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Current Now imagine... A Guild Moderator... but with a voyeuristic fetish and the power of Sauron's all-seeing eye to peer into our DM's...
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If you run into flat earthers in an alleyway you just need to go around the corner and they'll stop following you.
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2 days ago
How romantic... and yet also all the things a Lich would say methinks...
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3 days ago
We will be serving guests this Thanksgiving. So if you wish to attend be prepared to be roasted and carved...
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4 days ago
Actually Wicked isn't "very good", rather quite the opposite really if you think about it.
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Stars aligned and I got a chance to knock these out much earlier than I expected. REVIEWS FOR ALL!









WOOF!
@The Grey Dust
The werewolf could succumb to the virus perhaps?


Possibly. It depends on the how the virus is designed.
Welp I took care of Rodney's loose end. Now we just have Cupid and Mattias Cullens
What is the price of failure?
Is it your life? In a way perhaps.
But to demand payment of your life was too easy.
A life which was worthless was wasted by death.
But a life which once had meaning...
To take that meaning away?
That is the punishment fit for such failings.

And now as the suited man twitched upon the floor, his face pale and lips trembling, another sat in his seat. There the human's body convolved in pain, wracked in the immediate transformation as his will was drank dry. Two punctures to his skin, sharpened fangs that pierced deep the mind as the last moments of life slipped away. Without the days of rest between the feedings it was a gruesome process to watch, like slowly dying spider writhing its legs in jerky motions. It was a battle of being paralyzed within your own mind, your free will being wrestled away by the call of blood. It was a tug of war between freedom and enslavement, a battle that tore the psyche apart before fitting it back together. Yet neither the chair nor he who sat in it would budge for the doomed man.

Who are you James?

The message from the other end, whomever it was that Agent Rodney had sent communications too was indeed curious. in the corner of the computer screen a young man's face, with scarlet hair and wild green eyes stared intensely into the camera. Did he not know he was being watched? But alas, the old knight was not too well versed in this mode of communications, as these magic boxes were beyond his understanding. Yes, let it be said that Lord Bedivere was the typical geriatric folk when it comes to most means of modern technology. Planes, trains and automobiles, the beginnings of the era of industry was still fresh in his memory. As such agents such as James were useful in acquiring information. However this magic black book resembled a typewriter of sorts and as such Bedivere treated it as so, hoping that this boy would receive his telegram as his fingers found themselves searching for the keys to spell out his message.

James is currently indisposed of. This is his superior. Tell me, what has happened to Mithias. James overdue report here appears to tell us he is missing in action. And he was supposed to keep me updated on Lord Varomere's activities in SOLIDER. His report also states you are a SOLIDER agent assigned to Mithias Varomere. Perhaps we can help each other.

The reply came, despite Bedivere's long-winded paragraph of text. In all honest mastering the art of internet communications was difficult for a man used to verbalized commands and orders. Eloquence was not the way of the web, and as such, his continuance to type as Lucan stared bewildered at the screen as words magically appeared letter by letter. To which the Red-head replied back, frantically typing away underneath before Bedivere completed his introduction.

Taken away to a hospital after a carbomb, I can't find him, SOLIDER has retracted his files. They are sealed behind a protected password. Now how can you help?

Gabriel.

Bedivere smiled at the chosen password. SOLIDER and their silly games, to pick that name of all names. Sure it was the selected codename for the operation, to which as Lucan typed in those seven letters, access was granted to the files. And one smiled, but the other frowned as they read the information on the screen. Vindication at last, as Bedivere massaged his temples and looked down at the still-squirming James. "Good work old boy, but now I am afraid you have earned yourself a tighter leash around your neck. Next time I want this report sent in earlier..."

And with that the Vampire lord stepped out of the Agent Rodney's hotel room, walking a few paces towards the elevator and pressing a button to go up. A rather lovely place, the elder amused himself as the waited for the elevator doors to open. For in his awake, a dead cleaning service lady, unceremoniously dumped into the trash bin of her cleaning cart with the rest of the refuse. He did after all ask her politely for her room card.

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Deon? Who was this Deon? And what did it have to do with SOLIDER? SOLIDER the group who Mithias worked for, now betrayed him? Setting up that bomb and selling him out? Betrayed by his own people? Stupid. Stupid humans. Pitiful whelps. Lucan swore to himself he would tear them apart limb from limb from limb for doing this to his Mithias. His sire would know what a good and dedicated servant he was. Yes, whoever this stranger was who replaced James, must have been some top agent or something. Someone important, possibly even a vampire by the way he had addressed his master as 'Lord Varomere' for only vampires did this, and often those old enough to know the common respect there was with old blood.

But yes, he knew were Mithias was now. Or he did after some research and chasing the dog down the alley. Information was a wonderful era to be in as he prepared his gun. Yes, a gun which he had used earlier, and would use again. A deranged thrall desperate enough to consider going as a one-man army to rescues his dearest master. But wait, who was that knocking on the door at this hour? A visitor? Here? Now? Of all timing, Lucan pulled his gun to the door, ready to shoot the thing which stood between him and his Mithias.

"I hope you know how to drive boy. And wipe that blood off. Then we shall find Mithias." A tall pale man greeted him, dressed in a silvery-white three piece suit one which matched his long mane of hair as it draped down his back like some video game character Lucan recognized from his younger days. And yet even as the red-eyed elder vampire nearly broke his wrist in a hold to wrench the gun free from Lucan's hand, the red-headed thrall couldn't help but stand in awe of the power before him. It was not like his master, but yet still worthy of praise, down the moon-like shimmering bowtie tied perfectly around his neck. Who was this vampire lord? Obviously a lord of course.

