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Messages - Fian Bearsark
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« on: November 07, 2011, 08:50:59 pm »
Oh man, Farros.... He cracked me up! And of course Bjornigar. We have to make kilts stylish again!
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« on: September 02, 2006, 09:56:22 pm »
1)Mimir Deeping
2)EST nights, usually from 9:30 PM till 2:30 AM
3)I am currently not on much for RL reasons, but hope to get ingame again soon
4)Mimir is currently a dwarven loner, and some kin would be welcome. I am interested in participating.
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« on: August 22, 2006, 03:01:49 pm »
I'm lookin fer an oak shortbow, I'll take dat one iffn ya still got it.
Mimir Deeping
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« on: August 15, 2006, 01:38:49 pm »
Drawna approached the Hlint Bank along the pond, skirting her usual approach by the street. Glancing over her shoulder, she moved cautiously, looking around for Aralin. She just wanted to meet him and get on to Storan's to pick that blessed lock before she was seen. "Where is he?" She mumbled, biting her lower lip a bit in tension. There was a good chance Daniel Poetr was in town, he was usually meeting friends and she really didn't want to run into him - not yet anyway. More thinking was required.
Slipping into the long shadow of the smithy building, she could see Aralin loitering about near the Big Tree. Moving slowly, sliding from shadow to cover and back again, she was almost to him when she heard a voice. There was Daniel, speaking to someone on the street, at the base of the platform. Freezing, she hugged the tree and moved soundlessly over to the wall of the bank. Aralin was close now, and turned, spotting her somehow. Grrr! Clerics with their spells!
"Drawna?" Aralin smiled slightly, ignorant of her situation. Drawna's heart jumped in her chest and she spat to him "Shhhh!"
Daniel turned, glancing over. He had heard her name. Aralin was quick enough to assess the situation, thankfully. He stood quietly and pretended to be examining the leaves on the tree overhead. Drawna slid further into the shadow of the bank wall, watching as Daniel walked tenatively past, pausing to glance to Aralin before continuing around the Wild Surge.
"Lets get out of here." sighed the blonde, nudging a slightly amused Aralin toward the gate. Glancing behind, she saw Poetr slowing walking away, searching for something he couldn't find.
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« on: August 15, 2006, 01:24:48 pm »
This is almost sounding like global warming debates. What can you do to combat CNR lag?  I took note of a couple of Dorganath's responses, because I have found myself doing it - carry less stuff. I used to walk all over Layo, picking up every catnip, elderberry, vine (!) and angelica root I came across. Why? Because I thought I would use it someday, or sell it someday. Usually I didn't. Drawna has been carrying a box of aloe around for 2 weeks now and I still am trying run into somebody who will buy it. With 10 STR, every single pound makes a difference, and that box at 4.5 pounds is killing me. I never should have collected it without a buyer. I draw maps on graph paper as I explore Layo. In fact, I've had to edit them on coming back after almost 2 years because things changed. Now when I come across new CNR, I make a note of its location - and walk away. I don't pick it up. Its hard to do sometimes, but ultimately its for the better. Look at every item in your inventory and ask yourself if you ~need~ it. Really need it. Gem dusts are the worst I think. I used to have a lot, but when I started back on this server I sold the whole box to somebody, probably for too low a price, but i got rid of it all and I don't miss it. I will say the thought of a little extra rented storage would be nice, even another bank chest with ten more item slots. I also think the idea of a deposit box menu is an excellent idea by darkstorme. Don't have the items made until they are called up by the character. Oh and, somebody tell me if i lag the server when I log in!
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« on: August 14, 2006, 06:21:07 am »
This may be completely stupid, but I was using my ox the other day and received the message at one point: "You may only have one henchman at a time". What if when you deploy a trap it becomes a Henchman? Then, until it is detonated or picked back up, you can't deploy another one? I don't even know if its possible to assign this trait to an object like a trap, but it might answersome of the ongoing problems with traps here.
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« on: August 13, 2006, 07:42:05 pm »
If I did my math correctly, that's a 20% difference in xp, which also happens to be the xp penalty for multiclassing an elf with two non-favored classes. Elves favored class is Wizard, so in your case I am betting there is more than 1 level between the Barbarian/Fighter split. I guess the quests reflect this xp penalty as well.
