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Poetic License / The Ballad of Gromak and Harri as sung by Mangus Crunch« on: June 24, 2014, 03:05:28 pm »The Ballad of Gromak and Harri as sung by Mangus Crunch Sung to the tune of... ...well... ...let's not kid ourselves. Where Mangus's singing is concerned there isn't much in the way of tune involved. ...let alone tone. Just try to imagine a drunk half naked Orc dancing on a table at the One Eyed Harpy singing this song. ...Actually, maybe you shouldn't try to imagine that. Oh Er went on er journey In search er some bounty With me mateys er Gromak an' Harri. Dem giants an' ogres We felled dem real slow 'cause We wasn't in too much er hurry! Dem giants, dey frowned, Said, "me smash yew down!" But quickly we flanked'm an' parried An' Er runs around Lay me club to dey crowns An' beats'em with Gromak an' Harri! An' Er git's... Silver an' gold, silver an'gold, dese is deh things what makes er Orc happy" Silver an' gold Never git's old Fer me an' Gromak an' Harri! Den iron an' platinum, Will easily fatten an Orc with deh coin he will git!" An' Gromak and him An' Harri will win More on er really good bet!" At Leningrad We'll win at cards An' drink away all our lute An' den eef we wins, We'll repent our sins At houses of ill repute! An' we git's... Silver an' gold, silver an'gold, dese is deh things what makes er Gnome happy" Silver an' gold Never git's old Fer me an' Gromak an' Harri! An' me an' Gromak an' Harri We will take a ferry Off to Leningrad To spend all our money On cards, booze an' honeys An' any thing else what's bad! An' iff'n we looses We'll finish our boozes Without deh slightest worry Cause we kin do it again Ogres, an' Giants an den To Leningrad in er hurry! An' git's... Silver an' gold, silver an'gold, dese is deh things what makes er Elf happy Silver an' gold Never git's ooooold //Big finnish!// Fer me an' Gromak an' Harri! Hahaha hahahaaaa! 242
Poetic License / There's this...« on: June 17, 2014, 10:30:46 pm » Two pebbles All the pebbles in the river are green. All the pebbles on the riverbed are white One of the green pebbles in the river said to one of the white pebbles on the riverbed; " I like you. You are white and beautiful, and I want to be nearer to you." And the white pebble on the riverbed said; "I like you. You are green and beautiful, and I want to be nearer to you." Then One thousand years passed. There they remained. And the white pebble on the riverbed said to the green pebble in the river; "I still like you and I still want to be nearer to you." And the green pebble in the river said; " I still like you and I still want to be nearer to you." Another thousand years passed There they remained The white people said; " I want to be near you!" The green pebble said; " I want to be near you!" On that day, the wolf was chasing the deer. The wolf was getting closer and closer, nearer and nearer. The dear knew that if she crossed the river it would slow the wolf down, so she raced across the river, and it worked! It's slowed the wolf down. The deer got away. The wolf gave up the chase. But when the deer raced across the river she kicked up both the white pebble and the green pebble, When it was all over the white pebble said; " I am in the river! Where are you?" and the green pebble said; "I am on the riverbed!" In one thousand years the white pebble turned green and the green pebble turned white, and a day came when the wolf caught the deer. This is the way of time.
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Ask A Gamemaster / Mangus is stuck« on: May 29, 2014, 12:05:11 pm »
I'm hoping by the time one of you guys reads this, someone will have already popped on and yanked me out of there but just in case....
