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« on: June 03, 2009, 11:43:51 am »
Description: I have a rogue who used the book Fooled You to cast a Displacement spell on 1st June 2009. The spell cast fine and worked as expected. However, when I went to use the book a short time later (10 mins or so), it had fallen from 25 charges to 2 following that single use and would not allow me to cast that spell again. Location: Not relevant - item is called Fooled You, but it happened in the Red Goblins Cave, if that helps. Verified: See attached screen grab (trimmed to Info Panel for size)  Reproducable: I used a book called Permutations on Protection in Hlint, to cast Protection from Evil and it worked and dropped the charges from 25 to 23 as it should have.
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« on: May 31, 2009, 10:25:39 am »
///OOC so everyone can understand me
This was a brilliant game run by Funnypsuedonym where a group had to clear out some spiders and go to a wedding as honoured guests. We were even offered 200,000 Trues if we came up to scratch (yes, I know what you are thinking. Too good to be true? Well. it turned out that way).
Why I am writing this is that a giant thank you to Pseud is due as what a laugh we all had in this game. I have never laughed so much in-game at the antics and comments from other players and others said they even had tears in their eyes from laughing. Why was it funny? Well after the intro, which in itself caused some laughs, we had to kill a bunch of spiders, then to attend a wedding - but the wedding had some strict codes we had to adhere to as individuals, and our compliance or lack would dictate the money we got.
I see you reading between the lines already: you got it. Some of the PCs played their characters and got it right (as per the instructions); other played their characters and got it wrong (as per the instructions). Oh how we laughed. We had to, sip wine and burp, introduce others and not yourself, always talk in the 3rd person, oh, and the final one - throw wedding cake at the bride and/or groom - but not at their faces. What a laugh.
Absolutely brilliant Pseud and keep it up. Oh, and the other players without whom this may have been a disaster? In no particular order...
Victoria Liberalis, Revone Starr, Liar Muck, Abigail Firesteed, Buddy Tenker, Argali Trueaxe, Oma Limetree and last but not least, Cardin Stormcaller
Featuring Funny pseudonym as the Prince of Meekness
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« on: May 28, 2009, 05:28:09 pm »
(A scribbled note is pinned to a tree beside the campsite in the Goblin Wastelands) "Ah wis oot fur a waander wi' Guillaume Magnius, an' we went intae ra Rid Goabllin Caves fur tae get me sum salt, an' we came across a scene frae sumwan's hell. Well, 'at's whit Guil said, ah jist thinks they wis stupit oar maybe drunk? Anyway, 'ere wis nae loot tae 'liberate' so ah chipped a wee bit aff each fur a keepsake memento like." ~~ duchess
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« on: May 16, 2009, 12:22:38 pm »
Ah huv sum 'speshul work that wid be ideal for young men only who are keen practishunners o' divine magic. - Easy joab
- Nae real skills needed
- Guid pay
- Generous time aff
- Free dental plan (ye'll get yer teeth bashed in fur free if ye dae a runner oan ra joab)
If y'ur interestit, contact me in Vehl, oar leave a message wi' 'is post. ~~ signed [SIZE=18]Ridevulwan[/SIZE][/I]
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« on: April 26, 2009, 03:37:41 pm »
Funnypseudonum ran a quest today which I would like to thank him for. There were well over a dozen PCs involved, from low to high levels, traps and encounters.
He outlined the problem (the Toranites had built a facility in which they had placed an 'artefact' that would pacify violent offenders, but they had lost contact with the warders inside the prison and needed a party to find out why), and ported us all to the DM area when we were ready to go.
It ran fluidly and without hitch and that was down to his control and handling of such a diverse party. It was fast, furious and challenging.
Thanks Funnypseudonym, and I promise I will stay away from trapped doors in the future.
~ Eleandilethessa Quil'lyn
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« on: April 06, 2009, 05:16:47 pm »
I hope this is of some use.
Since installing the new control file (layo_controlv3r7.hak) and the talk file (layonara_v22.tlk), I am getting lots of ERROR: TOO MANY INSTRUCTIONS errors.
