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« on: June 22, 2010, 04:37:18 pm »
I was chatting with Lily Hathren the other day about what brownies might ride suggesting dogs are too big and she thought maybe the cat? Lily, try looking at Gigglerific | myLifetime.comthere's a terrific little horse theer that would suit you down to the ground. Havent seen one for sale around layo yet though. 
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« on: June 13, 2010, 03:00:17 pm »
Just been looking through the Guild etc Membership lists and I'm feeling left out. Every deity under the sun and out of it gets a mention but poor old Pyrtechon is left out in the cold......................well the warmth.....ok the fire.
Please can Rhakt have a little group for Orc.......shamen.......cannibal.....followers of Pyrtechon. I know it might it might be a small group but i have a great idea for a club badge.
..................are scorched heads on sticks allowed? it is barbeque season isnt it?
Rhakt ( sits and sulks in the corner)
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« on: June 11, 2010, 02:28:28 pm »
Sorry folks, no Isherwood available tonight for Krandor but I'll pray for you all.
had an early start today and basically I'm exhausted. Age creeps up on you.
Zoogmunch
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« on: April 15, 2010, 11:40:15 am »
Tired of polishing out those rust stains in your armour?
Have those leggings developed green knees from knelling praying in the forest ter get yer spells back?
Has yer clothes got scorch burns from running ahead of your "friends" just before they cast fireball?
Rockhead Howling Wolf, 10th level alchemist has the potions fer you!
New Killit Bang! comes in handy little easy ter pack in rucksack vials and cleans the grime out of the world of adventuring. It's like nothing in this world yerve heard of!
Only 500 trues a bottle!
Rockhead Howling Wolf.
( apologies to anyone who doesnt get it, maybe the tradename is UK only!)
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« on: March 20, 2010, 09:07:25 am »
On his return from the Gloom woods Isherwood is stopped by a lady in red on a white horse calling herself Zira.
In return for his bow she asks why he would speak to her as she follows the path of llsare. he nods at that and warns her to follow the laws and watch her actions.
she talks of master Poetr of the Order as if they are friends or evn lovers and isherwood, knowing of Master Poetr and his role within the Rofirein Order wonders at this........................liaison.
He reports the matter to his masters at he temple at Vehl upon his return.
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« on: March 10, 2010, 03:08:46 am »
Rhakt sits under cover of the low branches of the trees all around him. A nice spot on the edge of this copse of spruce. The heat of the nearby fire barely felt upon his acid etched skin. He watches the sparks and the light playing amonst the embers keenly aware of the white bones that litter the camp.
Lying too close to a fire is a deathwish. Who would lie in the light? The body may be warm but both the cld and the darkness protect the orc. Darkness and darkvision are his allies.
Rhakts deep set red eyes constantly flick from tree to tree around him. In the trance like state between waking and deep sleep he can watch for hours. Watching, waiting for the intruder to step within his sphere, his world of pain. He waits for the villain, the bandit, the murderer, the unwary, the hunter................all become the hunted.
On many such a night he has watched the embers smoulder and hear the crunch of leaf or twig under foot. natural traps for the heavy footed. Slowly rising from his stupor with wicked grin and laughter almost bursting from his chest e trails the victim to the fire, his camp, his pit, his web for the unwary. Casting his magical daze he stuns the victim like the spider and then looming over ts paralsed form he casts flame after flame from his gnarled fingers until the human flesh crackles and the screams die down.
Hiis thoughts return to the past few days in this strange land and his encounters. He ponders the white clad gnome, too small a morsel to satisfy his thirt for blood, who wandered the crypt of Vehl with him healing him without threat or torture. later that day the same small man came to his aid in the gloomy forest only to run off after the prize cloak was won and Rhakts gazes and drooling jaw turned to concentrate on him. His little legs a furry of activity as Rhats laughter filled the forest wth foreboding.
He reflects upon his trip into the settlement of Krandor. Sneaking from house to house under the cover of dark he had followed his nose as it led to a find. Drawn to the aroma of death and dying floating on the early morning breeze he had cret into the hospice and eyed its inabitants with longing.the door had not even been bolted. following the smell of blood he had found a basket of the limbs emoved that day ( no doubt in an effort of th ehelers to save one or two that day)and had helped himslef to the brawny arm he found there, almost war and still bearing the toranite symbol of its former owner. Food packaged and eady to go he thought. What wonders the world provides. He had almost laughed out loud with joy.