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« on: August 10, 2006, 08:10:17 pm »
"You didn't!"
"I did."
"You didn't."
"I did!"
"You're kidding."
"Nope."
Drawna sighed and slumped back in the booth as Eylianna stared at her with a smirk on her face. "Stop that!"
She sullenly reached for her cup of coffee, glancing about the Wild Surge at the scattered patrons. None seemed interested in her outburst.
"So, is he at least a good-looking Tin Can?" Eylianna leaned forward, her dark eyes gleaming over her
half-finished plate of breaded fish.
"Oh, come on! Give me some credit! He's not a half-Orc if that's what you're thinking!" Drawna stared,
exasperated, then burst into a self-conscious giggle. "I guess its a bit crazy. He is sooo upright and courteous. I was amused I suppose while I was teasing him and flirting, but-"
"What?"
"I--uh--well, after I climbed on him on the bench - you know, I was really playing up that I was obsessed with
him and his wonderfully affected manner of speech, "prithee this" and "besmirch that" -- I guess I was a bit
taken aback by his -uh- kiss. He actually kissed with feeling, you know?" Drawna slumped again, glancing once
more around the Inn. An old man with a wisp of hair on his head stared back at her, slowly smiling. Drawna stuck
her tongue out at him.
"Sooo, a good kisser then, huh? Who woulda thunk it..." Eylianna shook her head, reaching for a glass of wine.
"What's his name again?"
"Daniel. Daniel Poetr.....Well, it wasn't that it was so great, it was more like 'genuine'. Unlike most guys
I've met. He seemed caught up in something he didn't -well- he didn't understand. it was pretty obvious. I
didn't think he would actually kiss me. I figured he was too uptight to do it. But he did it. I'm afraid I broke
him or something. Like I dropped a piece of china in a ritzy store because I was playing with it."
"Oh, you are a vixen. A horrible, man-eating vixen." Eylianna grinned evilly over her wine glass.
"Shut-!" Drawna threw a pea at her. "-Up! " Followed by another pea. "Here's the really bad part. I guess his
mentor, I guess that's what he calls him, he was sitting right across from us! I had no idea I was getting him
in trouble! " Drawna sullenly grabbed her coffee again and sipped.
"That's a bit rough, yes." Eylianna gently put her wine glass down and glanced out the window. "Why men insist
on Codes and Oaths and "I Beseech Thees" I'll never understand." She turned and looked pointedly at Drawna.
"Well, I guess you need to decide what you want out of this, right? I mean, you can't let him steer the boat, that's for sure."
The sullen blonde glanced over, then dug in her bag and took out a small mirror. Opening it, she brushed at her
hair with a finger and stared critically at her eye paint, moving her head back and forth and up and down to get
different angles onher face. "you're right I suppose. But maybe..."
"maybe what?"
"Maybe this time I want to just see what happens. I've been deciding things with men for a long time now, based
on what they can do for me. Maybe I just need to let this horse trot a while..." She trailed off and snapped the
mirror shut, glancing around the room again. The old man had wandered off, and the waitress was heading over to
clear their plates.
"oh, boy. That sounds like a baaadd idea." Eylianna gave her a pained expression and threw a pea back at her.
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« on: August 07, 2006, 03:00:45 pm »
Just a thought, maybe the traps' weight could be increased, that way rogues won't be able to carry as many at once, or at least be less inclined to load down with a bunch. I can completely understand how some might abuse trap usage, so it is a big concern, but playing a rogue it would be nice to somehow get more practical use out of Set/Disable skills while hunting in a group.
I suppose the argument to this would be that other characters with better carrying capacity could carry them for the rogues. I guess there is really no way to prevent this from happening. But if each was say 10-20 pounds, it could make people think twice about planning trap overkill.
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« on: August 07, 2006, 08:28:37 am »
I'll begin collecting materials Pyrran and look for you.
And maybe I'll stop by the Scamp's Mug too....
