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« on: February 06, 2015, 12:17:34 pm »
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« on: February 06, 2015, 10:00:54 am »
NP! Like I said, I wasn't actually paying attention too much, but I do remember going out last night and thinking that we've robbed the giants too much because they were very very poor.
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« on: February 06, 2015, 09:42:43 am »
I was fighting giants in the Forest of Fog last night and there was hardly even any gold dropped, so I think it might be across the board. I think it started with the Bonus Event, but I'm not sure if it was when it started or ended. I wasn't paying attention then.
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« on: February 06, 2015, 08:58:46 am »
Hehe, I once played an NPC in a Vampire: The Dark Ages LARP and walked around as "food" with a notecard on my shirt that said "Eat me." I ended up getting sired instead by the Prince of the City and it became one of my favorite characters of all time. (Really crazy Tzimisce.)
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« on: February 05, 2015, 11:40:07 pm »
Hey guys, The quest is canceled for tomorrow. It will happen, but for now, it is TBD. Thanks for your understanding.
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« on: February 03, 2015, 12:22:21 am »
Yeah, that's happened to me a lot of times and usually if you just log all the way out and back into the program it'll clear it all up. G'luck!
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« on: February 02, 2015, 11:37:20 pm »
When you logged out and back in, did you go all the way out of the game and then back in or just log out and right back in without closing out the program?
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« on: February 01, 2015, 11:16:41 am »
someone decides you have potential and tries mentoring you, hehe. Yeah yeah.... laugh it up fuzzball... I take it back! 
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« on: January 31, 2015, 11:41:34 pm »
My lowest level character is 13th, but if that's alright I can try to see if I can get in game with her when you're around. They at least follow the same god. 
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« on: January 30, 2015, 10:39:32 am »
I was getting kind of tired of always writing bad things in this book, so I figured I'd write about something really weird that happened. I mean, not weird as in -weird- weird, but weird in that I really wasn't expecting anything like this to happen and it's kind of funny weird or just... odd. So anyways, I was on my way through Center because I needed to go talk to Danny so that I could dicuss a business proposition about my clothing designs, but instead of Danny I ran into... I think it's Danny's oldest kid? Charlie maybe? Anyways, so he's acting all shy and stuff and told me he had to apologize to me for something. Well I don't remember him ever saying or doing anything to me that would require an apology, so that struck me as odd to begin with, and then he said something that -really- made no sense at all. He apologized for calling me blonde to Toby. Uh... okay? I AM blonde, so what does that have to do with the price of beads in an Ilsarean market in Hlint? Pits, Toby's blonde too... and so is Raz. Are you seeing a trend here? Oh yeah, and so is his daddy. So... I'm still not really understanding why the apology for that. Then he told me that it was because he called me blonde, meaning I was dumb. That made even less sense. Since when does the color of a person's hair have any bearing on their intelligence at all? I mean, again, Raz is blonde and he's one of the smartest people I know... if not THE smartest person I know (though I DID beat him in chess once!) So, I sort of asked him why he was apologizing in the first place and he told me in not so many words that it was because his Daddy made him, but then he changed his mind and said he was apologizing because it was the right thing to do. Well, I don't know about that, but the whole thing was just silly. He wanted me to tell Toby for him what he said about being sorry, but I'm not going to let him off the hook for it that easy. I mean... I still don't really get the connection from him calling me stupid by telling me what color my hair is... when I wasn't even there, but maybe he's lacking a little bit of intelligence himself because he doesn't understand that hair really doesn't have anything to do with smarts? Poor kid. And then on top of everything, if he called -me- stupid, why does he have to apologize to Toby? If anything, he should be begging Toby not to punch him. He said he didn't know what sort of hold I have over Toby, but I sure do. It's called love.