Poor Mangus got himself trapped in a quest area; Dwarven Ruins. He went in by way of the Rumblings From The Past quest. He is stuck there now because a lightning storm came through my area and knocked the power out in my house mid quest and by the time when I was able to get back on, everyone had long since left. Don't get me wrong, he kind of likes it there, but he can't sleep and he's running out of rations. He has thus far spent a fair amount of time tinkering with his inventory and fiddling with this or that, but he's running out of things to do, and RL beckons. I think for now I will just leave him logged in and perhaps if one of you catches this in time, if you could yank him out of there and stick him where ever is convenient for you, he will be much obliged. For what it's worth he is bound at Fort Vehl but he is particular to Haven. Thanks in advanced! Oh and don't be alarmed if, when you find him he is singing some deplorable sailors song. It gives him comfort while he's traveling alone. When last I checked on him he was singing the one about a three legged woman. 244
Ask A Gamemaster / Godless Orc!« on: May 05, 2014, 01:18:04 pm »
Poor Mangus. He's running around, being faithful to Shadon, wearing all the right clothes, carrying all the right weapons, doing all the right things, but it seems his creator may have made a little boo-boo. (My first EVER! ...on that day.) Somehow I either neglected to type Shadon in the proper slot, or perhaps I misspelled it or, when I was typing the name I got unexpectedly transported through a warm hole into another time and dimension only for brief moment but just long enough to make it so that when I thought I was typing it, didn't actually happen in the more present space and time, where we currently exis. (My money's on that one!) But for whatever the reason, Shadon is not spearing as Mangus's dieity. Sadly I only know this because Mumbles happen to catch it when he bumped into me in game and poked around a little. (Thanks again Mumbles! :-) ) So I'm bringing it to you guys. Contrary to my own personal imaginings that Orcs are hapless, godles, creatures, Mangus, I'm certain, would take offense to that. He wants very much to be able to worship Shadon so he can have the color of his ward against evil be purple-ish...What can be done here? //Sub note to any forum lurkers, hey guys, you're really missing out here! Layo is alive and well and a great world to go and explore! C'mon in! : )
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Ask A Gamemaster / Lag death party, and I'm invited!« on: April 27, 2014, 11:38:30 am »
Ouch! So thats what lag death feels like. I just lost 20,000 xps and got a soul stone, (yikes!) to being killed by a creature who wasn't even in the same hall as me and I didn't even get a grave to pray over. Oh my! I think the site needs a reset or something. It has been kinda glitchy those last few days there. I'd like to make a gracefull plea for my soul stone and exp's but I'm Too dimm to know how to proove it or anything. I dont know how to do thoses still shots that you guys do, plus its too late anyway. But a reset will help!Good luck with all that! On a different note, I'd like to say again, I'm absolutly loving it here!
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General Discussion / You ARE invited! Monday April 21« on: April 19, 2014, 12:13:28 pm »
Mangus Crunch //OOC// Cordially invites you to join him on his "start" date. I will be delivering him to your welcoming or unwelcoming, claws or hands or even mechanical bits, to plot against or make friends with, as you see fit, on Monday April 21. I have the whole day off so I plan to run him for the entirety of the time more or less so I should be at your mercy for all the time zones. (are you hearing this Australia?!) so if you're feeling the need to corrupt someone, kick someone around, act as a tour guide, be helpful to someone, or just go smash some skulls (hopefully there will be plenty of that!) com'on down to Brutus Clawfoot's "Here's Mangus Crunch emporium" and get your self one very fine piece of Dealer Certified RP and show Young Mangus Crunch a good 'what for' ! (in lawyer speak) offer limited to participating members. Supplies are limited. Offer only good while supplies last. Skull smashing can only be had when the smashing of skulls is occurring. Young Mangus Crunch is not a trademark of anything really. RP is good, and you should get some. Void where RL plays a hand! I hope to see any or all of you there! Cheers! LOL! Oh and for what it's worth you may notice Mangus on Sunday as well but on that day I'm really only planning to get him sorted out and organized so he will be ready for Monday. (forgive me if he isn't very social on Sunday) Enjoy!