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« on: August 03, 2006, 06:54:45 pm »
"Aye Miss, the wedding soup is me foinest on the menu! " The old barkeep grinned, showing two silver teeth as well as his desperation to get rid of yesterday's soup. Drawna responded with a pained smile and a curt nod and placed her order. As the barkeep ambled away, the blonde woman continued jotting down notes in her journal:
Aralin wanted me to help him with a lock in Storan's tomb. Tough tumblers on that box, I'll say! I almost had it but needed his magics to get the final turn. Darn! I learned a lot on that lock though. Much tougher than Old Man Dreer's Stables back in Haft Lake. Anyway, Storan's was the usual shambling I-want-to-eat-your-head Undead experience. I did really well, even without being able to stick 'em where it really hurts. I held my own right alongside Aralin. My use of shield and rapier has improved.
OH! Aralin was kind enough to relieve me of most of my coin in exchange for some wicked rods for my weapons. These things are potent, and he had to apply them to my blades. Oooo, the fire one licks across my shortsowrd blade now! It helps alot in battle, though the smell is pretty bad when I cut with it. I hadn't considered that. Oh well, easy come easy go. I still have to decide on which blade to put the other rod. It is crafted from lightning itself, which should look most dashing when I fight in the dark. *smiley face drawn with arched eyebrows, not unlike her own well-maintained ones*
No gold, lots of promise for the future - - - I guess that's pretty much what made me climb out that window all those years ago. Except for the no gold part.
I have traveled alot lately, Aralin had to go to Hamp to get an amulet set. By Xeen's Endless Lovers that guy is set! He was having a green eye set in gold, which apparently give the wearer a greater perception on life, etc. I just had eyes for that necklace, nevermind the philosophies on life. I think he has one of Everything, but I 'm not sure. I'll have to ask. Maybe he'll let me have some of his throwaways.
After that, I met up with Balazar and Mandalorian, two most unstuffy Tin Cans if there ever were any to be found. We made tour through Ogres and Gnolls, then on to the Blood Desert to get sand in our shoes. I did pretty well there too, but some of that flash from the mages caught me unawares. I have to be more careful next time. We took some decent jingle from that trip, and I hope to fill up my bank account again real soon. Mommy needs some better gear!
Balazar bought me a bouquet of flowers in Hope. I think he was hoping. He-he! He gave me blue ones to match my clothes which was very thoughtful. Now I just need to get him to jump in front of arrows for me! *smiley face drawn*
*a series of doodles follows, of a sword, a necklace and a man holding a flower and smiling*
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« on: August 03, 2006, 06:29:22 pm »
A fiery-haired dwarf stooped low over the smelting forge, peering into the yellow-orange embers critically. The bronze ingot was almost ready to be removed. Mimir had learned a great many things since arriving in Hlint, notably the working of metals and the trials of forging copper on the anvil. The swinging of the blacksmith's hammer came naturally to him, as his arm responded instinctively to the rhythm of the blows. His own warhammer was a constant companion at his belt.
Withdrawing the ingot, he quenched it in a basin of water and turned to his ox to stow some tools. He re-arranged some molds, another skill he had aquired in his pursuit of weapon-making. His progress was slow but steady, and some day he hoped to be able to make a hammer for himself, rather than relying on others' skills to outfit his equipment. He glanced behind him, to find himself alone in the dim smithy, and quickly withdrew a small metal flask. He took a quick swig of the fiery liquid then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and replacing the flask in his belt pouch. Glancing to his ox, who met his eyes with equally impassive ones, he pushed open the door to get some fresh air.
Outside, the day was bright and the sullen dwarf blinked and scowled in the bath of daylight. He looked up and down the main road of Hlint and immediately saw a large figure looming in the road. Another scum of giant blood, he thought, scowling at the brute shape as it ambled down toward the well. This town should be cleared of all such foul blooded ones. If it wasn't for the town guard he would attack them on sight, crushing their skulls as his kin before had done and always would do. He spit and examined others in the town. They seemed unaware of the half-giant, the fools. How could they so easily accept such a beast in their midst? Had they not seen the damage and terror such things had commited upon Men and Dwarves?!
Just as bad as those mages and finger-wigglers, with their unnatural forms prowling about the streets. Just the other day he saw a full giant, at least 12 feet high standing outside the Smithy, as if he owned the place. Mimir had charged the Brute, only to have it dissolve into the form of a human, obviously a mage out for some fun. He should have continued to attack. Would have served him right the grandstanding fool. He had the nerve to argue with Mimir and Bjorri and Relyt abou the matter, as if he had a right to appear like that, scaring womenfolk and children in town.
