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RedSoxFan3
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Fan of Red Sox
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posted April 22, 2004 06:20 AM |
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The dry dirt crunched as the pack of zombies made their way across blighted plains. Moans were let out from time to time. Not the stealthiest of groups, but it didn’t matter. Few would dare encounter these frightful monstrosities. One of the zombies, the one leading the group, seemed different as though it wasn’t really a zombie. It was less stiff and intelligent looking. It stops and the remainder of the pack stops in unison staring off blankly into space. The intelligent looking zombie pulls out a map. It is certain. This is definitely no zombie, perhaps some sort of illusionist/necromancer. After a quick glance at the map, the “zombie” nods his head as though he is assured they are on the right track and turns southeast entering a foggy cursed forest…
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Go Red Sox!
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gorman
Promising
Legendary Hero
Been around since before 2003
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posted May 11, 2004 12:51 AM |
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*walking along after poisoning my many arrows, I come across a strange sight. A fairy appears to be killing forest animals for no particular reason. Finding this incredibly interesting, I slowly walk towards it to hopefully find an ally*
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When all else fails... Take notes.... ALL the time... ESPECIALLY when playing D&D.... or Pokemon in my case
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Asmodean
Responsible
Supreme Hero
Heroine at the weekend.
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posted May 11, 2004 12:54 AM |
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Sitting up in the trees, he sees the zombies enter the forest. One of them was holding a map.
He's played with zombies before, but they never scream, and are too stupid to follow the rules of the game.
But they never carry maps.
He decided to follow them, he was getting bored with killing badgers anyways.
Maybe he'll play with the zombies anyway.
A faint rustle distracts him and he glances behind........nothing.
Flitting from tree to tree he tracks the zombies, again there is that faint rustle behind him.
Dropping lightly to the ground he spins around.......nothing.
'Okay' he announces in a piping voice. 'Hide and Seek is not one of my favorite games'
Part of the dark forest resolves into a walking shape, and a dark elf steps out of the gloom.
'Oh goody. A new playmate!'
Dark elves know some of the bestest games ever!
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To err is human, to arr is pirate.
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gorman
Promising
Legendary Hero
Been around since before 2003
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posted May 11, 2004 11:31 PM |
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Gorman: Yes, we do know some of the cruelest and most gruesome games ever. Enough to satisfy the need of one who loves to trick others...
*the fairy laughs and flutters a few feet*
Gorman: I see that you aren't exactly a "typical" fairy. I sense something dark and sinister about you. Tell me...what is your business, why are you here, and what kind of games do you enjoy playing? 
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When all else fails... Take notes.... ALL the time... ESPECIALLY when playing D&D.... or Pokemon in my case
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Asmodean
Responsible
Supreme Hero
Heroine at the weekend.
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posted May 12, 2004 11:13 PM |
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For an instant a look of loss crosses the little sprites face.
'They sent me away.....' he murmurs. Then a look of unadulterated rage lights in his eyes. 'They said I was bad.....'
Suddenly he giggles, all brightness and smiles again. 'But I sure showed em'.
He holds out his tiny hand.
'My names Wicked Tim. Actually it's Timothy Sparkledrop, but you must never call me that. I like Wicked Tim soooo much better. And I'm not a fairy. Fairies are stupid and they never play fun games. I am a sprite'.
The dark elf reaches out and gravely shakes the little sprites hand. The sprite flutters his wings and hovers at eye-level with the dark elf.
'I like games where people scream. I'm ever so good at making people scream. Do you like to make people scream Mr. Elf? And what's your name? I told you mine, it's only fair I should know yours, I mean, I can't keep calling you Mr. Elf if your going to be my new playmate can I? What shall we play? I was following some zombies. They're not very good at screaming, but one of them had a map. Have you ever seen a zombiw with a map. Zombies are icky, and squidgy, but did you know Mr. Elf, you can cut off their legs and they still keep going. Isn't that funny Mr. Elf. Oops there I go again calling you mr. Elf. You really should tell me your name you know!'
