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    1. Sigurd 9 yrs ago

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6 yrs ago
Current @cleverbird Don't forget to blink either
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6 yrs ago
What doth life?
7 yrs ago
I don't know where I am going, but I am bound to be late.
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It was a good one!
I will post tomorrow, today will be a busy day.
@T RisketEnjoy your vacation!

@RBYDarkAnd congrats to you on the job!
@ONLHaha, the pun sounded better in my head.
@ONLOh, I'll have it done by tomorrow. I have all the elements I wanna incorporate. I have a beginning and an ending, I just lack a decent plot to fill the gap ( ;-) ) in between.

@ONLBy the way, I am brainstorming some ideas for that Viking RP we talked about. I might have something soon.
@GiskThanks for the answers. I will keep an eye out and let you know if I am in. I fail to do so in time, have fun! :)
@GiskHey! The game looks fun!

A few questions, though:
A) Would it be a problem if my knowledge of HP lore were a bit rusty? I am limited to movies, I am afraid. It has been years and years since I last read a Harry Potter novel. I can always check the wiki or ask here, of course.
B) Can you at least give us an outline of the plot?
C) Do we have to play students?
C1) How will our interaction be affected by our age, because we're all going to be students of different years in Hogwarts.

Thanks!
@POOHEAD189 went full Gimli.
@Sigurd It didn't feel short when I read it xD Then again, I read it as part of my studies and not for pleasure. But yeah, that's why it's a classic, and I can see why people thought/think so, it just didn't impress me all that much. But I guess his descriptions could fit a character in a H.P. Lovecraft-work, right?

Tell me about it :P We actually ended up making our own play back in highschool, based on all of his works, and our teachers thought it was good (enough for a standing grade, haha). Have you read Hedda Gabler or Per Gynt?

And what about you other folk, how are you all doing? Please don't mind me and Sigurd rambling on about litterature and all that fancy jazz :P

Edit: And just because I wanted to, I added pictures for all our offical NPC's! @Sigurd Would you like the honour of giving Sean O'Reilly a face?


They sure could. Just replace poverty and hunger with an inexplicable cosmic being and voila! ;-)

Hah! Our GM was an actor! I bet you always play a bard in RPG's.

And no, I've not read them; but I've heard about them, though. One day I'll hopefully get to them!

Also, I PM'd the mugshot.


Emil Günther

Physical state: Sick
Mental state: Puzzled and apprehensive


Mr Colombo. Remember the name. Pigeon-like. 1492. When he sailed the cresting blue waves to the west. ”In fourteen hundred ninety-two / Columbus sailed the ocean blue.” Remember the name. Emil nodded to the doctor Gabrowski, silent to hide his accent from the eastern neighbour. Under the cover of his illness, he turned his head away from the personnel and the professors, concealed his mouth with his hands, and coughed, shying a glance at the man dragged away, disappearing in the white shirts of his captors. That hallway.

He found the medicine-charged odor of the asylum almost as stirring as his unexpected conduct during the past 24 hours: He'd found himself having courage to stick his head into business that promised nothing but trouble, he committed a crime of intrusion and damaging of personal property, he lied and sneaked around like a rat; and now again he caught himself planning in secrecy his next move in the quest for something or someone he didn't dare imagine. He did not know what he expected to find, but it drew him in, and he felt mesmerised by things that also appalled him and, once he's faced them, were surely to make his soul scream in stupefaction at the impossibility of their existence. And yet, the contradictory feeling of desire to push forward in spite of obvious horrors did not subside, but instead burned hotter with each little disturbing encounter with a possible clue. He felt it like he did adrenaline. Once the group has covered a few hallways, or maybe a wing, he would return to his thinking and self-soothing of a hunter-gatherer desperate to preserve his well-being, trying to persuade himself to stay away from the jeopardy, and he will believe it the best course of action; but then another envelope will appear in the mailbox of life, another set of initials carved into the fiber of chance will brand his retina, another bedlamite will bump into him, and he will again start chasing the uncatchable, one corner he takes leading to curiosity and the other to nervousness and unrest.

He apologised for his cough fit in a non-verbal way, using his face to form a picture that would deliver the message in his mouth's stead. Fixing his scarf and pants, he took a place in the group he'd stood in before the incident with the poor lunatic. Guardian angels watching from the walls over these heresiarchs in shapes of doctors. Messengers of God. They dropped down a letter for me, too. F.D. By mistake, surely. A celestial postman intercepted by his fallen brother looking to hinder Father's plans. Fought in the sky, and the envelope fell right in front of my feet, ripe for picking. And now this madman sends me a warning, a reminder. The next message is from the court. Winged jury of seraphim will judge me. Or the Pandemonium.

The crowed moved and Emil with them. The journey through the Asylum had begun.
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