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« on: October 16, 2008, 01:33:17 am »
Silverhand is around, but I can't seem to log into the server with him. I've tried by no go. Other characters work fine. He was last logged out in Saudria if my memory serves but I did try all the servers with him.
I'm interested in the jewelry which I intend to freely give to the church of Toran.
He has by far too much coin, no worries there.
//PS Fixed him... If I see you in the Server Status, he'll log in and find you.
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« on: October 16, 2008, 01:31:45 am »
Silverhand is around, but I can't seem to log into the server with him. I've tried by no go. Other characters work fine. He was last logged out in Saudria if my memory serves but I did try all the servers with him.
I'm interested in the Duegar Full plate which I intend to freely give to the church of Toran.
He has by far too much coin, no worries there.
//PS Fixed him... If I see you in the Server Status, he'll log in and find you.
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« on: October 09, 2008, 01:01:23 am »
*The old decrepit man, smelling of a swampy bog, is seen in town, walking and asking the wereabouts of the auctioneer. He gives his name as Silver and can be found in Saundria.*
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« on: September 28, 2008, 01:24:27 am »
*Silverhand scrawls his note, offering his tender*
100,000 coin.
Silver.
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« on: September 28, 2008, 01:22:12 am »
*Silverhand scrawls an edgy hand on the board...*
150,000 true.
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« on: September 18, 2008, 12:00:37 am »
*A halfing is seen to read the notice and, later, send word via bird of his interest.*
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« on: August 31, 2008, 11:18:15 pm »
*Zod finds the trading company and makes inquiries about rings to make one wiser.*
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« on: August 28, 2008, 11:55:02 pm »
Portrait for Zod Madgut.
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« on: August 16, 2008, 03:21:50 pm »
*Mip sends a note of intention.*
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« on: August 05, 2008, 12:09:58 am »
*An old man, smelling of moss and wilt, gathers to the tribute. He stands before it resolutely for nearly an hour, head bowed. The sun glints off his tanned and bald head while the whiskers of his grey beard contrast to a once silver robe. He turns slowly and then walks off moving with grace not seen in a man of his obvious age.*
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« on: July 20, 2008, 02:36:52 am »
A year the master spoke of and a year I have waited. I have begun the journey now, knowing full well what is intended to my future and where it lay. This I tell myself most humbly for only within one's own self can the truth of your being bring to be what is possible.
I am what I am but I shall become the vision of what may.
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« on: June 08, 2007, 01:22:29 am »
I have traveled the depth and finally understand the masters words. For it is not in the power of the body but by the power of the mind that a great being does truly become it's potential.
I traveled with many a great warrior, wizard and healer this day. In the lands of Dregar, they showed me about, here and there. Near to bragging over their skills and then we went deep into the caves of giants. Great fearsome things with fists that would crush a man or leave him sensless.
Deeper we journeyed when we found a door. They bade me to open it and ever gave me tools to make the job possible. The regret weighs heavy on my heart now, for I opened that door. Before, the giants had gathered in great numbers, paying omage to their king. A king of kings for it was a worm of great power. They saw it, renewed their strength and continued onward.
In that moment, as I watched each member drop to the ground, dead beneath the dragons claws, I learned the power of the mind. For in my self realization, I saw their ruin and saved myself. Pride be as deadly as the viper's venom.
The Tattoo:
Above his chest and below his neckline, the dragon's eye looks on as the maw drips with blood. It is framed in the edges of an open book. The opposite page, the three heads of a gnome, dwarf and elf.
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« on: June 02, 2007, 03:08:56 am »
Mips there!
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« on: June 01, 2007, 02:30:28 am »
How life's directions turn as a river overflows it's banks. In these past weeks, I have met many that have turned my thoughts and focused them to concentrated effort.
Master Beli Tenker, a dwarf. He offered to take me back into those mountains near Vehl. Just us two, we fought as I showed him my meager skills against the snow-while creatures there. We spent much time together and when we parted ways, I spend a day in careful pondry on the edge outside his dwarven home, watching each flake fall upon the pass below me.
Master Krysthalien, an elven. How he moved as I watched him parry blows that would cleave giant in two only to turn it back at the attacker. His grace has been unparalleled. When I left his side in the desert, I found a shelter spot near the town of Audria to dwell on his careful, calculated style. At the water's edge, I spent a week thinking on his few words and his heart felt will to help.
Master Cideous, a gnome. With dextrous skill beyond that of even Krysthalien, he dodged a slipped through blow after blow, surrounded by giants that would crush me with a single hit. He used his size to his advantage, and like a piece of frozen ice, he slide through his opponents striking with unerring accuracy. In leaving the cave of giants, I found a dark spot where a small spring has forced it's way through the great earth, and calmed myself for introspection as he bade me.
In all 3, the dwarf, the gnome and the elf, they reinforced that great will and great concentration. I have found my meager physical skills through exertion and experience...now I focus within to become an initiate of an order in mine own way.
The tattoo:
At the base on my skull, at the back of my head, below my hair line, a bald head looking down in thought. The features seem that of any race while the strain and focus is accentuated with a glow from behind.
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« on: May 27, 2007, 02:05:07 am »
//OOC Post: Based on Mip's sea elf hertiage and intent on being a monk, I am using his past knowledge and basic affinity with water, to begin self-teaching him the basics skills to becoming an entry0level monk. With each experience with various "forms of water" I have tried to come up with various revelations to continue with his self-taught nature. As he grows closer to level 9 and 10, I have begun making learning from monk's about me and attempting to fight lesser creatures with only my hands as I can not weild a kama.
