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« on: October 12, 2015, 08:32:40 pm »
It looks like there is one under Guilds and Councils - Organizations.... or at least a "stub."
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« on: October 12, 2015, 08:18:28 pm »
Thanks Row. I think he may have been referring to the "Lightbringer" forum. He finished his CDQ successfully Sunday and is pursuing Undead Hunter levels. With that being said though, I think he is the only active one on the server. Also, looking at the forum, it was created in 2005 and has had no activity. He might be less lonely sticking to the Aeridite forum... :-) -Rave
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« on: October 06, 2015, 10:40:13 pm »
After narrowly avoiding several cramping muscles from maintaining less than normal angles of arms and twisting of body, Vincent gets a good peek at his back. The spot in question, under his left shoulder blade, looks healthy and uninjured. His only assumption at this point is that he slept on it wrong and has a minor ache resulting from the pressures on that spot on his body.
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« on: October 04, 2015, 02:24:30 pm »
I'd just like to comment that there are numerous types of undead at all level ranges if you know where to look, so from a mechanical standpoint you can still gain levels at a comparable pace to other classes by concentrating on eliminating undead, plus have all of the RP benefits of a cleric of Aeridan... Even into epic levels.
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« on: October 03, 2015, 07:50:53 pm »
Sure... I'll put you in "planning."
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« on: September 28, 2015, 07:24:49 pm »
In recent developments... Two agents of Thistletoe Trading were found killed, their arrows full of kobold arrows. A half orc body was found near the new tree on the cliffs overlooking the Angel’s shop, and an elven body was found near the border of kobold tribal holdings. Other Thistletoe agents in the area fled when news reached their ears. Rangers surmise that they may have represented some type of perceived threat by the Kobolds to both their sovereign rights, and to their newly returned nature spirit. There are currently no indications of any precursor to large scale raiding by kobold war parties...
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« on: September 28, 2015, 05:06:55 pm »
A librarian scratches his head, remembering a recent report filed regarding a disturbance that was banished by a small group of wizards in the Falls Forest. He scrawls a quick note and sends a messenger to the appropriate authority.
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« on: September 28, 2015, 04:38:42 pm »
It is the tileset. I crash in that area 3 out of every 5 times I take any of my toons there, even with shiny water off and low video settings. I personally try to avoid ever going there because of it. It is a shame because it is beautiful...
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« on: September 27, 2015, 09:30:17 pm »
Sure... I have started Gilshem's, and it looks like it will be a 3-parter. Would be more than happy to do yours if you're not rushed on time and are ok with a good chunk of Forum and IRC to go along with the in-game session. PM me some details as far as what you are looking for and we can meet in IRC to discuss. I'll put Mari in "planning."
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« on: September 26, 2015, 09:00:03 pm »
Wagon loads of wood begin making their way into the Hempstead Fields area. The Dirty Claw High Shaman Kronkslivak has been true to his word. Trade with the kobold tribes has progressed thus far with no bloodshed when representatives of the Angel’s Guild are present. Poachers and other encroachments on kobold lands have been met with their usual warlike ferocity though, and the occasional head on a stick can still be seen near their borders. Some have noted an old gnarled tree on a cliff overlooking the Angel’s shop. Many have remarked on how odd it is as they never noticed it before, yet the tree looks so old and decrepit… as if it has been growing there for centuries. Upon closer inspection the old tree has the vague appearance of two wooden creatures interlocked in an embrace. From time to time kobolds can be seen sneaking to and from this area, offerings of food and crafts left at the base of the tree. With the influx of wealth into the kobold tribal lands, it appears that the influence of the Dirty Claws has grown among their own kind. Rangers have reported seeing many other smaller bands and their tribal elders travelling to the area.
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« on: September 24, 2015, 01:14:39 pm »
Nothing of note is found within the shop itself… but as Andrew paces around the foundation, after his third ring he is nearly stopped dead in his tracks on the east side of the building. About 15 feet from the shop is a large rock. The disharmony in the Heartsong is almost tangible as his boot touches the old worn granite. With shaking fingers he reaches down and rolls over the small bolder. Attached to the rock is a small wood sign that has the following words carved into it and blackened, most likely with a red hot piece of iron. “Ernesto Di Valla – Granted: Novlar 11, -10677” Your jaw drops. If the date is correct, the piece of wood is approximately 750 years old. There is not any sign of rot or deterioration. No insect activity. The wood is pristine. You fail to see how this is possible due to its age, exposure to the weather, and being underneath a rock in damp soil for who knows how long.
