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| − | Re: [FF spin-off] The Shadow over Cyre
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| − | Cassius: Well in any case, we managed to drive them back. It appears the rumors that the Dragon Below have been operating in the Mournland in greater numbers than initially expected are true.
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| − | Nathan: Wow, what a deduction.
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| − | Cassius: Nathan, does the Colonel have to choke a :censored:?
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| − | Nathan: Errrr....nevermind sir.
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| − | Cassius: Frankly, this was not a small attack either. A horde of ghosts, nearly a hundred.....things, and a mage of no small power. It was also animating the bodies when they died.
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| − | Fracture: An only sensible maneuver to maximize the potential of meat use.
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| − | Nathan: What I don't get is why those leprosey ridden acted like they were seasoned warriors. One of them was in his seventies. Shouldn't being sick make them LESS agile?
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| − | Ari walked over and poked one of the bodies on the ground, even as it hissed and slithered with some kind of insectizoid thing crawling out of its skull's corpse. The monstrous thing opened its mouth and letting out an inhuman screach.
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| − | Cassius: Fracture, I think it would be a very good idea to burn the bodies.
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| − | Fracture: I agree.
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| − | *The Warforged stomped on the alien parasite*
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| − | Ari: Well, I guess we're not going to be doing much back at the tavern.
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| − | Patch and a few other troopers with minor medical ability added their skill towards the healing arts then.
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| − | Read: Maybe we should tell you some priesty business!
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| − | Ari: Or we can move story hour out here!
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| − | Cassius: Provided the drinks don't flow out of me, I could definitely use some. Besides, I'm interested in hearing your story Fracture. Your not one of my original men though you bear the respect of every Forged in the city.
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| − | Cassius: Well except Twister. He doesn't like anybody.
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| − | Twister, the Warforged Bartender: Yeah, he can kiss my wooden and naturally platemail covered ass!
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| − | Kamikaze Chicken 07-16-07 09:11 PM
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| − | Re: [FF spin-off] The Shadow over Cyre
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| − | Artifice had been doing what he could to keep the... attackers from his small corner of the keep. HIs experiment would be greatly altered if negative energy was to contaminate his lab.
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| − | As he fought his way through the straglers towards the end of the battle he found himself near the Boars head again, specificly he saw thelia, and another smaller shifter standing in the dark. He instinctivly walked towards the girl.
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| − | [Artifice: What do you have with you child?
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| − | Marie: ......
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| − | Artifice grumbled softly before producing a small black cloth, wrapping arund his face like a scarf covering his mouth and he spoke again.
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| − | Artifice: ¿qué usted tiene con usted niña?
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| − | Marie: Looking slightly surpised and alarmed:: "Nada.... nada a todo"
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| − | Artifice: "Qué usted oculta de vista, mi instinto puede detectar. Ahora dígame cuáles es"
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| − | [What you hide from sight, my instinct can sense. Now tell me what it is]
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| − | Marie: ::looking terrified and clinging to Thelia:: "¡Déjeme solo, haga que él me deja solo!"
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| − | [Leave me alone, make him leave me alone!]
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| − | Thelia would look quizically from the girl to the man, then back and see the distres sin her eyes. "Sir.. leave... Ill handle the girl....."
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| − | Artifice would remove his mask of tongues before speaking in common once more. "Very well, but know that this will be in my weekly report to the Colonel." he would turn, his cape falling away from his left side revealing a glint of red tinted mithral before he gathered his cloak up again. "What ever it is that she is holding..... may very well be a problem for us all. DO as you see fit." He would then look over his shoulder to the girl and lock eyes with her, pity and understanding in his eyes. He would hold the cloth over his mouth for one last parting comment. "Usted haría bien, no incomodarme."
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| − | [You would do well, not to inconvenience me.]
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| − | And with that he would head off towards his Laboratory.
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| − | OOC:chicken:: I like using spanish for Thranish... hadn't thought of that myself... seems fitting.
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| − | KAMIKAZE! :chicken: out.
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| − | Kaizer_Ryu 07-16-07 10:01 PM
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| − | Re: [FF spin-off] The Shadow over Cyre
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| − | Thelia's home was relatively simple considering how much she made in the Scavenging trade. A few of her recoveries hung on the walls around the shelves and shelves of books she'd found or bought. Weapons she either kept for sentimental value or emergencies, maps of Mournland locations she had visited with overlays of pre-Mourning Cyre, a wide assortment of outfits hung in her closet, and a small dancers outfit encased in glass, among other things.
