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« on: February 07, 2005, 11:27:00 AM »
I have scouted the housing of that elf in the woods. he does seem to carry a large assortment of weaponry and armors. And oddly enough more poisons than i have seen in my life. Something tells me i may be able to deal with this one. Someone like this does not want too many questions asked, and thus will understand me feeling the same.
He seems to be out at the moment, and i could simply take what i wish. But i would not be suprised the place is trapped. I will not risk my life just yet for a sword. I shall deal with the elf when i see him return.
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« on: February 07, 2005, 11:23:00 AM »
The town of hlint never stops confusing me. The town keeper of taxes always seems to be losing her work, the annoying halfling in the inn always seems to have a worthless necklace stolen and most astonishing is the town guard that seems to consist of 2 members, conveniently never around during trouble. Although today as i was letting my agressions out in the cities sewer systems the oddest thing did happen. In the middle of my fight with a creature of the night a bird appeared. Only briefly as the infernal thing got between myself and the rat creature and met with my greatsword. Amongst what was left of the bird was a bloodied note requesting my presence. The man which I met spoke in riddles. I am not sure his true intent so would not reveal myself or my intent. I refuse to allow myself to be lured out of my hiding by a kind word. No, not today. Tho he did seem upset i would not play along with his metaphors, that is no concern of mine. Games may only lead to me demise. And final death before i succeed will most likely bring me pain and torment in the here after that i could not possibly imagine.
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« on: February 01, 2005, 08:36:00 PM »
No blacksmith i trust can be found, seems the dwarves have alot of the skill in this town, tho the clerics of various faithes are high in skill. Tho i dare not trust their skill when it comes to my life. If they only knew me they would not do my work anyways. Rumor has of an elf that lives in the woods with a stockpile of gear, i currently give thought to going to him. Word has it his morals have a price.
The people in this town are most unusual. Friendly to a fault. Perhaps i will not have to hide amongst the shadows too much longer. I could blend in well enough until i am stronger and more able to set out on my own. I have a debt to repay, but i will not be repaying anyone if i am dead.
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« on: January 15, 2005, 07:24:00 AM »
Jason Freely
Isac Astomine
Francine Drakon
Gremick Mert
Krasken Pointe
Motvin Ver Salin
Lux
The latest souls to arrive and depart to the Soul Mother, may they not make her mad....
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« on: January 12, 2005, 04:25:00 PM »
as much information as the Handbook provides it still lacks some minor details on some deity's. An example being favored colors of the church of Aragen. If there are no favored colors perhaps it shouls state it as such.
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« on: January 05, 2005, 04:54:00 PM »
*A fresh new journal, wrapped in deer hide*
the following is the accounts on Orson, servent to teh soul mother.
I would not know where to begin explaining what i am, for so much has changed in my mind that i dont know myself. What one i thought was a curse iknow as a cursed position amongst the soul mothers minions. My arm, my left arm, it is no longer my own. the skin, the muscle, the inner workings of all life....stripped away like some cheap paper wrappings. Hardened bone, polished an ivory white, some unnatural strength resides within. Unnatural, that word has new meaning for me now. For my natural strain of thoughts are of late skewed. Like the echo of anoter voice in my head. I control this dead appendage, but it resists at times.
As to my position one may wonder. I watch, i wait, and they will come to me. What once i never uderstood was explained to me. What i thought an unnatural curse of the dead hounding me,is just that. The restless soulsfind there way to me, mainl by the call of my voice, the sorrowful tales that i string at times.
*rest of the page is blank*
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« on: December 30, 2004, 04:40:00 PM »
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« on: December 28, 2004, 08:52:00 PM »
Drinking doesnt seem to be helping with the pain anymore (although it hasnt stopped) *looks to his missing arm* Bloody dead took my arm, I shall never be whole again.
*suddenly the sky grows dark and a flash of red lights around Orson, appearing before him a very large creature(Harvester of Souls)...the one Orson dreamt of*
Harvester of Souls: It's Time Orson
ORSON SUCCEEDS A WILL SAVE VS DEATH
Orson: no...no..you arent real....stay away *realizes he has no place to run*
*Harvester of Souls: you have not heeded the summon, you are coming with me now
Orson: P...P...lease dont kill m..... *Harvest of Souls slays Orson*
*Orson awakens alive, still armless, in some unknown place. The skies are turbulent, there appears to be no vegetation, if it werent for the fact that Orson was alive he would think northing could live here. Looks around he sees he is surrounded by some odd writings in the ground and some wierd flames. Standng before him a woman that rivals this place in intimidation*
Soul Mother: you have refused my summons you incolent mortal.
*looking behind him he sees that large creature is there as well...he has really stepped into something now*
(conversation insues where Soul Mother explains that teh dead that flock to Orson do so because of the uniqueness within him, and its that uniqueness the Soul Mother desires for her use. She would replace his missing arm as long as he pledged to be her mortal witness to the souls that came to him. Betrayel would mean a fate worse than death.)
*A bizarre undead arm now twitches on the side of Orson as he finds himself back in hlint...the soul mothers laughter still rining in the back of his mind*
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« on: December 27, 2004, 03:02:00 PM »
*you notice Orson wandering thru town, but something about him is very different. Didnt he have 2 arms last time you saw him, and man does he look upset*
The Previos Night...