The scripts reported at fault are:
pwfxp and NW_SKELETON.
I have seen this fault reported with one character who is a dark elf - I haven't yet checked to see if it happens with any of my other characters yet, or if any other players have seen the same thing.
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« on: March 28, 2009, 07:37:44 am »
A big thanks to procure (I hope I have his GM name correct) for sorting my headless look.
I had picked a head when I was building my new character but other players couldn't see it in-game. Procure came in when I was playing and changed my head to one that was visible. I have also taken the opportunity to upload the portraits for this character as well, as they are (apparently) not standard Layonara ones either.
Many thanks for your help. It's this sort of thing that raises Layo even more above the other few good servers out there.
~ Eleandilethessa Quil'lyn
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« on: March 26, 2009, 04:15:38 pm »
*a scribbled note on the notice board of the inn*
Dae ye need an escort?
Dae ye need anythin' collectit?
Dae ye huv any 'delicate' jobs needin' dain?
Nothin's too big or too sma'. Competitive prices gi'en. Money refund if you kin get the same service fur less money.
Oh, an' we're guid at keepin' wur gubs shut, sos wees ur, if'n ye catch ma drift. (appears to be an afterthought, written as it is in what appears to be some dark red ink?)
See Ma Baker (she's the wan in white) at the Scamp's Mug, or in 'e vicinity o' Hempstead.
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« on: March 26, 2009, 09:12:43 am »
Ah huv a boax i aloes fur tae sell tae the furst persin wi' a thoosand in trues, so ah huv.
~ Eleandilethessa Quil'lyn
Selt it tae Fleur, so ah did.
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« on: March 25, 2009, 06:47:47 am »
Not a problem that I am expecting or indeed wanting anyone to fix, but thought it worth mentioning in case others are having the same problem.
One of the problems I have had as an early adopter of Google's Chrome is that is doesn't always show or display items on web pages as the author intended them to be: such as the LORE link doesn't appear in Chrome.
The other problem I have just been struggling with is how to upload custom portraits, and after nearly an hour, remembered I was using Chrome, switched to Internet Explorer and bingo, there were the missing upload elements I knew had to be there.
So if you use Chrome and you even remotely can't do what you think you should be able to in Layonara, switch to IE or Firefox and you will be sorted.
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« on: March 23, 2009, 05:39:04 pm »
I am looking to buy 1 or 2 Iron Shortswords.
Money is an object so may only be able to afford one.
~Eleandilthessa Quil'lyn
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« on: March 23, 2009, 05:24:10 pm »
I just know that someone out there has a solution to a new problem I have come across.
I have created my new character, chosen skin and hair colors etc., and chosen a body and head style. I think she looks quite cute, but that's the problem. In-game, no-one else can see her head at all. If I put a full face helmet or a hood on, they can see that okay, but take it off, and - no head.
Her portrait is fine, it's the actual model that doesn't show on anyone else's computer.
Any ideas how I get her head to show in-game to other players?
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« on: March 18, 2009, 06:25:17 pm »
Please contact me if you have an Eagle's Splendour Amulet you are willing to sell.
Most Sincerely,
~ Xaltotun
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« on: March 18, 2009, 05:12:44 pm »
Okay, so ah'm a dark elf, so what?
It's no as if ah'm any worse'n some o' thae other toerags you see gien' it laldy aboot their gods, an' all. Ah mean, I bumped intae a few guys fae Corath, and these eejits thought they wis ded nasty like, 'cos they had joined up tae a party an' follied them an' a', then at the end, they'd hoovered a bit o' jugglery and shot the craw.
Bunch o' moron's if'n ye ask me - an' some o' thaem wis pure ded mocket an' awe an' wan wis sae glaikit he couldni see twae fit in front o' him. Fer creased masel, ah tell ye.
Garbage man, pure garbage.
Now, evil wis me an' some new guys ah'd met the ither night (tell ye that story anither time, no). We wis in Port Hempstead an' had tanned the guy that wis wreckin' the drains, when we saw a wean hidin' in the corner fae us.
