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Just for Fun / What do you groove to?

« on: April 13, 2014, 10:46:29 am »

I'm wondering what you guys tend to have "on" in the background while your gamming here? Yeah. I realise, that is kind of a dorky question, but I am curious. I'm guessing some of you are probly into some truely interesting music.For me, It's usually DVR'd Charly Rose. For instance ATM I have the semi recent program where he is interviewing "Russy Riot" going on in the background as I write this.When the program ends my reciever will default to CNN (Zzzzzzzzz.... Boring! Right?!)But musicly, Nothing does Layo justice for me like Rush's newest album; Clockwork Angels! YEAH! The whole album almost seem's to be about one aspect of Layo or another.Whats your thing? 

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Rumour Has It / Lost Merchant

« on: February 05, 2014, 10:08:02 am »

Boris, a slump, fair willed halve orc, walked up to the camp fire, bringing with him his perpetual stink, a fine blend of fresh sewer water and some charcoaly loam, recognizing several of the adventurers there, and their  disdain for his smell. They were Talia, a practicer of the faith, Kalberen, Sehky, and Glitch, tactical fighters well practiced with the ways of the blade, and a shadowy newcommer, Ryn'lida, someone with unclear intentions. Many had just returned from a hard fought battle with some werebeasts in a temple with strange magic.The flare of banter over the evenings affairs is lite and short. Their  voices were starting to trail off, as some began to exit while others started to arrive.Contemplating for a moment, he utterd in his broken language,"...Any ah yew hear about dat miss'n shop keep?"Met by a a wash of shrugs and "No's", he continued;"Ya! Dey was say'n dat he went miss'n near dem Blackstone mountains! Dey say he's dead but dey want fer someone ta bring back his body!"He looked around the crowd, There seemed to be a willingnes among them."Any ah yew wanna go git his body wit me?"Many showed a genuine interest. Talia and others asked where Blackstone mountains were."Dey ain too far from duh Black hills, what ain too far from Corax Lake, what ain too far from Prantz."He barked in his shabby speech, a rough voice paired badly with a short grasp of the language.Then after a few strange moments involving glitter, indigestion,  and Glitches armpits, the party set off in ernest."Alright den! lets git on wit it!" The road to the Blackstone mountains was long, slow and cumbersome, yet the group made their way without incident. At one point some giants attempted to throw them an unkind a welcoming party but the group met them with an acumen.Bugbears on the other hand posed a bit more of a threat yet there too the group showed poise.Opon entering the cave they could hear the hyper hissing af snakes. They made thier aproach guarded and well planned.Out of the darknes a giant black snake attacked and quickly the walls began to ecco with a cacophony of steel coliding, chaos and the rushed madness of battle. At points snakes gained the upperhand! For a moment the peril seemed to overwhelm them, but lead by Glitches swiftnes, Ryn'lida's stealthy aproach, Kalberen's steady hands, Sehky's brutality, Boris's hearty flatulence, and Talia's sure footed healing, they're victory was assured!In the din of the after battle, a body laying nearby became the focal point. The group gathered around it solemnly. Ryn'lida was  the first to approach, followed by Talia who proceded to prepare the body for the trip back home. Her steady hands wrapped the body and she whispered words, lost to Boris's understanding but which seemed kind and enlightening to him. When she finnished Boris carfully lifted the body positioning it over his shoulder. The body flopped about like a ragdoll amid Boris's handeling.Without, a word the group began to make their way home. The return trip was fairly uneventful, after pauseing only to split up the finds of the journey, and Boris's occasional complaints about the extra weight,  they returned to Center, body and all.... To be continued....//The list of players as I recall it are:Ryn'lidaKalberenGlitchTaliaSehkeyand me..BorisIf I'm missing anyone please pipe in!//Forgive my bad spelling and brevity, Its awfully late at night....*Falls asleep at the keyboard*  Zzzz zz zzzzz.....//Oh and thanks gang!//Well Mr. DM sire, (Xaltotun) I leave it in your capable hands now!//I reedited this mess this morning. I love how I was mixing past tence with present tense. Oh and the many horrible misspellings... some may still remain.... 

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Poetic License / I think this one is mostly about the passing of time...