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| − | Overall, it more of a storage area than a living space. The bed was rarely used for sleeping, but the silk covers and intricatly designed frame showed she used this place as a form of subtle suggestion to some of her clients. She'd known a man's touch before, but not since moving here, and her profession left little room for romance. It was merely a ruse, like her outfits, to place that small, distracting voice known as the sex drive in the heads of males she wanted information or favors from.
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| − | All of this was, of course, lost on Marie. Unsure of where else to take her, Thelia had brought her here to avoid the commotion of reinforcing the damaged fort. The girl was at first unsure of this woman's fox-like visage and aloof tone, but being around another Shifter calmed her nerves slightly.
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| − | Rummaging through her collections of books, she finally found her Common <-> Thranish translation guide.
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| − | Thelia: Allright, little Bunny-girl, let's see if we can't get some answers out of you. (i.h.h.: Like why you wear Thranish clothes, speak nothing but Thranish, seem to worship the Silver Flame, but aren't a blood spatter or ash pile on some church floor being called an abomination by your murderers.)
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| − | Re: [FF spin-off] The Shadow over Cyre
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| − | Fracture - Brella what are you doing?
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| − | Brella - Colnel Duck is in for it.
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| − | Fracture - If you dislike him so much why not simply kill him?
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| − | Brella - Because its not about dislike. Its about Having too much free time. A girl's gotta have hobbies.
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| − | Fracture what does that have to do with the mage's mask?
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| − | Brella - I'm gonna set it on a pole rigged to his door. When he opens the door the pole pops up with the mask on it, and Colnel Duck jumps out of his skin.
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| − | Fracture - That i'd like to see.
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| − | Within half an hour all the importent facets of the Boar's Head had been transported to the courtyard outside the north gate. Patrons carried chairs and mugs while Kelly brought her cashpurse and crossbow to ensure the patrons paid. The twins had even volunteered to help with Pike hauling the bar with the help of another member of the Iron Band while Spike knocked Twister unconscious so he would stop his *****ing before slinging the barkeep over one shoulder while carrying a keg under the other. Twister had been brought around again and one of the mages in attendance had conjured up a small campfire to replace the tavern fireplace. Fracture stands like a statue at the edge of the firelight.
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| − | Cassius: Well Fracture, why don't you go then. (holds out a glass of liquer)
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| − | Fracture: If you insist. (takes the glass and sniffs it) I have never seen the attraction fleshies have to this intoxicant. Ah well, a question for another day.
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| − | Cassius: Alright, who let Kiri make the bonfire?
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| − | Fracture: It doesn't matter. It was a tradition of no real importance. I shall continue. (the glow of his eyes dims for a moment) The best place to begins would be with my awakening. My first memories are of awakening alone, lying on my back in a gray wasteland surrounded by giant crystals. I later learned this was the crystal plateu of the Mournlands. How I got there I have no idea. Nor do I know who I was before then or even if I existed at all before I awakened. I do not even know when I awakend for there is no day or night within the mournlands.
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| − | Knowing nothing of the world I lived in I thought it best to learn more about the world before I decided what to do next. I wandered the mournlands for an indeterminable period of time, honing my powers as I did so and using them to defend myself against the creatures which wandered that place. Eventually I came to a wall of grey mist, not knowing what else to do I pased through them and entered into a world entirely different from what I had known. Everything was green and the skies overhead were blue and lit with a blinding orb. I later learned that I was in Thrane. The first thing that attracted my attention was an oddly arranged grouping of stones, that I realize now was a town. When I entered I found myself surrounded by soft, pink creatures. I prepared for them to attack as the creatures within the mists invariably did but the attack did not come. Instead one of the creatures began making noises, something within me recognized this as speaking and it was then I realized that I could speak as well.
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| − | A pink creature that was larger than the others asked me, "what is your name?"
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| − | The creature looked confused but rather than answer he asked, "Who do you belong to?"
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| − | Growing more confused I answered, "I belong to no one."
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| − | When this one spoke he said that I was going to work for him building a church. I asked him what a church was he told me I didn't need to know and told me to go quarry stone stone with the rest of the warforged. I was going to ask what a warforged was but then I saw what he was pointing at. There was a group of creatures that looked like me, well except of the crystals. I realized a warforged must be creatures like me. So I walked over to the where the other warforged were. That is when I met Granite. He was an older looking warforged who had clearly seen a great deal of wear and tear.
