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« on: November 03, 2008, 11:21:28 am »
Happy Birthday!
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« on: October 31, 2008, 02:21:20 am »
Same problem myself, but try the below (( if it makes any sense )).
Taken from the advice I got from a previous post that got cut off.
but you should be able to post into Notepad, which will remove the additional character formatting, or you can even use notepad++ and switch the encoding back and forth (utf-8 > ansi iso > utf-8 etc) That way you can edit in word, paste to notepad, and then paste here.
One Character thread deleted also.
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« on: October 30, 2008, 02:33:55 pm »
* Seeing the ridiculous amounts of True being spent on such items, Sall grabs Tegs arm when they pass it.*
Sweets! Sweets! Look Look!
We could make a bloody fortune with our stuff!
Lets sell it all and retire somewhere nice huh!
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« on: October 29, 2008, 03:50:57 pm »
Congratulations mate! Oh.. the fun and games to come! 
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« on: October 27, 2008, 02:15:22 pm »
Happy Birthday!
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« on: October 27, 2008, 06:00:21 am »
Eventually, the father arrives.
Many of the Clergy hushes instantly as he appears, uncertain what to say or do.
He stops silently, staring down at the body of his son, ignoring any words from the clergy, ignoring even the brave elven lady who brought him the news.
Amidst a waterfall of broken tears, he tugs his cloak off and drapes it over his son, picking him up gently and reverently.
With a long look through tear streaked eyes at each that stand around, he slowly walks, carrying the body from the grove with soft whispered words.
" It's alright son. Dad's here. We're going to take you home. Everythings going to be okay now."
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« on: October 27, 2008, 05:25:41 am »
* The hand writing on this page, is unfamiliar compared to the rest of the journal, as though wrote with a shaky hand.
Even though only a few lines... the rest of the page is left blank.*
I did have a lot I needed to say.
About Jurn, the child we saved from the Slavers, who now lives with us.
About being captured by the Cult in Westgate, and Fisterion's use of me to scry the leaders.
About the Cult and Nesar, and the Fleets.
About the venture to the Deep, which, the closer it draws near, the more I realise I'll go.
But none of that is important anymore.
None of that really matters.
My son is dead.
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« on: October 26, 2008, 05:46:05 am »
Sallaron stepped, almost with dread, into Trouble's old bedroom.
It wasn't his anymore. Now childrens toys and clothes were strewn around, colouring sticks and paper lay on the floor, and Jurn lay sleeping soundly on the bed.
Sall watched the kid a moment.... and for a brief moment... a terrible thought crossed his mind as he chew his lip and fought back some tears.
" I'd hand you back in a second if I thought it would bring my son back!"
He became flushed with rage and anger, clenching his hands.... and was just about to stalk out the room.... until some familiar words from an old friend, an elven Priestess of Folian, came to mind through the red fog of his rage.
" The circle of life renews itself. What once was about to fade... now begins to blossom again."
The word did not bring him peace. Or calm his rage.
They merely steadied him.
And with a shaky hand, he placed Trouble's leather-bound, sealed journal on the shelf above Jurn's head and walked out, closing the door behind him.
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« on: October 25, 2008, 12:47:35 pm »
Happy B-Day!
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« on: October 23, 2008, 02:19:36 pm »
Jennara (34), Abiorn (30), Wren(25), Bjorn (20); it only left, Aerimor (18 ), sil'via (17) and Timulty (15) under the 20`s. Felix (the lowest levels in all of us having died and respawned earlier in the mountains.). Umm... where was this? Don't get me wrong.. .I just always thought there was a grey line on lvl 30+'s traveling with lvl 5's? My party got pulled not so long back.. mainly because certain areas hadn't been balanced since V3.. which was no problem. We didn't know... nor did the team... so no biggie. But it was highlighted that having a lvl 14 with us when our highest lvl was 19 was a "not" so good idea. Because they basically had access to high lvl drops which they wouldn't normally. So. Er. There was an exception here? Was it a quest? Just curious is all folks. 