« on: February 01, 2014, 04:31:46 pm »

Times Shifting Sands

In the middle of a hard driven pace
A thunderous rumbling 
A ponderous grumbling 
There ever subtly 
Is a rare uttered mumbling
Where something stupendous is graced.

This is a place of extremes
Where fate replaces dreams.

Captured in captions beneath the plain.
Mired in the moors
Of tired inner horrors,
There is a supple
Higher remorse
For long lost lives and new aching pains

Where fear replaces desire
And years are faced with mire 

Uncommon blunders abound 
Sickly decisions,
with tricky precision,
splice twice, and thrice,
In equal division,
all asunder, the common ground.

What remains takes pains to perceive.
Too many things are hard to believe.

Slippery in  it's inner meaning,
ever wavering,
never staying
still in any sense,
or savoring 
the innocence of the inner being.

Some forgotten things 
are worth remembering

Truth is stranger than everything!
Fantastic facts,
and fanatical acts,
are split between 
erratic attacks,
and insurmountable suffering.

Some things are better
left in the ether.

Crumbling foundations fall!
With the quickest
swiftness,
even the thickest
bricks, shift
In to rubble, mortar and all!

No monument can withstand
the drifting tides of times shifting sands.

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Ask A Gamemaster / Yew pipe>tobacco drying box. filled with tobbacco leaf, doesn't seem to work?

« on: January 14, 2014, 04:04:21 pm »

Hi all!I have a tobacco "pressing" box and I've filled it to the brim with tobacco but it doesn't seem to want to "press" the tobacco. It doesn't have a "use" option. I'm wondering if I'm supposed to ad some other ingredient. (maby salt?) But I'm confident one of you guys will know the answer!This way, the next time someone tells me to put something in my pipe and smoke it, I'll be able to do just that!Yes? 

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General Discussion / 149 Krandor (oopsies!) "...this is not my beautiful house!?"

« on: January 13, 2014, 02:04:57 pm »

To the more present owner of 149 Krandor, whomever you are, I fear I have made a grave error!Last week when I popped on to Layo for the first time in 10 years, and I made the mistake of assuming that 149 Karandor was indeed still my house. Now I realise of course , obviosly, after 10 years it isn't any more, (Too bad! I lost alot of resources in that exchange but on the whole I fully respect and understand the need to keep things tidy and free up houses that have been sitting dormant for years.) At any rate in my missjudgement and lack of understanding, one of my PC's; Trip Nivendarth, "borrowed'' 100 cobalt arrow tips (and possibly one or two other lesser things which at this time I simply can't recall but I thought I should mention the posibility of them,  "just in case," and will happily compansete you for any,  if they should exist)  which he, apon realising his error, has since returned. (I'm thankfull it wasn't Brutus or Boris who walked in there then, They'd likley had taken (er borrowed) so much more.)Please forgive the mistake, and recognise it as just that, "a big dumb mistake" And please enjoy the house. Brutus misses it dearly.My deepest apologies!Sincerely,Brutus_Clawfoot 

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Poetic License / A poem about a blizzard

« on: December 27, 2013, 01:25:18 am »

I see it's been about three years since someone posted something here so I figured "what the hry" 'll drop one of mine here.... This one is about a blizzard.... Bleak and crushing is the majestic cold

Speaking a language from the days of old

Beating a drum

"Thump thump thump!"

Breathing a deaths breath, cruel and bold

Fleeing from branches flurries of Brown and gold,

Heading the drum,

"Thump thump thump!

 

Laying waste to any place

Where painted flowers graced 

A beleaguered landscape.

And eager hands shape

The land in a quickened pace.

Spraying  bits in a spritely race

Like a flittering cape

In a whirlwind escape

 

Making every vista change.

Making familiar places strange.

Freeing the drums!

"Thump thump thump!"

Breaking wildly over the range!

Rearranging the rearranged!

Being the drum!

"Thump thump thump"

 

A haggardly, angry old man,

Entering in to a blithering rant,

Feeling his age, 

Feeling enraged,

Sinister, bleatings of fantastic plans,

Rendering beatngs with pummeling hands!

a hammering sledge 

dredging up sludge

 

And breaking the kindling

While gracefully  mingling

The beating drum's

"Thump thump thump!"

With a hasty tangling

Mess of everything!

Here it comes!

"Thump thump thump!"