Finding the chest deeper in the building had made the journey worthwhile. It had been filled with an assortment of human instruments. Stealing a set of Pan pipes prooved an easy task and just now thinking about them he looked down in the dark to review the bloodstains on his arms.
In the early hors of dawn that followed he had snuggled dwn into rhodadendron bushes on the outskirts of Wayfare. playing a slow orcish tune with haunting meoldy he had, half unseen, waited for the children of the tented vllage. Minutes later they appeared on the edge ofthe forest and he played to them. playing the forest fawn he had thrown them berries but they came not closer, quickly loosing interest in him and wary of the wod they had turned and ran off laughing. Rhakt too laughed as the strong amongst them ran fast but the pale little one could only run slowly. Too too slowly for Rhakt.
Rhakts eyes returned to the crackling bones in the embers and picked the grissle from his teeth.
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« on: March 07, 2010, 04:56:07 am »
Heres one i cant find anything on,
my happy little orc shaman cannibal is now in the world. Appearing in Hemp I took 1st level as sorcerer and found he couldnt put on any clothing or se armour etc. Running around in very little i did some shopping and then logged. Broought him back and wen and got a flag and then took 1st level cleric. he can now have the basic hides placed as it to wear but it does change graphically how he appears ie, hes still all but naked.
Any ideas on how i get it so he can wear dark clothing and sneak about whilst his abilities improve and not just saunter through the town with a sign on his head saying "Im orc, please destroy me"
.......although Pyrtechon might be pleased
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« on: February 25, 2010, 01:22:39 pm »
Keppli " So then, what are we going to do tonight Rocky?"
Rocky " The same thing we do every night. Try to take over the world!"
Really good ideas for layonara. Please add your own.
1. As per DnD can we have large dogs for brownies,gnomes and halflings to ride.
2. Can we have cast off chests in Hemp and Vehl so that higher characters can leave their disguarded clothes ( the non magical or armour ones) for the newbies to wear. come on tailors, make something nice for the poor folk starting out.
3.Ability to change the names on items.
4.A stable in every town please. No more ox littering the streets.
5. an additional option on the door commands allowing folk to leave messages in game when folk are out.
6. A boat or two on lakes with clickable access for fishing.
7. carts for horses?
8.More gelatinous cubes in dungeon corridors. I miss them!
9.Minor curses or disease on random looted items. give them clerics something to do.
10.various really useless items. ie lootable broken sword
11. Smiths in towns who can fix broken swords for you.
12.An area of dopplegangers so you fight yorself if nobody else is on.
13.Ability to purchase items for rp like books, umbrellas etc
14.Purchasable warm socks/boots for those snow trips. 150 true
15.Random minor attacks, say 1 in 10 at safe campsites. we'd suggest minor irritations like small spiders, rats, bear, wolf or the off halfling child who will steal 10 true if you fail your reflex save.
16.Random rats breeding in unused houses.
17. the abilityto buy cats.
18. A nice graveyard outside hemp where you can purchase a stone for those permed characters.
Add your own, its fun! Come on now dont be shy.
Regards Rockhead Howling Wolf and Keppli Clever Clogs Quickhands ( i aint telling which are hers loike!)
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« on: February 24, 2010, 01:59:04 pm »
OOC rumour has it that Isherwood ( as shown in the galleries by one father Badger) took the life of one of his brave party whilst ridding the town of Fort Llast of ants, orcs and undead.
the rumour is, of course, a complete fiction. It may be true that that poor father badger, a cleric of Aeridin, fell after running through a barrier of blades cast by the said Isherwood. However, it was in the heat of battle that Isherwood cast the blade barrier in an effort to prvent the escape of a powerful vampire. It was a pity that the poorly sighted Father badger could not see the blades as they appeared at the end of his nose and ran throuh them to his death.
The pious Isherwood prayed for him and raised him, having already raised anther member of party ( whom he didnt cause damage to).
Having achived Undead slayer status he is now reviewing how his enthusiam to kill the undead should be tempered with caring for he short sighted amongst his party. He will pray for guidance....................
