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Messages - darkwulf365
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« on: May 24, 2007, 11:47:47 pm »
*Written in a very neat block style printing*
Dear Mister Magus Del'mar,
We had our meetings in the past, first outside Hurm and then in the desert near Audiria. Both times I found you with a group of people who look to be very sulky, a bit too angry at the world, in dire need of a hug, and a very shaky in the spine department. And did you know they also smell bad? Maybe that was just my horse.
You also seem to have a spider problem, I know some healers in Nort Point that can help clear that up for you. I don't know what sort of effect you're looking for, but you look as if you spent too much time in my grandma's attic then any type of great mage. Not very wizard like at all, maybe we need to find you a good halfling tailor as well.
Anyways, I've thought long and hard about who and what you may be after reading your accusations, and with the rather unkind words you had about the Redemptress. I have no choice but to ask, one time only, and as nicely as I can to not threaten Quantum or anybody else. Even if it does make you feel tough inside, some things you just don't do.
If I'm wrong, you can find me and we'll have us a sit down, some tea and a nice talk. If I'm right, you can gather your friends, I'll gather mine, and we can settle this once and for all. Either way, don't forget to pack a lunch.
Be well Mister Magus, I expect we will meet again. Until then, may your days be pleasantly filled with the joyous love and enlightenment of Az'atta.
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« on: April 16, 2007, 07:37:37 pm »
Let's give it up for Real Life (tm) intervention!! Giving me time to get my PM's written since 2005.
Hope everything is well, and look forward to next time out whenever that may be.
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« on: March 31, 2007, 09:12:11 pm »
Electrohydraulic (heh, it's what I do for a living)
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« on: March 31, 2007, 07:35:02 pm »
Hydrostatics
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« on: March 25, 2007, 09:33:13 pm »
Oh wow...I think I shall suggest this as a theatre date
EVIL DEAD: THE MUSICAL co-creator and director Christopher Bond, 'Turning it into a musical was the next logical step.'
Creative genius like this must be observed.
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« on: March 09, 2007, 03:48:31 pm »
To everyone who attended my quest last night: Clarissa, Lex, Jennara, Honora, Kyle, Ferrit, Galen, and Jil. You all played your parts exquisitely, the planning was excellent, and even the role each of you took in the party. It made a 3 hour information gathering session interesting to DM. Even though the questions came very fast at times, the nature of them never made it a chore or even difficult to keep up (for the most part, heh  )
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« on: March 06, 2007, 07:53:06 pm »
"I don't have to worry, my Fort mod is higher then death gaze DC"
"High Peak Clan? Meh, still just an ogre mage, I got SR"
"These spells are good for 20 turns, no worries, we haven't been here nearly that long"
"Bandits...only six, let's do it"
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« on: February 27, 2007, 05:14:46 pm »
Layonara is not what Chuck Norris created on the day that God rested
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« on: January 30, 2007, 08:06:16 pm »
*Has a response to this but will elucidate later*
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« on: January 25, 2007, 02:51:07 pm »
There was, it's the house that appears as Pyrtechon's icon on the shields of his followers. To avoid being the brunt of many jokes, mostly from Shadon, they painted it burning so his image as a walking engine of destruction could not be tarnished.
Unfortunately, for the sea elves living in that overly large house. A storm spun by Mist blew it down, and Pyrtechon lit the remaining timbers on fire.
Life has a way of working out sometimes
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« on: January 17, 2007, 03:34:39 pm »
The CPU fan didn't actually go bad, I just lost the final two plastic tabs that hold the fan/heatsink onto the CPU. Annnnd, when going to purchase a new fan bracket after work (for 37 dollars *sighs*) the salesman neglected to tell me that there was supposed to be a screw kit included with the bracket. 53 minutes of backyard engineering later, it's back up and running (and the HDD light works now...w00t), hopefully this one will last me the few months it'll take to save up for a new motherboard. While I try to find someplace cheap to stock up on socket 478 fan brackets.
*Crosses fingers*
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« on: January 12, 2007, 01:57:34 pm »
*Scribbling quickly*
Aye, seek me out, since my las' s'pplier pretty much fell off th' face o' th' earth.
Daren Valhiakor
//Send me a PM with your suggested price please
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« on: December 30, 2006, 09:22:10 pm »
I can say, since I'm running the What is and What Should Never Be series, that I put up descriptions like that not so much to make you fear for your life, but to make sure you know what you may be getting into. There was no level minimum set so those lover level PC's may find repeated death. Or on the flipside, you may go and find any encounter I make to be very easy. Either way, I wanted to make sure any who may want to attend know the possible risks up front.