 

He is your master! Bow to him!

Here is your chance to sing his hymn.

A screaming omen

Of freezing homes and

The crashing of his careless whim

The catastrophe of his  barreling vim

Hear the weary tone

Of his metered drone 

 

 Crushing even the sweetest sweetness

Coming from the deepest recess

Of the beating drum

"Thump thump thump!"

Because his wrath is fierce and ceaseless

Torridly tossing piercing pieces

One by one

"Thump thump thump"

 

Against the walls of tiny homes

And through the windows pieces roam

Breaking shattered 

glass is scattered

All around a shrinking room

Morphing to a stinking tomb

Making patterns

Of sheer disaster!

 

Then nothingness!

Amid distressed

Pounding drums!

"Thump thump thump!"

Amid the mist

And duressed

Pumping drums

"Thump thump thump!"

 

Unwanted clatter! Ever beating!

Among the clutter not receding.

Neither easing,

Nor releasing

His  angry grip. His meaty 

Fists of blizzards greeting

This freezing

Season,

 

With rapid assuredness.

He raps out the burdens 

Of the the  drum,

"Thump thump thump!'

It slowly becomes a wordless

 permanent abhorrence!

It has begun!

"Thump thump thump!"

 

And then as if to calm the bluster

flakes of ice in tiny clusters

Fall floating from the sky

Al over. Imminently high

Above the crystal luster

Of a newly whitewashed duster.

A whisking wind blows by,

And fleeting flurries fly...

 

At last the master is it ease.

His dizzy belligerents is pleased

And his drum's

"Thump thump thump"

In the onward grinding breeze

Is lost to the stillness of the freeze

Replacing "Thumps!"

With a steady "Hummmm..."

 

 

 

 

 

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Introduce Yourself / Brutus Clawfoot Lives!

« on: December 22, 2013, 11:17:44 pm »

...Or atleast he wants to anyway! Aw shucks! Its been WAY too long! I sure do miss you guys! I'm assuming Seteece has long since vanished. Damn happy to see that Orth and Shifdragon seem to be still alive and well'ish. I recall Brutus attended a wedding between (I think)  Planareus and... Brisbane? Sooo long ago! Too bad Ozzy split! That dude could RP! So could Talan Vlash! I miss you Talan! Wherever you are. I think I see that Bjorn is still semi alive... Bjorn, If your out there, a big "howdy''  to ya! And yes Fien. Whether you like it or not I miss you too. Dear god there are so many others!Ugh! My typing is so out of practice!I have been following your progress from a far. It sounds like your new engine is atleast on life support. I'm still hopefull that all pans out properly for you guys. Its a brilliant I dea. But it also apears that your NWN engine is somehow still floating. I'm awfully glad to see that.  And Im noticing there are a semi stable amount of new faces (newer) Thats a positive sign!  Well, Simply put, I just wanted to say; Your friendly neighborhood, beans eating, Half ork says "hi" and while RL truely ripped me a whole new one (and permadeath tried to jump in on the action as well) I'm very happy to see that Layonara is still chugg'n along and in particular it is reasuring to see that calender still has new dates (campaigns) being added regularly!I hope to see you all in game soon!  Now, down to business.... Orth, If you will have me, In the comming weeks I should very much like to breath life back in to Brutus. I know he"s got a whole lot of death tokens on him (9 as I recall) I Wouldn't dare ask you for help with that. I'll just be so happy to RP him. I'll take him just the way he is. I dont have my new computer up and running yet but I expect to soonish. I DO have a new email address which you should be able to see when you look me up asI am logged in here now. And I have no idea what my password was back then. (let alone my old email address) but I'm pretty sure my login was brutusclawfoot.  So I'll be kind of starting from scratch.Is there any way I can slip back in to my old account using my new information? I also Played Boris Clawfoot, and Trip Nivendorf. But It's Bruty I miss the most!I do hope there is. RL has'nt been real kind the past several years but I'm finally getting my "mojo' back and I would love to bring some good old fashoned RP to Layo again.Feel free to PM me from here on end. I'll likely PM you as I get closser to "go"timeThankd so much Orth!And again "cheers' to all the rest of you! As well as all you newbies (well...newbies in my eyes. My erra was around the days of yore during 2005)But you all sound like a great bunch! Game on!