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« on: January 09, 2010, 02:33:18 pm »
The dwarf bard Rockhead Howling Wolf sits in front of his fire as the last embers burn out and the cold sets in. He fingers his purse and feels the small coin stuck in its corner and begins to ponder lack of fortune, wealth, fame and power. "mmmmmmm" *he strokes his moustache and a huge grin forms on his face* * he dashes off to a large chest in the corner and finds a small bag filled with colured pastels, theatre wax and a variety of odd clothing* Sometime later in downtown Leringard............................ ,,,,?  ?? POW! BANG! THUD! The merchant Barnaby Pickles, purveyor of fine spices, potions and tonics steps of the boat in Leringard. He makes his way to the fountain and sets up a stall. He sings a ballad of the days of old when thing were better for all and prices were low and people had no cares for the world or its hardship. A crowd gathers..................... "Now then my dears, ave i got a surprise for you today. Look upon me tables here. There be wonders to behold before yous. At a price yer can buy yer wildest dreams all nicely parcelled up or contained in the smallest drops of liquid. Yerve sufered hardships yer have but I'm here ter help yer. Dont go them churches of Toran or them Rofies, what'll they give yer but laws and pain. Doe sthey ease yer woes on a daily basis........i ask yer does they?......I cant hear yer.....does they? the answer is no! *holds up a bottle of brown liquid* Now this here is Barnaby Pickles' famous Health Restorative and Tonic. Its all the rage in Western gate but I've managed ter hold on ter a few bottles for the folk of Leringard. Now it retails at a hunnerd true at Western Gate but I aint asking yer fer a hunnerd true" *gasps around the crowd* " I aint asking yer fer eighty true and i aint asking yer fer seventy true....now can i do better than that missus i hear you asking.....well i'm here to say i can.....just fer you....just today.....i'm not asking fer sixty true, im not asking fer sixty-five true, fer you just today yer can this cure all for the measly sum of fourty nine true and whatever coppers yer have in yer pockets. Now i cant say fairer than that can ? 'm practically given um away today, me wife will kill me when she hears! Now who's gonner be first, just line up here and I'll get right ter yer... *perform check equals 62* * they form and queue and an hour later he packs up his empty stall and runs* ------------------------------------------ attached are a few shot of this newcomer to Leringard, please ignore any illusions of names that you may see floating above his head, you've had to much of his tonic!  
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« on: December 26, 2009, 06:24:33 am »
Rockhead sits and writes in an old crumpled journal.
well...................where to begin.
Ive just returned from Kurst where i joined up with an odd group of adventurers passing through the town. It appeared to have been devasted by the waves of the tsunami and I heard rumours of undead too.
Outside the town was a group of gypsies in a nice encampment. When we approached them I introduced myself and entered into my usual banter but was strangely ignored. I did a once around the town but found little going on except flk talking about how they might rebuild stuff. returning to the gypsies I followed Keppli who was speaking to one of them. They spoke of telling the future through card and keppli jumped up and down asking if she could have her cards read. sadly she was ignored. Others asked and wer sadly ignored except Ryan who then wandered off.
Keppli, that excellent scout then went of to try and find tracks that might lead us to the undead. he was gone for many lonely hours and returned having found not a jot.
The townsfolk had a confrontation with the gypsies and told them to leave which later they did.
Looking around the town some more someone found out that the waters of the town had become poluuted by some dark magic but not of the relgious types could do anything. whilst out searching for answers we heard screams from the village and all rushed back.
A strange character hadapeared in the town centre and the now near comatose Ryan, who had been drinking this evil induces water that had been making all the townfolk sleep, was ranting about visions of things tall as the sky. Quite frightening it were.
Zari and this character then started handing out presents and I thought that something evil was going on. I asked everyone what was happening and everyone just signed or shrugged and watched immobile. I asked is there was evil at work or magic and that chap Raz said there was no magic. I thought him in a spell perhaps so cast my greater dispelling ( shock horror, a lower level character doing some rp and casting)
The face of the woman changed to taht of ne of the gypsies and the boxes she handed out appeared to resemble stuff that wasmissing for many years as the villagres recoginsed the so called presents. The stuff had obviously been stolen and was now being returned. Why wasnt anyone doing anything about this obscene behaviour?
The Raz guy stepped forward and theatened to kill me but didnt say a word when i asked why, Bloomin odd that so i went to the dwarves who had now been standing for some some hours at the back just watching and all i got was a shrug.
everyone was then very happy and all the town folk and some adventures acted like the gods had come down to earth.Absurd eh?
they didnt even ask me ter sing even though i'd sung a few songs good enough to attract the attention of dragons. Pah!
Anyways keppli and I returned home wondering what we'd missed.
