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Rumour Has It / Re: Cold Case file reopened
« on: February 10, 2013, 01:27:20 pm »
A figure swathed in a dark cloak that conceals blood red armor boards a ship headed for Lor, a smirk on his lips; watching the receeding image of the city of Arnax.

"Usstan inbal er'griff uss ilstar: Xun naut rin'ov vith xuil uns'aa"

He turns and heads below deck, musing the sense of deja vu he got as he boarded the vessel successfully, much unlike the last dark elf to try.

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Development Journals and Discussion / Re: Nec'perya d'Oloth
« on: February 03, 2013, 08:24:47 pm »
Nym sat in the darkness of a burnt out building; tending with shaky hands, a wound that bled from his side and sent foul necromantic magic through his muscles to temporarily sap what little strength he had. In time, proper medical care and the magical healing artifacts he possessed, and knew how to tap into, restored him to health.

He laid his head back against the wall behind him feeling the cold, charred and splintered frame grate against the back of his head even as his hair cushioned the most of it. The pull for reverie was strong; his body needed it, and his mind was incensed with a burning desire to discover why it was that he had changed his mind about letting them all die at the last second. His demeaning and degrading duty was door watching, the test of his ability to take orders even when they come from the stupid. He knew he was more used to following the worthy and intelligent or leading than he was to simply shut down and follow orders like an automaton.The darkness drew in soon after his eyes closed and his self-reprimand died down, the unsettling quiet of that city section falling away to nothingness..

The sounds of fighting and and killing echoed throughout the front of the Unseen Legion; he watched the storm of the warehouse wipe out the initial resistance, Blood Fist bludgeoning Legion to death as they tried feebly to fight back or flee.

He looked to the street again turning his back to the slaughter, there was nothing and so he waited and listened. Wood splintered, bone shattered, organs ruptured and flesh tore. The screaming died down to a chorus of new battle cries.. he turns to look.

More Unseen Legionnaires poured forth from the backrooms, outnumbering and surrounding the Blood FIst, he recognises the immeadiate danger, the lack of space to swing weapons the Fist favoured should they lose their spacing and be forced to bunch together; they held their own. Impressive.
He turns to regard the street still nothing, perhaps the Legion guards are all within?

The fighting continued, time passed, and the street remain unchanged and quiet; he peers both ways along it from the wide doorway. He turns to look once more, the Blood Fist are being herded together, two are down with their leader 'Crusher' calling them to circle up with their dire maces and double-swords. Nym can tell by his gait he's bleeding. He looks away as they are corralled and encircled, the battle goes on.. no calls for help are sounded. Nym turns away and leaves the arrogant fool to his own folly.
The street is quiet, where are the reinforcements? How important was this front? Nym looks outside and yet again sees nothing. Another Blood Fist falls picked off by the Legion. It looks to be about six to two now..

A final glance, and the self-doubt starts to war in his head.. if Crusher got himself and everyone else killed Nym would have to escape and return explaining that he literally did as he was told. The man was surrounded and wounded, his partners dying. Nym should relieve the stress and return. No, he should stay and let the human reap what he had sown.. but would Kylara believe him? Or would she have him killed for not saving her men? How does a weaker Fist because of their trust issues benefit him? On the other hand, if he leaves his post, he would risk the doorway. He would take time to reach, his armoured charge would be heard even if he were fast.
A thought occured, the magic in his shortblades, he could cross the distance in a blink of an eye at five times a mortal's speed, cut down the unsuspecting in just as many seconds and return. That would shock the group and buy the idiots space to move and fight. Could he truly surrender ten seconds?

He looks to the street.. the street is empty. He could swear the slowing of the fight was giving way to methodical slaughter. He draws a knife and activates the enchantment.. his vision starts to swim as he moves. Crossing the spanse between him and the melee, he brings his blade up into the back of an unsuspecting legionnaire. The blade punctures the heart and slides neatly out of the woman's chest. He kicks the body, two seconds. He's behind schedule. He lashes out with a flick of the wrist and ends a shriek of surprise by removing a rogue's head in one sweep. Two seconds again. Nine seconds, the Crusher yells him back to his post.

