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Author:  IantheGecko [ Tue Nov 20, 2007 7:27 pm ]
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"I lost my tail flail in a tree. And the Elf's birdy pecked at me again."
Author:  Sarge [ Tue Nov 20, 2007 11:07 pm ]
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Farnham said: "Well, Acedia was wondering if you could finish healing her. You feel up to it?"

[GM's metagaming: Oddly enough, he does.]

Just then, Goldwing alighted from Drek's arm and flew off, in search of lunch. Acedia felt a stirring in her, a longing to take to the air, to hunt small moving creatures, to grasp them in her talons and ... and ... and....

But then she snapped back to her own mind and stopped seeing through Goldwing's. However, she had a sudden craving for raw meat. And fur. Tasty, delicious fur.

:shudder:

Meanwhile, Captain Sealem was looking around his surrounding. Aside from his companions and the piles of dead Bugbears left over from when they had fought to get into the cave, there wasn't much to see. Lots of rocks and sand and a few shrubs here and there. He figured that since the cave was now collapsed and the Ogre-Mage was dead, they were relatively safe for the time being. That didn't make him lower his vigilance, though. Years of experience had taught him that you are never really safe. You can work hard to mitigate the danger and hope for the best, but in the end your fate is up to the gods. And the gods are fickle. It still pained him that he hadn't seen that Umber-Hulk coming. Maybey if he had two of his men would still be alive. He'd lost men in battle before, but to lose a man from such a cowardly attack... this was something new to him.

Grimly, he motioned to Marcus. "Mister Marcus, I salvaged these items from our fallen comrades. They are the rank, service and regimental insignia of The Royal Household Guard, also known as the Emperor's Own Regiment. It's about time I familiarized you with these... not that we display them openly on covert missions such as this one, but as a member of the regiment it is your right and duty to be familiar with them and their meaning. Now, pay attention."

The Captain proceded to instruct Marcus on how to recognise a rank-and-file Suldeneselarian soldier's rank and branch of service by the number and color of feathers on his cap, the position and color of buttons on his coat, the heraldic emblem displayed on his sheild, and so on. Then, he introduced the secrets that only member of the Emperor's bodyguards know... the intricate woven patterns on their capes and what they mean, the hand signals they use to communicate, the patterns of foot placement that could leave signals for someone who knows how to read the footprints. Marcus didn't get most of it, but it sounded facinating. Real soldiering secrets! From a real soldier! Wow!
Author:  IantheGecko [ Wed Nov 21, 2007 1:38 am ]
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Even with the lots of big soldiery things overwhelming him, Marcus was distracted with a somewhat loud noise. Everyone's favorite noise...Marcus's stomach.

"Sorry to interrupt, Mister Captain Elf," said the Lizzard, "but it's kinda hard to pay attention when I'm hungry." He looked up at the sky, then to a random stick standing up in the dirt. "Looks to be about dinner time."

Dinner, of course, is the Lizzardman equivalent of the Hobbit teatime, at about 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Marcus's kind typically eats 4 or 5 meals a day, but that number can vary, especially for larger individuals such as Marcus.
Author:  The Zephyr Song [ Wed Nov 21, 2007 4:26 am ]
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Acedia mumbled some obscenities about really needing to find time to practice with that bird, cradling her head with one hand and resting the other on her stomach. Vertigo-inducing out-of-body experiences aside, she was hungry. She craved meeeeeat and...uh, furrrrrrr for reasons beyond her comprehension, but was really powerless to go and pursue these desires, which was frustrating.

Taryn, in the meanwhile, was passing time by showing off. Specifically, she was nonchalantly maintaining that old mime staple, the leaning-on-an-invisible-ledge pose. She didn't mean to show off, necessarily, of course; it was just something to keep her occupied until they started moving again.
Author:  Sarge [ Wed Nov 21, 2007 9:22 am ]
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IantheGecko wrote:
Even with the lots of big soldiery things overwhelming him, Marcus was distracted with a somewhat loud noise. Everyone's favorite noise...Marcus's stomach.

"Sorry to interrupt, Mister Captain Elf," said the Lizzard, "but it's kinda hard to pay attention when I'm hungry." He looked up at the sky, then to a random stick standing up in the dirt. "Looks to be about dinner time."

Dinner, of course, is the Lizzardman equivalent of the Hobbit teatime, at about 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Marcus's kind typically eats 4 or 5 meals a day, but that number can vary, especially for larger individuals such as Marcus.