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| − | As I approached the warforged Granite came up to me and asked me what my name was. I replied I did not know. He asked me where I came from and I described it for him. He nodded at this and said he had seen it before. He told me that I was not to worry and that he would explain everything to me.
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| − | I watched my comrades, they worked endlessly, never complaining, never requiring sustancence or rest. The humans who oversaw us however were anything but. They were lazy, doing no work themselve and falling asleep at their posts. Always eating gluttenously or complaining about the lack of food. Their bodies of flesh and bone shattering under the slightest blow.
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| − | Enentually one day word reached me that there had been an accident, one of the human architects had made a mistake in his design and a stone pillare in the church had collapsed. The warforged were told to go clean up the rubble. When I arrived I shifted away a bit of the pillar and found Granite underneath it. He had been crushed beyond any hope of repair. One of the humans came by then and saw Granite's body. He told me to haul it outside and toss it on the refuse heap.
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| − | I headed back into the mournlands then, for by this point I had hear of the Lord of Blade and of his call to all warforged. I wanted to see the truth of this Lord of Blades and to see if he had the same dreams as I for by this point I had started to realize my purpose.
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| − | Artifice hedged his way back into the crowd seating himself some distance from the fire, but close enough to hear fractures story. It was interesting to note another sought the Lord of Blades with curiosity as he did.
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| − | Artifice: Another night, you say. When can we ask this other night of you?
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| − | Artifice: Very well then. I'll simply wait for your whim then.
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| − | Artifice: TTH: "where will i find a ruby big enough in this place....... perhaps i should post a notice.. or... sell some things... bah..."
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| − | Charles Phipps 07-16-07 11:45 PM
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| − | The mention of the Lord of Blades caused everyone to suddenly go silent. He was a myth to many, a figure of fear and horror. A mad scientist warforged who lived in a castle that had been converted into a vast Foundary and plotted incredible evil against the rest of the world.
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| − | He had announced his presence to the world by delivering a clockwork ballerina to a party of Aundair nobles that had often purchased warforged to tear apart to satisfy perverse needs they couldn't do on humans without being labeled as monsters. The ballerina had released a poison gas that had killed well over thirty.
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| − | On occasion, there would be letters declaring that he was King of the Mournlands and adventurers would often claim to have destroyed him. All these encounters had been proven to be false even though many feared the sight of warforged in the cracked Wastelands.
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| − | Cassius: Yes, he exists. However, Fracture maintains my full trust. He has earned it. The Warforged of each nation have their own loyalties and ways.
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| − | Fracture: We fought in a war we had no stake.
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| − | Cassius: I can only imagine. Are there any other stories tonight?
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| − | Cassius: Anything from a bunch of drunken fools?
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| − | Cassius: Alright then, I suppose our day has had enough excitement and we shall prepare for bed for those whom have such needs for it. The contest shall be decided by Mistress Greywolf.
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| − | Kelly: Here, take this. Cassius' is an old story. For you, this is a Memory Stone from Xen'drick. Perhaps it will be of some use to you. It stores feelings and thoughts and lets them be experienced for later by who you wish.
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| − | Bardic: I too have a story to share. *BELLLLLLCHHHHHHHHHHHH* Sorry, someone left a keg out back. Glad to keep it from going to waste.
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| − | Kelly: THAT WAS PUT OUT FOR STORAGE!
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| − | Bardic: Oiye, is it eh? Das a shame really.
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| − | Kelly: Damn Bards!
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| − | Kelly: Bardic the Bard?
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| − | Brella: Yeah, his parents knew what he'd be fairly early.
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| − | Bardic: My story is about a terrible curse released on Breland. One day, a group of unknown soldiers found themselves with a particularly obstinate horse that was on a Sacred Hill. Their commander, a stupid man if he ever was, stabbed it and thus released a terrible evil Demon Beast beyond imagination from its Gatekeeper prison. This is the Tale of the Nuckalevee.
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| − | Bardic: And it is my holy quest to find that idiot and smack him down.
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| − | Cassius: Yes.....uhhhh you do that. :shifty:
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| − | 5 years ago
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| − | Charlie the Horse: WHINNNEEEYYYY!
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| − | Cassius: Ooooo, so you don't want to go near the undead, you stupid mutt!