Nym darts away. Ten seconds, barely. Even as he runs in tunnel vision from motion blur, he seesmore Legion burst through the door. How?! The street was empty. Between the adrenaline and speed he enshrouds the group in darkness as they charge. Entering a blade dance to counter their own deadly skills the battle drags on. He knows only Crusher is alive, barely. He cuts down the Legionnaires one by one, but cold metal slides under his arm an inch, robbing him of strength.

The battle drags on, the wounds start to rack up as more encircle him. Crusher is beside him now, everyone else is dead and they both seem to be on the way to the same end result. Nym cuts down two more, Crusher deals with the other three. The last retreats.

"You idiot!"

The words register and incense the dark elf he snarls back an angry retort. And then Crusher tries to kill him.


He awakens, the first tendrils of dawn pushing their way through the clouds to pull back the moon's cloak of night. He knew the human would blame him for his failure, if only to save his own reputation. He also knew the human tried to kill him to cover up the mistake and vent his own anger. Were Nym stronger, he might not have had to retreat. It was what it was, in saving the human he outplayed himself. It was too late to ambush and assassinate the fool, as it was too late to salvage the situation. The situation was likely to be lose-lose regardless and so he would have to abandon his alliegance.. again.

Rising and regarding the city, the dark elf makes his way out of Legion territory to a secluded tavern in a territory distanced from both areas to contemplate his positions multiple failures and present stance. He needed to contact Kalan'drira, order her out of the city so she might not be associated with him and hunted down. For now he had to contemplate his position,  contemplate whether or not he would try destroying the Legion even now that their one greatest enemy considers him the same. Would he also seek to claim his vengance on Crusher, if so how? If he left now, his reputation as Sar'thaal would be lost in that area of the world.

Was staying and pursuing vengance now wise and worth it? Even if he did, he had found himself in a figurative burning building coming down around him piece by piece. Whether or not he would chase his goal or abandon and fail even in the eyes of his God was something that weighed heavily on him now..

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General Discussion / Re: An Expedition....
« on: February 01, 2013, 07:48:57 am »
Darn thats me out. CDQ

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Development Journals and Discussion / Re: Nec'perya d'Oloth
« on: January 28, 2013, 05:53:22 am »
It had nearly been a year since Zarianna and him had last seen each other; time in the Deep did not flow as quickly as it did on the surface, human slaves expired but society itself flowed in accordance with the timeframes of older, superior entities. In that time he had returned to Xull with his Lord, met that foul little wretch of a God-send and then assisted in the assassinations and schemes that his Master had developed in order to officially declare themselves a House of the city. Further more, he had then been placed in charge of arranging security, training, protocols and rank amongst all those under his command before the merger. Once Ni'haer took a wife however, his duties became two-fold and he was forced to compensate and calibrate everything to accomodate such a union.

His time however had not been wholly unpleasant although everyone had noticed his sombre, foul mood upon beginning their journey home. He was the odd one out, the only one that was not overjoyed to return. Kalandri'ira had officially accepted her public role as his consort and plaything, though everyone knew she was also one of the Apprentices learning to be a Weapon Master. Once their homecoming had been done and the first assassinations moved out of the way, it had been life as normal in Xull. The odd attempt on his life, security, training, pleasure dens, slave markets, screaming Deep Gnomes forced to endure the simplest, to some truly creative and horrible, tortures. Narcotic vapours, alcohol, duels of honor that demanded someone of position to oversee in accordance with the few rules that did exist to keep the subtle or dim-witted off balance (and everyone else entertained). It was good to be in a place where creatures existed that could live and die at your whm and no one would blink twice or ask why, where violent or hedonistic impulses were not considered evil or abnormal, where beauty and elegance was considered the norm; he had missed it even as he missed her.

