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« on: October 08, 2005, 11:46:00 PM »
Amen brother. I think Tobias can also second that motion  Marv-o-matic...now with 5 cleaning cycles!
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« on: October 03, 2005, 05:42:00 AM »
I agree with AR7. Maybe there is so much good that seeing good is actually harder. Kind of like having a dark room with a lamp on. The light is a contrast against the dark. But in a room full of lamps, then the light becomes a trivial thing. I love characters with big flaws. It makes them more real. You can be a good character, but be intensely selfish, or cowardly. You can even be a paladin with a heavy drinking problem, or a saintly good character, that when angered, he loses all recognition of friend and foe, or loses his conscience. Just a thought.
Marv
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« on: September 30, 2005, 06:13:00 AM »
Well, the Dark Elf trilogy really gives you a good background on Drizz't. If you're looking for something above ground (heh) Then I'd try the earlier Elminster novels, or the Knights of Myth Drannor books.
Personally, if I were going to start, I'd start with a bang. The biggest, most impacting event in Forgotten Realms was the Time of Troubles. You go from one end of Faerun to the other, meet tons of famous character, and you'll read about how the current state of affairs in Faerun started. The 3 books are Shadowdale, Tantras, and Waterdeep. You can find them in paperback anywhere, and they're one heck of a good read.
NOTE: Stay away from Elminster in Hell until you know ALOT about Forgotten Realms...you'll just get confused.
Marv's list of truly great Forgotten Realms books:
Shadowdale
Tantras
Waterdeep
Crucible: Trial of Cyric the Mad (my favorite)
Dark Elf Trilogy
The Cleric's Quintet
The Fall of Myth Drannor (somewhat hard to find...amazon should have it)
Enjoy:)
Marv.....now with more Chocolate Chips!
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« on: September 28, 2005, 06:48:00 AM »
*Marv coughs and hides his "I made the first ever Exceptional Panther Cloak trophy"*
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« on: September 28, 2005, 06:39:00 AM »
I always found it interesting that a town between 2 big cities (Hlint, in between Haven and hampshire) has more population and people walking around than either of them put together.
Hampshire is the best. Great location, everything's right there, and its got the advanced crafting house.
The only thing I'd like to see is Hampshire have as many scripted quests as hlint does...it'd only make sence.
Hampshire, all the way.
Marvo-The barbarian
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« on: September 28, 2005, 06:34:00 AM »
Well, just be glad you werent around during the infancy of the Crafting script. Man, THAT kept life interesting!!
Anyways, you gotta understand that at any time, you've got about 10 people crafting at any given time on West. With all that script floating around, things will get fookered. But usually, from my experience, if you see somehting on the dialog boxes that dont look right, just exit out and start the dialog again, and you'll be straight.
I was making some Lion leather once and it said I was making Cobalt(?) Half Plate AND I was sucessful in making my lion leather, note, I havn't made it yet. I didnt get any items, I just canceled out and started the dialog again and everything was fine.
Marv-o-matic
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« on: September 27, 2005, 07:03:00 AM »
NO NO NO! You guys are missing the whole story! See, the crafting system works perfectly!
Until you spend a level-and-a-half hunting down ingredients, and you only have 1 set of them for your latest project. After spending a good amount of gold getting the stuff to get your ingredients ready, and you're at the last step, POOF! Yo've rolled a 2. You needed a 3 or higher.
Then, the world around you crumbles.
Marv-o-matic
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« on: September 23, 2005, 05:27:00 AM »
I distinctively remember "Layonara Day" that I was invited to a WHILE ago. I planned, had a ticket, a change of clothes, my dice, and all...but then, **ring ring** "Henry, dude, the server at the insurance company just fried. We need to you start building on one and get it down here" HENRY: "*a string of cuss words* Ok, thats cool. I gotta feed my family." The daring Marv gets right on the task, thinking he can still make Layonara Day, 3,000 miles away. MARV: "Ok, I'm the man. finished the server with a full day to spare. Get this baby installed and away we go!" MARV'S BOSS: "Hey henry, take these computers home and upgrade them. Sorry, because of my 12 kids (yes, this cat has 12 kids) I cant pay you." MARV: "See, now I gotta do free work because this guy cant buy a trojan...now I gotta find a new job. I dont work for free. Oh well. There'll be a Layonara Day next year!" There never was  Marv-elous, and his wonderous silver "uber-critical rolling" D20 that Tobias left at his house were sad, so King Marv cashed his ticket in and bought himself a hienaken............or 12. Marv P.S. this is sadly a true story, and that silver dice that Tobias left at my house...brutal baby...brutal. Tobias can vouch for it.
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« on: September 22, 2005, 05:30:00 AM »
Yeah, everyone can have opinions about stuff. Hey, nobody had a more idiotic opinion as I did. But, times move on, things change, and the sweet, loving drow who kept getting his lunch stolen in the 3rd grade by the local Hlint boys will eventually get his revenge in about a hundred or so years, when he/she fully understands the idea that humans are highly allergic to anything damaging while they sleep, and lock picks do wonders....that's to say nothing about fireballs, lightning bolts, two-handed swords, and generally everything else under the sun..err....moon.
