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Saturday, January 29th, 2005
5:43 pm
[mordicai]
man, my next classic dnd character is so totally going to be a halfling. i wonder what class i should take? its been forever & a day since i made a new guy- not that i have plans to make one now. seriously, there are no halflings in these games i play in- now you see the rascism inherit in the system! i should cut all their throats while they sleep.

Current Mood: blue bandanas.
Friday, December 19th, 2003
11:01 am
[vistcoatis]
This was one of the best communities ever lol, we need more hin adventures.
Friday, December 13th, 2002
7:09 am
[mordicai]
so somehow we did find our way to this place. its a big sandy desert, but like thats really very concerning? a couple of scorpians were tailing us, but i saw the way they lie in the sand, the sorts of dunes they like to bask on, & more importantly- you know, where they keep their vital organs. they're just big bugs, & i've been killing bugs longer then sammy has been cutting purses taking back whats rightfully ours from the biggers. sure, halflings. apparently the half that isn't stupid, ugly, & noisy as a good restraunts kitchen.

so there are a fuckload of these gnomes. they keep looking at us funny when we talk about tinselton, or waterdeep, but i don't know, maybe sammy is right & they do know something. it was all i could do to keep him from stringing one up by the ankles & questioning it. he's right though. i do hate the tall bastards. i'm glad i shot that bard in the back i sure do miss michael.

anyhow, what we've pieced together from the notes they've been writing us, they think we should go talk to this dragon. & i think they said they want us to tell the dragon where they are. sammy doesn't think thats what they meant, but i'm not so sure. better safe than sorry!

& maybe we shouldn't have been so mean to that pooloo kid back at this island. i mean, he seemed to be okay, all against the elf & everything. but seriously, next time we're in town buy us a fucking drink, dude. anyhow, sammy is starting to tell that story we wrote about the halfling nation of bars, so i'm going to go see if i can't help.

Current Mood: 0-(
Thursday, September 12th, 2002
4:44 pm
[kingtycoon]
Micheal sleeps through it of course, he's killing himself wandering around in all that metal anyway. I snag 4 arrows and my two magic dragon daggers and it's blue bandanas for me and brother chester. I grab his shoulders tight though, before we go, stare in his eyes and do my little magic - "Kegtapper, Dad, Redgar" Then it's darting in the darkness. Artemis leaves a camp like you'd expect - wagon next to a fire, like a signal to say - I'm bigger and meaner than everything, well he's bigger. I leave the gnome to Chester, signal him over, I'm in the tree, and a little worried about magic alarms and sorcerous fracases. This guys are cocky but not so cocky they won't post a guard while they're both sleeping.

Chester's got the Gnome cut almost in thirds by the time the magic does kick in, a whirl of air and noise, shrieking like mad and seemingly everywhere- That's my chance, Artemis is up quick, and back down just as quickly, arrow in his eye and throat, courtesy me, he's still moving though, I wait for Chester to put him down, he being the humane hunter (we're both the human hunters though.) But Chester's now tangling with the air given life, it doesn't like him any, but his magic armor seems to be helping him out, "Catch," and toss with apalling grace my magic dragon knife, one of the green ones Micheal made me, after that I take it's twin out and slash open Artemis' hand, he's holding his throat together pretty good, but I'm afraid he'll call down his gods, so I take time out of revenge and cut out his tounge, through his open throat. I'm wondering what to do next, when my knife blooms at his temple. "There's no need for torture, what does he know anyway?"

"I dunno, maybe he knows where our dad is, or who we'll have to kill when we finally get to waterdeep?"

"Oh."
"Ah, don't worry about it, I'm proud of you."

Current Mood: dangerous
12:57 pm
[mordicai]
fourteenth ofmidwinter sometime.

i can't be bothered to even aproximate the date anymore. everything blurs together into red haze & blue bandanas after we left that town. that fucking town. michael is off somewhere doing push-ups or biting the heads of baby goblins for tyr or whatever he does when sammy or myself arn't looking out for him.

anyhow, sammy & i were talking a few nights ago, & he's right. that fucker artemis has to sleep, right? so we've been tailing him tailing us for the past few days. tonight we're thinking of making our play. we'll leave michael here- i think its for the best. this is hin work.

Current Mood: O-(
Monday, August 12th, 2002
11:39 am
[mordicai]
meanwhile sammy & chester walk into the shining sea.
"uh- yeah, hi. listen we found this navigator guy hanging out in this weird place with these piles of blood sucking eyes & mouths that made us sort of uncomfortable. so we, you know, got michael to murder everthing & all that, & uh. hey, thats a pretty neat dragon. wanna sea out dragon stuff?"
Thursday, May 16th, 2002
7:13 pm
[kingtycoon]
You know - I could run Shadowrun.

