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Messages - Amberyl Ravenclaw
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« on: October 11, 2006, 02:38:48 AM »
It's great to RP through a familiar - something I did during my brief stint on Layonara. As a result, the familiar ended having a more consistent personality than my main character. Not balanced there - heh. I didn't know about the voice shortcut, so my tactic was to just keep possessing and unpossessing my familiar with a click of the mouse. Tedious, but most entertaining RP ever.  Have fun!
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« on: July 12, 2006, 01:14:07 AM »
Take care and hope things go well.
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« on: July 08, 2006, 01:30:45 AM »
Happy Bday too!
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« on: July 08, 2006, 01:25:34 AM »
Happy B-Day! Mahood sends his regards as well. 
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« on: July 06, 2006, 01:41:12 AM »
//6 p.m. GMT Sunday? Truly? That's great! I estimated it at 3 p.m. initially. *laughs* 
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« on: July 05, 2006, 05:50:45 AM »
*squints at the poster on the wall*
Now what is this? Seeking for travel companions? Perhaps I should join. I hope I can remember.
*scrawls her name in none too neat letters on a corner of the poster*
- Myrrha De'loran
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« on: July 05, 2006, 02:02:07 AM »
Happy birthday times ten!
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« on: July 04, 2006, 08:21:54 AM »
Anyone care for riding on the back of a Giant Turtle? *grin* That's a new form of sea transportation for you!
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« on: July 04, 2006, 08:19:35 AM »
I've not been to the Barbarian Isles. However, you could always have a "cold script" running, just like the one that does you 1 point of cold damage per minute on NWN:HOTU:Chapter 3 if you don't get near a heat source quick, or wear the appropriate clothing. Similarly, you could have a look at the Sands of Fate modules to see how they implement the thirst / heat effects system in the desert adventure. It's really cool.
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« on: July 04, 2006, 04:30:33 AM »
Mahood...
I am so sorry.
I suppose I am one to take friends for granted. I feel so hollow... so wrathful at myself. I do not deserve good friends. I am nothing... I cannot even treat my summoned familiar with kindness. My watchdog, my guide, my protector, my companion who leads my way in the darkness and across treacherous lands. Mahood, I have failed you. And in front of everyone else in Hlint too.
Mahood, I always thought you were a pest. You had your ways. You never deemed it proper to sit still - for you, life was about having fun, running through the streets even on the verge of disturbing the town guard's routine patrol, licking faces of friends and strangers, barking and howling at the top of your voice. What could I expect? You were and are a panther. Lucinda forgive me...
Gods, I feel silly thinking this out of my head. But some things must come to light. Feelings must be said out. And so must pleas for forgiveness.
Yesterday, Mahood. You must remember it well, do you not? You caused a ruckus in the kitchens of the Wild Surge Inn. A few were there. They saw me yelling, running to the kitchens amidst the sound of smashing pottery and earthenware. One man - Jser, as his name turned out to be - was amused by your antics. I was not. And your little game ended with me dragging you out into the street for a good scolding...
I remember when Jser and a red-robed woman tried to sooth you by offering you food. Jser placed some filleted carp by your side. And you ate, and ate, and ate like a pig. The next thing I knew, you keeled over. Stiff and silent.
Gods, I could have cried. I thought you were dead.
It was only then that I realized how much you were worth to me. By Lucinda, this feels awkward to admit. Yet if you were human, or elf, or dwarf even, I could have kissed you. Hugged you when you were brought back to earth, all because that man - I forgot his name, I am ashamed to say - pulled out that life-threatening fishbone from your throat in the nick of time.
I am so sorry Mahood. Sorry for all the times I shouted at you, scolded you, sighed in exasperation, ignored you when all you did was try to play. Godmother told me to lighten up and see that there was more to experiencing the world than just living. And now... I have learnt something new. Of loss and caring. Of taking things for granted. And all from a panther, too.
Is this how you work, Lucinda? Sending the weakest and strangest of animals as Your messengers to mankind? Teaching them a lesson apart from the magic and mystery that You represent? I have yet to find out.
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« on: July 04, 2006, 04:18:00 AM »
I guess that's why Myrrha keeps getting penalties... and I thought it was a bug since she "possesses" her familiar Mahood a lot to talk through him. Not a bug, then, but from forgetting to drink water while I'm RPing Mahood for a long long time. 
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« on: July 03, 2006, 02:36:36 PM »
Happy birthday! Celebrating somehow on Layo?
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« on: July 02, 2006, 03:54:30 PM »
Got a screenshot?
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« on: July 01, 2006, 02:54:46 AM »
Lucinda...
Just thinking about it makes my heart ache.