The Captain nodded: "Quite alright, Corporal. I think we could all use a bit of lunch. Let's set up camp here and break out the supplies. We'll continue the lessons later."

They set about building a campfire and distributing the remaining food from Horin's wagon to everyone. Drek went hunting for small game and came back with a Grouse, which he then set about plucking and cleaning.

[For those of you who don't know, a Grouse is like a wild chicken. The KOT would insist that you deep-fry it, of course, but he's not here so Drek is gonna roast it on a stick over the fire.]

The remainaing Elven Swordsman said to Captain Sealem (in Speretheil): "Sir, with all due respect, are you sure it's wise to let the Lizzardman know our regimental secrets?"

Captain Sealem shook his head: "No, but I have faith in the lad. He shows great promise. He could be a truly great warrior, and a bridge to closer relations with the Lizzardpeople. You know as well as I do that the coming war with the Drow will strain the empire to it's utmost. Now is not the time for the old presumptions about lizzardmen to get in the way here. I will hear no more of this, is that clear? Now, I see the healer did his usual good job on your injuries. Are you fit to return to duty?"

The Sergent snapped to attention: "Sir, yes sir."

Captain Sealem pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill pen. He started writing in Elven script. "Alright, here are your orders. I want you to make for the nearest Human settlement, Targos. Inform the garrison commander there of our situation and have him relay the news up their chain of command. They need to be prepared if we fail to stop the Drow at the Squiddy Man Mountain mines. Then, get back to Suldeneselar any way you can and give this report to The Emperor. He'll have new orders for you, I'm sure. Any questions, Sergent?"

The Sergent shook his head: "No Sir."

Captain Sealem finished writing the report and then rolled it up into a scroll and tied a piece of string around it. He handed it to the Sergent, saluted, and said: "Dismissed."

The Sergent returned the salute and hurried off into the forest.
Author:  Droideka [ Wed Nov 21, 2007 4:13 pm ]
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Horin replied to Farnham: "Aye, so I do. Mah short rest did more good than I thought it would have." He walked over to Acedia. "Whenever you're ready, then, I'll use my magic."
Author:  The Zephyr Song [ Wed Nov 21, 2007 5:57 pm ]
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"Oh, I'm ready. I want to get out of this [colorful expletive very much out of character for a softspoken woman like Acedia] chair already." She crossed her arms over her chest and then winced, because her ribs were still bruised and she'd just disturbed them further. The resulting "curl up and die" reaction disturbed her leg injury. That's what swearing gets you, kiddies.

Taryn had been about to go do something useful, but then decided that the men had it under control and just remained leaning against the non-ledge. Life is great when your very existence is defined by illusionism.
Author:  Droideka [ Wed Nov 21, 2007 6:48 pm ]
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Horin put his hands over and started his magic flowing, the bones grew back together, somewhat painfully, because there was a bit of bone that had chipped off that had to regrow.
Author:  The Zephyr Song [ Wed Nov 21, 2007 9:10 pm ]
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Acedia winced and made a soft whimpering noise. The healing part wasn't supposed to hurt, gosh darn it. Once Horin was finished, though, Acedia experimentally tried to move her leg. It was a little stiff, but not bad. She beckoned Taryn over and used the taller woman for support to help her get out of the wheelchair, and walk around a bit. "Thank you, Horin," Acedia said after walking around in a circle a few times.
Author:  Droideka [ Wed Nov 21, 2007 9:19 pm ]
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"You're welcome, M'lady. Does anyone else need healing?" He said, looking around. "And would anyone happen to have something to drink?"
<OOC> THANKSGIVING BREAK!!! I'm not around until (For sure) Saturday, might be back on Frigg's Day. NPC me if so needed. </OOC>
Author:  IantheGecko [ Wed Nov 21, 2007 9:20 pm ]
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The Lizzard munched on a fat grouse leg, reclining on a rock. He was tired from all this adventuring for the day. Just felt like eating a big meal and going to sleep. "Nothin' like good ol' wild bird, eh, Captain Elf? That's the good stuff.

