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« on: January 06, 2009, 07:49:22 PM »
I'm not quite sure what is going on with Mak and his... acquantince. Why would he be dealing with a vampire? If he is dealing with a vampire, why did he need to send others to deliver a message. And he has a "master" as well? I'm not sure if I really want to know. Curiosity is a strong force though...
Again, I had a chance to acquire a trap or two and I passed it up. Of course, if something had gone wrong... well, playing it safe is safe. That's all there is to it.
I did manage to come out of it with an enchanted ring and a wand though. I wonder what they're worth... Or maybe I could hold on to them for a while.
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« on: January 05, 2009, 10:22:19 PM »
To say I was outclassed would be an understatement. I'm still not sure how I got out of that mine. The only thing I can figure is that Gork must have carried me out of there.
That was nothing like picking pockets in the market crowd back in Dalanthar. Not at all. Getting in there and setting the traps was easy enough. I wish I had saved one, now that I think about it. But after I bumped into one, well... everything went downhill from there.
The rest of the group, they were obviously professionals. They were talking about their traps and their poisons... It was unreal!
I'll have to try to remember who was there, in case I run into them again. I'll certainly remember Drexia and her friend. I'm not sure I could forget Gork if I had to. He'll probably haunt my dreams! There was Tim, and I'm pretty sure I've met Tod before. The others, I'm not sure of...
I certainly have no business in those mines though. Not by myself anyway. Not for a while.
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« on: January 04, 2009, 04:21:16 PM »
Great idea Jez... see how sneaky you are... see just how far an ogre will chase you... At least you know now! Lucky you were able to ditch him too...
I need to find where that comfrey was. I know I saw some... Just can't remember where...
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« on: January 03, 2009, 03:45:24 PM »
Two rapiers is such a novel idea, but there's no way I can do that. I have to use both hands to wield just the one I have. But the misdirection, that I can try to develop.
If I change my stance perhaps, I could lead attacks from the left and shift my opponent's focus. That would certainly create openings on my strong side.
What an incredible elf!
What is wrong with me?! Why do I keep thinking about him? His skill, right? Of course! Get it together Perri!
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« on: January 02, 2009, 07:56:46 PM »
Taslin... I never would have thought I'd meet one such as he. An elf wielding not one, but two rapiers!
I need to see him again. I could learn much from him, I'm certain. My father never taught me anything other than drills and exercises. I've already seen how far that got me with the gobbos! I need someone who will share real combat experience with me, not hide me from it...
There must be others out there who wield their weapons with precision, rather than brute force. Swordplay should be treated as and respected for the art that it is. For now though, I will pursue Taslin. As of now, he is the only one that matters.
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« on: January 01, 2009, 04:19:09 PM »
Forum Name: Rebo Login Name: call_me_stick Age: 31 Sex: M Location: AZ Timezone: GMT -7 NwN Experience: about a year or so PnP Experience: limited, dabbled in D&D 1st ed. and AD&D 2nd ed. Occupation: UAV operator/maintainer Characters Played: Jez Geddin, Perri Winkle, and applying for a third soon... What I like to see IG: Good/great rp. People who apologize ooc when their char may be curt ic (while I think it's unnecessary, it says a lot for the player base). Well developed areas. Custom content. What I dislike to see IG: NPC quests like this -> "go talk to dave > hi, i'm dave. go talk to steve. > i'm not steve. steve is over there. > yeah, i'm steve. could you get me 10 flowers for my wife?" I'm sure there are mixed opinions on that sort of thing, but that's where I stand.  I must say that I love Layo. I've played on several NWN pws and this is a standout, not that I need to tell anyone here that, lol. The more I play, the more I want to play. Getting started out can be a little frustrating, but I have no doubts that it will be worth it. Also, thank you to the GMs and other players that I've met so far. This community is great and I really look forward to enjoying plenty of playtime here. I don't see any reason to go back to any of the other pws I've played in. One other thing - I know I'm not exactly a skilled role-player, but I'm trying. If anyone meets me in-game and has suggestions/criticism, please let me know... Thanks!
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« on: January 01, 2009, 01:01:26 PM »
He's been putting out a call for those trained in 'the art of stealth'.
