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7 yrs ago
Current Peace is a Lie, there is only Passion. Through Passion, I gain Strength. Through Strength, I gain Power. Through Power, I gain Victory. Through Victory, My Chains are Broken. The Force Shall Free Me.
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8 yrs ago
"Never was, never will be."
8 yrs ago
We find that our favorite damage type is collateral.
8 yrs ago
We do not corrupt mortals. We teach them enlightened self-interest.
8 yrs ago
Peace is a lie. There is only passion (for cookies).
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Dervish, could you drop by Jiaasjen or the IRC so that ideas for what to do with Tolun can be discussed?
Asyrdar said
Well Rook is certainly a little disturbed. Im gonna wait a bit before posting, but Ill have another up by tomorrow.


That was some of the idea behind it, yes.
Sad to hear indeed. Good luck in your future RPs.

Would you be willing to give an idea for how your character will be killed off or otherwise taken out of the story?
It has a name. Mcode. MahzCode.
Posted. We think Rook is going to dislike her now.
Thoraniel kept to the background. There were too many people around. She did not like many people around her. Especially not dwarves. Their presence made her elven blood boil. She began subtly scanning the room, sorting escape routes by quality in her head. There were too few exits. She did not like lacking many of those. What if someone had recognized her? She did not like being recognized. No she did not.

Some of the people were discussing an ugly sword, but she could not quite pick up exactly what was so special about it. She hadn't seen anything like it before, decided then and there she did not want to either. It was ugly. Disgusting. Ill-made.

When she heard one of the field-men speak down to one of the other women, she reacted on instinct. Jumping clean across the room, landing right beside him, she drew her dagger mid-leap, pressing it against his chest, without breaking through the cloth, let alone skin. She made it abundantly clear she would have no trouble pushing it all the way through. "Do not speak to her like that..." she hissed out, disgust dripping from her mouth. "Had Thaddeus not needed you, you would have been dead now." She drew her dagger back, then sheathed it and turned around. Only then did she walk away again, taking a position along one wall near one of the exits, but close enough to hear the conversation.
We took images from most parts of the 3D model. Sometimes its torso. Sometimes face. Other times feet. And then occasionally buttocks. And so forth.

Nope, no fetish for butlers. But we do enjoy mocking the stereotypical British.
shh... don't reveal facts, Forsythe...
"and my knife (through your chest)..."

or doesn't that quite work?
up up up it goes.
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