After all the uncertainties, the pain I endured, the feeling of being alone... I grew used to it. Wore it the way one would put on a piece of clothing, never removing it from the sight of others. What else could I do? I let anger and fear become my refuge. Every second I lay in darkness, I remembered the taunting laughter of my former playmates – the mocking rhymes they made up about me, the refusal and rejection in letting me go with them. The weary bitterness in my mother’s voice, at having an extra burden on her back –her very own daughter. I hated them back then. For their sake now, I hope I don’t again.
I thought I fought it, conquered it when my eyesight returned. I thought that with the letting in of light, there was no way I could be afraid of the dark again. Afraid, too, of the mental torment it brought. Once I saw, I could be normal. With family and friends. Even if there was nothing to bind me to them except for the memory of their voices, the conversations we shared.
Loneliness...
I came to Hlint so long ago. And even then, I have few friends. I greet and dismiss people as though they were the traders, and travellers, back in the village in. People who came and went. People who were kind enough to stop and listen, but then went on with their lives. People who… never stayed…
And still…
The other day saw me with Charlotte, Ark, Roy, and Tarradon. We had just met – the day after I woke up to find the dark skies hanging over this land. Darkness never deterred us. Vlad had to leave, sadly, but I spent the rest of the day with the foursome. And for the first time… I was happy. Happier than I had ever been. A short hunt for bandits, led by Tarradon, went on to much more. We went past the Broken Forest. Along the coast. To Port Hampshire – what a wonderful place, I thought, as I breathed in the cool air and listend to the splish-splash of the fountains. Roy the ranger did not take to it, but I did. If I had one chance, one wish, I would relive that day every moment of my life.
Ark fell on the way back, and Charlotte was upset. Very upset. I could sense her pain and anger, even if it was the first day of our travels. She refused to depart from the grave, at least until the second wave of bandits attacked… but all was well, once again, when we found Ark waiting for us at Hlint’s gates. Still in one piece, along with his humor as well.
That was the end of our trip.
And still…
How I wish I had more of these moments. For once… I tire of braving it alone. Lucinda, what is the use of having the whole world, free as a bird to explore it, but alone? Half-elves, even half-blind ones, were born to have companionship. And I… I have none. I want friends. I want people. I want someone…
I want to meet Charlotte, Ark, Roy and Tarradon again. We made a company. Or if not them, others whom I could greet with more than just a smile and a nod.
Something permanent… lasting… a bond…
By Lucinda… I’m tired. My head hurts. And I’ve cried too much. I should go and take some rest…
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« on: June 30, 2006, 12:50:38 AM »
So, now we - I, Mahood, and several stragglers who stopped by - are now sitting in silence, directly at the gates of Hlint. We talk about what we will do with our lives, now that Blood is gone and this new environment takes some getting used to. I sense an air of grimness, despite the occassional light-hearted moment, taking control of the party. Even the Captain of Hlint resumes his rounds with a stubborn, steadfast pace, never once taking his eyes off the road, not talking to us, his expression undoubtedly grim. I have lit a torch to let us see, although Vlad, a sorcerer, has cast Light spells all around. I suppose I will have to use them a little more these days.
Vlad and I leave for outside of Hlint. I suppose I will stay here and watch the dawn... just to see what happens. Mahood is having fun again, trying to bite Vlad's familiar, a little memphit by the name of Ifirit. Nothing seems to bother him. I envy him for his lack of worries, his carefree life... the way he can just yawn and not give a bother about the world and its troubles. I should try to be more like him.
Here we are. Company, then? A ranger by the feel of it. He reminds me of Talen Sgath - I wonder how he is doing now. This man says his name is Roy. Well, company is best at any time, especially during these times... I wonder how things will go now.
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« on: June 30, 2006, 12:38:30 AM »
Well, well, well.
Life gets strange.
This night saw me waking up from sleep. And finding myself facedown in the grass outside Hlint's gates, by the Goblin Wastelands. No Mahood in sight, no flying tome either. And with no memory of how I got there. All I could remember was walking around in Sielwood, and stopping to rest... and nothing more. Queerer still was the fact that as I awoke, I found I was not alone. There stood a group of people next to me, and one bid me to quickly enter Hlint and shut the gates behind me. A tone of urgency in his voice, too. I was confused, and retreated into the safety of Hlint without a thought.
I could have sworned that something had happened, that things were different, but I did not know how. Only when I talked to some folk, I realized what happened. There had been a war. Blood, the nemesis of the world, had been killed. The world was safe - but Finola', whom I met, declined to agree with me on that point, preferring to adopt a more pessimistic view on Blood's true chances of permanent death. And of course, just like in the stories of war and glory that Godmother used to tell, every victory must come with a price.