Mimir paused and thought of the dwarves he had met here. Bjorri was the newest, a cleric it seemed of a faith barely known to him. Beryl was the goddess' name, a patron of stones and gems of the Earth. He rememberd a gnome coming to the Deeping Halls to give advice in the lay of gem veins. He had spoken of this Beryl, but that was his only memory of such a goddess. No matter, he was kin, even if he followed a goddess not know nto his clan. Bjorri seemed suspiciouf of others, Men and Elves, perhaps even more suspicious than Mimir himself was. It was understandable though. This town was in need of some dwarven discipline.
Relyt was a woodworker of a sort and a solid comrade in battle. He would no doubt be a friend to rely on in the future. Countless hours in the copper mines had superseded friendships and alliances for Mimir. This I must remedy he mused, or else other things--He stopped short of following the thought through. He coughed hard, deep from in his chest, a familiar cough not even of concern anymore. His troubles would be his own, no one else's. It matters not. Only battle mattered in the end. Turning, he disappeared into the smithy again, to continue forging and practicing , to someday forge a hammer his kin would be envious of and his enemies would truly fear.
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« on: August 02, 2006, 05:34:38 pm »
Force_of_Will_ - 8/1/2006 9:37 AM
The problem with the Broken Bank as I have heard it refered to is just that.
Way too easy to kill the undead and get lots of Gold.
Just think what people would horde from there now if it was still in with the new drops.
I think It was a good move by the DM team. heh-heh, it was a Bank truly. I still miss it a little, especially when I am tight on coin. What I especially miss is the old Silent Watch. I poked my head in there once and saw a couple creatures that I won't name, but I haven't gone all the way in yet. Apparently it is pretty tough from what I have heard. I just miss the times of getting a bunch of characters and running through the giants and werewolves, then camping at the Tower on the mountaintop. Usually there were alot of fun exchanges while everybody rested and prepared themselves to fight their way back out. "Everybody to the Steps!"
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« on: July 29, 2006, 09:31:18 am »
Updated.
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« on: July 29, 2006, 09:21:44 am »
This is interesting reading on a server that doesn't allow outright PvP, as it illustrates the possible beginnings of such an evolution. There are obviously two points discussed here, somewhat seperate: Evil characters and expanded PvP. The first aspect I leave to others to discuss. The second point I feel I can offer some insights on.
Most probably don't know I left Layo a little more than a year and a half ago to explore other servers, as I'm sure many of you have also explored. There are three reasons I came back - desire for better RP, the stress of having a maddening amount of gear/junk/magic baubles, and PvP. The last is perhaps the most pernicious to a server. The controlled battles dreamed of here will spill into open war on the forums, guaranteed. The level of sniping, aggression, bad feelings, calls of cheating, accusations, etc. will be endless and will clog the forums, despite your best beliefs about the community and our maturity level. I felt finally at peace the first day I logged back in and realized everybody around me, in one way or another, was at least cordial or outright friendly. I didn't have to keep tilting the camera view so I could see if somebody was coming up behind me while I was out in the wilderness, I didn't have to wonder what faction a guy was in when I asked him for help, I didn't have to get into an argument with another character just because he was wearing different colors. That's the kind of feelings faction PvP spreads. I say feelings, because you can plan it out as much as tou like, but in the end there will be things that slip by and people do to eachother that breeds hate and resentment.
I don't know how the Arena works, and I am interested in seeing it, but I would leave PvP there. PvP can wreck a server's morale if handled poorly or it gets out of control. No putting that genie back in the bottle once let loose. Another point ot consider is how faction PvP will affect crafting and guilds. Cries of advantages to those who can craft weapons of war and other battle aids will be made by those who cannot craft such things. Resource areas will be staked out by rivals, and though no PvP will happen there and then, next to the corn or Topaz veins, it will be picked up in PvP areas. So you will have a threatening presence protecting resources. If the Bad Boys guild is the strongest around, who will stay mining when they tell you to leave? You are safe for the moment, but they'll get you sooner or later.