I'm not sure if it's a good idea to show up or not. I feel like I'm getting a bit rusty, but then, do I want to expose myself? I guess there could be plenty of other reasons I could be sneaky. It doesn't have to be for the reason that it is. I'll have to come up with something before I arrive.
Then again, it doesn't have to be elaborate at all. I'm small enough. It can just be because of that. I go unnoticed enough as it is, when I want to be noticed even!
Alright, I'll go. And if anyone asks, I just tell them why I'm there, not how I came to be skilled.
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« on: December 31, 2008, 01:27:17 PM »
I was glad to go, but it was more than I thought it would be. I guess that's why Father wouldn't take me. He must have been worried. Those gobbos are tougher than they look!
And the cave... I didn't manage to find any gemstones, but I did see the altar. I don't know what to make about it. Even though he told me not to touch it, I wanted to. I was just drawn to it. It was like it -wanted- me to touch it!
I could learn a thing or two from Olmae. I hope I run in to him again. And now that I've collected the bounty on some of those scouts... maybe I can find some more action. I think I will be going back to Hampshire. Those kobolds can't be as bad as the goblins here. But then, there were quite a few of them...
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« on: December 31, 2008, 12:04:26 PM »
I met a man named Olmae who is going to take me to the Red Lights!
What would Father think now? His child is growing up. He thinks I'm so brash too. I know better than to go alone. But I still want to go! Badly!
Olmae mentioned some stone too. Maybe I can get some while I'm in there. With a bit more practice I should be able to get some aloe from those kobolds near Hempstead.
Mother will be glad that I haven't forsaken potion-working completely... At least she taught me something useful!
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« on: December 29, 2008, 04:13:40 PM »
At least I seem to be getting back on my feet. Good thing I haven't been too proud to beg!
I ran into Unther again, finally... He didn't have the ingots on hand, but offered to take me to get more. I managed to get some greenstone out of the deal as well. It turned out to be a pretty good haul.
So let's see. I need the greenstone for the essence as part of the curing potion. That stuff is tough to come by. I'll just have to keep a chisel on hand and grab it when I can. I guess I'll have to spend more time around Hlint and tag along whenever someone decides to venture into those caves.
Lucky for me that most of the folks I've met in Mistone have been pretty helpful. No one really asks too many questions either. It certainly makes it easy to keep up appearances! If it wasn't for that one slip...
That's an idea! Maybe I should look into making some bandages in the meantime. Those are useful, and shouldn't be that tough to make. Yeah, bandages...
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« on: December 29, 2008, 10:58:50 AM »
I think I will stick to tinkering for a while. Fighting and exploring just haven't been working out for me. And as far as any 'acquisitions' go, I don't even have a set of tools! I'm sure I can make a set after I get better at working with the clay. I'll just need to buy ingots from someone.
The smaller molds aren't that difficult to make, although I still manage to mess up a bunch of them. At least I'm not dropping as many of them when pulling them out of the furnace! That's a relief...
Things should go more easily now that I bought that ox as well. It will cut down on my trips back and forth to the lake. And that means more time that I can use for tinkering in the workshop!
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« on: December 27, 2008, 10:32:15 PM »
Today was an odd day. I happened upon a cleric and a monk traveling together. They were both quite helpful, although Unther, the dwarven cleric, may have stiffed me on some copper ingots. Maybe I can get an extra out of him when I see him... I don't think he meant to take off without making delivery. But maybe he did. I'll definitely mention it when I see him next.
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« on: December 27, 2008, 02:19:09 PM »
I should have just told him they were too heavy. I could barely carry that gear. How could he expect me to use it? I have to think before I speak...
This has never been an issue before. Why am I having this problem now?
Get a hold of yourself Jez!
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« on: December 27, 2008, 09:33:41 AM »
I wanted the truth to remain a secret, but it's already out to a few. Rose, Fehriel, and Malina at the least. I suppose it would have come out eventually though.
But now I'm a bit more competent. And now I know what kind of situation can bring things to light. This won't happen again. I can pass for a weak fighter now, or at least I should be able to. I'll just get a sword and something better than this sling.
Fehriel is not what he seemed at all. According to him, neither is Malina. I should know better than to let my loins get the best of me. I may need to just steer clear of her. But Fehriel, I can't believe he is someone I can actually relate to. I'll have to try to keep track of him. And Rose for that matter. The both of them. I need to be careful of what I say from here on out.