My point, give it a shot, your opinion will change. Mine did.
Marv-a-licious, the frozen sugar treat
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« on: September 14, 2005, 08:47:00 PM »
*Berris reads the note and smiles*
"If the thing has a back, it can be stabbed. Hope its got gold on it."
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« on: September 14, 2005, 06:30:00 AM »
Yeah, the whole seasons thing is really annoying. Just send them a tell or something.
On actually leveling up, I find the easiest way to RP it is to say, "Hey! I just had a REALLY good idea! Hold on, let me think about it for a sec." For Berris, or for Sargon, I just whip out my spellbook and start scribbling frantically. Seems to work well.
Marv-o-cola
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« on: September 14, 2005, 06:27:00 AM »
Heyas Doc! I just got back as well I think a party's in order. You bring the dwarves Marv
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« on: September 09, 2005, 01:47:00 PM »
NOT true! I delivered a couch to him yesterday in Murfreesboro....working for Rent-A-Center has its perks.....
Marv
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« on: September 09, 2005, 01:03:00 PM »
Well, glad to see you think so highly of me Zero Marv-o-flakes
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« on: October 04, 2005, 05:40:00 AM »
Berris Cole is in need of silk. For some reason, spiders dont silk it up when he's around.
Please find Berris, or PM with an offer.
Marv
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« on: September 26, 2005, 05:23:00 AM »
Being slightly annoyed by the sudden interruption of this half-elven selling his trinkets, Berris, a Sea Elf and a spellcaster smirked and gave the half elf some time to show his wares. He was an odd looking fellow, he appeared young, but his face was old. He seemed to move slowly, but a certian grace was inherent. As the half elf spoke, his voice was musical, soft, but certian...definitely not a half elf. The sea elf gasped as Berris held a rapier to the half elf's throat, daring him to remove his disguise. "A thief knows when another tries to deceive." Berris spat as he touched the point of his sword against the half-elf.
Laughter rang out as the Half-Elf threw off his robes and mask. From behind these disguises stood a male Drow with swords pulsing with magical power. As his reddish eyes pierced Berris' soul, the walls surrounding Berris' memories crumbled and fell to the ground, revealing the secrets that lay beneath the destroyed walls.
3 years of memories flood back all at once, making the Elven Thief's bearings falter. Starting out at the Temple of Baeron in the Underdark, breaking into the unholy site, bypassing layers of traps and security. Killing and knocking out Drow to reach the vault. Popping the last lock, Berris remembers entering the trove and seeing ancient elven, human, dwarven, and drow artifacts, gold, and magic. Berris took what he could, not hearing the Drow that shot him with the sleep venom crossbow.
For 35 months, the torture was excrutiating. Chains, poisons, electricity, drowning, fire, and acid were daily enemies. Gruesome experiments done by the "Healers of Baeron" to learn more about Elven anatomy, including amputations and open surgery while the Elven Thief screamed in anguish. Perhaps the sickest part of all was when his body gave out, the Drow would force his soul back, raise him once more to go again.
The prayes to Aeridin, the one Berris followed, were unanswered, Berris remembered. He pled, begged, and literally prostrated himself on the hard rocky floor of the underdark to be released. Every time, Aeridin did nothing, apparently not even noticed. And the torture cotinued.
Rage took Berris as his waking self became overcome with emotion as the Drow before him laughed. As Berris remembered crawling on his belly like a bug in order to escape up an air hole to the surface world, and his mind put up these barriers to keep him sane, he did not see one Drow Elf laughing, but an entire race, mocking him, laughing at his misery. The Elven Thief could take no more.
Rushing the Drow, Berris was stopped in his tracks by the Sea Elf tackling him, telling him there was another way, that violence was no needed against this one. This made the Thief even more angry as the ignorant Sea Elf, who did not even know what a Drow really looked like, inadvertantly saved him from a certian death at the end of a Rapier.
The hatred swelled to not only envelop the Drow, but Aeridin for forsaking him in his moment of greatest need. Berris realized he was not the most pious elf, but he was a staunch defender of Aeridin. Always coming to the defense of his veneratee at every turn, socially and martially. Now, things were different.
As the Drow walked away in safety, laughing at the elf, Berris did what he never did before, in his previous life, or after. The lying, distrustful, selfish thief made a blood oath. "Never will I smile nor laugh, until my revenge is fulfiled. The Drow will have my vengance. I will learn the skills necessary to become a living shadow. Striking from silence to exact vengance against the women, men, and children of my tormentors. Through my blade, absolution will be mine!"
The happy, gold snatching elf that was the life of the party was dead. He died that day in the underdark under the whip of the Drow guard. What escaped, was a tempered, hate filled elf, driven by anger, and fueled by the fact that the one who he thought would protect him, turned away and did not listen.
Berris turned from the Sea Elf and the mage, both shocked by the outburst, not totally understanding what has happened, and began plotting the first step necessary to quench his thirst for the life blood of his ebon skinned enemies.
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« on: September 08, 2005, 07:49:00 PM »
Well hello there! Marv-tastic here. I missed you all, and Im back home.
Well, Hope at least one or two people missed me. Anyways, cant wait to see you all in game!
Marv-a-licious.
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