Nonetheless, he yearned to return to the surface. It was not quite due to missing Zarianna per say; that had always nagged at him and usually led to taking his consort to the bed or whatever slave girl was on hand. No, he had understood her rejection of him and so the Nym he was with her had shrunken and shrivelled into the background to make room for the more appropriate personalities. But he did want to settle accounts with the Legion, and he wanted to be free of his Master's service, and his Master's 'Master' who he knew could not possibly be the Chosen One or whatever other unholy prophetic nonesense was fortold. He was a warrior, and not a superstitious one at that; the war in Voltrex and the problems arising with the Mother would rob him of his chance at personal payback, petty though some might consider it.  A small slight, but no slight is too small to seek recompense, but the more he thought about it the more he realised it was a means to an end. To power and freedom. Freedom to find a way to shield himself from that psychotic Prophet, Ni'haer and even Pit-Spawn who considers himself the teacher and guide in this.

So he left Ash'arok in charge, one of his best disciples and an adept of the katana. It had given him quite a headstart but he suspected with a new House Weapon Master needed, and the rebuilding before the inevitable attacks on the House begin to curb his power; Ni'haer would be far too busy to track down his deserting retainer. What he did not count on, but found he did not have the heart to leave to suffer at Ni'haer's side, was Kalandri'ira. In a way he never would have taken her along had he been returning to Zarianna's side, he did not want to think of what would go on were they ever to make each other's aquaintance (or what he would do to Kala were she to harm Zari's mind or body in any way) but leaving her seemed a cruelty she did not warrant. His new retainer infact, had seemed quite taken with him since he had flayed her, more taken than a dark elven female normally is with their master; it put HIM off-balance and made him wary.
But he was not returning to Zarianna's side, or Leringard for that matter. She wanted him gone and so he would go, back to Arnax. Kalandri'ira would help him wreak vengance upon his enemies and carve his retribution into the memory of Arnax's shadowy crime syndicate's that they would know to fear his ire. In return, his retainer would serve him as directed by her blood oath, on pain worse than death but she would still have someone that would watch over her, teach her, guide her and if she stayed faithfully.. free her. He fancied that he might even throw in the bonus of returning to the Deep with her for a time in which to bring about a spite-filled and bloody revenge upon those that had crossed Kalandri'ira's family and foolishly allowed her to survive. No better than the dar'thiiri failure really, it deserved a brutal retort.

But for now, he needed to decide on the path that would make him a little too dangerous to be worth killing, and a little too useful as a potential ally to exterminate for all those he had run from. Except it is never that simple, and he knew from campaigning and war that plans rarely survive first contact with the enemy. Were life simple, he might not have ever returned to the Deep again.

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Trade and Market Hall / Re: Auction
« on: January 26, 2013, 05:36:03 pm »
//Auction ends, the armor goes to xsweetpeax

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Development Journals and Discussion / Re: Nec'perya d'Oloth
« on: January 25, 2013, 07:14:43 pm »
Nym studied his face in the mirror, the room sparsely lit by candlelight which in truth he had no use for; his eyes mastered darkness the day he was born. He tried to recognise himself in the mirror but the face that was his seemed alien. How long has it been since he stopped and looked at a reflection and saw who he was? He settled on too long.
His mind felt fractured or compartmentalized, sections of memories and even personalities stored away in his elven brain, divided between his various lives. Lost, Nym, Nym'roos Claddana, Caenithral/Aerenir, Sar'thaal; the lives he had led in his short time on Layonara felt blurred. The lines between reality and fiction fading out as if they were drawn on sand that suffered the predation of the wind.

He turned and looked at the sleeping form of a Dar'thiiri sorceress, the object of fantasy, she had finally succumbed to weariness and the lure of shelter from heartache. He looked back in the mirror and knew she would cast him out for revealing the truth, it was the only response he could imagine likely from her once their last night was spent. A pleasant fiction Nym'roos called it; a better life Nym said, Aerenir and Caenthral just thought their host was a total moron. He liked those two.. they were the cynnical version of him given form in totality; the ones that cared nothing hither or tither, gods nor politics nor ancient grudges. What they want they took. Lost simply remained silent, judging silently while Sar'thaal urged him to drown his pain in the blood of others. Which life and which personality was his? He had become so involved with his various acts he was starting to lose sight in the absense of his Master and in the presence of the natives. He was growing soft..

