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« on: January 14, 2008, 09:56:52 pm »
I am in need of them. I will pay well.
Magus Del'Mar
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« on: January 14, 2008, 04:45:07 pm »
Running around in the desert on dregar over the last few days I have come across a bug of sorts. I was shifted and fully buffed when everything was removed, inculding my shifted form (druid shifter).
This occured once in the topaz cave with the dragon and then on two different days, in the exact same spot outisde of the Topaz caves up where the giants spawn.
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« on: December 10, 2007, 12:48:54 am »
I am in need of Garlic, Aloe, and Greenstone dust. I can pay with coin or powerful enchants. What ever feeds your avarice.
Magus Del'Mar
664
« on: November 28, 2007, 02:21:39 pm »
I am willing to pay for crates of eggs and jars of honey. I am also willing to trade enchantments and even scrolls for the services.
Magus Del'Mar
665
« on: October 24, 2007, 10:17:45 am »
I am taking a two week "buisness" trip to Thailand and just wanted to give a heads up to some of the people who have been doing "buisness" with the man in black.
Behave, because he will be back before you know it!
666
« on: October 12, 2007, 02:01:02 am »
667
« on: October 04, 2007, 03:33:46 pm »
I am looking for someone who has skill with a shovel. I will pay for crates of Ring Molds.
Magus Del'Mar
668
« on: September 12, 2007, 08:53:04 pm »
When I start the game, it goes to where I can select play. I select play and it then brings up the Atari screen. I can then hit enter to skip it and move to the bioware/wizard of the coast screens and skip them if I want. I am even able to watch the entire cinematic show. After that it goes to a blank black screen and I have to minimize and close NWN. I can not get past that.
Any ideas?
669
« on: September 02, 2007, 07:17:23 pm »
I have been so swamped over the last three months with med school and now the start of football (I do my part in the local community as a volunteer Head Coach for ages 12-13). I just wanted to let everyone know I miss you and often find myself laughing when I think about the times I have shared with some of you in game. I hope everyone is doing well and send my best wishes to you.
I know a lot of you might not even know me and will probably scan over this without a seconds thought...but be warned, Daralith will be back soon!!! Daralith still has been plans for the herd! =)
The Ever Polite,
Daralith Del'Mar
P.S. I know it is late, but congratulations to the last round of DMs. I knew you would make it and I can only imagine how much you have added to the community. I look forward to seeing some of your quests in the very near future.
670
« on: June 03, 2007, 12:13:04 pm »
I am paying well for the services and collections of Spider Silk. I am easily found about the trade markets.
Magus Del'Mar
671
« on: April 22, 2007, 12:34:20 am »
I know this post here by L may seem very clear to people, and it was to me. http://www.layonara.com/layonara-server-rules/112440-level-request-servers.htmlHowever someone starting talking with me and in their opinion, 17+ means level 18 or higher. I disagreed and felt that 7+ and 17+ mean just that, levels 7 and higher, or levels 17 and higher. Now it is not a big deal, but I started thinking about the different cultures and people are from different areas. After all L is from Canada!!! It got me thinking about the differences between countries and a possible missunderstanding. After all America is the only country that can't get with the metric program. So I guess I am asking if in Canada, since L wrote this, is 7+/17+ the same as it is here in the US? hehe Edit: Ok I just heard L lives in California, but I am sure he knows someone from Canada. =)
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« on: April 20, 2007, 07:10:25 am »
I am in need of wheat flour. I am looking for around 4 crates give or take. I will be in the city of Hempstead for the next moon working in the halls of magic. Do not come bothering me without the at least one crate of wheat flour per visit...
Magus Del'Mar
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« on: April 20, 2007, 07:07:28 am »
I am in need of these items by the crate fulls. Don't bother asking how many, just start delivering and I shall pay for them. I will be in the city of Hempstead for the next moon working in the halls of magic. Do not come bothering me without the pecans...
Magus Del'Mar
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« on: April 20, 2007, 06:54:08 am »
I know the balance issues and troubles that have gone into this tradeskill before I even suggest this. I also feel it needs a new overhaul in the future, but I am not going into that. I am suggesting a current balance issue that IMO has been needed for some time.
With that aside, I think that infusing needs to have a 5th level druid spell gem/wand and 5th level cleric spell gem/wand to go in line with the current Firebrand spell gem/wand.
I suggest for the cleric to put in either Circle of Doom or flamestrike. Neither of these spells will be over powering in a wand, it will simply give a cleric the ability to level up their infusing on par with a sorceror and wizard.
For the Druid spell I suggest inferno. Again this will allow a druid and cleric the same leveling abilities/advantages that a sorceror and wizard currently have. After all there are staves that only a druid/ranger can make due to the requirment for the spell camoflague memed to make the staff.
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« on: February 22, 2007, 06:12:51 pm »
I seemed to have lost my sword of The Dragon Slayer on west in the insane lag tonight. It had a level IV electric enchant on it =P. By the time i noticed it was missing, I had done so much combat that my combat log didn't show any messages about me dropping it, and it is gone from my inventory.