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« on: September 22, 2015, 01:07:08 am »
Competition was fierce. Six contestants strutted their stuff in outfits created under pressure and with a lot of sweat and tears. They answered deep personal questions for the crowd...and under the critical eyes of their competition. Lace, leather, and silk were the theme of the day. Dance moves were broken out, cat o’ nine tails cracked, and thigh high stockings reflected light as hips swayed back and forth! Judge Bonjour Amour had a tough time making a decision… but in the end his ballots were cast in Tyra Dragonheart’s favor. She was crowned the first “Ms. Center and was lauded with flowers and a coin cash prize. She won a date with Bonjour Amour, and had her image magically captured by Diddly Tankard for an upcoming print campaign in Port Hempstead for Sally Jayne Frufru’s new regal purple silk line of clothing… BUT Little did she know there was a disgruntled contestant in the crowd that whispered a foul little curse given weight by Al’Noth and years of practice… hummed from the lips of a master, just as her image was captured by Diddly. Later in Port Hempstead, the printing presses rolled with Tyra Dragonheart’s image. Somehow it now had a huge witches’ nose with several large warts, and her eyes were crossed! Bonjour, having seen this horrifying image stood her up on their date! He decided he could not be seen with someone looking like that. The sexy Arnie Sneal chuckled when she heard him mutter, “Darn, that girl must have been wearing the makeup thick!”
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« on: September 22, 2015, 12:32:11 am »
Master Sibbicai and Kyle spend many, many hours in the archives of Port Hempstead. Several record keepers assist them with their various requests, bringing ledger after ledger. The candles burn low, are replaced, and burn low again. They track down land deeds and auditing files for the various land holdings in the Port Hempstead Fields area from owner to owner, but do not see anything that jumps out at them. Kyle finally finds the first recorded record for the land where the Angel’s Hall sits. It appears that the land was granted to an individual by the reigning Duke of Port Hempstead nearly 750 years ago, after it was forcibly taken from a kobold tribe in the name of economic progress. Sibbicai grimaces… “Kobolds.” ---- Andrew walks the now decaying hallways and rooms of the shop… he reaches out to the Heartsong and he feels discord. The air resonates with an increasing level of disharmony… anger… a hint of vengeance? The vibrations feel old, as if they have been floating in the ether for centuries, and like a cello who’s strings are suddenly stroked in a violent motion of the bow, suddenly come to life. Placing a bare hand on a now rotting wall he can almost feel it trembling slightly. None around him seem to notice. Time after time he looks into the hole, but does not see any appearance of the face seen by Sibbicai. He feels that the soothing songs are falling on deaf ears… but that might simply be his imagination. --- Daniel continues to find rot throughout the building. The vines and weeds outside get thicker on a daily basis. He does his best to repair things and keep the building from falling as the others work on their tasks and lines of investigation.
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« on: September 21, 2015, 10:44:43 pm »
There you go! Already a willing landlord steps forward... :-) And you even get a top notch RP group to go along with it!
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« on: September 21, 2015, 06:36:06 pm »
Also, once you do find an open house... if it is too pricy for you at the moment there are players out there that have rooms set up for rent or exchange of services. They can create a key for you, or some just leave their doors open.
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« on: September 19, 2015, 11:16:16 pm »
Hmmm that is too bad. There should not be separate links. With the forum account set up properly the time posted in the calendar for the event should customize for your time zone...
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« on: September 19, 2015, 08:23:41 pm »
My calendar says 7:30pm... It was my understanding that times listed are local time of the person reading the calendar posting...
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« on: September 17, 2015, 11:37:54 am »
// Can you please post this on the calendar as a player initiated event? I would like to lurk in GM mode. Quest reward will be granted.
-Rave
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« on: September 16, 2015, 10:14:28 pm »
As the elven jester rolls about with the kittens, laughing and oblivious to the world, an old woman crawls out of a nearby tent and runs over to him and begins beating him with a shabby and smelly parasol. "Stay away from my babies you brute! Stay away!" She whacks him again one more time and hurries back to her tent and crawls inside. The surprised elf sees that she has hoarded so much garbage and junk that it is spilling out of both sides and he can no longer see her anymore through the mess.
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« on: September 16, 2015, 10:08:02 pm »
Quenton changes form, Al’Noth wrapping him in her embrace, and in this new form he begins to dig. Soil and rock spray from the hole as he goes deeper. After a few minutes of digging he is about 15 feet down and is hitting a layer of solid stone. When he stops to assess his situation he begins to get a very bad feeling. He turns and nearly jumps out of his Umber Hulk carapace when he sees what looks like a small humanoid face composed of dirt and mud staring at him with angry eyes from the wall of his hole. He blinks and it is gone. Was it really there? He cannot say for sure…
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