Well, no, I could run a slightly modified version of Shadowrun that takes place in 1840...

To me that would be the most fun.

Cowboys and indians and steamtrains and coal-spirits?

Just something I thought of last night.
Monday, March 18th, 2002
6:13 pm
[kingtycoon]
Ghost of sammy says:

The really awful thing is this: I would have had four shots on that guy. Four shots and that's odds anyone wise would take that I could have hurt him just a little- just enough. Four shots. Had one shot succeded - Sammy Kegtapper would have killed the anti-paladin, and also would have done it without a scratch on him. Notice that if you will.

But instead he has to run into Melee (exactly where he shouldn't be) to save the life of his hapless brother.


I woke up this afternoon with this on my mind - I almost bit off a finger.
Thursday, March 7th, 2002
2:58 am
[ex_xaoc657]
man these guys have a network
and so the tortured lives of our heros continues. Chester and Micheal almost bit the nug, but god damn Im a super genrous god, and I really hate to kill our intrepid heros, so I activate Sammy who is not actually there for the session and he mostly saves Micheal from a terrible death by filling a Mind Flayer full of arrows, delaying the time before it attacks Micheal and trys to eat his brain. Chester fights a demonic megaraptor and actually goes down <------referance note m's entery with the guess what this is? its his horrible gruesome death, but not really he survived. Weeeee what fun we had. Next week the speciality ramjob can our heros save thier skins?
Monday, March 4th, 2002
12:52 am
[mordicai]
tonights winning line according goes to issac, again.
chester: "michael, you just murdered him."
michael: "its not murder! i'm judge, jury, & executioner!"

current list of foes:
TINSELTON RUBY, a gnome.
MAGNUS SLIPPER, a human.

an un-named anti-paladin.
thorn, a dwarf cleric.
garleth axilon, a mind-flayer [!!!]

i guess that ilithid should have accepted my offer to get cut in on a piece of the action, huh? good thing sammy-npc shot him in the CROTCHES. thanks for that plural, dungeon master!

this is a piece of paper. guess what it is!Collapse )

Current Mood: O-(
Tuesday, February 26th, 2002
4:38 pm
[mordicai]
what anthony really needs.

i'm i'm "m, milk-prince of scuttlers." an ur-paladin dung elf. and i just bought gauntlets of -2 burlap. this game makes my tits tingle.

Current Mood: O-(
12:06 am
[mordicai]
hey kingtycoon:

if dad is really evil?

it becomes a question of which one of us joins him, and which one of us tries to stop the other one & pops.

so who do you think?

Current Mood: O-(
Monday, February 25th, 2002
4:38 am
[kingtycoon]
bury another under a pile of corpses
Oh. Well we've taken up arms against a sea of devils it seems. This town brindenford is a hell on earth I says - every step we're hunted and every step is a step deeper into perdition. Mad-god cultists and their disturbing oozing mouth-eye helpers = I can only sing against them blinded and terrified. Or shoot them. Shoot them all in the back. After all the killing- and there's been a lot lately - dozens of rat-things, dozens of crazed wizards and now... assassins. And Redgar. Don't imagine to forget that. One of the mighty has fallen and I know who is to blame. Revenge - Chester mentions it and it's almost in passing now. Revenge- we have so much revenge to take so many to kill to avenge each comerade that falls. Revenge- but I blame one person for this. One person who should have been there, could have helped - could have stayed disaster - and he's Tyriel. Tyriel will be punished for his complacency - I'll take everything he has and keep it for myself.

I'll take everything from this fucking town as well- this shithole pit that can't take care of itself- can't keep the devil himself out of it. I'll take revenge on them because all this death is their fault too.

Kill- I'll kill so many more. 6 men died today on two of my arrows. I'm cunning enough to save myself, would that I were brave enough to save my friend. And for a moment I mourned all the murder- all the killing I'm forced to do- for a moment -after the fugue leaves me - after all our enemies lay sprawling in their blood - and then Chester tells me, hysterical and stupid just as everything Chester says seems to be anymore- Redgar's fallen, killed.

And suddenly I know that should I dance on a hill of my fallen enemies I would not be satisfied.



They must all be destroyed.

Current Mood: dangerous
2:47 am
[mordicai]
"knock-knock! hi, i'm sammy, this here is my brother chester! we're here to wreck everything and ruin your life!"

its true, you know. our monster is michael. the mages can summon their bags of organs. we have michael, and are the deadlier for it.

gold star of the evening goes to sammy for only using two arrows at all. honorable mention to the mage who made everything glittery. because we're hardcore glam-rockers, bowie style. blue star for redgar; at the funeral everyone wears black but you, buddy.

note to self: gareleth axion is the vizir. kill him.
continue also to explore inexblicable interconnectedness of otherworldy monsters.
further more: girls. lilywana and veroniminia.

