just got an email from Mil... bugger. Link, we'll give you a shot. you HAVE to be on at 7:00 Central American Standard Time on Tuesday. Please meet the following requirements:
SoA by itself with final patch
450 cache
default AI settings
DSL or Cable modem
Brand new character (or you can use my back-up one... Cleric is preferred...)
and to be at this charoom http://kiwisearch.net/chat/default.asp at 7:00 Central American Stadard Time on Tuesdays.

hooray! Milamber can host now! *plays the Mexican Hatdance on his trumpet for no reason whatsoever*

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by SSJ4Sephiroth:
just got an email from Mil... bugger. Link, we'll give you a shot. you HAVE to be on at 7:00 Central American Standard Time on Tuesday. Please meet the following requirements:
SoA by itself with final patch
450 cache
default AI settings
DSL or Cable modem
Brand new character (or you can use my back-up one... Cleric is preferred...)
and to be at this charoom http://kiwisearch.net/chat/default.asp at 7:00 Central American Stadard Time on Tuesdays.<hr></blockquote>

Okay...First thing; can download the latest patch, no big problem. Default AI settings are also not a problem.. DSL or Cable.. ouch! My 56 k modem won't work.. Sorry guys, and I don't really think that I'll be able to get DSL/Cable someday soon.. 450 mB, well that could be arranged (I finished Indiana Jones and The Infernal Machine yesterday, so.. ) ...:crying: I cannot join! :(

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Hiram Sedai:
<font color="#99CCCC">The creaks and groans of the floor did nothing to keep up the adventurers. They were happy to be inside and dry. Hiram slept on the floor near Breanna’s bed. He woke once when he thought he heard something. It seemed that the next door neighbors were being amorous again. “Silly Humans, just like bunny rabbits” Hiram then began to settle back down and to relax once more. He thought back to years ago when he and Breanna first met. She was raised as his sister. That of itself was an odd occurrence. It took quite some time for Hiram to trust her. He was told by many of his friends that humans want nothing more than to cause trouble and rape the land.

Breanna was different than any other human he had come into contact with. She had a strength that belied her frame. She was slow to temper and very quick witted. This half-elf had not felt welcome for the first 10 years of her life. Humans treated her with contempt and Elves ignored her. The dwarves in Hiram’s village were used to travelers and the occasional orphan who had nowhere else to go. Hiram’s mother had insisted on taking in Breanna as soon as she saw the half elf. While Hiram was mining with his cousins, Breanna would wander around the village and speak with the inhabitants. She read absolutely every book she could find. She once found a traveling merchant who was selling books. Breanna convinced the merchant to sell her all of his books if she could get Hiram to fix the merchant’s wagon.

Hiram chuckled to himself and turned over to look at Breanna’s sleeping form. He then saw movement by the window. There were two figures looking inside of the window~ </font><hr></blockquote>

<font color=plum>~Not wishing to alarm Breanna, Hiram closed his eyes to slits and studied the figures. Two men of average height. Both wearing black with hooded capes. Thieves - or Assassins! So as not to give things away, Hiram rolls over as if in his sleep. He lets his hand fall away from him with the motion of his roll, thereby putting his hand right next to his hammer. Patiently, he awaits the strangers' next move. Hiram hears some low whispering and a small 'pop' as the strange men pry open the window. He hears the sound of material brushing against the window sash and a miniscule creak in the floor as one makes his way inside. His hand twitches with desire to grab up his hammer and bash the intruder to a pulp, but he stays patiently still waiting for the second man to enter the room. As another 'swish' and 'creak' are heard, Breanna stirs in her sleep diverting the intruders' attention. Hiram uses this momentary distraction and in a flash, he is on his feet, hammer in hand and ready to fight.....~</font>

[ 11-06-2001: Message edited by: DragonMage ]</p>

OOC: Just to let you know, I am not trying to become the leader of the group. My charachter is meant to be arrogant and thinks he is better than anyone else because he is young and tempremental. So dont worry im not trying to take over the group ;)

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Hamlet Overlord:
OOC: Just to let you know, I am not trying to become the leader of the group. My charachter is meant to be arrogant and thinks he is better than anyone else because he is young and tempremental. So dont worry im not trying to take over the group ;) <hr></blockquote>

OOC: Awwww, hon! I'm not in the least even worried about that. [img]smile.gif[/img] Actually - your character's 'arrogance' played perfectly into the story. My character was drained and unable to 'lead', Hiram's character mostly concerns himself with 'my' well-being and the other's characters were 'distracted'. I think you 'taking charge' at that point to get us to this town was excellent! [img]smile.gif[/img] I like the structural shifts, actually. Others should be in the 'lead' from time to time. Gives the story more "flavor".