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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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Poetic License / Or this?« on: April 13, 2014, 01:25:40 am »
"I am the king of everything"
I am the king of everything and you will bow to me. I am the king of everything and you will bend and beg and bleed. I am the Lord of this dark fjord And you will fall and flail and flee. And in this world of gore and horror I'll control your destiny Frightful you will cry and woefully wonder why. Nightfall will appear. Awful atmosphere will choke away the day. Like the python does his prey. Designed to define pain and maligned desire. Dour hours will devour your every lasting breath 'till everlasting death. I am the king of everything And you will follow me. I won't leave you anything But brambles in the scree I am the lord of this bleating horde And you will shriek and shrink And bang your head on your bed board And wallow in the stink. And you will plot and pray in the rotten fray of my divined despised design and writhe and twist and clench your fist But no crying gasp will ease my grasp No veering path will rout my wrath. Evil and mean. I'll peel you clean! I am the king of everything and you will revile me You will bring me offerings I'll take them gleefully I am blight and I am right And pure and clear and clean And you are dirt and you will hurt And I will rule supreme! I will force you And coheres you And resourcefully Divorce you from sanity, Humanity, And panicking You'll manically Beg of me To set you free Alas you'll see It will not be! I am the king of everything and you will service me. I will make you pour my drinks I'll drink them carelessly I am lord and you are mine. And you will pour yet more wine I will drink and you will grin For poison is there in... 249
Development Journals and Discussion / Mangus Crunch's book of tricks.« on: March 28, 2014, 12:31:57 pm »
The bed snapped.He knew immediatly what had happened when it happened, and beyond the shadow of a doubt why it happened.Beatrice!He had come home after a long day of running around the woods with Sateece, getting in to an assortment of troubles, and ready for a long nights rest. He knew he had stayed out much later than he should, but Beatrice was already in her room and he assumed fast asleep. She had left a light meal out for him on the plank table. He ate it qickly.He climed the stairs as quietly as he could, hoping not to wake her. He had stayed out much later than she normally approved but as he was getting older she had become less strick about his cufew. Still he didn't want to take any chances.As he crept passed her room, he could see her curled in her blanket and hear her softly snoring.Safe!He entered his room happy with himfelf. He changed, and eased himself in to his bed so as to not make a sound. He pulled the blankets around himself and curled in to a comfy position ready for a long nights rest. once positioned he took in a big sigh of reief knowing he had gotten away with it.At that moment the bed snapped!
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Poetic License / How about this?« on: February 20, 2014, 09:28:25 pm »
"The Papal Steeple"
Evil people the papal steeple. Sneaking peeks through the steeples peep hole. Ghoulish geezer peeking, sees a Girl. With ease he'll quickly seize her, mare her, marry her, scar her, and bury her far from anywhere any will find her. Deep in the keep the steeples keeper creeps down steep stairs, deeper and deeper. Carrying the girl, plucked from the world They sway and swirl, Like dancers twirl. Down to the dungeon Foul and repugnant Vile and pungent Like his vengeance! The steeples, keepers, hidden secret chambers keep her safe and sacred. Deft endeavor There forever. Never ever will he leave her. Evil people The papal steeple Peeking through the Steeples peep hole. The evil geezer Sees another Guilty pleasure At his leasure He will steal her Just to leave her In his lair there With the others Will he ever Stop this ever Sick endeavor? Clearly never! Evil people The papal steeple Peeking through the Steeples peep hole. Seeking madly He must have her Sadly adding More cadavers. Whisking wildly Down the steep stairs Tripping while she Flails and flitters. Falling while they Whale and stutter Clawing all the Way In utter Horror of the Deadly deepness Crashing to the Depths beneath the Papel steeple Quickly keeping Company with the dungeons secrets! And there forever Will he join her And all his other Burried lovers... 251
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. 253
Ask A Gamemaster / I lost mylarge addy +2 electric resistance sheild« on: January 17, 2014, 08:36:45 pm »
All wright ! I'll say it! I'm a "dits" There! Are you happy? I said it. "I'm a dits." I have no idea how I managed to do it but some how I missplaced my large +2 electric resistance addy sheild. And do you know what? I agree with you! I don't deserve to get it back as punishment for my stupidity. I do! And for that reason I'm more than prepared to suffer the consequenses for my actions, and leave it at that. But, I figured I would at least mention it, just in case you happend upon it, and wondered,"Hmmm? I wonder who this belongs to?" It's me! And if you should find it in your heart to return it to me I can assure you I would be forever gratefull.Even though I dont deserve it.I'm just that thankfull to be able to be here again!
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Ask A Gamemaster / I lost mylarge addy +2 electric resistance sheild« on: January 17, 2014, 08:36:42 pm »
All wright ! I'll say it! I'm a "dits" There! Are you happy? I said it. "I'm a dits." I have no idea how I managed to do it but some how I missplaced my large +2 electric resistance addy sheild. And do you know what? I agree with you! I don't deserve to get it back as punishment for my stupidity. I do! And for that reason I'm more than prepared to suffer the consequenses for my actions, and leave it at that. But, I figured I would at least mention it, just in case you happend upon it, and wondered,"Hmmm? I wonder who this belongs to?" It's me! And if you should find it in your heart to return it to me I can assure you I would be forever gratefull.Even though I dont deserve it.I'm just that thankfull to be able to be here again!
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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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Ask A Gamemaster / Yew pipe>tobacco drying box. filled with tobbacco leaf, doesn't seem to work?« on: January 14, 2014, 04:04:18 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..." 259
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!
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