"I wonder when we're gonna go to Squiddly Man Mountain. It'd be cool to see a whole bunch of Squiddly Men." Marcus lumbered around for some more food.
Author:  Sarge [ Wed Nov 21, 2007 11:35 pm ]
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<<<<<<Interlude>>>>>>

Nestled amist the Ohcian Braian Highlands lies Loundrake City. It is here that Loundrake Castle lies, and in it sits the throne of High King Aeron. Now Aeron sits in council with his inner circle in a room deep within the castle, with the Elven ambassador Seerlem Cathok.

King Aeron asked: "Do you mean to say that these 'Drow' are intent on invading the surface world?"

Seerlem Cathok calmly replied: "Indeed, M'Lord. They have already mounted several incursions on this continent, and who knows how many more in the distant realms. Your own town of Targos was recently threatened by a Drow-backed uprising of Orcs."

King Aeron dismissed this with a wave of his hand: "Bah, you cannot prove that was instigated by the Drow. Just because some Drow were with the Orcs doesn't mean that they were backing them. Orcs have raided Targos before, and no doubt they'll try it again some day."

Seerlem Cathok replied: "Your pardon, M'Lord, but this was no mere raid. There were thousands of them there. Such a banding of Orcs hasn't been recorded since the Dark Times, centuries ago. You must see the danger the Drow present to you."

At this, King Aeron flew into a rage: Must see? Must see? You forget your place, Elf! I am the King of this land, and I see what I will, not what you say I must."

Seerlem Cathok scowled: "Hmmmm.... if you say so, M'Lord. Never the less, your would do well to heed my advice. My people have battled the Drow before. Your people have not. You have no idea what they are capable of. I implore you; Organize your defenses as I have outlined. The Emperor has graciously consented to send builders and masons to assist with their construction."

King Aeron calmed down a bit, but he was still rather unpleasant towards Seerlem as he spoke: "Ambassador, while I appreciate his 'generous' offer of assistance, I must question why your Emperor did not deign to inform us beforehand of the existence of these 'Drow.' If they are such a threat then why did your people hide their existence from us for so long?"

Seerlem Cathok calmly replied: "If I may be frank, your Highness..."

King Aeron said, dryly: "You mean you weren't before?"

Seerlem Cathok continued, nonplussed by the King's demeanor. ".. we simply did not expect the Drow to escape their imprisonment. And....since they are an offshoot of the Elven race, naturally we were hesitant to advertise their existence to the other name-giver races. They are... how can I put this... much like in your "black sheep of the family" stories. We were not in any hurry to advertise our common heritage."

King Aeron stood up, infuriated: "Are you telling me that you didn't warn anyone these Drow were underground all these years because you were afraid we'd lump you in with them?"

Seerlem Cathok: "With all due respect, m'lord, their existence was not a secret. Anyone who had access to the our historical archives could read all about them. Why, your own Mage Theskar has known about them for years."

King Aeron, flabbergasted, stode over to the other end of the room, rubbing his head. "And Theskar didn't warn me about these Drow becasue....?"

Theskar appeared out of a puff of blue smoke and said: "I did."

King Aeron nearly had a heatrt attack: "Yahhh!... Blast it man! I wish you wouldn't do that! Why can't you use the door like everybody else?"

Theskar ignored the King's antics and calmly contained to explain: "On several occasions I attempted to apprise you of the potential threat posed by the Drow. You dismissed my warnings as mere myths and legends. Your exact words were: 'Don't bother me with this fairy tale stuff.'" :Ahem: "I concluded that I was wasting my time telling you about them until I could deliver you proof... proof that I lacked."

King Aeron stared at the human mage and the Elven ambassador and opened his mouth... but nothing came out. You could have heard a pin drop. And then, calmly and regaly, High King Aeron walked over to his throne, sat down, and said: "Very well, Mister Ambassador; Inform your government that Skara Brae appreciates the Suldenearian Emperor's offer of assistance, and that we are willing to work together for the common good. He may send his builders and his masons, but with the understanding that they are under our orders and our authority once they arrive here. In rerurn, we shall send Prince Darius to lead an expedition into the Underdark to slay these foul Drow and end their threat. That is all. You are dismissed."

Seerlem Cathok smiled bowed, and said: "A wise decision, my Lord. Most wise. I shall send word to the Emperor this minute."

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<End Chapter Four>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

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Author:  Sarge [ Wed Nov 21, 2007 11:45 pm ]
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I'm off to see the Grey Cup Final 'casue the Roughriders are in it this year and I managed to get tickets. So, we're on hiatus untill Monday. I will not have time to post will all the partying and drinking I plan to do.
Go Riders! Beat Winnipeg! Green & White all the way! Whoo-hoo! Etc, Etc.
Code:
That right, I'm from Sakatchewan. It's bred into us. We bleed green & white. We can't help it.