I guess that's the danger of faction PvP - one or two groups are always better than all the rest. I play on Stormnexus, and if any know that server, the Blackhelms have always had the best character builds and great gear. So everybody hates them and they hate everybody else. And cries of undue advantage go on and on and on. It will happen here. This is not an insult to the community, just a simple fact of how humans interact at times. Soeme people are better at builds than others. I have learned alot about builds from my time elsewhere.There are things that can be done to greatly improve your character to aid in PvP. So I and many others would have an outright advantage in faction PvP due to this simple experience. Then people would accuse me of cheating, or having anunfair advantage, etc. Character builds are critical to success in PvP. What about evil characters getting PM and dwarves getting DD? Now you have racial- alignment -based advantages which would probably fall on guilds lines as well. More cries of favoritism and cheating in builds. This will create an additional amount of stress in Character approval and monitoring of player actions in-game. Spamming spells/KD/Taunt, Shadowdancer HIPS, exploitable combat bugs like not Disliking oppenents immediately- the list goes on and on. Its a potential nightmare.
Please keep PvP where it is. Thanks for a community server.
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« on: July 26, 2006, 07:37:26 pm »
A young blonde woman wanders among the trees of Lake Palden. Pausing briefly to choose a suitable seat in the grass, she produces a bundle of paper and begins jotting down some notes:
I have heard from mom! Bless Xeen, she is alright. And so is Alaric, though he was hurt in the leg somehow. Its not clear how bad the wound is, but with mom's connections he should get the help he needs. They are North of Pranzis right now and may move again to a safer location. If I could I would go visit them, but I don't see a way over there right now.
I need to hear about Tal. I don't know what to think at this point
Crafting has occupied all my time, as well as sneaking about gathering sticks and roots and all kinds of junk for other craftsmen. I am soooo sick of it! But I finally have some coin to my name, which is great. I need to unload some old equipment because I have no room for it anymore. We'll see how that goes. I gues I am getting better at tinkering and tailoring, hoepfully so I can start making a decent living from selling things. Picking garlic is making me smell like a serving girl. (Which I'm not, right? right?) *scowling face drawn with x's for eyes*
I need to get out and talk to people. I'm going stir crazy.
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« on: July 26, 2006, 06:29:28 pm »
Mimir stooped to grab a few more coins form the pocket of a dead goblin. Tossing them in the air and catching
them, he grunted and stepped over another body. Ten others lay about him, each dropped with one blow from his
hammer as they stalked him in the tunnels of the Red Light. The screeching fools will never learn, he thought.
So much the better; it provided him with coin if nothing else. His trips to dig copper here and tin in the
Sielwood had become routine; most things offered little challenge now. He looked over to his ox tethered to a
rock, staring placidly back at him. That beast had been his constant companion these past weeks, hauling ore out
of the twisting tunnels and occasionally kicking at goblins who chased after them.
His skills had improved at the forge. With some luck he could smelt bronze, but working it into weapons was
still beyond his talents. It was frustrating and boring work, but it kept him focused. Yet ultimately it was not
what drove him on. What drove him on was battle and the promise of defeat of anything that stood against him. In
that he could be satisfied.
The Dwarf pulled on the reins and moved deeper into the caverns, approaching yet another copper vein. He thought
of how recently he and the cleric Mandalorian had penetrated to the upper veins of iron in Haven, just the two
of them. He was surprised at how well they fared and how far they were able to get. The cleric's protections
complemented Mimir's hammer well, and he was a staunch comrade at his side in the face of the Brutes. Once they
had reached the room with iron, they beheld at least 7 Ogres, some of them berserks by the look of their wild
eyes and tattered armor. Mimir smiled in fond memory of the battle, his howling and Mandolarian's cursing at the
sight of the Brutes as they charged them. The dim cavern stank of sweat and heat and the Ogres were none too
happy to see the two of them intruding in their territory. Taking them two at a time, the Dwarf and the Man cut
through them, empowered by Mandal's touch of blessed fire upon their weapons, which flashed angerly with each
strike. Soon the Brutes lay all about and the two stood for a moment peering into the dim recesses of the
cavern. Another lurked nearby and they charged him, though he turned out to be tougher than any of the others.
