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Messages - Red Monkey
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« on: January 01, 2006, 07:13:00 pm »
Oh I see the whole picture and it's understandable and all. Small price to pay and all that.
But it's a hurdle I did not see coming and it just aggravates me to no end....doing something constructive as a character has been hard as of late and it's hard to see the long term right now.
Just been a crabby week.
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« on: January 01, 2006, 06:02:00 pm »
Just found out the hard way a tailor table doesnt work without a badge....
Crafting for me is off again on again....don't have a lot of time to gather stuff and wheel-deal it yet.
Finding out I need to shell out 750 gold to stay a level 3 tailor that cannot sell his product yet...
Well as a level 5 character who may have seen 800 gold total so far..no thanks.
No crafting for me, for any character.
First real sour note.
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« on: December 29, 2005, 01:25:00 pm »
Hmmm how would that deal with a darkness generator which is obviously being used....
Most likely fiends replaying a screening of Ishtar and destroying the essence of light...
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« on: December 29, 2005, 01:21:00 pm »
Yes! Yes! Yes!
*toss...thwack*
Legions of Monkey form Rangers......*runs off to reform Shaw Brother films*
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« on: December 29, 2005, 01:15:00 pm »
Bum to Pole
(cause pants were invented to hide ALL forms of shame)
Critical acclaim......Or Cash
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« on: December 29, 2005, 09:25:00 am »
*various doodles involving geometric diagrams of buildings and apparently tunnels...*
Interior connections for small villages may improve defenses in case of a raid...but not against ants or giant moles. Are there giant moles? Investigate.
Record peoples feet sizes and footwear, if it is as different as I suspect then it could become a great way of tracking miscreants on the scene....Perhaps free foot rubs could work...nooo.
*Quite a few columns of figures, most of them not adding up and crossed out*
Other than problems in getting a supply of silk....tanning oils and acids are expensive. I don't have an aptitude for alchemy but I guess I have to try again, only way my tailoring can make any money for me. Get big gloves and cheap helmet in case I spill dangerous items or have another "Blue Cloud" incident. Maybe someone knows about spider repellant, it sure would help.
Ohhh never forget the sales and gifts of components for Arcanists...connections pay down the road ya know. I want better armor...or something...bloody peers are getting fancy blades and other sily gimmicks. Should I start trying to build traps? Every group so far loves rushing into battle...keep an eye out for the tools needed anyway.
Find some way to make permanent flowers....wood? Fabric? Or something else frilly and pretty in case of meeting evil ladies again....I believe it may paralyze them, for a few minutes at least.
Finish up song book....print book clearly for immediate use.
get milk and eggs...
Finish new clothing...NO Purple!
Put out the cat.....get cat and then put it out.
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« on: December 29, 2005, 06:36:00 am »
Nice to see a trend of returning veterans to the world and I look forward to annoying, teasing, having fun with you and yours.
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« on: December 29, 2005, 06:31:00 am »
*Written in an uncharacteristic hurry, no date indication*
All these long days of contemplation and grinding of teeth are over! I have cleared the fog that has wandered over my thoughts of late and understand. The clergy is not my fate and is no longer my goal and it took a journey with a paladin of another god to make this clear. This is not a somber thought by any means for I see where my own life can be the beacon I wish it to be.
The day was promising to be a long journey to Port Hampshire to investigate a letter delivery when I heard the telltales conversations regarding rat-men, goblins and suchlike. Thankfully my offer of help was taken up and our party of four cleared the area of goblins and then decended upon the sewers to clear the vermin therein. All the while it seemed Hubris was making friends by simply being what he is....and it suddenly struck me the truth in that. We also were able to plumb the depths of the crypts for one of our party. Although I have the same task of retreiving the essence of a foul undead creature I come to suspect the motives of our local undertaker and will never fullfill his request until proof of his ultimate character, good or otherwise, is revealed to me. Simply because a thing is asked for does not mean it must be done by rote.