See you Monday.
Author:  Sarge [ Mon Nov 26, 2007 5:37 pm ]
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<insety obigitory "we won" Grey Cup wootage here> :mrgreen:

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<Chapter Five: The Mines Of The Illithid>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Drek stretched and yawned. He flicked his eyes open. It had been a peaceful night, sleeping under the stars. He looked around, but everyone else was asleep, except Marcus who had drawn third watch and was patrolling the perimeter of the campsite now.

The sun wasn't up yet, and the moon was still casting it's silvery light over everything, but Drek could sense that the sunrise was imminent. Years of living as a Ranger had given him a natural sense for that... it was hard to explain how he knew the sun was about to rise, all he knew was that it was. Drek rolled over and scratched the back of his neck. He sat up in his bedroll and looked at the campfire. Time to hunt for Breakfast. He whispered: "Come on, Goldwing. Lets see if we can't scare up some Quail eggs." Goldwing peeped in response and rustled her feathers. Then the magnificent Golden Eagle took to the air. Drek donned his hat and grabbed his bow, and then went out looking for signs of Quail activity in the forest. Soon, he returned with a sack of Eggs and a handfull of nuts and berries. By this time, the sun was up and the camp was stirring. "Good morn'n, people." Drek said. "Look what I found."
Author:  Somm-1 [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 2:02 am ]
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<OOC> YAY! We're back!</OOC>

Eruantian did not sleep well that night. Trice he had nightmares about Aurieul meeting a gruesome death and thrice he woke up in a cold sweat. On the third awakening, the sun was just beginning to rise over the trees.

Eruantian was miserable and it showed. Not since the loss of his foster parents had Eruantian experienced such a feeling of self-loathing. He could not help but blame Aurieul's death on his incompetence.

Hunger soon supplanted the 'what if's and 'if only's that constantly brewed in Eruantian's mind. Though Eruantian was miserable, he was fortunately not so emotionally destroyed that he could not eat. Eruantian searched through the pockets he had left on Horin's wagon and found the ham sandwich.

While pulling out the sandwich, Eruantian remembered the unopened letters and such that were among the spoils of the previous day's failure. After eating the ham & cheese sandwich, Eruantian had a look at the small silver case, the map, and the set of letters bound up with red ribbons.

<OOC>
Netzen wrote:
and a notebly good friend with Eruantian and Drek (Eruantian mostly, too bad we couldn't see the little romance play out)
Romance?! Oh, um. Well, um. I, um. She, um. You see, um. LOOK OVER THERE! *hits Netzen with a rock*</OOC>
Author:  Sarge [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 4:12 am ]
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The Ham Sandwich was very strange. Not in how it tasted, for it tasted just fine, nor in how it nourished Eruantian, for it seemed just like an ordinary Ham Sandwitch once it hit his stomache. No, what was strange about it was that no matter how many bites of it Eruantian took, it was never used up. <GM's NOte: It is, in fact, a Sandwitch Of The Endless, a magical artifact of extra-planar origin.>

Eruantian opened the small silver case. Inside he found six perfectly white paper tubes, each one filled with a strange brown substance. Eruantian had never seen anything like it before, but he knew that paper of this quality was both rare and expensive. Perhaps Horin could tell him what this brown stuff was. The silver of the case bore the mark of a particular silversmith, and Eruantian recognized it. It was the mark of Jord Ulthanson, a Human silversmith who Eruantian remembered from his time in Targos. Although Eruantian hadn't really known Ulthanson very well, he still didn't think that the silversmith was the kind of person that would willingly do business with an Ogre-Mage. Like most of everything else they'd found with Aclabar, the silver case was probably not originally made for him.

The map was made of a heavy sort of Parchment or animal hide.... Eruantian couldn't decide which. It had a strange feel to it: Despite it's apparent thickness and size, it seemed to be lighter than it should be. "How... odd." thought Eruantian.