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« on: January 30, 2015, 12:07:10 am »
Kalandi’ira knelt down before the priestess, her head lowered and her neck bare to show her submission to the temple and to the chosen vessels of the Dark Mother’s gifts. She had been summoned in such a way that indicated that the priestess was not to be trifled with. There had been talk since she had returned many months past. There had been a grave mistake made by a powerful sorcerer and the so-called prophet of the Father of Spiders. But yet, this priestess had become known by a new name as her story was told. To’ryll Solen- The Mother of Spiders. The priestess paced back and forth as she gave her orders to her soldier of the temple. In her words, the orders were simple. The task force was to leave the Deep in search of the surface stronghold of the sorcerer Ni’haer Helviviir and join him by any means necessary. Then, once inside, she was to send back any information to the temple by contacts at certain known entrances that she would be able to find. She was to not reveal any knowledge of the Mother of Spiders or let her mission be known to anyone associated with Ni’haer. If she failed in her task, she would be killed or exiled. The Mother of Spiders asked her name. “Cal’tana Hun’sek, priestess,” she replied without lifting her face. There was a smile in the priestess’s voice. “Noble Darkness, indeed. Go get me what I want, Cal’tana, and you’ll be rewarded.” Kala’s eyes opened slowly as the reverie found its end for the moment. The blue-tinted chest of the Pit-blood rose and fell steadily beneath her cheek. She closed her eyes again, this time to focus her thoughts back to her recent training, forcing out the aches in her body from its recent uses to concentrate on her other senses. Taste… The leftover taste of wine of decent vintage still lingered about the edges of her mouth as well as the slight coppery taste of blood. She smiled slightly before focusing once more and licked her lips to taste just a bit of sweat. She focused on each of the individual tastes and then savored the three together for a moment before she was satisfied enough to move on. Smell… She took a slow deep breath in through her nose as she considered the scents around her. Him. She could certainly smell him and his own individual scent. She tried to shut him out and focus on anything else. The smell of the wine still left in the goblet beside the bed. She also could smell various scents wafting up from the tavern below- scents so different and varied from what she had known in the Deep. Her stomach twisted to let her know that she was hungry. Sound… She could hear the Pit-blood’s heart beating in her ear, a steady constant rhythm so like her own as if reminding her that they may not be as different as it might appear. His breath joined in the chorus with its own accompaniment to the drumming of his heart in an effort to lull her back into her reverie. There was water dripping against the window panes on the other side of the room, and the wind had picked up once more with a storm from the sea. For several minutes, Kala lay very still, listening to the rhythms of heart and breath and wind and rain coming to her through the darkness. In her mind’s eye she could see exactly where each element came from inside the room in proximity to her. Laughter. There was laughter and conversation coming up from the tavern below, and just the barest thread of music. Touch. Touch was the Pit-blood’s favorite lesson as they trained, but while it made it the most entertaining, it was also the most challenging to her focus. At least while he was still she could concentrate. She shut out the sounds and the smells and focused on what she felt. Her body ached. They had been training hard for several days, and each night they explored other aspects of their interests until every muscle in her body ached and begged for the distant recovery and reflection that reverie promised. The first thing she could feel was the warmth of his skin against hers and the hardened tone of muscle and bone beneath even in its relaxed state. The soft silk of the sheet that rested lightly over them she could feel only halfway up her back, leaving the upper portion bare enough to feel a draft coming from the northern winds beating against the window. She shivered as the cool air brushed against her and her skin prickled from the cold. A large arm raised to rest lightly against her back, holding her lazily and still protecting her from the cold. “Protect those who are not your enemies,” he’d said was one of the tenets of his code. Apparently he did not think of her as an enemy. The feeling, she decided, was not something that was likely to ever be mutual. Everyone was an enemy to her. It was the only way to survive. Kill, or be killed. To trust was a quick way to meet a sure death. “Go get me what I want, Cal’tana, and you’ll be rewarded,” the priestess’s voice echoed in her memory as she slipped back into her reverie. This time, though, as the pit-blood’s arm held her, her mind drifted back again to the stronghold of the sorcerer Ni’haer, and the place where her mind always tended to wander beyond pain and torment into her deepest fears, darkness, and the madness of a broken mind. She had not given her enough of what she wanted. She had not been killed, or even officially exiled. She had simply been forgotten. The Lost Sister, living up to her name once more.
