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A vertical slash of light appears and widens. theKestrel jumps into the bar, grabs a drink, tosses it down and leaves again.

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And so the problem remained; lots of people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches. Many were increasingly of the opinion that they had all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place. And some said that the trees had been a bad move and that no one should ever have left the oceans. - Douglass Adams

Rogan looks pale. "Oh sh*t!" he says as he finishes another drink and follows Ferazel.

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I have no signature...my dog ate it.

Hmmm...

I guess Slayer did some needed cleaning up...we are missing about 16 posts...

Oh well...

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Come on people...don't let this topic shrivel up and die now...

post something reasonable-or one of the mods will delete it later

*comes back in*

"I have a trick to split my personality, so I can be in two places at once.

Talos, how about some ale?"

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Rio walks in the door, "There is a newly discovered ruffian encampment north of Cademia. I want some people to come with me to destroy it." *with a grin* "It should be some great slash and hack fun!! By the way, Talos, I was wondering if perhaps the bar could be brought along with us? Perhaps by a transmogrification spell which would turn it into something small? Does anyone know of such a spell?"

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And so the problem remained; lots of people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches. Many were increasingly of the opinion that they had all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place. And some said that the trees had been a bad move and that no one should ever have left the oceans. - Douglass Adams

"I do". Rogan walks back in. "And I want to join you".

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I have no signature...my dog ate it.

"That's great!! Now, we must only wait for any others who wish to join our glorious quest."

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And so the problem remained; lots of people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches. Many were increasingly of the opinion that they had all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place. And some said that the trees had been a bad move and that no one should ever have left the oceans. - Douglass Adams

"A ruffian encampment? Hmmm..."

*ponders the idea*

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** Out of character **

Rogan, I'll try your idea of multiple stories at once.

** In Character **

"I will join your quest also." Ferazel says, as he walks in the bar.

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Ferazel Rocks!

*Leaves the bar, heading for the [url="http://"http://www.AmbrosiaSW.com/webboard/Forum5/HTML/000548.html"]Ruffian Encampment.[/url]*

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[This message has been edited by Avatara (edited 10-12-1237).]

[This message has been edited by Avatara (edited 10-14-2000).]

Rogan casts a spell at the bar and puts it in his pocket...

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I have no signature...my dog ate it.

*but the bar is stubborn and bursts out of Rogan's picket, ripping it off in the process. The adventurers decide to leave the bar and go on, Rogan somewhat in embarrassment.*

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*looks kinda red*

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I have no signature...my dog ate it.

(its sad that I'm one of three people keeping this going)

*Avatara returns, disgusted that theKestrel is lazily reading a whole stack of comic books ( ) and won't post. He decides to let the others have their fun at the ruffian encampment.*

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A tall scarred man walks in the door, stooping at the entrance. He is travel worn, his once fine clothes seeming to have accumulated the dust of centuries. His face resembles something of a piece of leather. He walks to a bar stool and sits down. His raspy voice comes from the depths of something very deep, "Get me a drink, barkeep."

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The sentient Glue
Bubble waves to
everyone.

J.Ace21 returns to the tavern. after long months of travelling he has accquired knowledge surpassing that of anyone in the tavern(or so has been foreseen). He now carries with him a short dagger, it's glow showing from underneath it's sheath. His cloak seems to sparkle like the night sky and seems to draw within it everything as if it were a black hole. His boots seem to keep him hovering above the ground and gives his pace a strong beat. His belt simple yet surprisingly packed with many pockets makes one wonder what they hapeen to contain.
He walks to the bar
"Give me a drink"
He takes a look at the drink and looks around as if waiting for a good time to announce something of unspeakable importance.

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[This message has been edited by J.Ace21 (edited 10-21-2000).]

*J.Ace21 seems like he is waiting for someone to talk to him*

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The tall man looks around, and realizing that people are probably pretty lonely as they are all sitting by themselves. He goes over to one table, sits in a chair, and looks to the other man at the table, "Would you like to talk, stranger?"

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The sentient Glue
Bubble waves to
everyone.

"Of course I would" Avatara ( ) replies as he sips at his drink. "Let me introduce myself, I am the mercenary Avatara, most powerful mage in all of Cythera and beyond..."

*Avatara recounts tales of valor*

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The tall stranger yawns, jerks, and realizes Avatara has stopped speaking, "Why...er... fascinating, simply fascinating."

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The sentient Glue
Bubble waves to
everyone.

J.Ace21 seems to decide that he'll just have to speak up. He stands up and in strong voice begins,
"I, J.Ace21, have been studying all of Cythera and have studied various historical and ancient records with Headmaster Lindus from Phynx and the LandKing Alaric himself. As you all know, our ancestors fled from destruction and were washed ashore at what is now Cademia and inhabitated this island. Many brave explorers have tried to get off this island to try to return home or establish communication with a different civilization... but all attempts have failed. Lindus, Alaric and I have decided it is time to return to our home island of Thera or atleast try. Since astronomers back when our peoples arrived here and of this time have not been able to identify any stars in the and have concluded that the moon is smaller and the second 'star' is something that is truly unknown, even the length of a year we haven't been able to determine!"
*stops to take a sip from his mug*
"Since the last of the priests, also known as the Tyrants, were the only ones to ever feel any link to Thera we must seek our own path to our homeland. I suppose all of you have seen the 'ethereal void' atleast once during your visits to LandKingHall or other various travels throughout Cythera. After studying this void for many centuries, eversince he appeared in 216 AT, Alaric has confirmed that the 'stars' visibly glowing in the void are the same as the ones that we were able to see when our people were in Thera, before that great night of Exodus. After working with many freemages, you would be surprised to know how many there are hiding and studying in the wilderness, including Eioneus, which I am certain you all have visited with enormous amounts of obsidian from time to time, Timon, the great mage that was vital in saving the land of Cythera from corruption, and many others we have created a set of spells and potions that will possibly help me in my quest. Now, I only need a team of well trained fighters, mages, and anyone else willing to risk there life for our people. If you wish to join me on my quest please come to [url="http://"http://www.AmbrosiaSW.com/webboard/Forum5/HTML/000572.html"]Land King Hall[/url] with any equipment of your choice and any companions you may wish to bring along."
*He picks up his drink at empties it and turns to the bartender*
"I want you to tell any well known fighter that comes through here of this quest. Especially the well known Slayer, Avatara, Rogan, GF, and others. Thanks"
*with that he drops a small pouch of oboli on the bar and walks(or almost floats) out of the tavern*

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[This message has been edited by J.Ace21 (edited 10-22-2000).]

[This message has been edited by J.Ace21 (edited 10-22-2000).]

As J.Ace21 leaves, he passes a small woman with long sivery-white hair, a freemage, judging from her clothing. Standing in the doorway she hesitates, as if uncertain if she'd be welcome. Then she shakes her head, mutters something very much like "Nonsense" and enters. She moves to a place in an edge of the tavern and looks around curiously.

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One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them,
one ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
J.R.R. Tolkien

*I think a woman character in one of these stories would be a GREAT addition.*

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And so the problem remained; lots of people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches. Many were increasingly of the opinion that they had all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place. And some said that the trees had been a bad move and that no one should ever have left the oceans. - Douglass Adams

*I hope so or I'd be lost here*

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One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them,
one ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
J.R.R. Tolkien

"Well, its nice to see at least some females in these parts. Can I get you something? Appearantly, I'm running the bar in Talos's absence."

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