Well me an' Dunderheid walkt over tae him an' asked him whit the problem wis, like. An' the wee bugg*# (nae swearin', right?) startit bawlin' his bleedin' een oot.
So me an Dunderheid asks him whit it's a' aboot, right, as you do, an' we gets the fill story, like.
Turns oot the rug rat hid tae take some readies tae the baker, so we offert tae help him oot and dae it fae him. Before we left though, the wean had jist gone an' caught his sleeve on Dunderheid's cuff, so he cuts his cuff to let the wean go. Nae harm, nae foul.
So aff we go, me, Dunderheid and the Guv'nor (that's whit Dunderheid ca's him, but I think he's a bit o' a chancer too, with his posh accent an' a'. Time will tell, my ol' man always used to say. An' by the way, while I 'member, there's that other hard man, he thinks, whose always just oot o' sight, like.
Anyway, where wis ah? Aye, well, aff we go and guess whit? There's the Scamp's Mug an' I swear by Vierdri’ira's teats, it wis as if the ale wis callin' tae us, so ins we went tae tan a few cans. Well, ye know whit it's like; wan can leads to anither yin and afore ye know it, we wis aw blootert.
Last thing I knew wis I was ootside among the trees oan mah ain. Must've bin goin' fer a p?@#" (almost anither slip there) .. goin' to releeve masell.
And that wis that, so it wis.
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« on: March 18, 2009, 07:30:10 am »
*A mugging in Port Hempstead - How the Baker Street Gang started*
He heard a knock at the door and a small cough to attract his attention.
The guardsman looked up from the paperwork on his overflowing desk and put on a smile. 'Good evening madam. What can I do for you?' He asked, while wondering why he ever took this promotion.
He looked at the time – it is past midnight and I have still not had any supper, he thought. He looked at the woman in front of him – she not only looked as if she has not her supper either, she looked as if a good wash would not go amiss as well. And that smell?
The old woman cleared her throat again, as if unsure of her words. 'Sorry t' bother you sir, but me mind is worrying me an' I wasn't sure if I should tell someone or not.'
The guardsman improved his smile, hoping it would look welcoming rather than the way he really felt. 'Speak up freely my good woman, you have nothing to fear here.'
With a stammer, the newcomer began. 'As you know sir, I help around the the city's sewers, an' well, earlier tonight a strange party approached me asking fer work.
'Well, the pipes had become clogged again – I 'ave reported this before but the council seem unable t' do anything about ...'
'Please, my good woman,' the guard interrupted the sudden outpouring, 'tell me what happened.'
'Sorry sir, it's just that..' A withering look brought her back to the main story.
'Sorry sir. Well, there were three 'o them, or perhaps there was a fourth, but he was always in the background, like a shadow, and it was...'
The guard looked pained as the woman wandered off again in her story.
'Sorry sir. As I was saying these three, or four, asked fer work and I tole them t' go down an' clear the drains.
'Well they was gone for some time, but then they comes back an' the woman, I think she was a woman, said she had found the problem an' sorted it, so according t' the bye-laws, I rewarded them then left them t' come an' report the drains were working again, and write another request t' get the drains fixed....'
The man looked pointedly. 'And? There is more to this than a simple repair of the drains, hmm?'
She looked abashed again as she realised she was back on her old hobby-horse. 'Sorry sir. Yes, there is. Well, I had left them t' come here, but then remembered something and was heading back t' where I last saw them.
'As I neared the barrier beside the sewers, I could hear three or four voices talking harshly – their accents were really strange, except the small one who sounded quite cultured really. I wonder if he is from some...'
The guardsman coughed to bring the woman on track again.
'Sorry sir. Anyway, there was also this kid too. Little nipper and well, I couldn't really make it out, but it seems he was on an errand t' deliver some money t' the baker for his mum.
'Anyway, he was hiding. But the woman and the tall man walked up t' him as they was talking t' him, see?
'The little guy, the tall man called him
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