Now I can use the strengths given to me by birth for the glory of Toran and all instead of worrying about what I think I can do or wish I could do. I was giften with reason and will travel this path with relish. My heart has become lit anew and my step is lighter than it has been since my calling here.
Let justice prevail.
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« on: December 28, 2005, 12:43:00 pm »
*Current date and time for the posting as before*
I have found a great deal of information on the posting board for the local inn as of late as well as the stray conversations in Hlint. It is not truly honorable to eavsdrop but if people wish to stand in the street and talk loudly, I cannot judge thier motives. It is time to move forward.
This motion must be in competence and spirit, too many conversations have had unpleasant coloring regarding faith. There are those apprently without any faith at all, those who are quietly with spirit and then the evangelicals of all sides. All the good intention can be repeatedly defeated by a lack of information on others and the supposed "facts" discussed. I will enjoy gathering information to avoid common pitfalls and even help point others to thier own conclusions regarding our land. We are our beliefs and experiences and no one can see the same thing as thier neighbors do. Many things can only be learned and not taught in any fashion.
Is this wisdom? Or the empirical facts I observe them to be?
I still fear I do not have the suffient gravity to attempt straddling the sacred and the profane. More weight is needed.
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« on: December 28, 2005, 10:08:00 am »
As did I...halfling duty and all that.
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« on: December 28, 2005, 08:20:00 am »
Oh it has been some time since my last chapter entry, but such times indeed! with certainty but the days were amazing!
First off that Wagonmaster finally coughed up the reward for that smelly goblin chief's head I brought him. Oh it pained him to part with it no matter his outward smile but I don't care cause I got it in the end. A fine pair of boots that help the eternal footwork needed for my position, worth the wait but not the aggravation. On a better note I have not gotten a single snotty glance when I carry and count out the moneyand loot gained on such adventures, it's about time people knew I don't play silly buggers with fair portions. Defeats the point don't it?
Lamenting my lack of general funds I decided to completely apply myself to the issue in the manner only a true halfling can muster, I entered an entertainment competition at the Leilon Inn. A smashing sucess I must say even if my competition was a bit thin, all is fair in love, money or war, especially money...not usually war actually. I was surprised my song/tale was recieved as well as it was, given some of the audience may have lacked the character to understand it. Poor poor humanity, you could use more halflings in your lives. Granted the cash prize (5000 gold!) was a tempting thing but there was also a bag known to lessen the weight a poor struggling man like myself tends to carry. Once notified about the obvious vote in my favor the bag truly became worth it's lack of weight in gold. Derrick himself from the Inn delivered the prize while I was about to attempt a postage delivery near Stone....stupid, brave, the mail must go on!
The vote stands at stupid! Read on gentle reader....
Perhaps as a grand gesture Mr. Derrick decided I needed escort to the Fort I was delivering to, grand gestures pale in the face of his skill and determination. I witnessed strange statues and dungeonlike entrances along the countryside. This bodes well for a growing master of traps like myself, I could use these rusting skills at last with a determined group of friends. We fought against animated scarecrows for the benefit of Mr. Part....there may be a song in that. Then came the mobs of bird faced thugs he called Kenku. Relentless, magic using, crow headed murderers they were. Mr. Derrick slew a score of them while I kept out of range of his deadly dance with the blade, throwing the occasional dart since gaining thier attention would have meant certain death. Actually it did mean certain death although they had to run like never before to catch me. Work for your meals you crow faced harrigans! Mr. Derrick did mention that there were far too many there to be right and I take a small amount of solice in that. Very small.
Even passing through the welcoming dark stopped me not...having thought ahead and attached my will to the local port area it was simple for Mr. Derick to haul me back to my, ah, grave site. Ugh I hate that term, must think of another. Deliver the mail we did and also look for lost cows...and as I sumised that loosing a cow in the Fort Rilara area is certain death for the cow. In this case...Griffon Chow. Oh but the fields, the rivers and the beauty of the surrounding land...and all the pretty things to be found in such areas...my new bag worked wonders for fine furs other such geegaws and gimcracks. And my share....incredible...and put into the local bank with the speed of very speedy things!