They told me to look up at the sky. I did. I wondered what was wrong about it. Then only did I realize that there were no stars, no twinkling lights, not even hazy pinpricks of white - everything was dark, all black as the inside of Hlint's crypt. They said that this was Blood's final revenge upon us - this might be the Dark Ages, as the sky was blackened for every hour that passed. I learnt that the Druids were working on it, but...
The man who had told me to get into Hlint, the one who spoke with authority, then came to join our little party. He said that it was safe to go out now - safe as usual. Everything would be fine. But what about the stars? I miss them. And I can only wonder what catastrophe a sunless world would have to endure. But then again... I do not know what to think. So many things have happened at once. I missed tidings of the war. I woke up to find myself thrust into chaos. I do not know what else to expect now...
Lucinda, where are You? Are You out there in the darkness? Listening to us?
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« on: June 30, 2006, 12:27:59 AM »
The Postmaster says the letter will take some time to send. After all, there are wars, and rumors of wars going on... not easy to deliver messages that have to travel over long distances. Dangerous grounds and roads. Indeed. I guess I understand.
Well, no use waiting around in Hlint if that is the case. I should go out to Sielwood for a stroll or two. Accompanied by Mahood and the rest, of course. Perhaps solitude is what I need, far from standing around in a bustling little town. I must go now...
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« on: June 28, 2006, 04:46:49 AM »
While I await a reply - if there should be any at all - I have resolved to stay more in Hlint.
It is hard to go out. Exploring, adventuring, or even fishing, outside the safety that Hlint provides is too dangerous. In the meantime, I shall sit around, alone with my thoughts, and have a good dialogue with Mahood and myself.
I wish I had more time to be involved with this world. Sometimes I ask - what is it exactly that I cannot do, when compared with others? The only regular faces I see in Hlint are that of the Captain of the Guard, the Postmaster, the owners of the Wild Surge Inn. Otherwise, things seem very busy. Each day out on the street brings new voices (easier to remember than faces, of course). People come and go. Talk of the dangers outside, the wilderness, and even Blood - whoever he may be - bring along muttered whispers, slight nods of the head, grave undertones in voices.
What is going on?
I wonder if these rumors have reached my home village. Back there, we were relatively sheltered from the outside. All we knew was our community, and the prospect of a good year's harvest, and peace. Nothing like this. This is a whole new world. I try to be friendly to the others - I realize the value of friends over foes. I smile, I greet everyone I meet. But still... I suppose that is not enough. And in some ways I feel shut out from a world that I do not belong to, limited by skills and abilities, constrained by lack of knowledge. A simple village girl cannot hope for much...
Is there hope at all? Lucinda, if You duly listen to prayers, grant me some.
I do wish Mother's letter will bring some new tidings.
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« on: June 27, 2006, 05:14:34 AM »
Ouch... that's nasty. Hope things will go fine for him. How are you and your family doing? May you all be able to weather this troubled time together.
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« on: June 27, 2006, 04:51:42 AM »
Finally, returned to Hlint after a few days of travel. With Mahood and that summoned tome of Lucinda by my side, of course.
I come and go so much, that I hardly have time to see friends. Not that I have many. Good or bad, I cannot tell for sure. At the very least, I have Mahood to keep me company. He delights me with tricks, ranging from mischevious to innocent. Sometimes he pretends to trip me up. I scold him, of course, but I am sure he means me no real harm. Hopefully so...
Here I stand, then, in the General Store of Hlint. Buying some parchment and an ink pen. I feel tempted to ask the storekeeper, or perhaps someone well-skilled in scribing to write it out for me. But on the other hand... Mother would feel more secure, I think, in seeing a letter written in her own daughter's hand. Even if it were in a near-eligible scrawl.
She cannot read well. But she could always ask someone at the inn to help her. It was Godmother who taught me my letters, instead, when I was younger and shortly before the whole world when dark. In my time of recovery, she urged me to practice. I can remember now... how I resisted, how I broke the quill over my knee in fits of anger. She, as stubborn as I, would again urge me to try. And try I did.
Here goes... I am writing this now, albeit in a very shaky hand. I can hardly see the words on the parchment. Thank Lucinda it is broad daylight now. I hope that, at least, someone can make sense out of this...
Dear Mother,
All is well. Don't worry about me. Lucinda will protect. I live now in Hlint, with friends to keep me company. Nothing will befall me, that is certain. Keep everything safe and sound at home. Don't work too hard in the fields. Rest while you can. And when you have the time, would you please help me tidy up, and put some flowers on Godmother's grave? She loved the wild ones, the tiny ones that feel like felt, very small with prickly thorns that grow on the slopes just outside the village gate. I cannot remember what color they are.
Your loving daughter,
Myrrha
I will give this letter to the Postmaster now.
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