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Sorry folks to be Mr Scrooge but frankly after nearly 4 hours i was left somewhat cold, bored and frustrated. Nothing appeared that led to a conclusion that a gypsy was a high level caster who was returning/creating gifts for the townsfolk. Very nice but they didnt need any of us there and i did notice quite a few left early. At the one point i thought some fun would ensue and some actual rp commence i got threatened by a high level character and no rp followed. It appeared that a merry few where party to what was happening to the loss of the rest of us.
The ranger and i left to watch telly feeling all but Christmassy! next time if its for a select group can the server go back to saying so as we felt left out and actually unwanted. If we missed the clues can someone come on and explain what they where as even with two degrees i didnt have a clue and no one either in character or out tried to explain. For example at the end Ryan runs off with a present and the waters are cured but theres no rp.
I know the theme was hope and the Giver etc but our charcaters didnt know that.
Thanks to the Troll King for putting it on but i felt lost. Is it just me?
Zoogmunch
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« on: December 23, 2009, 08:10:03 am »
Isherwood sits at his plain wooden desk at the Rofirein Temple at vehl and contemplates his training and recent quest.
He had journeyed to the crypt of Storan not far from Fort llast with some foreboding. He knew that he had the skills to both turn the undead and fight them on their own ground having many times vsited the crypts of Krandor and Vehl to cleanse them of their infestations but somehow this crypt seemed darker by far.
Whilst walking with some trepidation towards the valley in which lay the crypt he heard others talking as if they had just met. One sniggering and the other talking loudly and with excitemnt as if they had not met for some time. Turning the corner he recognised the two as old friends, long unseen, Keppli Quickhands, a halfling ranger from Whitehorn and Master Tod Fellow, also a halfling and a gatherer, fixer, tailor and adventurer of some renown.
He approached them with a grin spreading across his face. Just seeing them made him laugh as they jumped about gesturing wildly and exchanging stories of their recent past.
He had coughed, and then bowing deeply had made himself known.
"Isher!" they had cried and ran over to him, obviously pleased to see him.
"well met both of you" he had responded and then brought them up to date with his questing and his fervent desire to become a slayer.
"I'm heading into the Storan crypt to test my mettle he advised, Would you care to aid me. I fear some proof of my intentions are required. Perhaps a few bodak teeth will suffice as evidence"
Tod, taking out a blade twirled it a few times whilst balancing on one foot and responded " Sure thing Isher, but you'll be needing some expert help. I've been in there in he past and you wont manage without us"
Keppli jumped up and down " yeah Ish, I'm coming as well" She made a great flourish and a rather spectacular bow appeared as if out of nowhere.
Isherwood concentrated on a few spells, one turning his armour to a wooden appearance and the other calling blessing upon them and then led them into the valley.
Immediatelt Tod racd off and was seen battling with a skeleton in ragged armour and helmet. catching up with a fireblade in his hand Isherwood joined the fray but the undead creature fell, its head piereced by a green fletched arrow before he could strike.
" great shot Keppli!" cried Tod racing to the next apponent. Isherwood chased after but laden in full plate he moved slower and the next skeleton was missing an arm by the time he could strike it. Arrows pinged of his shoulder but two in quick succession took the skeleton in the ribs and then with a mighty stroke Isherwood cleaved the creatures head.
they surveyed the bones scattered about and then quickly made their way to the entrance. Isherwood calmed himself though his pulse was racing and having concentrated long enough to mumble some basic chant he waved his hands in the intricate pattern needed to cast the death ward on his allies whilst quietly chanting the appropriate prayer. The wards swirled around them all like the souls of the lost seeking bodily warmth and then settled as a dim glow around them. Isherwood cast protections for them and then said the prayers of blessing before they entered.
In the corridor they entered the cold was apparent from the first, an eiree mist settling just inches off the floor hid the scuttling of spider and beetle out of their way. Their breath apparent the small group made their way to the first turn.
Isherwood stopped and prayed, calling on a gaurdian to aid them and a bright shield appeared at his side, floating at shoulder height and with a crest of Rofeirin upon it. It bobbed in the air almost eager to do its duty and they approached the door.