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« on: January 26, 2015, 12:44:45 am »
I received word of the many tremors and earthquakes that seem to have been rocking various parts of the world. I then received further reports of an adventuring band gathering to investigate a cause, and what seemed like something in relation to the Five and the Hall of Seven that I've been researching along with a few others in the Toran Archives. So far, we have found nothing, but it seems that I am best used in the field than in a library. When I stepped closer to the group gathered in Center, it was difficult to gauge the feelings or determinations of those gathered, and in fact it seemed as though many people, perhaps even myself, did not understand at all what it was we were going out to try to accomplish. The little well-versed, but often long-winded halfling of Lucinda, Acacea, never seems very forthcoming with information that isn't soaked in anything but rambling, and thus it's hard to just get a simple answer from her regarding anything. There was evil among us as well. I could sense it around me and in them, but while I could sense it there, they seemed to be serving, at least on the surface, the greater purpose. These were not my troops. They were disorganized, unruly, and chaotic, but they were trying for the most part to work together. As we delved deeper into the unknown, though, it became more and more evident that there was no leader to this rabble, and without one, we could easily become hopelessly lost in the realm of the darkness. Troops or not troops, Toranites or not Toranites, I couldn't bear to stand in the background any longer and simply let them get lost. If deeper was where we needed to go, then deeper we would go until we found where we needed to go, and hopefully we would discover this legendary Hall of the Seven. It came back to me easier than I had thought it would, raising my voice loud enough that they could hear me. There was a path, and I would go. I asked who would follow me, and to my surprise.... everyone eventually followed. Even those who prefered to mock Toran or mock the faith in Him seemed to at least understand that we needed a direction. And so I served. Toran was our light in the darkness, at least to me, though on the events of late, He has seemed silent. The gods involved in these happenings do not usually concern Him overmuch. Deeper we went until we did in fact reach our destination. It felt strange to be leading those such as a dark elf who in the Deep no longer bothered to hide his true physical nature, and the notable assassin G'ork. But my job was not to wage a war against them. Not that day. Not when they were actually helping. The Hall of the Seven was indeed a hall with stones depicting each of the gods that are in the moved constellations. And there was a divine presence not of Toran, but increasingly strong. It had a feeling almost of a consecrated temple, and yet it was not, and while I felt the need to stop and pray before entering the domain, it was not a temple after all. There were depictions and statues that told a story of sorts. Most of them had been well preserved even after all this time, though some had fared better than others. Five races. Human, Elf, Halfling, Dwarf, and Gnome. Beyond the outer chamber was another room and inside that, the presence of the Divine grew stronger with each step. In the center of the room was a crystal that glowed with power. I'll never know why whenever there is a stone that glows with power, there will always be fools that wish to touch it. And even after people are thrown across the room for doing so, someone will always continue to make the attempt. Some of them succeeded, some of them did not. The dark elf apparently died somehow, and yet... Now I wonder ater having stood in a room that was dedicated, to my own feeling, to seven gods where only one of them is even thought of friendly by Toran, what is my purpose in this? And so I pray nightly to know what is it that I am supposed to do for Toran in these recent events. I cannot seem to stop people from disappearing. I cannot stop them from returning again and meeting a horrible end such as what is being called the Liquid Death. Am I simply to be the leader to weild a torch through the darkness of the Deep so that they may leave once again in safety, or does Toran have something else in mind? Until then, I will continue to simply do what I can. I suppose that is all any of us can do in anything.
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« on: January 24, 2015, 11:12:44 pm »
Daniella remains watching in the background since no one seems to have any real life threatening injuries (except I heard that the dark elf died... so no real loss there). When people do start to come to, she suggests that if they are all finished touching the stone that is knocking people unconscious, it is time to return to the surface.