Finally the dark elf can get a word in, he had been kind of mesmerised by the torrent of words the little sprite unleashed, but this sprite had a twisted side that the dark elf found appealing. perhaps he could make use of this little fellow.
'My name is .......'
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To err is human, to arr is pirate.
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gorman
Promising
Legendary Hero
Been around since before 2003
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posted May 12, 2004 11:56 PM |
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I ask that you simply call me Gorman. It's...more of a human nickname, but its easy for those with low intellegence to pronounce. The games I enjoy playing are deadly ones...the kind of game where someone's life is on the line! Preferably not my own! *laughs* However, there are plenty of pulses around this land, and I intend to stop many of the hearts that flow the blood from beating. What would you say to THAT kind of fun?
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When all else fails... Take notes.... ALL the time... ESPECIALLY when playing D&D.... or Pokemon in my case
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Asmodean
Responsible
Supreme Hero
Heroine at the weekend.
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posted May 13, 2004 12:08 AM |
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As the dark elf talks, the little sprites eyes seem to glow with an inner light of rapture.
When the dark elf finishes, the little man breathes an ecstatic little sigh.
'Oh........goody!'
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To err is human, to arr is pirate.
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Shadowcaster
Honorable
Supreme Hero
Shaded Scribe
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posted May 13, 2004 12:18 AM |
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We'll just pretend my posts are still here...
OOC:
-I was captured by Matthias and Artemus
-I teamed up with Baarta to fight them and escape
-A horde of dwarves aided us in our struggle, giving he and I the time to escape; the bad guys escaped as well
That about catches us up.
Shadowcaster was growing winded; that staff had drained him, even though it had not fulfilled its purpose. At least it had been destroyed in the commotion. The shadow mage hoped it could not be repaired, but a sinking feeling in his gut told him he still had something to fear from those two. For now, he simply ran, hoping that he could not be followed by anyone.
Baarta was behind him, but both were exhausted and were not running very fast. They would run until one of them could go no further, a moment that was not too far off. The shadow mage soon sank to one knee, beathing heavily, and signaled his friend to stop. Crouching in the snow did not help with his predicament much either. If they stayed out here for the night, Shadowcaster knew that he would either go mad from the cold or die from it. Camping in these woods was not an option.
Baarta, being an elf, was scanning the surrounding area for whatever he could find to build a fire. As luck would have it, he found a large pile of wood nearby, but the builder of the nearby fire might not be too happy to lose his firewood. The sharpshooter stepped forward to examine the stranger, a lone human by the looks of him, and soon returned to his recuperating friend to show him the find.
With difficulty, Baarta helped Shadowcaster to the clearing as he told the shadow mage of what he had seen. The two approached the clearing and peered to the spot that Baarta had described. But now, there were well over 20 men in the area, and it seemed that the human was travelling with these rangers. But a short conversation revealed that the two parties had just met and were by no means unwary of each other.
Just then, Shadowcaster spotted the pile of firewood and lurched toward the spot where it lay, ignoring Baarta's plea for him to stop for fear of being spotted.
"He's distracted," asserted the shadow mage, "besides, I'm freezing. I don't know about you, but I don't want to die in this pit of despair. We need a fire!"
Shadowcaster soon realized what he had done, and covered his mouth as the group of strangers turned to face the shadow mage. Much to Shadowcaster's surprise, Faerion stepped forward and was the first to speak as Baarta readied an arrow from his hiding place, unaware that these rangers were not his enemies.
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Lith-Maethor
Honorable
Legendary Hero
paid in Coin and Cleavage
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posted July 04, 2004 07:57 AM |
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...somewhere in the woods...
...Faerion is the one to spot Shadowcaster first, the rest of the rangers are rather busy dealing with Isildur, or so it seems, soon five of them circle Shadowcaster...
Faerion: we meet again... care to join the party?
...one of the hooded Elves, approaches them as well, the hood is pulled back to reveal a female Elf with green feline eyes and dark red air, her lips quirk into a smile...
Morwen: what do we have here?
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