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| − | Cassius: Don't worry, I'll get it....
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| − | Cassius: FOR HIGH TREASON.
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| − | Cassius: Yes, good luck on your quest. :shifty:
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| − | Appearance: You know when people in the 20th century complain about gamers who haven't discovered soap? Well, be thankful that Bardic is occasionally rained on and forrested environments create a natural air freshener about him when he lies in leaves. Otherwise he's overgrown with hair and wearing the typical Kilt of a Eldeen reaches man. His Brelish is a bit exaggerated as well.
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| − | Thelia: Errr...como esta usted?
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| − | Marie: Mu bein!
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| − | Thelia: Ummmmmm....
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| − | Marie: *sigh*
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| − | Marie: *claps her hands in prayer* In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.
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| − | Thelia: Oh don't start that....
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| − | Marie: Ignis Deus omnipotentem, beatify linguistica. Amen.
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| − | Thelia: Wha?
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| − | Marie: I asked the Flame to make me talk your language for a bit.
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| − | Thelia: You speak High Thranish?
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| − | Marie: Only the prayers. My mama taught me those.
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| − | Thelia: Wait, curb the High Thranish, you can work miracles!?
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| − | Marie: Only the Flame can work miracles, I can pray for them though.
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| − | Marie: So far. Only for little things. I could not heal papa when he died. He has become one with the Flame.
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| − | Thelia: You worship the Flame?
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| − | Marie: Doesn't everyone?
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| − | Thelia: :bored: No.
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| − | Marie: Goodness!
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| − | rampant 07-17-07 12:30 AM
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| − | Originally Posted by Kaizer_Ryu (Post 13097459)
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| − | Cassisus - AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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| − | Brella - And that's my cue to leave town. I knew changing his shampoo for pink hair color was a good idea.
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| − | Artifice's Weekly Report, and Sales notice.
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| − | Week 1
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| − | Goals: Set up shop, survive assault, Find fist sized ruby.
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| − | Comentary: The Keep is a well oiled machine, sadly it is being oiled with bassilisk manure. The tavern is nice, and the gaurds are competent. How ever I wonder for our safty considering the number of direct attacks incurred within a few hours of one another. Perhaps some better forward defenses should be erected?
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| − | Report: I have succesfully set up shop, and laboratory in space provided. I have begun imersing myself into the "community". I am hosting a sale of my recent successes, and failures. Those interested in my wares are free to visit the square outside my lab. Items found inside should not be discovered seein as my lab is private.
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| − | Cassius Du'Crion lies on an infirmary bed as he was only now being treated by Patch. Most of the horrible life draining touch of the Ghost's attack had been shrugged off by this point and Patch needed only to use a few spells to allow the Governor of the Outpost to recover his full strength. Nevertheless, the warforged medic had used most of his curative powers on fellow warforged and the more seriously wounded. It would be several days before the Governor would be fully recovered even with the aid of others.
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| − | Cassius: Tell him we'd like to discuss perhaps working to outfit an expedition. I think he wants to discuss the Machine Emperor with you sometime Fracture. In the meantime, I must return to my quarters and recreate.
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| − | Cassius looks slightly refreshed from his encounter with his harlot and has also managed to dye over his hair despite it being some sort of incredibly sticky substance. Instead, he'd been forced to use point in order to make it black since you couldn't really get blond back. The Captain would have to wait for his hair to grow out and cut out the utterly ruined hair away. It was an annoyance he continued to suffer through with Karrnath grace. Of course, Karrn grace would have usually been more violent but it wasn't Du'Crion's place to harm someone who just wanted to prank him. That was an attitude mystifying to many.
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| − | *Twister walks past carrying a bunch of firewood for the tavern*
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| − | Ryan: Colonel, not every bard in town hates you... Just those who are happy getting loose change in their cups. More importantly, I know why we just got attacked.
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| − | Gortuck - Hey guys! did anyone get an image of Colnel Duck after Brella Pinked him I missed it.
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| − | Re: [FF spin-off] The Shadow over Cyre
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| − | The Gates
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| − | Cassius: Your both correct. The letter here is a request from the Keeper of the Flame to have an object of tremendous evil recovered by Mournland scavengers examined by Ryan here as one of the foremost examiners of Giant archeology....
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| − | Ryan: Please, we call them Xenlanteans.