You have a natural talent for the 'feeling' of how the story is going. Personally, I think everyone is doing a great job! [img]smile.gif[/img] I'll try not to let r/l intrude again like it did here lately. It made the story grind to a halt for nearly two weeks. Sorry about that. But things are much better now, so I'm back to my 'old self'. ;)

*HUGS!* - OH! Does the Overlord hug?

Edit: And thanks for the extra info on your character. It will help in the ensuing mayhem. ;)

[ 11-06-2001: Message edited by: DragonMage ]</p>

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by DragonMage:


<font color=plum>~Not wishing to alarm Breanna, Hiram closed his eyes to slits and studied the figures. Two men of average height. Both wearing black with hooded capes. Thieves - or Assassins! So as not to give things away, Hiram rolls over as if in his sleep. He lets his hand fall away from him with the motion of his roll, thereby putting his hand right next to his hammer. Patiently, he awaits the strangers' next move. Hiram hears some low whispering and a small 'pop' as the strange men pry open the window. He hears the sound of material brushing against the window sash and a miniscule creak in the floor as one makes his way inside. His hand twitches with desire to grab up his hammer and bash the intruder to a pulp, but he stays patiently still waiting for the second man to enter the room. As another 'swish' and 'creak' are heard, Breanna stirs in her sleep diverting the intruders' attention. Hiram uses this momentary distraction and in a flash, he is on his feet, hammer in hand and ready to fight.....~</font>

[ 11-06-2001: Message edited by: DragonMage ]<hr></blockquote>
<font color="#99CCCC">

He looks down at Breanna lying on the bed clutching her “Tickle me Neb doll” and he hears her talking in her sleep. “You rock my world, Dwarf-daddy!!” Breanna mumbles to herself. Hiram chuckles and then notices the dark figures moving closer to Breanna. They are unaware of Hiram. He knows that he has to find a way to distract the two so they won’t harm his charge. He quietly slips on a silver glove and then starts to moon walk. With a high, screeching falsetto voice he begins to sing “mamma say mamma sa ma makoo sa! Mamma say mamma sa mamakoosa!! Hee Hee Hee!! The dark figures are startled as they see the dwarf do a really bad Michael Jackson imitation. Both assassins move as one towards the dwarf with daggers unsheathed. One especially brave one thrusts at the dancing dwarf and is blocked by his hammer. Hiram follows through with a hammer to the toe, thus creating a hammer toe. The wounded figure then lets out a hiss of rage as his companion moves in for the kill. Breanna poots pensively and rolls over to see the three in a tangle of bodies. She notices that one figure is hopping up and down while holding his foot.

Breanna is instantly alert and moves quickly towards the fray. She pulls her dagger out of her jammies and moves with cat like grace. She knows that it would be dangerous to cast spells right now because of the small space that they are occupying.

Meanwhile, next door, Sephiroth is madly chopping at his furniture and cannot hear the fight. All he knows is rage and inner torment. To escape the madness that claws at his soul, he must deal with the inner fire. A wooden chair gives up the ghost as Sephiroth madly chops at it. He loses himself in the hacking and chopping. “If only I had brought my latch hook kit” Sephiroth thinks to himself.

Neb likes pretty things. He always has appreciated the wonder of life and nature. He has been meditating quietly and then is rudely disturbed by the fracas next door. He then begins to cast protective spells upon himself and moves out of his room. After hasting himself, Neb opens Breanna’s door and notices the dwarf doing a dance of sorts with two hooded figures. He then sees Breanna in her Backstreet Boys pajamas. His eyes twinkle and he moves into the fray.

Unbeknownst to the inhabitants of the room, help is on its way in the form of Link (I'll edit this later) and Azurian Greymane. They had been outside partaking of a blunt and telling tawdry knock knock jokes. When they heard the screeching that sounded like a cat losing a game of Parchesi, they immediately drew their weapons and rushed back into the saloon/motel. </font>

[ 11-06-2001: Message edited by: Hiram Sedai ]</p>

OOC: *Breanna smacks Hiram hard on the back of the head*
What am I going to do with you???? I'm just really gonna have to hurt you, you know.
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ROTFLMAO!!!!!

tales a=of the clan known as HADB have travelled far and wide yet justice, though i laugh at the word, is only prevailed by viewing with ones own eyes the tru clan!!

a thief of my repute would aspire to be associated with one such a clan. a thief of my repute is also rare in the occasion of throwin such niceites in conversation. Take heed to my kind words.. aloow me to be part of your clan and perhaps my other 'talents' may be of some use also

Aaaahh! Fresh meat! *licks draconic lips*

Azure? Can this one be my new plaything??? Pleeeease? *bats dragon eyelashes coyly*