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« on: January 23, 2015, 10:20:56 am »
It got harder and harder to breathe. Toby didn't trust me and he kept acting like I was just going to go run off and be with Nym instead of him. When is he ever going to get it in his head that I love him? I mean, come on, I married him, right? So, I lied to him. I told him I was going to have a meeting with one of my tailors and I would be back in a few weeks. I thought he bought it. But I didn't really have a meeting, and I went and looked for Nym. Maybe it was stupid given everything that happened, but I needed to breathe again without thinking that there was something else there that I was supposed to be doing or someone else I needed to love or be worried for. Toby told me that Nym invaded Voltrex. So when I found him, I made him tell me the truth. I made him tell me all of it. And he told me. He told me how he was with the group responsible for the volcanoes and how he killed people simply because he's a dark elf, and that's what dark elves do. I asked him if anything he ever told me was true. He said no. I don't know what happened, but I was just so angry that I jumped up and told him that I didn't want to owe him anything. Even if it was him telling me to be happy. I don't want a monster telling me that I have to be happy because I owe him my life. Well, I figured, if he wanted to be repaid, then he could just take my life again. And I did something stupid I guess, but I told him to kill me. He wouldn't do it, and he said that he'd only take the one payment. Of course, because goddess forbid he do something that told him to do. And... I just got desperate. I needed to breathe again even if it meant I needed to die. I needed him to let me go. I needed him to be the monster he was and not some romanticised notion that he could be something better, or that there had ever been something good inside him. There wasn't. And so he killed me. Or, I guess he tried to? I guess Toby didn't really believe me also, because he found me there and stopped Nym before he actually did kill me. I've been such an idiot. I finally at least did something right, though. I picked the right man. So, no more stupid Zari. No more trying to love monsters that will never be anything but evil. I'm just glad that I have a friend who looked out for me enough to tell Toby it was okay not to trust me. Maybe I can save myself most of the time, but it's nice to have someone who wants to save me. And at least now I know I have someone who won't lie to me the way the dark elf did.
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« on: January 23, 2015, 09:56:50 am »
Everything changed the moment she finally mastered her ability to focus all of her rage and anger and hatred into a single strike of her sword. For all of the years that she had practiced and worked for it, now, suddenly, it was part of her. And with that, things began to fall into place where before they had seemed almost lost. The Lost Sister had returned, and with it she brought with her the darkness in her blood. Blood. She had received a message of a sword that may strike her interest, and indeed it had. The sword had unique qualities, being able to absorb the blood of her enemies as she struck them down and heal her own wounds in the process. The blood rejuvenated her with newfound energy to pursure her goals. She had hidden from the hell orb of the day long enough, and it was time for her enemies to face her own darkness. Nym'roos had also returned from whatever he was doing in Katherian, as if he suddenly remembered the apprentice that he had failed to continue to teach. She could no longer rely on him, but in many ways, she had learned that while useful, she did not have to rely on him. Her anger at his weaknesses with his dalliances with the darthir had finally been pushed back behind a newfound purpose and an entertaining new alliance. The Pit-spawn had made her an offer years ago, but now there was little left to stop her from pursuing new alliances. The Deep was inaccessable at the moment. If she was to return, she would need an army. And now with her new goals, one day perhaps there would be one. She was not the only one building her forces though, as she soon learned from Nym'roos. He too wanted an army, and he wanted her as his second. She had her reservations about the arrangement, but she decided to keep both of her options open and pursue her own goals with the pit-spawn as well as aid her mentor in his own. She would learn everything she could from both of them, and in the end, she knew that she could likely use whatever she needed to further herself, or against them. Whichever was necessary. Nym, at the very least, finally seemed to have a renewed darkness about him. Perhaps he had stopped trying to go native with the weaker paleskins. His weakness, she decided, would not be her undoing. And so, she returned to the demon-blooded monster and started furthering her training in differing techniques than those of her blademaster. And the study would be as intoxicating as the blood that her sword, and she, hungered for so constantly.