On one side, a general map of this continent was represented. It was most definitely NOT the work of Ogre hands... the lines were too fine and the work too delicate. The nations represented includes Suldeneselar, Skarae Brae, The Lizzardman Kingdoms, the Pirate Isles, and the Northlands of the Uthgardt and Regemen barbarians. The portion of the map representing Skarae Brae was the most detailed, with the major cities and castles all clearly marked. The Suldeneselar portion of the map was also fairly well deliniated, although Eruantian didn't know how accurate that part was. The Lizzardman part of the map was a blank... no points of interest were marked on it at all. The Pirate Isles were also similarly devoid of detail, but that wasn't surprising given their lawless nature. However, the Northlands were quite detailed in their representation on this map. There was even a mark on the map that seemed to indicate some special point of interest, and it seemed to have been written in after the rest of the map had been made, possibly by a different hand.

The other side of the map was very much harder to understand. It was more like an arcane writing than a map, really. Eruantian didn't know if he was reading it right or not, but it seemed to be depicting a set of pathways and where those pathways met up... only, the logic of it didn't make any sense to him. There were paths that led seemingly nowhere, and nodes that didn't have lines connecting them. And all over the place was strange writing that Eruantian was sure he should be able to read, but for the life of him what the writing said was beyond his grasp. He got the distinct feeling that there was magic at work here.

The letters were all written in a script similar to Elven but with major differences in script (that is, the way cursive writing was very different from what he was used to seeing in Elven writing) and the alphabet had been modified. Also, many of the vowels and nouns were unfamiliar to Eruantian. They appeared to be correspondence between Aclabar and several other individuals.

Sixteen of the letters were either addressed to or received from someone called "Mistress Lethina." These letters were lengthy, often exceeding six paragraphs, and appeared to carrying on a long-standing conversation of some sort.

The senders and receivers of the other letters were not addressed by name as far as Eruantian could tell. Most of these were more notes or memos than letters. However, one of these was of several pages in length, which Eruantian found very unusually for a letter that was neither signed nor addressed by name.
Author:  Somm-1 [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 4:47 am ]
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<OOC> Never-ending Sa-andwich! A-a-a, a-a-a, a-a-a...</OOC>

Eruantian was definitely out of his league here. Not much seemed to make sense, least of which was the sandwich. "I should probably bring this to the attention of the whole party" Eruantian thought to himself "... right after breakfast. I've got plans for you, never-ending ham sammie!" Eruantian divided the sandwich into two slices to see what would happen.
Author:  Sarge [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 5:22 am ]
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Somm-1 wrote:
<OOC> Never-ending Sa-andwich! A-a-a, a-a-a, a-a-a...</OOC>

Eruantian was definitely out of his league here. Not much seemed to make sense, least of which was the sandwich. "I should probably bring this to the attention of the whole party" Eruantian thought to himself "... right after breakfast. I've got plans for you, never-ending ham sammie!" Eruantian divided the sandwich into two slices to see what would happen.

Somehow, no matter how many attempts Eruantian made to slice the sandwich into two parts and no how hard he sliced it just would not stay sliced. He was sure he was going all the way through because his blade left marks on the tree stump he was using as a cutting board, but when he lifted his knife the sandwich just would not stay cut. It was bizarre. However, Eruantian's ring wasn't alerting him to any danger as previously demonstrated a propensity to do when in the presence of dangerous magic. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not, though.

Micheal was eating some scrambled eggs and toast and drinking tea when he noticed Eruantian had a Ham Sandwitch as was trying to cut it. He didn't think anything of this, though, because he was mostly paying attention to the eggs. Delicious, delicious scrambled egss.... mm-mmm good. :kot:
Somehow it dawned on him that something wasn't quite right with that sandwich, so he took a second look and realized that Eruantian was STILL trying to cut that sandwich of his. Surely no knife was that dull. "Eruantian, am I seeing things or are you eternally slicing a sandwitch?"
Author:  Somm-1 [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 5:38 am ]
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"I believe so" Eruantian answered "What's stranger is that I've already eaten enough of this sandwich that there shouldn't even be a sandwich!"
Author:  Sarge [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 7:42 am ]
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Micheal scratched his head, distractedly. "Well, that's one for the books. As far as I can tell, there's nothing magical about that knife... or that sandwich, for that matter. Lemme just take a closer look on the Astral Plane....."

Micheal zoned out for a moment and then he kinda went limp. The seconds ticked by (well, they would tick if watches had been invented yet... you know what I mean).