He focused back on less qualitative musings, he reviewed what he had done. His foolishness with letting Zarianna asks questions she knew better than to ask. His risky appearance in public so that she would have a fond memory of their time together regardless of future complications which now arose. His rise to Qu'el'saruk in the House and his cadre of warriors who answered first to Ni'haer and second to him. His scheme of revenge against the Unseen Legion that crossed him and his plans for Arnax and power.
He felt like a juggler that struggled to maintain a truly impressive act, and so his mind felt thin; stretched like butter over too much bread. Too many personalities and expectations; he had to end it before it crashed down around him, and already Nym was being buried under the rubble of the fantasy with Zarianna.

Kalan'drira nearly discovered him, she forced his hand to demonstrate his superiority and in goading him, she revealed herself as something with the power to cause the end of it all. One word to Ni'haer and likely he could crush her as well, and that would be enough to call an impasse. But the pride, the anger. He pushed back until she shoved, and when she shoved she found herself upon the torture rack.. and she learnt the darkness that lay within him; the darkness Baraeon saw in him when he came of age, coiling around his heart alongside his vindictive nature. Sadism. The rule of Sar'thaal blurred into Nym'roos Claddana's personality, torture became pleasure when it should be just a tool; that rule that promised a hateful vengance upon those that crossed him, and so he unleashed upon her in full. She submitted to him, more than he expected for she seemed utterly willing to surrender herself now. Perhaps it was honor? The realisation she lived anything resembling life due to his mercy? Dark elves had that, twisted and distorted from the pathetic moral compasses of the surfacers, they had something akin to honor.

And Baraeon... he had started to lose his faith, was still in the process of doing so. Every other dark elf in the Deep seemed to put their personal ambition before faith.. so why should he not? Spiders were just prey, like dark elves, like light elves, like humans and like dwarves. But vengance, that was apart of him that would always keep him tied to the darkness, even if only loosely at the rate he was going. That might have also brought him closer to her, and yet he was evil; an outcast, a monster. She wanted him to be good, to give up what came naturally to him, for her. If it were as simple as she made it, maybe he might even try it. A life where you are respected as well as feared, a life where you might enjoy happiness without worrying about being killed for a lapse in your guard, a life where you could afford the luxury of trust.. it was so enticing.. but the reality strikes him in the face. It is not that simple.

He looks at Zari and notices her shiver; keen eyes seeing the glisten of sweat on her brow even in the darkness, and so he approaches. He gently wipes the sweat with a wet rag and lays beside her, covers her, holds her. A pleasant fiction that crumbles with the passing of every second. A night to a human.. a blink of an eye to an elf. How he wishes he could slow time down..

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Development Journals and Discussion / Re: Nec'perya d'Oloth
« on: January 25, 2013, 07:14:04 pm »
Nym studied his face in the mirror, the room sparsely lit by candlelight which in truth he had no use for; his eyes mastered darkness the day he was born. He tried to recognise himself in the mirror but the face that was his seemed alien. How long has it been since he stopped and looked at a reflection and saw who he was? He settled on too long.
His mind felt fractured or compartmentalized, sections of memories and even personalities stored away in his elven brain, divided between his various lives. Lost, Nym, Nym'roos Claddana, Caenithral/Aerenir, Sar'thaal; the lives he had led in his short time on Layonara felt blurred. The lines between reality and fiction fading out as if they were drawn on sand that suffered the predation of the wind.

He turned and looked at the sleeping form of a Dar'thiiri sorceress, the object of fantasy, she had finally succumbed to weariness and the lure of shelter from heartache. He looked back in the mirror and knew she would cast him out for revealing the truth, it was the only response he could imagine likely from her once their last night was spent. A pleasant fiction Nym'roos called it; a better life Nym said, Aerenir and Caenthral just thought their host was a total moron. He liked those two.. they were the cynnical version of him given form in totality; the ones that cared nothing hither or tither, gods nor politics nor ancient grudges. What they want they took. Lost simply remained silent, judging silently while Sar'thaal urged him to drown his pain in the blood of others. Which life and which personality was his? He had become so involved with his various acts he was starting to lose sight in the absense of his Master and in the presence of the natives. He was growing soft..