Tod pushed againt it with some force and ran headlong into the room. Standing there somewaht agog at the range of creatures that ran towards Tod the brightly clad cleric stood dumbfounded. So many undead. Their stink pulsated in waves towards him. With a cry from behind a series of arrows whizzed past his ear breaking the spell of fear and crying out a battle oath Isherwood raced himeslef into the throng of battle. He raised his arms and shouting powerful prayer turned only two of the creatures now surrounding Tod, at least 4 shadows stood their as well as two men in armour with a deathly appearance and bodaks numbering three.
As more arrows arched over his head into the mass of bodies Isherwood called down the hammer of the gods on the masses. Two slowed their movements and one immediately fell as Tod seized his opprtunity and struck with deadly force. Raising shield to his face Isherwood faced two of the shadows. They reached out to touch him, their eyes a malevolent red and their moved hissing in some dark tongue. Isherwood struck the arm of one with his fiery blade but the other brushed his arm. Isherwood felt a blast of cold run from elbow to shoulder and his sword felt heavy in his hand. The creature had somehow drained his strengthand Isherwwod realised that to be touched again could be deadly. He hacked at the creature with more urgency and Tod, turning from three felled creatures turned to his aid. The halfling was a blur of blades and the shadow fell at Isherwoods feet.
Tod grinned to the larger bronze clad cleric and ran screaming across the room to a creature of dread. A sickening skeleton with bones covered in the grime of of mold and death with twin blazing green blades.
Isherwood with keppli quickly joing him ran forward and then stopped to try and turn the creature. The creature staggered some but returned to the fight with Tod so Isherwood changed tack and shouting in a harsher tongue called down a fire strike upon the creatures head. Tod leapt back briefly and then leapt into the air to deliver a deadly blow to the still kneeling opponent.
Gasping, they stood in the middle of the room surveying the fallen and their wounds. Isherwood and Tod set about bandaging themselves and Keppli and having lifted a key from a chain around the neck of the greater undead they moved back to the corridor to rest.
Having recast the wards and using a small statue to cast protection from spells the trio made their way along a long corridor to a second room. Here Isherwood waited to discuss their plan of attack.
"OH OH this might help" shouted keppli grinning widely and turned herself into a pixie. Isherwod smiled at the pretty little thing madly flapping its wings in front of him. He cast his spell to summon another gaurdian and the pixie flew across to rest on his top. Tod stood and laughed at the odd scene whilst casting a stoneskin upon himslef and chaning into another cloak of some sort.
"Im not sure you will be of much aid in that form" suggested Isherwood.
The pixie blew a raspberry in his general direction and flitted here and there in a mock attack but after several minutes seemed to become bored and with a flash keppli reappeared. She danced a little with excitement and the another flash followed leaving a large ugly troll wher she had been.
"Ilsh be ash besher helpsh to yersh insh this formsh eh" it said and waddled on overlage legs to he door.
isherwood applied the key and they burst into a second larger room that appeared filled with mummies. Isherwood counted at least eight before they attacked. Strking left and right he avoided most of their attacks but his sword, althouh aflame, appeared to do little damage to them. Standing aside from the battle he cast flame strikes here and their and turned any undead who approached. here and there the mummies turned and wandered off but three stood and fought. Tod and Keppli stood back to back in the throng weaving up and down and dodging back and forth, heir many blades dancing in the eerie light of the chamber. Isherwood cast healing spells at Keppli as she took a blow to her shoulder and then felt a mummified hand touch his back. An electric like shock racked his body and he staggered away from the evil touch. Turning his cast a hammer of the gods at the mummy and it fell to the ground.
Tod and Keppli rushed across the floor, now fighting in a syncronised dance of death they worked together felling the newcomers, more mummies from the further parts of the room. Standing alongside Isherwood varied between turning and hacking at their prey and eventually the room was quiet.
they made their way to another door and Tod tried the key but it would not open. Slapping his own head he said " weve missed a room we have, back along the corridors"
More ducking, weaving, casting, prayers and cries of oaths ganist eveil followed in this room too.The shadows who inhabited this spot fell or ran at Isherwoods turning prayers and became easy fodder for the blades of the three. Quickly they returned to what Tod described as a "difficult room" and with their blood up they charged in.
In perefect order now the three fought together, hacking here, running there with Isherwood turning, casting fire, healing and hacking by rote. His mind switched off and letting the training take over he moved in a methodical way from fight to fight whilst the halflings danced about with seeming gay abandon amongst the undeead and their corpses.
Time seemed to slow in Isherwoods head and finally he felt that his destiny was in such dark places. he would bring light to the dark and cleanse the world of such as these.