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« on: May 27, 2007, 12:10:08 am »
*written in a strong hand, sure and deft*
My skills grow with each day as I continue to teach myself inner appreciation and dedication. Oh, like the water I draw strength and insight from, it is but a drop in the ocean but I learn and learn.
I have seen the snowy water that falls from the sky and only now to I understand the powers and insight I have gained from it. Just as the snowflake is the representation for individuality...for artistic impression... for beauty. Ice can be deadly.
Ice, an amazing substance, for when the cold takes your heart, water will freeze. In the mountains ourside Vehl, I sat with dwarven teachers that Garnet Stonesoul told me to speak with. We sat in upon the rocks, near to my death from cold as the old master spilled his canteen upon rocks before us. We spent 3 days in meditation together as we spoke not a word. On the morning of the 4 day, he explained how the frozen water turned to shards that split the stone, then rose and, grabbing the rocks with his hands, shattered them easily.
He walked away with only a few words tossed over his shoulder, "Mind then body, learn my friend of both..."
It almost makes me laught to think what a simpleton I was months ago when I first arrived. I still think of his words.
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« on: May 23, 2007, 02:29:47 am »
So, I was moving this weekend and just got my internet connection back up. I should be good for Sat.
Mip!
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« on: May 16, 2007, 11:04:54 am »
*shakes his head as he writes*
This day was both fraught with beauty and with peril. I was sleeping at the water's edge outside of Vehl when some adventuring travellers were discussing a trip into the nearby mountains.
It was in these high peaks, I have found wonder in a sight never seen by mine own eyes before. My half-elf guide, Tyrian she called herself, pointed to the skyies as we passed the fortified walls of some dwarven stronghold, and said a single word, "Snow." How wonderous. Each piece would take a artisan a lifetime to carve and no piece was alike, as the sky was filled with pieces like the night is filled with stars. And how she smiles as my eye lit up... upon the back of my hand, the "Snow" became water as it brought a small chill too me.
While this was indeed the high for me, there was a low. Not more than a few minutes later, farther between the peaks, Tyrian and her friend fell. I escaped only that she gave her life to slow them down, bless her.
When I found myself back in town, 1/2 frozen from the journey of sneaking ever so slowly around anything that crossed our paths, I could only return to the water's edge where they found me. To think on the frailities of life and the wonder of what "Snow" might teach me.
The Tattoo:
On the calf, a 3" diameter snowflake, the bottom 1/3rd melted in a pool upon which lies a figure at rest, possibly human or elf.
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« on: May 16, 2007, 03:15:39 am »
I spent my day in excerise finished with practicing my stretches and agility. It was raining this day as I once again sitting watching the foamy brook outside of the wall of Hempstead. Already, I am more limber than I have been in all my life when my eye caught something at the edge of my vision that sparked a thought.... or I should say sparkled a thought.
I stared both in amazement and wonder as a simple bead of water slid down the wall of the old shack. It moved too and fro, slipping and sliding, both part of the wall but of it's own accord. And then much like my own thoughts, it gave inspiration for more practice. With no weapons, I practiced and practiced my dodging skills, moving those the windy willows like they were opponents. Punching the cat tailed weeds until my arms sagged from exertion.
Maybe it is my life as a sea elf that has brought me here but I find solace in the forms of water. So here I sit again, listening to the bubbling brook as I meditate on my person.
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« on: May 11, 2007, 02:02:13 am »
Braced at the edge of some river to the north of a forest that has obviously fell to some long lost disaster, I was caught by the simple beauty of the flowing river. Oh, it was a sight, so wide and seemingly fresh as the air began to smell of rain. I looked up with my face to the stars to feel each drop pitter patter upon my face and smiled.
My good traveling companion Hotaru, though I cannot speak his name so well, stood off in the distance speaking with some short dwarven girl. The best I could say was Shdrwarfghs ... I will practice.
He stood talking as I watched the dance upon the water. Rain drops falling so free, so quick. The water lapping at the edge. The air, so chrisp and clean. It wasn't until Hotaru tapped my shoulder that I moved again.
Amazing, to be caught in such balance and then we moved on. For we were found by a new friend Rose, how she hums when she sees me. I always humm back. She was headed for a town she call Krandor and the crypts there in. Oh, it was deadly. Skeletons of massive power. Zombies that made my skin crawl. I slashed and faught but really followed Rose. I saw unspeakable things that I dare not write hear lest I remember them more. We lost poor Hotaru's finger but it was replaced with as many bandages as we could find. He should be ok.
When we left, though I did not know it, we gave some ashes to a wee girl who's smile did make my heart melt a bit. Sweet as could be.
Twas an interesting adventure. I return now to the waters edge to find that peace and calm I have seeked. I believe it now to be mediation in some form. It is in the dance of the drops that I have honed my expertise with dodging foes. To slip between their lunging blades and out reached arms as smooth as any warrior.
The Tattoo:
A hand holding a weighing balance. On one side, it's outstretched finger has been cut off by a corpse-like face from behind. On the other side of the balance, a river flowing from rain poors drops from the hand above. Below each side of the balance, the closed eyes of someone in serene mediation.
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