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« on: October 18, 2008, 06:44:29 am »
Trouble stood looking around his old room, remaining in the doorway, seemingly not wanting to cross the threshold.
Screech the monkey lay sleeping quietly on the bed, it's fur now aquiring that aged grey tinge as age began to catch up with it.
Scattered around the room were his various possessions and memorobilia... a coloured macaroni necklace hung from a nail on the wall, one of two.
An old an almost rotten hickory long bow lay propped up in the far corner of the wall, and some rather bent and moldy arrows beside it.
A golden dragon egg, the inside an ingenious toy that made snow billow within the glass if it was shook.
A few expertly drawn pictures were placed up in various places around the wall, and on his table were a few books ranging from "Lessons in Dancing: Beginners" to an old book he'd stole from his parents room entitled "Everything you ever wanted to know about s...." ... sadly the rest of the title was worn off.
He sighed softly a moment, almost mournfully, as he dragged an old chest into the doorway and stepped into his old room.
Everything got cleared away. All his clothes, possessions, memorobilia, decorations.... within an hour everything was packed away into the chest and his room looked eerily bare and empty.
Screech still lay on the ready made bed, oblivious to what was going on around him.
Pulling a small envelope from his pocket, he moved over to the dressing table and left it there, in plain sight... the envelope merely stating " To the new kid".
He taps the envelope, making sure it would stay put as he murmurs sadly to himself "I should get a few points for this."
And with a last , thoughtful look around his old bedroom... Trouble dragged the old chest to the storage room and left it there.
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« on: October 14, 2008, 10:04:20 am »
West Down. 20+ Minutes. Just for notice.
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« on: October 11, 2008, 07:15:09 am »
Happy Birthday!
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« on: October 11, 2008, 04:35:16 am »
* Sall shrugs and tacks a note on the bottom of the poster*
You got yerself a carpenter mate.
Though the second the kids come up with a nickname for me... I'm outta there.
Sallaron Tempest
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« on: October 08, 2008, 02:22:46 pm »
Nice! Keppli looks cute.... and Rocky gets bonus points for the pink shirt.
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« on: October 04, 2008, 08:55:59 am »
I'm afraid if I had to use my own voice for any of my character's... you'd simply hear me giggling down the microphone 90% of the time.
" The Bloody hell was that?!? I aint going in there! Sod that... I'm like outta here now... sod...ya........ *giggling fit* "
Heh. I just couldn't do it.
EDIT: These are... of course... "manly" giggles
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« on: October 03, 2008, 05:01:30 am »
LordCove
10 USD - Just donated 40 anyway
Sacrifice beers on BattleStar night
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« on: October 01, 2008, 05:12:58 am »
** inserted inbetween the pages are four loose sheets of paper. Some containing rather brilliantly detailed sketches, others not so good.
The first is of Trouble with Screech on his shoulder, lay against a tree with a distince forested background.
The second of his parents Sallaron and Tegan, dressed for a wedding it seems, the pair of them smiling ahead each with an arm wrapped around Trouble who stands in the middle.
The third and fourth is much less detailed, much less experienced, in fact they could be considered terrible in contrast to the previous two.
An auburn haired elven lady, with her back to the viewer, sitting with her knees to her chin and staring out across a vast blue lake.
The last is of a dark haired woman in tight clothing, stood in stance and weilding a rapier as it seems she makes parrying thrust's against some invisible attacker. *
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« on: September 30, 2008, 02:57:14 am »
Whilst bored last night... I was tinkering with a car battery, a thin sheet of plastic and some copper wiring....
... I seem to have invented an Anti-Gravity drive.
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« on: September 26, 2008, 03:49:27 pm »
PST? That the same as PDT up on the top of the Forums? *scratches his head*
Edit:: Ah... thanks Soulz. 4am GMT?? Geez... no wonder Im never around when this happens... hehe
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