At last time grew short for this grand journey and I took a reluctant leave of Mr. Derrick as he went forth to scout the area of Stone for continued enemy activity. I did find my self back at Mr. Part's farm to deliver a final letter in the timely fashion only a halfling can produce. It also seems I have exusted the needs of Krandor and Hlint in that area or work....huzzah! My feet, tough as they are were a bit tired of fleeing shadows and worse out in the wilds.
And in that town of Krandor I was unfortunate to meet Chanda as I found out here name to be later. A "high" preistess of a murderous god by her own admission, she was a real ray of sunshine.....in the high desert. Saying the gods care not for halflings? Watching me fight for my life against what I am told is an Assassin Vine. Just nasty and vile and preoccupied with maggots in her speeches. Thankfully she has not the wit and guile of a halfling so we parted with myself in the decided advantage of the conversation. Is it wrong to want to slip a blade into her corrupt organs? Does she talk a good game but never cross the line? That would be sick indeed to shut yourself off from everyone just to act the evil siren. Hopefully I will get the full story someday soon and a lovely bounty to bring back her head....or at least help.
With all the events of late I find myself looking at them as stories to be shared, after the boring bits and pieces have been trimmed of course. Maybe a joke, maybe wild running skit. To be a true bard or continue to play about as I have so far.....it seems a waste and a great amount of fun at the same time. Decisions decisions. Oh and I have made another step on the road to Master Tailor!!!!...*scribbles....scratched out and illegible*
Well I don't hurt my fingers as much.
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« on: December 22, 2005, 01:20:00 pm »
I sense a new proficiency and craftable item line forming.....
Plastic Surgery! (We can sharpen your ears back to the good old days)
Personal Traners (Yea you used to be a big mean orc, but your flab onna slab if you don't lift those KNEES!)
Professional Analysts! (Sometimes a lightning bolt is just a lightning bolt, it's a random roll and you know that Elminster.....)
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« on: December 21, 2005, 09:50:00 am »
A bit of underdone beef or undigested potato is to blame for all this,
BAH! Humbug!
*Slips on a stocking cap with mistletoe dangling from the top*
Bloody pixies in my dressing closet again..
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« on: December 20, 2005, 04:22:00 pm »
Conspiracy!!!
They have Doc talking straight....you know I'm right...
Not of the body!
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« on: December 20, 2005, 01:50:00 pm »
*Pulls out a large hatpin*
Hmmm the only things compatible between the two games will be scripts and dialouge....
This would require a rather complete rebuild.....card updates in players systems....*continues to count small details*...the server upgrade alone...hmmm
I like a good maniacal laugh by a GM as much as the next person...but I think thier bluffing
*POP*
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« on: December 20, 2005, 12:00:00 pm »
Naw that's just the computer world...
Just turn your head away from the monitor like so.... *struggles*
Like so....*strains*
Nooooooo!
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« on: December 20, 2005, 11:29:00 am »
I will never have spare money...never ever... Diabolical 
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« on: December 20, 2005, 11:15:00 am »
GM on GM violence....is this what ths product foretells?
*Sigh*
Between Layo...Oblivion and NWN2....it looks like I'm back to being a shut in.
YAAAAY!
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« on: December 20, 2005, 11:10:00 am »
I've had near misses in the past on other systems with such behavior but the scale of this hurts the intestines.
Two of my characters had met most of these people at one time or another in a tangental manner....never got to hang with them at length but who knows......yargh!
But I must go bathe now anyway....alot....with bleach.
Oh...and go donate to these folks...the hours of work alone to make this an open and shut case is amazing.
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« on: December 20, 2005, 08:08:00 am »
*Smuggins looks over the list*
That's all well and good given I have no gold on me from moment to moment, costs too much to stay alive let alone gain money to buy this tripe. Hope he suffocates under it.
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