From behind, another plowed into Mandal, wounding him. Mimir cried out a warning too late, and as both Berserks
fell on Mimir, Mandal dodged to the side to heal himself quickly. The Dwarf held his ground, laughing and
taunting the two brutes, until Mandal returned to help finish them both. Mimir's wounds were extensive as usual,
though he did not notice. What he did notice was the quiet in the cavern afterwards, except for the heavy
breathing of both Dwarf and Man as they looked about them in silent pride.
That was better than any smelted copper could ever be.
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« on: July 24, 2006, 12:51:41 pm »
journeyed into Haven mines last night. It was good to be in the company of kin again. I was in the company of Orwynn, Turor and another dwarf, a mage surprisingly. I can't remember his name. There were also Elves and some Men, though I knew few of their names.
We went all the way in, crushing the Brutes as we went. Nothing withstood our party. I managed to mine some coal and a little iron, to test my new skills in the smithy. My hammer performed well, though I was injured repeatedly and did not know it. I was healed at least 4 times by others, who seemed aghast at the extent of my wounds. Even Turor, a dwarf easily accustomed to the fury of battle and the pain of wounds, chastised me several times for the extent of my injuries.
I was *a word is scratched out* surprised by his reaction and more by the wounds themselves. Some were debilitating and my leg was stiff like it has gotten in the past. Yet I found myself in a fog most of the time in those tunnels and the exact cause of the wounds is a mystery. My memory is unclear on some points, though those mine passages reminded me more than once of my old job in the Halls of the Deeping Clan.
I took the drink only a few times while in Haven. The fighting and strange comfort of the passages might have helped. I am not sure what to think. But I do know that the power and rush in battle grows. I care little for anything in the moment. I fought at the lowest level with blood in my eyes and a large cut across my hammer arm. I was near death to be sure, yet I chased a Berserker Brute about as if I was at full health. I did not stop until he fell. The song of blood and pain and laughter filled my ears.
It matters not.
*a series of lines drawn across the page here*
I went mining for copper with Orwynn and Mandalorian after Haven. I wanted to help her. *several words are scratched out here* I was happy to do so.
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« on: July 20, 2006, 07:18:43 pm »
A dwarf lies asleep on the grass in Hlint. A thin journal, worn and beaten, lies next to him, its pages perused by a light breeze:
Was mining again. Can be a bit boring at times, but reminds me of the Clan Halls. I am getting better at copper smelting, for whatever that will be worth.
The clay by the lake I despise. Takes forever to dig it.
I can't believe I asked somebody for drink. Some elf by the lake. I just walked up like a beggar and asked him. He didn't have any, but must have told a dwarf I - *illegible part* - and needed it bad. This dwarf comes over and just hands me a bottle. I took it.
*marks made across the page here, a series of x's, as if incising the page*
I was looking for more sand and I went over near those yelping kobolds. I knew I was too close to dig there. I knew they would come.
A whole band of them, I think 8. Blasted spellsters too, they hit me with cold again and again. But I didn't run. I laughed. I could hear the laughter ringing in my ears like it was somebody else. I swung hard over and over. They surrounded me, stabbing with their short blades. I took many a cut and my eyes grew blurry. But I didn't run nor heal myself. I felt the potion in my pocket and there it stayed. More blows and some fell, but they kept up with arrows and spells. The Song of Battle was sung in chorus. That infernal cold and those arrows burned. I pulled one arrow out that hit me high in the chest.The point remained in. But I didn't leave.... *smudges here*
Then everything was quiet. My laughter echoed in my ears. All around lay kobolds smashed and broken. HA! My hammer hung at my side, humming with the blows. Blood rushed in my head, my eyes were blurred and my body cut and bloodied. My body was wracked with pain and I was close to death.
Why didn't I run? Why didn't I heal myself? What was I trying to prove?!
You are a fool among fools. *heavy marks here, as if something was scratched out*
I met a dwarven lass. I spoke to her as kind as I could and gave here the coin I had on me.
You are a fool among fools, but it matters not.
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« on: July 18, 2006, 05:47:00 pm »
Mimir sifts through the notices and stops at this one. "Wonder iffn dat iron full plate was ever bought. Mm, better make me mark an' ask. "
A short note of dwarven characters is posted in a heavy hand:
I am interested in the iron full plate if none have claimed it.
Mimir Deeping
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