He focused back on less qualitative musings, he reviewed what he had done. His foolishness with letting Zarianna asks questions she knew better than to ask. His risky appearance in public so that she would have a fond memory of their time together regardless of future complications which now arose. His rise to Qu'el'saruk in the House and his cadre of warriors who answered first to Ni'haer and second to him. His scheme of revenge against the Unseen Legion that crossed him and his plans for Arnax and power.
He felt like a juggler that struggled to maintain a truly impressive act, and so his mind felt thin; stretched like butter over too much bread. Too many personalities and expectations; he had to end it before it crashed down around him, and already Nym was being buried under the rubble of the fantasy with Zarianna.

Kalan'drira nearly discovered him, she forced his hand to demonstrate his superiority and in goading him, she revealed herself as something with the power to cause the end of it all. One word to Ni'haer and likely he could crush her as well, and that would be enough to call an impasse. But the pride, the anger. He pushed back until she shoved, and when she shoved she found herself upon the torture rack.. and she learnt the darkness that lay within him; the darkness Baraeon saw in him when he came of age, coiling around his heart alongside his vindictive nature. Sadism. The rule of Sar'thaal blurred into Nym'roos Claddana's personality, torture became pleasure when it should be just a tool; that rule that promised a hateful vengance upon those that crossed him, and so he unleashed upon her in full. She submitted to him, more than he expected for she seemed utterly willing to surrender herself now. Perhaps it was honor? The realisation she lived anything resembling life due to his mercy? Dark elves had that, twisted and distorted from the pathetic moral compasses of the surfacers, they had something akin to honor.

And Baraeon... he had started to lose his faith, was still in the process of doing so. Every other dark elf in the Deep seemed to put their personal ambition before faith.. so why should he not? Spiders were just prey, like dark elves, like light elves, like humans and like dwarves. But vengance, that was apart of him that would always keep him tied to the darkness, even if only loosely at the rate he was going. That might have also brought him closer to her, and yet he was evil; an outcast, a monster.

He looks at Zari and notices his her shiver, keen eyes seeing glisten of sweat on her brow even in the darkness and so he approaches. He gently wipes the sweat with a wet rag and lays beside her, covers her, holds her. A pleasant fiction that crumbles with the passing of every second. A night to a human.. a blink of an eye to an elf. How he wished he could slow time down..

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Rumour Has It / A letter finds it way into
« on: February 28, 2013, 03:40:14 pm »

A letter finds it way into Jay's position, delivered from a shadowy runner with the stature of an elf..


"If you are reading this, then know that word has reached me of your expedition and know that one of my apprentices has shown an interest in joining it. The following is a few details you should know before you waste your time, just in case you have never attempted this before and get my student killed. The passage into the Undercity lies behind a section of wall in the sewers, sense the flow of the Al'noth and use your wits to detect the flaw in the vision and you will find your way beneath. Once there you will find it inhabited with mercenaries of moderate competence, and a large number of them. Bring some adept with locks and I also suggest they know how to disable traps, the first door is not the only locked path you will come across. I will leave what lurks below for you to discover for yourself, I am sure it will be most entertaining for someone of your disposition. I will say this: What the eyes promise is not as fulfilling as one might think, at least not for you."


The runner slips off the moment the letter is placed either into Jay's hand or where he currently resides.


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Fixed Bugs / Re: Sunroofs in the Deep
« on: January 22, 2013, 12:32:29 pm »
There was an area with no roof, big waterfall. No spawns.
There were maps with Duergar that affected Nym adversely.
There were maps with vampires in them and an ancient wyvern as well that affected him I think. Its a very long trip and it was on and off so much that its not really possible for me to give you the list unless I go back down there and take note of each area piece by piece (need a group or a GM to port me around)

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Trade and Market Hall / Re: Auction
« on: January 22, 2013, 06:52:32 am »
Mumbles after checking level reqs, still happy to keep your bid up?