Suddenly, Micheal straightened up a little bit as was back to his normal self again. "Huh..that is weird. Both the knife and the sandwitch seem to be completely mundane when I look at them from the Astral plane, and I can't detect any spellcasting going on around here. No spellcasters of any type around here except myself and Horin... as far as I can see. Your ring doesn't seem to be reacting to it or anything. Weird... Hey Horin, come look at this."
Author:  just a username [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 2:55 pm ]
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Andrew woke up from pretty normal dreams, he had forgottern them by now. He did a few stretches to prepare for what would come up today and was going to see what is for breakfast...was.

He saw Michael and Eruantian and could tell of their current Confusion, though not knowing the sandwich was the source of it, he went up and said "Hello Eruantian and Hello Michael, I saw that you seem a bit confused, what's the cause?"
Author:  Droideka [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 4:22 pm ]
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Horin got up, he had been praying, and bent over the sandwich. "Looks tasty. What's the matter here?
Author:  Somm-1 [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 4:52 pm ]
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"Use your ax" Eruantian suggested "See if that can slice it."
Author:  Sarge [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 5:24 pm ]
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just a username wrote:
Andrew woke up from pretty normal dreams, he had forgottern them by now. He did a few stretches to prepare for what would come up today and was going to see what is for breakfast...was.

He saw Michael and Eruantian and could tell of their current Confusion, though not knowing the sandwich was the source of it, he went up and said "Hello Eruantian and Hello Michael, I saw that you seem a bit confused, what's the cause?"

Micheal said to Andrew: "Believe it or not, that sandwitch won't stay eaten and won't stay cut. What's more, I can't seem to figure out how it's doing that. Y'know, for a mage like me that's very fascinating. Normaly, It's all some varation of something I've seen before or something I can read about in one of my books, yknow. But this... this is totally unexpected."
Author:  Droideka [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 6:28 pm ]
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Horin walked over to his mat, and grabbed an axe. "Alright then, sounds fascinating. Mind if I see how it tastes?" He said, and brought his axe down on it.
When he lifted it again, it was in one piece. "Seems to me ah've heard about this sort of thing before."
Author:  Somm-1 [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 8:42 pm ]
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Sarge wrote:
Normaly, It's all some varation of something I've seen before or something I can read about in one of my books, yknow. But this... this is totally unexpected."
"Books, huh?" Eruantian responded as he reached into the pockets again "Perhaps there's something about it in this book." Eruantian brought to Micheal the seemingly arcane tome that he had recovered from Aclabar's chest the day before. "It's quite large and the lettering inside is unlike anything I've ever seen. Not that I would know about such things, but it looks like a wizard's book to me."
Author:  The Zephyr Song [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 11:02 pm ]
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Acedia was conspicuously absent at the moment, but Taryn was still around, and she appeared from wherever she'd been lurking to go see what all this commotion was. Easily taller than the men already gathered there around the stump, she leaned slightly forward to get a better look. "A sandwich?" she began, sounding a bit confused. "And here I thought we were all gathered around something interesting," she remarked with a note of disdain in her voice, walking away again. It's not like she needed to eat, anyway, so the sandwich - everlasting or not - didn't really mean anything to her.

A few minutes later, wolf!Acedia appeared again, having returned to the relative safety of camp to eat the squirrel she'd caught for breakfast, in lieu of whatever Drek had gone and found.
Author:  netzen [ Tue Nov 27, 2007 11:39 pm ]
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Prosper woke up and rose from the tree under which he had been sleeping. Smelling breakfast helped to get him moving, as did his natural curiosity at seeing the congregation around the stump. Stopping at it, he asked; "What's up?"
Author:  Sarge [ Wed Nov 28, 2007 7:39 am ]
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Farnham took a bite of the sandwich. "Sandwich"
:chew:
"Ham sandwich"
:chew chew chew:
"Never ending ham sandwich! Awesome!"


Micheal looked at the book Eruantian had handed him: "Oh yeah, it's a wizard's spell book alright. You, uh, mind if I keep this?"
Author:  just a username [ Wed Nov 28, 2007 3:00 pm ]
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<OOC: I hope I'm right about the laws of matter and energy in...er...whatever this universe is called>

Wait, the Matter of this sandwich cannot be just created, although it's magical, it would be hard to create the properties of a sandwich unless...it is converting some source of energy or matter into the matter of the sandwich...gee, thinking of the sandwich has made me hungry...

"Talking about food..." said Andrew, "I was a bit distracted by that sandwich, does anyone know what is for breakfast?"
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