Bad things can and do happen to good characters regardless of level however, and this is true for any GM quest. I found it best to just seem scary up front instead of leaving somebody with the possibility of sore feelings afterwards thinking they were mislead into something quite beyond what they'd normally attempt.
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« on: December 14, 2006, 02:07:01 pm »
Spiders, and roller coasters (and I live not far from Cedar Point, how ironic) I used to be scared of heights, complete with vertigo. After having a ladder slip and being forced to take about a 15 foot sharp downard descent with said ladder, I got up and said '*explitive deleted*..Ow, that *explitive deleted* hurt like a *explitive deleted*', and proceeded to limp for about three days after. Still can't deal with roller coasters, but the vertigo is pretty much gone. Moral of the story, just like any other piece of machinery, the body responds well to sudden blows and impacts
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« on: December 13, 2006, 03:50:16 pm »
Look up Berdin sometime, I'll cram a little Vorax down your throat I would recommend not going anwhere near Berdin. He's an obvious zealot, with some severe mental problems, possibly with origins reaching back into some sort of rough childhood. Other popular theories include him being under the effects of a Dominate Person spell, bad pipeweed, or too much ale at the local inn.
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« on: December 05, 2006, 01:59:05 pm »
Killswitch Engage - This is Absolution
HIM - Razorblade Kiss
Coheed and Cambria - The Willing Well III: Apollo II: The Telling Truth
So many more, it's so hard to pick just three. But I think these make my playlist almost every time I make one up.
Heh, then one came up that I haven't heard in awhile and am now putting on repeat indefinately.
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« on: November 29, 2006, 07:47:02 pm »
Life continued on for Daren, as life is often found to do. No parades were held upon his return, no commendations were issued, and nobody looked at him any differently then they always had. The years rolled by, and with the implacable turn of the seasons, Daren attempted to discover a peaceful niche in which he could live out the years.
Thirty seven years old now, and Az'atta knew, mostly through mutterings that were not prayers that he often felt every year of it. The gray in his hair now more pronounced then he would like. The thought of putting on his armor, or even picking up his axe made him groan inwardly at their weight. His right shoulder still ached on rainy days as if all the devils in the world lived in that one joint. The Soul Mother had visited him far too many times for comfort The running around the world searching, and adventuring had almost come to an end it felt like. The appeal of the fireplace and a good book was growing upon him. He still didn't have the patience to actually finish anything he attempted to read, but many rainy days were passed in front of that fireplace, just spent in idle, and relatively safe, comfort. However nice this post-adventuring life may seem, Daren did have to admit, it just wasn't him. So as the years passed, he became, what his wife termed, a grump.
He was able to watch his daughter grow before his eyes however, and that was worth all the months of stir craziness. He could remember her first steps, her first words. He saw her here in front of him now, thirteen years old and the label of "child" fitting her as well as her first set of sleepclothes. Her first hunt went off much better then Daren would've expected, she was quite skilled for one so young. She was definately her mother's daughter in that respect. Daren could see how she would grow to be something far greater then he ever hoped to be, and that thought filled him with happieness.
Unfortunately, Sharyn' was also...blessed...with her father's attitude, which on the best of days could be described as, blunt. Outspoken, opinionated and forthright also were fair descriptions. More often then not, confrontational, irritable and crabby were far more accurate. This is not to say that the Valhaikor household was a troubled one, or that Sharyn' and Daren did not love each other. In fact it was quite the opposite their way of expressing an affection so deep that words have yet to be invented to describe it, was unconventional to say the least.
Daren was not a scholar of the human condition, and his skills at diplomacy were feeble to say the least. So having a teenage daughter who was quite eloquent for her age was quite a different experience to him. And by his reckoning, this was Sharyn's first time at having a father, so he expected some bumps along their journey of life together. What he got, was something he guessed a chicken would feel if it found out the egg in it's roost was really a dragon just wating to hatch.
And it all started with a simple book on a rainy day.
Daren walked in from the kitchen to see his daughter, sitting like he often did, a book on her lap in front of her.
"What ye readin' there lil'n?" He asked, taking the last swallows from a bottle of grape juice.
"A book father." She replied, frowning, trying to keep her concentration. Daren thought she looked so much like her mother right then. It should've served him as a premonition of things to come.
"I c'n see that, a book 'bout what?" He replied, with all of his usual charm and grace.
She sighed dramatically, almost overmuch, and thinking back, Daren realized he was being carefully manipulated at this point, and would be for quite some time. The thought didn't bother him too much, as they would both come to discover, he always gave back as good as he got. "A book on tactics, written by Hradgaer Thunderblood, battle priest of Vorax. It's quite interesting, especially the chapters on forest warfare. I think I'll try some of these next time I go hunting with mother."