Thanks
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« on: February 20, 2007, 12:49:11 pm »
*You are looking at a small journal, covered in leaves and druidic symbols. The book seems to be a living plant, in need of light and water. If the book remains in your possession for long enough, you will notice the leaves even change with the season.*
I was born a sailors son, or so I thought growing up. My body is covered in markings, which my adopted father told me were tattoos given to me by my gypsy mother. Throughout adolescent and teen years I worked on board a ship, “Lady Avarice”, as a deck hand and later as a junior officer in charge of the animals. My adopted father was an officer aboard the ship who most believed would become a Captain of his own ship someday. The ship was publicly known for the capturing and selling of rare animals, which was a front for their real business of slave trading.
I always hated the business and most importantly hated the capturing and caging of the animals. Because the ship did not actually sell the animals, most of them stayed on board for long periods of time before being set free. Sometimes the animals were even eaten by the crew during long periods at sea when the food supplies ran short. I never felt like I belonged on the ship with the crew, but for some strange reason the sea always called to me and I felt at home rocking in her wake. My connection with the sea, captured animals, and the loyalty I had to my father always kept me from leaving the crew.
On the ship, my father’s main duty was as a communicator with the various slave races we captured. My father was an educated man and a skilled linguist, fluent in many languages, Elven being just one of them. He taught me everything he knew about elves, their culture, and most importantly their language. I always found it odd how he would stress the importance of learning about elves, and then go out the next day and enslave a small village of them. Looking back I realize he wanted me to know of my mother and culture, without directly telling me why.
At the age of 5, I remember working the ship in small capacities before becoming a ship hand. Because of my father and my hard work, I was placed in charge of the animals and promoted to a junior officer on my 10th birthday. I spent every moment of my time with the animals studying their behaviors and caring for them. Prior to the promotion, I was only able to spend my free time with the animals. It was in those early years spent with the animals that I found I had a natural connection with them. I developed an ability to communicate and understand them. I even formed a bond with one particular animal above all, a brown bear. I named her Taba. Taba is my companion and I hold her in higher regards than any other.
I was 13 when our ship was attacked by the Mistone Alliance Fleet under the command of the Ministry of War. It was in that battle that my adopted father was mortally wounded. Our ship was able to get away, but we paid heavily for it and were forced to port along the shore to tend to the wounded and repair the hulls. On my adopted father’s dying bed, he told me the truth of my existence. He explained that I was not his son. He said that during one of the slave raids on a small village of elves, they came upon a human woman who was giving birth. The woman was dressed in garbs of a druid and seemed to be highly respected and revered by the elves. My adopted father’s lore and knowledge of Elven culture made him realize he was intruding up on a ritual of sorts to celebrate the birth of one and the passing of another. The woman begged for the men to stop and my adopted father made them stand back, despite their protests of evil witchcraft.
My adopted father told me how I actually received the markings covering my body. Although my father thought the birth was going well, he said it was apparent my mother was dying. Just before she died, she reached over and touched me and in that brief moment the entire tent came to life. Plants and vines exploded from ground and trees, completely blanketing me, my adopted father, and mother. After a few moments a bright light exploded from where we were and knocked everyone in the area down. When my adopted father came too, the plants, vines, elves, and my mother were gone. Everyone around us laid about the ground withering in pain. Everyone caught in the blast, who had not been covered in the vines, had been burnt as if struck by the very heat of the sun. Those few who survived had suffered burns all over their bodies and were permanently blind. In his last breath, he pulled his shirt back to reveal a small marking on his chest, one that matched a marking on my arm. He looked at me and said, “I received this marking in that moment, on the day of your birth. I took it as a sign to raise you as my own and look after you”. Then he died.
I was torn and hurt over what he had told me. In that moment I hated all the world, especially the people on that ship. All I could think of was Taba and the animals I loved dearly. I barely remember walking away from my father to the slave pins. I was trying to come up with a way to free Taba and the animals. By releasing the batch of sea elves in the slave pins, I had hoped they would serve as a decoy and they did. With the commotion I made my way to the animal pins and released Taba. I was caught by the captain and crew as I released the last of the animals. They beat me an inch from my life and threw me over board after they left port. The very sea elves I had used as a decoy, saved me. They took me to the Bay of Carocsa, where I was reunited with my animal companions, and most importantly my dear friend Taba. One of the sea elves that helped save me turned out to be a druid by the name of Madaline. She felt my connections to the land and became my mentor. She taught me of my purpose in life.
It has been a few years since I last saw Madaline. Since my awakening to the lands, she has been the only contact I have had outside of my animal friends. I can not explain the calling or the emotions I am feeling as I look out over the Bay of Corocsa. Today is my 22nd birthday. The wind seems to be speaking to me, but I can only make out one word over the crashing waves….Hlint.
677
« on: February 20, 2007, 01:22:33 am »
I am stuck inside the temple of Pyrtechon on central.
PC Daralith
678
« on: February 16, 2007, 01:53:38 am »
I am willing to pay for Oak Sandpaper. I can pay in gold, jewlery, and rare enchantments...
Magus Del'Mar
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« on: February 11, 2007, 11:32:05 pm »
I am in need of a seamstress to adjust a powerful set of robes for me. I will pay 3000 gold.
Magus Del'Mar
// here is the catch, it is a robe (have to be level 17 to wear it) and the DC is 30 to adjust the apperance it. =P
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« on: December 29, 2006, 01:27:42 pm »
Just like it says....please help...
Thank you
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