Held in his other hand a black umbrella while a hotel pool towel seemed to hang off his arm as he threw Lucan back into the room and threw the white Egyptian cottons at him. To argue with this man, who suddenly appeared at his doorstep moments after talking with him over the computer? And bearing a freshly folded and scented towel with an insignia and logo from the Boston Harbor Hotel? Boston was at least a few hours away getting here this was fast...

"Do not keep me waiting boy. James kept me waiting, an action he now regrets."
In Mahz's Dev Journal 8 yrs ago Forum: News
Oh wow, wtf? Been visiting Texas so forgot to do my daily checkup on the Guild. Looks like the 100% CPU issue lives. At least I now know it's not a database issue.

Rebooted the servers. I'll look for a more automated way to reboot the servers.


Thanks. Also please consider my suggestion to at least provide novel entertainment the next time this occurs.

That and enjoy your time in Texas. Get one of those really big hats.
In Mahz's Dev Journal 9 yrs ago Forum: News
Application Error.

Mahz, may I suggest some sort of big red panic button on those error splash screens? You know, something for us to press frantically in an attempt to resolve the situation, yet doesn't actually do anything but to distract us from our own terror and anxiety while you fix the problem behind the scenes?
A timeskip works nicely.
"And yet here you are clearly interested in me." Eden chuckled at Mirror's comments. It would only take a moment to fire up the gunlance, and send round after round into Mirror's body at this range. Yet both seemed to understand the danger of the façade they played. One had spells at the ready, perhaps even the entire bar, and Eden had his weapon aimed at Mirror. One false move and the veil would be drawn.

"Um, excuse me sir, but it is impolite to keep royalty in the dark after Eden here has asked nicely to know who you are." Eve piped up to break the tension in the room, or perhaps add to it was Eden tilted back and forth on the chair he say in as she uncurled and stopped atop Eden's chest. "So we have something to address you by other than a colour too." A quick glance at Eden told her regardless of whatever Mirror decided to tell them his name was, Eden would still refer to him as Blue. At least Eve would take this more seriously than Eden, who seemed content with spending time with a myriad of women and wandering the world as his own one-man squad. Well at least it kept him out of messing around in the royal courts, and throwing wildly lavish parties in improper places. "His Mother is Fotian, she's the aunt of the current Lord Hanoxx. His father is Queen's Niscent younger brother: Lord Niscent. Now then, Who are you to ask us these questions sir?"

"And why are you hiding Criminals of Fotia in your Inn?" Eden shot first. A metaphorical bullet by the accusation as Eve suddenly turned in shock that Eden did actually take attention to what she was saying earlier. So they had both spotted them, those two that Garuda had been looking for slip out of the bar. [b][color=f26522]"Or would you rather not write that in the letter you're going to send? And maybe you'll save that pet dragon of yours from being beheaded by my Cousin when he burns this place down?"[color][/b] A smirk, was Eden joking about this entire threat? Or was he truly threatening Mirror right now at gun point? [b][color=f26522]"Relax, Blue you're fine, just stop playing mysterious stranger and tell us who you are already, else I'm going to take my leave of your bar and head off to Nero."[color][/b]

"Nero? Eden are you even using your head? There's someone out to kill you and you're going to walk right up to Assassin country?" Eve's eyes hardly hid her emotions right now. "Are you that stupid or are you just trying to be macho and brave? Because there are no girls here Eden. Well bar her, and she wouldn't want the boy to rush into his grave, let alone dig it for the Dolofon, some shadowy assassin guild said to be run by the King of Nero. Assuming it was them after all that wanted him dead. That stupid smile was all she got back in return, "Eden!"
I haven't given a "decent apology" simply because I'm not sorry. Your RP is not a top priority in my life in the slightest. If having a real life brimming with trouble for me and the people that I care about makes me irresponsible and inconsiderate then I guess I am. I came on here just now intending to inform the whole RP that I've been losing interest and wanted to part on good terms, but this hostility here shows me that this cannot be the case. I understand that you may be frustrated, but I at least expect some amount of cordiality. I came on this site to avoid aggressive and belligerent time bombs like you two. If I've caused either of you inconvenience, then I am utterly pleased with myself. May this roleplay share the same fate as the previous Blood Compacts. Good day. @Wraithblade6@The Grey Dust


Well that is a true show of character.

I've been patient and lenient on the entire thing.
And to be fair, I was being nice. If you can't seem to keep up, then that's fine, just don't drag everyone down through the myre.
If you had real life issues, yes I understand I had them but I keep people posted and updated regarding when I should be back by.
And I make good on my promises to put up a post in a timely manner with enough push to actually make a significant contribution between gaps. Although at this point, the RP has stagnated to the point where you have left your plot behind and everyone has progressed.

The irresponsible part on your half is to put your roleplaying partners through this ordeal of waiting for you. I had had enough respect for you to not godmod, or let Wraith godmod us out of this mess since frankly we wanted your character to be controlled by you. Godmodding is essentially railroading your character in a way that may be not the way you envision your character would react. Hence I would wait for your post. Yet you give me a post of hardly a paragraph long and then claim to "miss" my post? That's just insult to injury now.

If you lost interest, then don't make the rest of us lose interest as well. Although given your spiteful choice of words, I can see that now you would prefer to be toxic and poisonous to the thread when you don't feel comfortable with long-due criticism, mercurial even I'd say. And I hope that whatever has been going on in your life that's causing you angst be dealt with on your end, then maybe you can get your bearings together and actually commit to things in lieu of being the weak link that breaks the chain.

Goodbye.
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