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| − | Cassius: It's unsigned though and they are sending it along with a group of Pilgrims sent to take a "Miracle Child" that had recently been discovered. It's obviously a fairly secret communication.
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| − | Gortuck: If it's unsigned, then how the Hell do you know that the Keeper of the Flame wrote it?
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| − | Cassius: It's written in crayon. She also dots all of her i's in little flames.
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| − | Gortuck: oOooooo, isn't that kyote!
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| − | Cassius: Obviously, I wish to have a word with this peculiar little herbavore shifter. We'll soon have the location of the Rebel's Hidden Fortress anyway.
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| − | Gortuck: How ya going to accomplish that? Everyone's dead.
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| − | *screams echo over from the Guardhouse, they're inhuman and blood curdling*
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| − | Cassius: One thing that's interesting about undead is that the intelligent amongst them can still feel pain.
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| − | Gatehouse Dungeon
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| − | A little halfling woman is standing on a stool as the Orkus worshipping Magus from last night is strapped to a table before her with his head sewn back on. A variety of nightmarish torture implements are beside her.
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| − | Mage Undead: GARGHHHhhhhhh Hisssss......Alabanza ORKUS! BENEDICIO.....ARGHHhhh....
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| − | Lieutenant Ravenclaw: Doo Doo Dooo......have we tried the hot branding irons yet?
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| − | Mage Undead: CURSE YOU! YOU WILL ROT IN THE DEEPEST PITS OF THE KEEPER'S REALM!
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| − | Lieutenant Ravenclaw: Ooooooo, pliars, I love pliars!
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| − | Mage Undead: NOT THE TEETH! NOT THE TEETH!
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| − | Lieutenant Ravenclaw: With floss!
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| − | Mage Undead: I'LL TALKKKk.....GRUMMMMpPPhhhhh.
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| − | Lieutenant Ravenclaw: OPEN WIIDDEEEEE!
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| − | Undead Karrnath Guard: You know, even I'm freaked out by her and I'm undead.
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| − | Lieutenant Sally Ravenclaw
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| − | Neutral Evil Halfling Female
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| − | 6th Level Necromancer
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| − | Appearance: Imagine a four foot tall black haired kender with a top knot and wearing a Germanic themed uniform. Many people find the combination of cute and fascist to be a little disturbing. The fact that she has to use a stool to perform most of her interrogations only helps in the cosmic disconnect.
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| − | Background: Sally Ravenclaw was born to House Jorasco Dentists and bears the Siberys Mark of Healing. However, it became immediately apparently that Sally was not entirely up there. She would abuse mercilessly animals and others before healing them with her Mark in order to find out how things worked.
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| − | Eventually, she discovered an aptitude for wizardry and the house hoped that she'd put her skills to use in some way that would move away from her ghoulish fantasies. Instead, they were horrified to find that she expressed an interest in Necromancy. Thus was she ensorcelled from her house despite her tremendous gift.
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| − | Sally Ravenclaw didn't have to look very far for employment as the Armies of King Kaius were always on the look out for talented Necromancers. Thus, Sally has been in the service of the Red Falcons ever since. Occasionally, she lends her skills to patching up the living but very few of the troopers are willing to lend themselves to her care for any length of time. They needn't worry, there's always someone needing to be interrogated and she's become ever so good at that too!
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| − | Ryan, Cassius, and Gortuck are walking towards the location of Thelia and the "Miracle Child".
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| − | Ryan: Gortuck, your from one of the poorer sections of Sharn arn't you.
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| − | Gortuck: :uh-huh: Why yes. How do find that out?
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| − | Ryan: Elementary, my dear half-orc. The way you roll your O's and made the C a hard K when you said "Oh, ins't that cute".
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| − | Gortuck: :lightbulb Are you also a fan of D'conandoyles books?
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| − | Ryan::D
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| − | *Drake's men site Caer Shadowfast.*
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| − | Drake: Hm looks like repairs are going on I suppose that means they survived. Better not take chances though spread out keep hidden if I shoot a flaming arrow or get shot attack.
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| − | Captain John: Yes sir
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| − | *Drake advanced to the walls where he was hailed by a guard*
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| − | Drake: Drake d'Cannith of the Denerian expedition I wish to speak to Colonel Du'Crion
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| − | [[Shadows over Cyre Page 2|Page 2]] - [[Shadows over Cyre Transcript]] - [[Shadows over Cyre Page 4|Page 4]]
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