In a dream he wandered out throught the corridors and into the light.
waking with Keppli tapping his arm he looked up.
"look at this fancy ring I found" she said showing a ring with an M on it.
" we made it out alive" said Tod.
"Indeed my tanks to you both" he replied " I think this day i have found my path"
" Had yer lost it?" they shouted as they played tag on the way out of the valley
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« on: December 13, 2009, 09:10:15 am »
Rockhead pins a note up around teh taverns.
dear folks, I'm skint!
I have 4 fine fire opals fer sale. Whats yer offers cos i need ter buy bread and ale.
Rockhead Howling Wolf.
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« on: December 07, 2009, 02:08:31 pm »
Dear gods, Mr or Ms DM,
as its nearly Christmas its time for my annual list.
Please can I have a point of charisma 'cos i cant cast any 5th level spells. I have 5th level summon monster and my DnD manual says I can summon a celestial pegasus! Whooopeee! just one little old cha point then?
Oh, oh, and on the other page thers a spell called Leomunds Secure shelter, a nice little cottage with all the furinshings and a fire going, so one of them please,.......
oh, oh, oh...
and to finish a bard spell called Heroes feast ( it does waht it says on the tin loike), a big bloomin table of food.........oh, it says only an hour ter eat it all, never mind that, i'll manage! so one of them too please.
Thats all, not much ter ask fer is it?
Rockhead Howling Wolf
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« on: November 19, 2009, 01:38:29 pm »
Rockhead Howling Wolf searches the towns looking for her wishing to deliver the "package".
//sent by message directly. Please advise if "suitable"
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« on: November 17, 2009, 12:15:15 pm »
A note is written by the innkeeper on Grendola's behalf
Grendola has found nice bag and yummy thing at the tavern at Hlint. If stuffs are yours send me a note quickly as otherwise it will get eaten.
Miss Grendola Pigstrotter
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« on: November 08, 2009, 11:19:35 am »
Rockhead Howling Wolf, Dwarf and bard quickly spends the 20 true Joyful paid him for a song on ale.
"blast it all! I should have asked fer a hunnerd" he grumbles.
he hastily composes, drafts it onto parchment and posts it in the tavern for all to see as he promised notoriety. The note says the young woman still owes 10 true . the figure is crossed out and it now says 30 true.
The song reads.
I Hear a whisper in the trees,
a wondrous sound upon the breeze,
my restless thoughts it does appease,
Its Joyful!
She runs through forest, hand on bow,
her tread as light as new fell snow,
and none can spot her, friend nor foe,
Its Joyful!
A mighty elf with heart aflame,
she hunts the goblin, hunts the game,
and all will shout with one acclaim,
It's Joyful.
He finishes the ale and looks about for another customer as his belly is a long way from full.
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« on: September 21, 2009, 11:52:26 am »
Whilst munching the apple pie just bargained for the dwarf bard Rockhead Howling Wolf thinks up a ditty on the spur of the moment,
"here we go lass"
*sings*
Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of flies,
four and twenty halfers baked in a pie!
When the pie was opened the halfers all did sing,
what a strange cacophony ter set before a king.
The King was in his counting house, eating bread and honey,
the Queen was elsewhere shopping, spending all his money,
the maid was in the laundry room a-picking at her nose,
when in dashed a suave roguish guy and pinched all her clothes.
"Ta da!" he says, *perform check=67ish*
(note to editor. the gentleman concerned was not of course molesting the young lady in any way what so ever, the rhyme be one of them double entendre's loike to amuse folk who might have thoughts veering in that direction, the lewd direction that is but I don't write such stuff......does I?)
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« on: August 22, 2009, 04:47:53 pm »
*hastily written note*
Beware , Beware there be a monster from of old out near the Skull Hill, I be certain its a monster from the bloodwars it is, scaley tentacles fer legs and a warrior body above, It moves like lightning, can see invisible folk, even dwarves in purple loike! and it smites witha ferocious arm!
maybe it war, To arms I say, To arms
*runs off and hides in the Scamps Mug cellars*
//occ may be quest leftover but got me blood flowing i tell yer!
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« on: August 21, 2009, 09:46:44 am »
apologies to all playing this morning at Arkolio's. The purple dwarf wasnt been rude i just had a fatal crash and couldnt return. after 5 mins got called to RL.
Sorry Master Muck, i's didnt get to hear you sing
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