on Melora's upturned face, twisted around with the dagger before her. A crushing blow snapped the blade and drove Lisha to the ground; she rolled away as another blow fell to her left, then doubled over as a hardened boot connected with her side. The bladesman tugged his sword from the soil and raised it again. Fumbling for a weapon, Lisha saw Melora throw a similar attacker from her back, then fall to the ground. No, she thought, no, she can't be... With an enraged yell, she brought a new blade up and prepared to fight. [ Sunday, August 28, 2005 21:00: Message edited by: Lady Davida ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| 3000 in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Saturday, August 27 2005 20:15
Profile
Well, except mast- uh... never mind... Congrats, Wisey, for creating a potentially interesting topic. You got lucky. Do not take this as encouragement to continue spamming. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| What's your most embarassing moment? in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Friday, August 26 2005 21:47
Profile
Alright, Ash, I'll bite; what exactly led to that? -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| were did TM go? in General | |
|
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
|
written Tuesday, August 23 2005 21:30
Profile
No, I think I'd be far more surprised if he doesn't turn out the same. I can easily do without him, but TGM's absence is a bit harder on the forums. It's really a pity he wouldn't let himself come back, whether Drakey did or not. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |