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  • Mournas
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    Originally posted by Sypthe View Post
    And a quick kudos to Mournas, this time for being extremely helpful OOC !
    Don't mention it. Kudos to you for providing hours worth of excellent RP!

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  • Sypthe
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    And a quick kudos to Mournas, this time for being extremely helpful OOC !

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  • cmosier
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    Kudos to my fellow characters on the Thin Gray Line. It can be pretty difficult to play at times.

    Kudos to those who had the patience to let me vent/ whine. :-) Sometimes you just need to get it out of your system to continue on.

    Kudos to Liana. I do love the Blackwood and I'm thrilled when other PCs take an interest as well.

    Mandatory Kudos to River, Byrun's companion in the Darkness. :-)

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  • sonuvalich
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    Originally posted by Kitsunestume View Post
    Also, Kudos to Sandro. Because who else listens to my hour long lectures on streamlining economics with one character? (&, if you were wondering)

    Cheers,
    Kit
    I just want to give James's player kudos, above and beyond what I would give the character. I enjoy the IC discussions and prolonged magical experimentation using my fellow Red Wizards as semi-willing test subjects. But what had me most attentive was the OOC discussion of the merits of different numerical bases and some number theory. I got less chatty because I kept alt+tabbing to my browser to look stuff up on dem interwebs and engage my math major wife is brief discussions about nerd stuff. It's a fun night when I can have my RP AND learn something.

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  • Laurk
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    Great job to Continuum so far! Just simple little NPC interactions here and there really make the world come alive. I love that stuff!

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  • Kitsunestume
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    this thread might well be ambushed by the participants in the actual DM run event, but:
    Kudos to Nora Windwood, Noril De'nor, Andelain, and Brendig for creating a perfect situation for a really fun debate (I would say argument, but that might apply connotations in excess of my intention), perfectly highlighting the differences between magic and science.

    Also, Kudos to Sandro. Because who else listens to my hour long lectures on streamlining economics with one character? (&, if you were wondering)

    Cheers,
    Kit

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  • Jai_V
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    Kudos to Sypthe and Grey-Moth.

    Johanna and Thresh were higher than lighthouses. ^_~

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  • Valhalla
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    Originally posted by BubbaCornbread View Post
    I wanted to give a shout out to the DM staff concerning Argyle. I have not been to the new places and actually was ambushed and had a down and dirty fight at the Castle. It was awesome!
    Basically this. It's its own self-contained, flavorful dungeon and it feels like it belongs more in a PnP dungeon delve than a PW. Way cool.

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  • BubbaCornbread
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    I wanted to give a shout out to the DM staff concerning Argyle. I have not been to the new places and actually was ambushed and had a down and dirty fight at the Castle. It was awesome!

    Also kudos to the two Dwarves that were with me - Kyra and Arthul of the dread locks and mud (I think I spelled it wrong). It was fun experiencing something brand new with others. The RP was also grand!

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  • Sypthe
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    Originally posted by sonuvalich View Post
    Huge, giant, ginormous


    to Johanna, Cazen, Adeline, Melzca, and of course GBX for all the marathon RP in the Enclave. I think I need a vacation after all that.
    This, but mirrored. Also: awesome to find the sheer depth of Sandro. Well done!

    These kudos wouldn't be complete without an extra shout-out to Adeline. It's really awesome to see a bard played out this way. Amazing work.

    And lastly, of course, GBX, as the conductor of this symphony of madness. I love how your events never come without some kind of super-difficult moral dilemmas!

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  • sonuvalich
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    Huge, giant, ginormous


    to Johanna, Cazen, Adeline, Melza, and of course GBX for all the marathon RP in the Enclave. I think I need a vacation after all that.
    Last edited by sonuvalich; 12-01-2013, 01:47 AM.

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  • Sypthe
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    So I was logged in at a relatively sparse time (as most Euro-timers do), and found Sylvain chatting with Adeline. In an awesome bit of RP, she ended up reading a tale from a book. Figured I'd post it here for others to enjoy, as well.

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    "Memnon and the Merchant's Daughter."
    Read out loud by Adeline Loveless, written by her father

    "Some weeks into the caravan ride, I began to feel the heat. It ate at my wits as it ate at my flesh: boiling and sultry. It wasn't long before Retlin began complaining of the sweat, while Drust--ever the patient one--simply bore the desert weather with quiet. But for myself, I found my mind wandering often to the colorful awnings of the covered wagons and the mirage-like glimpses I had into their shadows."

    "They seemed to me a delicious retreat out of the sun. And it was there that would lay my mind, imagining the cool breeze as the wagon wheels bumped along."

    [She skips ahead]

    "I was startled when looking into those shadows I noticed for the first time a pair of eyes staring back into mine. They were dark and wrought with expectations that I didn't know then, but that I observed. But aboveall, I wondered why I hadn't noticed them before."

    "I quickly looked to Retlin, about to disturb the lout from his nap at the campfire, but whim got the better of me."So I left him be, snoring and hapless before the glowing embers. Drust was meanwhile tending his patrol shift some paces south of the caravan's tail, and between us stood the line of tapestried carts and vehicles. Each lay quiet, with but a single guard--if any at all--aiding our watch at each."

    "I would say that it was simple curiosity which motivated me then, but it wouldn't be accurate. At some point in every man's life, he finds himself compelled into action by force--as if his heart were guided by chance, despite danger and thrill--into senseless action.This was my moment.The caravaneer had warned us that we were never to spy into his cargo, let alone physically nose about. It was hardly our business, and as aspiring talespinners, merchants often felt uneasy about hiring us on as escorts at all. They could never tell which was worse--risking disaster by bandit, or a spoiled reputation at the tongues of too-privvy bards. But these thoughts--like the rest of my common sense--abandoned me."

    "I felt my legs moving before I realized I intended to approach, and within moments my footsteps drove the distance from our mercenaries' warm to the shadow of the wagon ahead. I looked for those eyes--two bright baubles gleaming in the moonlight.And on catching them there, I spied the colorful broadcloth wrapped around the figure's body. Man or woman, I could hardly tell in the darkness, but I must have been close, for the moment I arrived I found a blade at my throat and voice like silk, whispering in my ears."

    "'Had my father not warned you, thief?'"

    "I froze at the question. And that sound. Every deadly syllable caressed my ears like music. It was a woman who spoke, and I was such a gods-damned moron that the first thought into my naive skull-matter was that I could have her pinned in seconds flat, with that blade in my own hand. And I felt a bit of shameless glee at that, imagining how capable I could I be. But, as oft is the way with cocky young wordsmiths, I bantered first, intending to ease myself into such a position that I might successfully maneuver my new victim into a compromise."

    "...Oh, what a fool I was. I started to turn, thinking I was much too charming to fail, but as my throat turned, I felt that blade sink into my flesh, cutting. I felt blood prick at the source and my skin suddenly sting. And with a gut reaction, I jerked back like a shocked pony in the ring, only to drive by head against the wagon arch. Another blade dug into my side with a threatening sharpness, and as I stood pinned against the shadows, I considered myself the suckled pig. About to be feasted on by a stranger."

    "I looked toward the voice of brittle-but-bold captor and found a rather angelic face staring back at me with cold, frigis eyes. She was angel no doubt--but an angel of death--haunting me body and soul. She was too young, too beautiful for such skill with a knife. And I felt myself moved by pity of all things, that a woman would ever require war-things, let alone become a master."

    "'Do you really mean to gut me like a fish, woman? It'd stain the rugs on board.' I croaked the words with an impish smile on my face."
    "And what I thought for an ill-thought second was an applaudable show of humor in the face of uncertain demise, I quickly learned was not an appropriate way to deal with hostile women in the middle of the night....A lesson which has served me well time and again. Always hold your tongue, lad. A slit throat is the least of your worries!"

    "The blade dug in a pace more. What started as a foolish man's errand was soon going to end with my head lopped off like a sad potato on the ground. 'Take foot and go, boy.' She whispered into my ear, the last of her words more of a snarl than a request. As she released me, I recognized the guttural tremor in her voice. She may have spared my life, but despite the shock of fear I felt at the threat of death, I suspected then that she too was afraid."

    "I stepped back, then hurried off with but a single glance back at my wagonside origins, and what I spied then was that angel, hands shaking as she put aside the knife and drew back the broadcloth wrapping from my first quarry-- Beneath it sat a girl-child, shivering and not yet old enough to know women's ways."

    "The child continued to watch me, just as ghostly as the sister who tended her that night. Thus, I retreated to the fire, feeling for the first time in my life sick with understanding. I was a fool, but not fool enough to forget that I had been their bogey in the blackness..."

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  • Raksha
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    Back at you. Although there was confusion over hostiling -- when isn't there, in such a horrid PvP engine? And it was just so cool and evocative to be skirmishing with the Black Hand in front of the Citadel of the Seven. And what a brilliant area! What a trek to get there!

    Overall, just a really fun ... adventure. Sometimes we need to have those.

    I just wish I'd had time to cue up Duel of the Fates.

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  • Jhickey
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    I just want to give a shout out to those that where at the citadel tonight. I bet it was a surprise to see Datton out there! Sadly I cant remember specific names, but you know who you are.

    And big ups to Anosh! You did really well.

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  • cmosier
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    Is it strange that I was making the "Wah Wah" noise at my computer? It was pretty good.

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