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« on: January 18, 2015, 01:32:08 am »
Nym came back. I don't know what it is with people showing up when I don't think I"ll ever see them again. He was just there. In my living room. Just looking at me. And then I couldn't breathe. It was like all the air got sucked out of the room somehow and I was feeling strangled and everything that had dissipated since he left just flooded back so fast. Every way that hurt and every way that I missed him and every way that I loved him. And I felt like I was drowning. I told him I was married. I didn't tell him to hurt him, but it did. I could see it. It hurt him, and seeing him hurt made it feel like the water was rising over my head even more. And then Toby came home and they started yelling at each other and threatening each other. And Toby told him to leave, and I wanted to scream or run or anything and all I could do was just stand there stupid because none of it would come out. And then I boomed them. I didn't want to see them fighting. And then I left. I went to a corner and I wished I could disappear into the walls. Nym came in and told me he had five minutes to talk to me alone before he had to go. The closer he got to me, the harder it was to breathe. And he told me things that I can't bring myself to write in here. But I know he loves me. Even though he can't say it. Even though he tries to tell me how much it's a curse or that it's against his will. And he told me that since he saved my life, I owe him a debt. And then he was gone again, and Toby was there. And Toby hugged me. And I could breathe again.
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« on: January 18, 2015, 01:18:56 am »
Married life hasn't been all that different than it was before really. But on the whole I think I breathe easier knowing that eventually Toby's going to come home. Except that one time when he left to get bread and eggs and he didn't come home for THREE MONTHS! Yeah, I guess he just forgot his way home and "accidentally" flew off with Plenny and some other people to Krashin, and then took the "long way" home through Belinara. I didn't know what happened to him! First I went looking around the market, but he wasn't there. So I thought maybe he went to the Arms for a drink. Nope, Lily said he wasn't there. So I walked all over the streets trying to find him. Nowhere. So I went home. And the next day I looked again. And then again. And after a week he still hadn't come home, so I figured he must've just left again like he did before. So, I thought maybe that was just the end of it. And then 3 months later he comes waltzing in like nothing happened, and he expected me to be mad at him. He wanted me to be mad at him! And I just didn't have it anymore. I felt like when he walked in I could finally breathe again. He was save, and he actually came home. But it hurt so much between when he left and when he came back, thinking he'd never show up again, or maybe he changed his mind about marrying me, or maybe he ran off with some other girl, or maybe Kali showed back up after all this time and he couldn't help himself. And then he was mad that I wasn't mad. And so he pushed me into being mad. And then I was mad. Like... really mad. He said he was going to stay the night at the Arms, and I just saw red. I threw all of his clothes out in the street. I figured, if he was just going to walk out again because he couldn't handle me not fighting with him, well then, he'd get a fight. And afterward I felt pretty horrible. Fighting with Toby's just different than with anyone else. I actually don't like fighting with him.
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« on: January 02, 2015, 12:28:59 pm »
Hey there, I can answer the second question- No, you no longer need a cdq to get to level 21. You would need one if you wanted to become a WL, which is a different process. If you want a cdq though, you're more than welcome to ask for one!
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« on: December 29, 2014, 08:55:00 am »
Daniel gets a reply from Daniella Stormhaven stating that she can meet him in Center in a couple weeks, as it will take her that long at least in travel time. //I can meet you tonight once the kids are in bed. Edit: Woops, I can't tonight, but I can tomorrow. I have a previous engagement tonight with a different character.
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« on: December 28, 2014, 12:39:48 pm »
Once again, it seems Toran has sent a priest to challenge my previous way of thinking, perhaps in an attempt to guide me again. I've said that I want to find myself, and yet, I'm still lost. I'm still searching for the old path, and maybe I need to find a new one. Brother Brandon suggests that instead of denying myself and my daughter, to find my way back to my purpose without leaving her completely. It almost seems like it sounds to simple. To do my duty for Toran, but still be a mother to my daughter so that I can teach her as a leader and an example. And he has a point. If I leave her completely, what does that teach her of Toran who has never left me? I know that I won't be able to be there all of the time, but I can try to be there when she needs me. The more I pray about this, the more my heart seems more at peace. Toran has many to look after, to guide, and to protect, and yet I know that throughout my life He has been there when I needed Him. I'm not Toran, but I can take a lesson from Him. So, my bags are packed and I'm headed back to Belinara, to brave whatever wrath Jaedon may have for me, and to try to see Abigaile and hope she hasn't forgotten me. And even though I'm sure that there is someone there that could teach my daughter of Toran, I will teach her what I know.
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