*Orson sleeps off his alcohol binge as usual in the Hlint crypts. But his rest seems to be, shall we say, restless.*
(A large creature brandishing a firey smile speaks) Its time to return Orson, you are coming with us.
*Orson struggles to escape in his dream and awakes to find the dead have risen to the surfaceand are trying to pull him thru the soil. Struggling he manages to get all but his left arm back, which is currently sinking into the ground. In complete terror of being pulled below orson retrieves his skinning knife and begins to cut into his own flesh. In a matter of seconds he is free, and sits watching the last bit of his arm sink below the surface. He hears some shouting but then passes out.*
The morning after...
*Orson awakens in an inn room, his arm missing but his wounds healed. Sleeping in the corner is Xander Flameheart. Orson tries his best to sneak out of the room without any questions*
Xander: *still head down and eyes closed* You really should rest
Orson: I dont need your advice, or your healing.
Xander: * a slight smiles but eyes closed still* thats funny, but i suppose having your arm cut from your body would kill most people from the shock alone. Perhaps you didnt need me.
Orson: *looks upset but cant find the words and storms out of the room grasping where his arm once was*
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« on: December 26, 2004, 08:39:00 AM »
we already have the rule of tough luck, and guess how many people still complain about wanting stuff back 
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« on: December 26, 2004, 07:30:00 AM »
i still personally think RPing it is better. Ok so you can lay it out on the table, the first server crash we get we will have the forums flooded with people complaining they lost items and would like them returned. I see no difference between "displaying" your wears and RPing by saying *Infront of you you see an asortment ofdaggers of varied metals, the one on the left seems to glow a faint red*. Even when we did have vendors i still liked just talking to the people that made it than just looking what was on the table.
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« on: December 25, 2004, 05:31:00 PM »
couldnt you just go stand somewhere and yell "stuff for sale" then when they get there RP you tryig to sell stuff? is the table part really that essential to the process?
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« on: December 24, 2004, 05:54:00 AM »
*Orson walks thru the trees after a long night of drinking*
Incompetenece, maladjusted bafoons, numbskulls. It is plain to see by moon shadow as it is by sun light. Recruite those without power and you shall be weak. Take unto your camp those who desire power and you shall be destroyed.
*a bird screeches and Orson whips his head around and gets low, listening*
black of day dark of night take me from prying sight
*disapears*
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« on: December 20, 2004, 07:24:00 PM »
*orsons paces drunkenly around the graveyard sobbing, in the shadows a woman watches him*
Blast it to hell with my lot in life
Towns people in the town of understanding understand nothing
Threaten to kill me will they
Am I lost in this black sanctum
Falling forever more?
*depression takes over and he begins a sad tale, soon the ground moves and a ghoul arises*
why do you come to me?
*it stares*
You are gonna get me killed
*it turns it head*
*drops to his knees and is in shock when teh woman speaks up*
The conversation between the two goes round and round, Orson making little sense as he is still drinking, but with the song over the ghoul retreats to the safety of the grave. Orson knows he cannot shake this woman, her interest is too great. But how do you explain the situation...?
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« on: December 19, 2004, 08:10:00 PM »
*You enter the town of hlint expecting a large ale, and are sorely dissapointed to hear the inn is out. An odd thing to hear, even odder is that the bartender tells you a strange man bought the entire supply himself and headed to the graveyard. As you pass the graveyard on the way out of town you can hear the soft clanking of glass and a mournful voice in the shadows*
...In the darkness, i stumbled for the door
to find the reason, the time the place the hour
Waiting for the winters sun, and the cold light of day...
* stiff breeze blends in and you lose track of the voice for a few moments*
...And once believed, the tears of the ancients
for you and for me....
*then a bit of sobbing, then nothing*
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« on: December 19, 2004, 08:05:00 PM »
*while watching a group of dark figures in the hlint cypts Orson whispers to himself*
Three on stones of granite slate, one i spied outside does wait.
Do I hear what the town does fear?
I shall wait and see the devious fate,
And reside in the shadows till the hour grows late.
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« on: November 21, 2004, 09:06:00 PM »
although a CDQ is not necessary for approved charecters to take prestige classes they do not hurt. Especially for those interested in furthering their charecters developement and becoming known to the people around them. An example would be an approved Pale Master, someone becoming more like the undead is a major life change and no reason a person shouldnt really consider a CDQ for it. Or a dwarven defender thats no where near his clan hold, a CDQ could give the dwarf proper motivation for those special abilities they are granted.
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« on: November 21, 2004, 08:47:00 PM »
spellsword is a custom made prestige class developed for layonara by our brilliant staff (who cannot be praised enough). you will not find its details in NWN Platnum
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« on: November 08, 2004, 01:59:00 PM »
yeah already 10th level food crafter. What can i say, Orson is the ipidimy of uselessness. he doesnt fight. he doesnt enchant. He doesnt sell items. He fishes and makes malted stuff. Oh yeah and makes instruments that he trashes because he doesnt want to sell them to ayone at the moment. lol
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« on: November 08, 2004, 08:32:00 AM »
i dont know i always saw Fishing as a RP craft, not really meant to be useful, but you can say "yeah i spent the day relaxing by the pond fishing". And personally i think its great to have a non useful craft heh
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