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6 mos ago
Current The way some people spell makes me wonder about their pronunciation.
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6 yrs ago
They say it's about the journey, not the destination. This is true of many things. Pizza delivery is not one of them.
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7 yrs ago
TFW you know what you want to happen but the words aren't cooperating. Why is plot suddenly so much harder to write?
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7 yrs ago
You can't fix a blank page ~ Neil Gaiman
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7 yrs ago
Neil Gaiman on Friday. Neil Gaiman on Friday. NeilGaimanonFriday NEilGaimanonFridaYNEILGAIMANONFRIDAY NEILGAIMANAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
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I am an adult, though I don't usually act like it. I'm a voracious reader, and not overly picky about books. I am artistic in a variety of areas, including music, drawing, writing, and sculpting. I have a minor obsession with dragons, and love the color violet. Fantasy is my preferred genre, be it past, future, urban...as long as it has a fantasy flavor to it. I also like scifi, mystery, and some horror. I am crazy, and I like tormenting my characters. But I don't bite...much. ^.~


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[ Elian ]



at a dungeon in Ocren

Working together, the party took the boss down. Elian cheered when it fell, especially since she heard a musical flourish and her HUD displayed an alert saying she'd levelled. A lot of the ceiling had fallen, letting light into the room, and illuminating their surroundings. After a quick heal to top everyone's HP off, it was time for looting.

Unfortunately, the little group wasn't alone. A player in a jester's outfit came forward, complimenting and criticizing their performance by turns. Elian was quick to recognize him as the infamous player killer that people were talking about as of late, and when she did, her elation at their boss kill turned to disgust. "Oh hell no. You think you can watch the fight, make a few snide remarks, and then waltz off with our trophy? Go jump in a lake, you fucking bully, and wear concrete shoes while you're at it. Christ on a cracker, hasn't your boss ever heard of playing the fucking game? And you -- I've heard of you. You're a no-good bully who thinks he's all that because he can make players cry. I got news for you, you belligerent twatwaffle. If your real life is so sad and pathetic that you get off on hurting others, you really are the fucking scum of the earth."
@Eviledd1984 Actually, it's @vietmyke's turn, I believe, and then mine. ^.^
[ Amuné and Jareth ]



at their homes on Passenger Island

Amuné was an early riser most days, but it was even before her usual wakeup time that the shrieking alarm from her watch roused her. She listened to Alisa's update as she pulled herself together, then set about dressing hurriedly. As she headed downstairs, she called Jareth. When he groggily answered, she asked, "I take it I'm driving? You still sound half asleep."

"I'd appreciate that, yeah."

"You got it. Meet me outside ASAP." With that, she hung up, and slid her cell phone into her pocket. In the kitchen she grabbed a couple granola bars, then exited to the garage where her car waited.

Jareth, for all that he was not a morning person, managed to be ready soon thereafter, and he was just locking his front door when Amuné pulled in the driveway. He dashed to the car, and quickly closed the door and buckled up. "Nineteen people missing, my goodness. You should probably take the bridge to Chainstown and then cross through North Brigold; it'll be faster than taking the route through the city."

"Got it." Amuné backed out of the drive, then made for the bridge to Chainstown to the north. There weren't all that many people on the road yet -- it was before the morning rush hour, and she was heading out of the city anyhow. Still, it took longer than she would have liked to arrive on the scene in North Brigold.

By the time they arrived, emergency vehicles were already present, their flashing lights casting a red glow over the scene. The sun was barely over the horizon, but there was a crowd of people in robes and pjs gathered in the streets.