His eyebrows immediately went up although he suprised himself and was able to keep his voice calm...for a little bit at least. "C'n I 'ave a look if'n ye dun't mind?" She handed him the book, and if he'd noticed, he would've seen the slight smirk on his daughter's face. His lips moved as he traced his way through a few passages, growing increasingly irritated at what he read. "Whate'er possesed ye ta bring such..." He trailed off, reading a bit more. "This's jus'...I cain't..." He started to bluster, his face began to turn slightly red, and a frown appeared. He closed the book with a snap and looked his daughter straight in the eye "Ye know this thing ain't nothin' but trash aye? Damn Vorax shorty prolly ne'er left th' temple in 'is life." He handed the book back to her, muttering something about a child of his reading such idiocity, and the state of the world in general.
Before he could safely escape, she stopped him with the murderously perfect question coupled with the perfect look of childhood innocence "But what do you mean father? It's all right here, he goes on to state..." She reopened the book and pointed out a passage to him.
"What'd ye mean, what'd I mean?" He almost roared, and later on, he would admit, roaring did feel good. "Ain't no honor in battle, tis only fer life an...Fightin' ain't th' ferst answe...An 'eres 'nother thang..." He stopped using words that are proper for use in front of children at that point, and began a expansive lecture detailing many of his past exploits, and a rather stirring (if slightly, uncomplimentary) commentary on the Voraxite church that any Battlepriest would infinitely fascinating.
For hours this continued, Daren growing ever more agitated. Sharyn' countering his arguments with passages out of the book. Daren drawing upon his years of learning the teachings of Az'atta, and all the wisdom he has obtained during his life, both the joys and the sorrows. It ended with him red faced and breathing hard, his daughter looking cooliy at him, and just proclaiming "Fine, I still like the dwarf's version better." Before making a grand escape into her bedroom. Daren was at a total loss for words, looking about the house for something that needed breaking, and finding his old suit of armor, bundled up in a closet in dire need of repair. Snatching it up, along with some tools, and managing to slam every door he could in the house without breaking anything, he went to the smithy to vent some frustration.
Coming back at nearly nightfall, sweating and slightly burned from the heat of the forge, Daren stomped into the house ready to continue the discussion with his daughter, only to find her putting the finishing touches on a kingly dinner. Greeting him with a kiss on the cheek and a quick hug, She flashed him a quirky half smile that was a mirror image of an expression only few had ever seen from him and simply saying, "The suit looks good Dad, go wash up, dinner's almost done. And I love you too."
Daren stood there for moments that seemed like minutes before the realization hit him. He sighed wearily, then smiled with such a joy, that would light up a room. And in that way, the foundation for the relationship between father and daughter was begun.
It should be said, they tried very hard, for the sake of Jil's nerves to modulate their voices whenever she was around. In every kiss goodnight, they both hoped that she wouldn't see the smirks and the steely glints in their eyes that were the forshadow of the next argument of their love.
This was a high point in Daren's life, and he felt more alive now then he had in months. Then why was he afraid of something large, dark, and hidden, looming on the horizon, just waiting to engulf him?
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« on: November 29, 2006, 02:57:22 pm »
*Harkens back to the days before the wizards came to the coast, a lower AC was good, and the reverse mathematics required to resolve combat held sway over all*
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« on: November 21, 2006, 01:58:20 pm »
And as of now, yes, that shall be the official time. And Lyta, don't worry about 15 minutes late, that's one of the reasons I wanted to move it so far ahead, as to make sure we had plenty of time, so I don't mind waiting.
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« on: November 20, 2006, 05:57:51 pm »
Acting as part bump, and also one last call... Seems that the common day is Friday, the day after Thanksgiving. I'd like to bump the time up by three hours however( Event detail), starting at 4 EST instead of my "normal" 7. I did this because that gives us plenty of time to set up, tear down, discuss, etc. I would go earlier, but Tryptophan will probably tell me to sleep until at least noon that day. And I'm extremely grumpy if approached within the first 3 hours of my awakening. Taking that another way, there's also another event starting at 7 PM (EST) that night, and I wouldn't want to keep any who may want to participate in that from it. It also pretty much eliminates the chance of multiple parties running into each other. If this does not work for all, please let me know, judging from the above, Lyta sounds like the only one that may have an issue. Things can be moved earlier in the day much easier in the day than later, however, due to that quest at 7. You may have to just deal with grumpy me for a little bit
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