So what do they know already? Well, I told them about growing up on the streets. I did tell Fehriel that I am greedy, although he didn't seem to notice. And they do know that I'm not out to hurt anyone, so that's good.
Here's the question though. Am I a thief? I hate the word. I snapped at Malina when she used it. It had stung more than I thought it would to hear it. We may have stolen to get by, but I never considered myself a thief. We never took anything from anyone who couldn't spare it. I may not need to do it any more, but I still want to.
Is it wrong that I enjoyed it? I really need to think about what I'm doing and why. I need to keep my nose clean for now, regardless. Now that these few know what they do, they may be watching. I definitely need some time to myself.
It's a good thing I decided to keep a journal. I could easily get lost in thoughts like these!
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« on: December 26, 2008, 06:23:44 PM »
I need to steer clear of the sewers for a while. I bought a sling, not unlike the one I used to have, and wanted to try it out on a few rats. I wasn't looking for a nest though!
Thankfully the folks at the inn helped out. Well, I guess they didn't have much of a choice after I led the rats there, twice.
I should probably steer clear of there for a while too. I'll have to spend some more time looking into this alchemy bit. The tinkering looks like fun too. Between learning about potions and traps, I should be all set.
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« on: January 06, 2009, 10:05:31 PM »
'Posted at the Scamp's Mug in Port Hempstead'
One pouch of yellow mushrooms and one pouch of oats from the Zainge River area. Make an offer here or say something if you see me.
~Jez Geddin
//short description follows
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« on: January 02, 2009, 04:13:01 PM »
As Tipper wandered through Port Hempstead, his head hung with gloom.
You see, his drum had finally broken. It wasn't exactly a surprise, but that didn't make him feel any better about the matter. The leather across the head had been wearing thin and cracking, showing the signs of its age. The holes where the cord ran through to tighten it down had been stretching, so it didn't quite pop the way it has used to. Really, it was only a matter of time before something happened.
On a whim he spoke to a group that formed near the Angel's guild hall. He wasn't expecting anyone to even answer him, so you can imagine his surprise when one of them offered to fix it for him!
The stranger called himself Snaggy. He took Tipper to the guild at first, but then offered to make a new drum for him. After checking on what he'd need for it, he asked Tipper to come with him to get some wood from a kobold camp. Of course, this was more than Tipper had been looking for. As luck would have it, Snaggy knew of another hickory tree nearby that had nothing to do with kobolds.
During their time out Tipper learned that Snaggy could not only summon creatures, but he was a performer, and even guessed that Tipper had a bit of magic in him as well. No. He didn't guess. It was more like he knew without asking.
After retrieving the wood and constructing the drum Snaggy and Tipper went back to where the group had been earlier. It turned out that there were a couple other performers in the group.
Tipper was able to try out his drum while they played and enjoyed some foolish antics as well. All in all the day had come around quite nicely.
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« on: December 31, 2008, 10:17:15 AM »
Finally! It's about time that I get out into the world and start proving myself!
It's always practice this, drill that... position one, now position two, hold it... Alright already! I know what I'm doing! If I'm really going to become something, then I need to get out into the world. I need to fight something that will hit back. I'm tired of these training dummies!
The more I see, the more I will learn. I'll go where the fight is. There's plenty of commotion on Mistone. There always has been. I mean, the Red Lights are just outside town! Why hasn't he taken me there before?
It doesn't matter now. This is my life and I'm going to live it!
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« on: December 26, 2008, 04:18:51 PM »
Yes. Hempstead does seem to be the perfect place to start my new life. There is work available, enough people that I can blend in, and surely more than a few marks in the bunch. And the woman, at least one helpful soul in the bunch.
Rose it was. She helped me find work. She certainly didn't expect a thing either. As far as she's concerned, I'm just another young hopeful. If only she knew! But then, it's better that she doesn't. Her friend, Fehriel I believe, didn't seem too pleasant, but he was helpful as well. Even if it was only for her sake, I still appreciated it.
She brought up a good point though. I need a hobby. A hobby would certainly keep anyone from questioning what I do with my free time. I'll have to look into something useful, perhaps herbalism. That would be useful.
Oh yes, it would indeed...
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