-chester kegt giles burroweld.

Current Mood: con the dm.
1:47 am
[ex_xaoc657]
and then there were 3
So the party gets in another fight that almost whips them out, which seems to be the theme of the game, but Im a generous god and spare them to much indignity and simple kill the NPC cleric. This is actually a huge blow because now they are healess for the most part. The part can hold its own, but a cleric is esential at higher lvls, I think they are gonna buy a thuggie helper cleric. The worst is yet to come so now I worry if the group can actually take the main villain..... we shall see.

Current Mood: ghost of mepo
Sunday, February 24th, 2002
5:13 pm
[ex_xaoc657]
YOU CHOPPED MY CHOMPERS!!!
5:11 pm
[ex_xaoc657]
now this is me
I Am A: Lawful Evil Elf Mage Ranger


Alignment:
Lawful Evil characters believe that a nice, orderly system of life is perfect for them to abuse for their own advancement. They will work within 'the system' to get the best that they can for themselves.


Race:
Elves are the eldest of all races, although they are generally a bit smaller than humans. They are generally well-cultured, artistic, easy-going, and because of their long lives, unconcerned with day-to-day activities that other races frequently conccern themselves with. Elves are, effectively, immortal, although they can be killed. After a thousand years or so, they simply pass on to the next plane of existance.


Primary Class:
Mages harness the magical energies for their own use. Spells, spell books, and long hours in the library are their loves. While often not physically strong, their mental talents can make up for this.


Secondary Class:
Rangers are the defenders of nature and the elements. They are in tune with the Earth, and work to keep it safe and healthy.


Find out What D&D Character Are You?, courtesy ofNeppyMan (e-mail)



Current Mood: cheerful
Tuesday, February 19th, 2002
12:30 am
[mordicai]
I Am A: Chaotic Evil Elf Mage Bard
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Current Mood: O-(
12:20 am
[mordicai]
things i don't like:

otherworldly monsters with tentacles. things with tentacles are always evil.
darkness that attacks me. undead darkness. undead things.
demons that kiss you and befuddle you.
water that attacks you. included in this are any other evil kegs.
being tortured. more on that-
-dwarves that torture you
-anti-paladins that torture you
-gnolls that hang out in the same general area as you being tortured.

there are other things, of course. like tiriel the cowardly paladin. or how the elf thinks we don't like her. and only having goblin liquor left.

Current Mood: O-(
Monday, February 18th, 2002
7:40 pm
[kingtycoon]
The elves- so the stories say sow grass and reap trees and the Kazad sow stone and reap rubies and men sow corn and reap cities and we Hin-the goodly folk sow trouble and reap adventure.

Really travelling as long as we have with men and the elf-maid siliquay has taught me nothing so much as that the big-folk are not an intrepid people. Given overmuch to love of glory and not enough to earning their praise I doubt very much they could have got so far in the world without the faithful Hin to steer them straight.

I suppose it's best to say that we're a friendly people- friends to everyone. Gnomes and Elves and men and even little Meepo. Meepo is missed and the Gnome-girl too- but make no mistake there's no time for tears and no time to tarry. My brother and I are on the road now - he's in love with that and chatters about it endlessly - but I'd like a shorter road and a sturdy wagon to rest in on it. And that's a sad turn in our story.

I was lucky those days ago - lucky not to be found but unlucky too- to watch those villians so mistreat my brother, faithful chester who hid what he could and answered the least- he's brave and strong-stronger than I and I'd be useless on this road without him. Still - I knew as I hid in watchful waiting that if his death came I could not turn back. If all our companions were killed it would be on me to travel on and avenge them all. Even the great fool Tyriel whose passing I would not mourn and silent thoughtful Red who's power is deep and silent to match him. More than all the fallen men I'd mourn Mike - our Hin-friend who is faithful and just and good, above all men I've met on the road and off it.

But Chester did not break and the tears that must come at journeys end are saved now for only a few and for me as well maybe.

There's been killing - too much killing perhaps and though it does not sit well with me the time for such considerations is not yet come. I can tell I'm weaving my doom every day we go on - I only hope I don't reap what I truly deserve.

Thoughts of death are close at hand, I think, since our two too near brushes with him. At the hands of Ruby and Slipper's men and again in the fallen temple. I've no fear that we'll prevail for we've justice and right and the strength of our ancestors behind us- I only worry that we will win far more than we expected.

In the meantime It's good to fight and win and wander on the richer for it.

Current Mood: hahahahahaha
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