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General Discussion / A blast from the past
« on: October 25, 2008, 05:12:45 pm »
A certain commercial reminded me about Layonara today, so I decided to check out the place that took so much of my free time back in the day. :D Find out if it's still active and whether some of those I knew are still around.

I must say that it is rather scary. I began playing somewhere in the end of 2003, back then I was still in the 10th grade. It is now 2008, school has ended, even the university has ended, and I now have something that looks like the beginning of a career. If back then I used to play for, sometimes, over 8 hours a day, then now I often work for over 10 hours a day. (not the best switch if you ask me!)

It has been five years only, but these two times seem like decades apart. What I am now trying to blabber here, is that this website is like an old picture album, I look at it and memories come back. Playing Rufus, crafting, going on 5+ hour quests, doing the ECDQ (thanks Ed!), being awake the entire night simply because the party to raid east only played in PST. It was a happy time with no responsibilities whatsoever.

Did I just sound old? Because I felt old! And I am 22, sheeesh. Alright, not old, sentimental is a better word.

Sooooooo, anybody in this large online still remembers me? What has changed, what has happened? And why the hell do I have an inbox full of PMs with people looking for Rufus! *squints his eyes*

Does my mansion on the Barbarians islands still stand? It had a lot of stuff hidden in those chests *grins*
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Development Journals and Discussion / A whisper
« on: September 26, 2007, 01:54:27 pm »
“A thousand coins for a wine?! Sir, my master said he wishes not to owe to somebody, please take it back.......Sir?...Sir?!” The young tavern boy carefully waved his hand in front of the customer, quickly pulling it back, as to not become a cause for anger. Another moment passes, it seems as if eternity had descended upon the helpless boy, he begins to shift his weight from one foot to another, his eyes running around the room hoping to catch his master, he is lost and has no clue as to what to do next.

All the while the customer continued to stare at the center of the table, having hardly touched the glass of wine, or even moved for that matter. As the boy was already getting desperate, probably preparing to do something stupid in order to get out of the difficult situation he found himself in, the customer lifted his eyes and gave the boy a cold look. The elderly man then rose from the table, slowly took the pouch of gold back in his hands and continued to look at the boy. Needless to say the poor lad now wished the man would not have moved, having worked in the tavern since the age of 7 he knew perfectly well what an angered customer could do to a child, many a mark on his body gave material proof to that wisdom.

The young boy then covered himself, as the man took a swing, preparing to throw the pouch in the tavern boy's face. Yet as the rest of the customers were turning their heads in order to amuse themselves by witnessing a beating, a slight smile appeared on the man's face. He lowered his hand and extended it towards the boy, handing him the pouch back. “Then keep the gold to yourself, your master needs not to know,” having heard that, the boy was left to stare at the back of a weird stranger, who promptly disappeared into the doors.

Having exited the tavern the old man stood still for a while, leaning on a nearby tree, it seemed as if he knew not what to do next or where to further set his feet. Yet after a short, thoughtful pause he began to silently mutter something under his nose for a good minute or two, the result of this chanting were a few sparks of ruby red and a more lively expression on the man's face.  

After taking another moment to contemplate, at least it seemed that it was what he did, judging by the look on his face and the way his wrinkles had aligned themselves in the most unnatural of ways, the elderly man saddled his horse with an amount of grace that could hardly be assumed for a person of his age.

A moment later, he rode off, with the wind gently setting a dried leaf of brown in his hair, as if saying good bye to a dear friend. When the elderly man looked back, he witnessed a whirl of leaves, dancing around as they fell from the tree he had just leaned upon. It was a beautiful site to behold, even more so because it was the only tree to shed its green robe in July.....
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