The landslide had taken out dozens of houses, leaving a pile of earth and rubble in its wake. From what Jareth could see from the car, it wasn't clear what had caused it. As soon as Amuné found a place to park, he hopped out of the car. "I'm going to see what the source of all this is," he said. "There's risk of another collapse, if this was naturally occurring. And if not, I want to see what caused this mess." So saying, he concentrated his power on the ground beneath him, and gently loosened a three-foot cube of soil, levitating it a few yards into the air. Standing on the floating chunk of ground, he then directed it along the course of the rockslide, heading towards where it began.
[ Elian ]



at a dungeon in Ocren

Howitzer, the ranger, scored a hit on the boss's eye. Elian cheered when he hit, even as she dodged chunks of the ceiling that the boss knocked loose. Rathello followed up with a mighty roar, doing damage to both the boss and its minions. Then Claudia called out that she was casting an area spell and they should move out of the way. Once everyone was clear, she called down a massive pillar of flame on the boss and its spawn. Elian cheered again.

"Keep it up, everyone -- it looks like we've got the upper hand! Elian pulled out and chugged a mana potion, since she'd been casting so many spells. Her health was still close to full, so that wasn't a concern. The boss was disgusting, spewing purple fluids as an attack, and the minions burst like popped water balloons. Uriel, Claudia, and Rathello were taking the worst of that. Fortunately the blood and spit didn't seem to carry any status effect. They were just gross.
[ Elian ]



at a dungeon in Ocren

Claudia summoned angelic spirits again, buffing the party and debuffing their enemies. The mini mobs were everywhere, but the dark knight's undead minions did a lot to keep them away from Elian and Goibniu. The large boss had started shooting quills as well, and Elian had her hands full healing party members when they got shot or bit.

A large tentacle came Elian's way, but Goibniu pointed at it and shocked the thing, which was enough to stun it momentarily. "Thanks, Goibniu," she called, moving quickly out of the way of the tentacle's path.

Quite suddenly shadowy tendrils sprouted, apparently coming from Claudia. Their appearance was at odds with the angel aesthetic she'd had thus far, and surprised Elian. She had to double-check that it was a buff and not some sort of curse, but once that was confirmed she was grateful for them. Given what little she'd learned about Claudia thus far -- a role-player sort of character -- Elian was sure there must be some sort of story there, but she had no idea what it was.
[ Elian ]



at a dungeon in Ocren

Elian was intrigued by the rifle -- some people liked using them in the game, and some preferred bows. She personally didn't care what did the damage as long as damage was dealt. However now was not the time for tinkering. "Eyes up, Goibniu! We got something coming." As the tentacled mass approached, it flung gobbets of itself that grew into smaller copies of the beast.

Elian held her fans in a defensive stance. She could do some damage on her own, but better to leave the work to the tank and DPSes. She noted Goibniu taking up an offensive stance to protect her, which was sweet but probably unnecessary, but didn't discourage him from doing so. It was good for him to get used to working in a party dynamic, and protecting the healer was one of the cardinal rules of MMOs.

With a crackle and boom of lightning, Rathello changed forms. Elian glanced over her shoulder, and was surprised to see him in the form of a massive bear. That was a new shape! "Sometimes you're damn near unbearable, Rath," she teased, a laugh in her tone. "C'mon, fuck that monster up!"
@Eviledd1984 good luck hunting! I know it's not easy to find something good.
[ Elian ]



at a dungeon in Ocren

It took a little work to get at, but the secret door behind the bookshelf was a pleasant surprise. What lay beyond it was far less pleasant. The altar looked Lovecraftian, which was unusual for the sort of place they were. The temple's imagery wasn't eldritch horror in nature, which meant this was probably added by someone later on. "Be wary," Elian cautioned. "This feels like a boss room."

Sure enough, before long a shriek echoed off the walls, and the scent of waterlogged flesh filled the air. Elian quickly recast protection from evil, and then haste. "Fuck me, but that's a foul smell!" she said. "I'm not sure what exactly we're facing, but expect something rotten." With that in mind, she cast resist disease on each member of the party, then mana regen on herself again.

Since she knew that Rath had the front of the group on lockdown, she turned to look behind the party. The last thing they wanted was to be taken by surprise from behind, though it sounded like only a single enemy was in the room.
@AwesomeZero5 I think the ranger is a decent level, or we'd have noticed when he partied up. Then again, maybe he had someone powerlevel him, and doesn't know as much as he should.
@Eviledd1984 it could just be that his arrows are always poison.
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