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Trade and Market Hall / Re: Auction
« on: January 20, 2013, 07:59:36 pm »
Oh drat, please check the list as I forgot to put level requirements down! Used the lens for the goggles and ring, the Armor has a req checked since I cant wear it so that one is accurate.

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NWN Ideas, Suggestions, Requests / Re: WL character quests
« on: January 18, 2013, 12:08:06 pm »
Personally I like the idea of gathering a list of WL's talking to them OOC and then sorting out a quest where in you find an NPC who then tells you a story about a WL's history or exploits.
Ammending that, you could have the 'seeking out' part be visiting a place that was affected/important to (or whatever is applicable) to that World Leader where an interactable item can be placed.
In essence the idea is you visit a place that was the site of something important and meditate there for awhile get an XP boost and both the NPs and the item itself can come with LORE attached for players to read up on and use IC/OOC where ever appropriate. The items themselves can have historic descriptions placed on them for players to read while they're character visit these landmark places, and all the IC info relating to the story and the WL can come from the NPC.

Though shooting my idea in the foot, for character like Ni'haer or Hardargh.. some areas which were the foci of their ascent to WL may be GM areas and not accessible. Regardless the whole story-teller quests around the world part seems like a good idea rather than purely relying on the Mouth and the Criers.
As for what is told.. it may not always be accurate; it may be embellished, biased, untrue. Thats pretty much how things happen in real life with celebrities, historical events etc. Players who do then run across a WL may get the chance to ask them about it and the WL themselves may learn a little something abou what some people think of them.

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Fixed Bugs / Re: Vampire Webweaver inaction
« on: January 18, 2013, 11:50:42 am »
Clarity and confirmation:

I was there and besides defensive buffs, no reaction, attacks, movement nada.

Credit to Diva for the maps as I understand it, nice place for sure; the lair is much creepier looking than most crypts and I like the heavy darkness of the undercity. Realistic.

Locked doors = the two doors in the Forgotten Lair that require a key to unlock.

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NWN Ideas, Suggestions, Requests / Re: WL character quests
« on: January 17, 2013, 06:48:08 pm »
Dunno, it was on west. some druid lady gave it to me like a RL year ago. TO find RHizome

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NWN Ideas, Suggestions, Requests / Re: WL character quests
« on: January 17, 2013, 05:42:20 pm »
Just a question I think related to this but.. the quest Wisdom of the Great Oak. I was told requires finding the WL PC so he can grant the quest finished. Am I to assume then that there is actually an NPC version of him hidden somewhere?

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Trade and Market Hall / Re: Angels Guild--Adventure Outfitters
« on: January 17, 2013, 12:43:25 pm »
A note lies neatly where a belt of the Watcher was on display originally opening to be read in block common as if the writer were not naturally used to the symbols involved with writing it and so has purposely ensured his script is perfectly legible by all:

"Thirty-thousand trues paid from my account to your Guild, the remaining ten thousand that I owe can be paid with the metals I provided you (ten thousand credit in total if I am not mistaken).

- Sar'thaal."

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Introduce Yourself / Re: Hello Fellow RPers!
« on: January 17, 2013, 06:20:43 am »
Your timing is quite good, a fair number of lower level characters running around lately that you should bump into fairly quickly. Feel free to ask any questions about the world to whoevers online. Everyone should be able to help you out with most things OOC if not IC :), hope you enjoy your time here with us and looking forward to more elven blood ;)

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Roleplaying / Re: Kudos for great roleplay
« on: January 17, 2013, 04:22:38 am »
I know Tyra, be sure to thank them later ;)

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Roleplaying / Re: Kudos for great roleplay
« on: January 16, 2013, 07:32:09 am »
Seconding these two, great RP player event;best I've been to! Special thanks to Andy/Elo fr organizing, the DM for rewarding the RP and finally everyone who made Nym feel unwelcome ;). He is still a bad guy at the end of the day afterall.

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Trade and Market Hall / Re: Angels Guild--Adventure Outfitters
« on: January 15, 2013, 04:05:55 pm »
//Shall I swing by and pick up my metal then?

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