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I would be #1 but I have a)to work a bit
b)a wife to take care of
Roleplaying In Atkathla
Sorry, I've been deathly ill all weekend. All I did was sleep. I'll see if I can come up with something to get the story going again.
@Seabass: That's very strange...
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...Magus
Level 18 young Half-Elf Conjurer, Neutral Good, resident of The Rift, bitter foe of Ubik
@Seabass: That's very strange...
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...Magus
Level 18 young Half-Elf Conjurer, Neutral Good, resident of The Rift, bitter foe of Ubik
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
When the party arrives back at the library in The Rift, Magus takes his leave to think. He has wizened considerably since the disaster a decade hence, and he knows that a frontal assault is out of the question. As he tries to think of a plan, the horrible memory of his showdown with Ubik plays over and over in his mind. After a long while, he returns.
Magus: I have a plan. We must make haste.
Without further explanation, he casts a teleport spell, and the party finds themselves back in Athlatka. Magus quickly tells the others his plan, then they sit back to bide their time.
Sidenote: I'm purposely being vague so as not to give anything away to the evil party. I do have a definite plan in mind, from which I don't intend to stray. I'll e-mail any of you from the party of good if you're curious.
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...Magus
Level 18 young Half-Elf Conjurer, Neutral Good, resident of The Rift, bitter foe of Ubik
Magus: I have a plan. We must make haste.
Without further explanation, he casts a teleport spell, and the party finds themselves back in Athlatka. Magus quickly tells the others his plan, then they sit back to bide their time.
Sidenote: I'm purposely being vague so as not to give anything away to the evil party. I do have a definite plan in mind, from which I don't intend to stray. I'll e-mail any of you from the party of good if you're curious.
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...Magus
Level 18 young Half-Elf Conjurer, Neutral Good, resident of The Rift, bitter foe of Ubik
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
"Serevon Xagion - His early years"
War Correspondent - On a mission in the North
Personal Aspect:
- after another session of hardcore anal sex with summoned dildos I awoke after have been unconscious for a long time. My eyes were blinded by the sunlight that struck my eyes as I lifted my body off the ground. Somehow I couldnt feel the hand cuffs around my wrists anymore, and obviously I thought I had been freed.. After I was used nonetheless, I felt so dirty, I felt like a dirty litte boy. Yees, oh yees, A dirty little boy, I've been bad, I wanna get spanked. And so a golem came up behind Serevon and started spanking him from behind at the same time as entering his rectal area. you guys are ****ing dirty reading this ****.
Im sorry
War Correspondent - On a mission in the North
Personal Aspect:
- after another session of hardcore anal sex with summoned dildos I awoke after have been unconscious for a long time. My eyes were blinded by the sunlight that struck my eyes as I lifted my body off the ground. Somehow I couldnt feel the hand cuffs around my wrists anymore, and obviously I thought I had been freed.. After I was used nonetheless, I felt so dirty, I felt like a dirty litte boy. Yees, oh yees, A dirty little boy, I've been bad, I wanna get spanked. And so a golem came up behind Serevon and started spanking him from behind at the same time as entering his rectal area. you guys are ****ing dirty reading this ****.
Im sorry
Pajas
ROTFLMAO....Damn when you think you have seen the worst...someone comes along and tops it. 
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Join the Marines, Le Grunt awaits you!
PORNSPAMMERS OF THE WORLD, UNITE!
Joint le Grunt's Marines.
Or kiss le Grunt's @$$.
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Join the Marines, Le Grunt awaits you!
PORNSPAMMERS OF THE WORLD, UNITE!
Joint le Grunt's Marines.
Or kiss le Grunt's @$$.
"Vile and evil, yes. But, That's Weasel" From BS's book, MD 20/20: Fine Wines of Rocky Flop.
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Ok, I've just e-mailed Fallout and Trip-Wire with the plan. If I'm not here to implement it, then they'll know what to do. But it can't happen unless the bad guys start doing something. And enough's enough now Seabass. We're trying to keep the spam down here.
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...Magus
Level 18 young Half-Elf Conjurer, Neutral Good, resident of The Rift, bitter foe of Ubik
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...Magus
Level 18 young Half-Elf Conjurer, Neutral Good, resident of The Rift, bitter foe of Ubik
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
I agree with Magus. Keep your rectal area to yourself Seabass I put up a thread for that filth (Minsc's wand)
Man, I though *I* was a pervert.
I put up a thread for that filth (Minsc's wand) Man, I though *I* was a pervert.
"Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his pants for his friends."
Enchantress is my Goddess.
Few survive in the Heart of Fury...
Gamebanshee: [url="http://www.gamebanshee.com/"]Make your gaming scream![/url]
Enchantress is my Goddess.
Few survive in the Heart of Fury...
Gamebanshee: [url="http://www.gamebanshee.com/"]Make your gaming scream![/url]
hhmm... you could allways help with some sheep... we need them Sheep. Actually Waverly does. But if you have som, bring 'em over to the Planar Sphear. We need them sheep. The only way to keep Weasel content.
Oh, and if you stumble upon some gems, bring'em over. They belong to Melosh tar
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a few words of Wisdom, from old uncle Ubik
Oh, and if you stumble upon some gems, bring'em over. They belong to Melosh tar
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a few words of Wisdom, from old uncle Ubik
Ubik
Elder God B.P. Pervert
Elder God B.P. Pervert
I think he is young'un, Ubik. LOL. Perhaps Magus can use some help, the Goodies are more micromanaged, er, I mean organized
They can be found finger painting and doing laundry in the Rift outside of town.
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Then at the door that cautious rattling came -
And the mad truth devoured me like a flame
They can be found finger painting and doing laundry in the Rift outside of town.
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Then at the door that cautious rattling came -
And the mad truth devoured me like a flame
Then darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time
@Craig: What's your character's alignment?
@Evil Party: Get a move on. We're stuck until you do certain things. I can't throw in the Quayle thing until I accomplish what I have in mind. Seabass still has to finish his little excursion, Waverly is still riding back from Trademeet, and I'm sure Ubik isn't idle in his pursuit of The Crown of Horns. Ubik needs to set about the next part of his plan. In general, we need some more evil activity. These people need to start posting (not spamming)if this story is to continue. When they do, we'll be ready. I'll have plenty of time over the weekend.
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...Magus
Level 18 young Half-Elf Conjurer, Neutral Good, resident of The Rift, bitter foe of Ubik
@Evil Party: Get a move on. We're stuck until you do certain things. I can't throw in the Quayle thing until I accomplish what I have in mind. Seabass still has to finish his little excursion, Waverly is still riding back from Trademeet, and I'm sure Ubik isn't idle in his pursuit of The Crown of Horns. Ubik needs to set about the next part of his plan. In general, we need some more evil activity. These people need to start posting (not spamming)if this story is to continue. When they do, we'll be ready. I'll have plenty of time over the weekend.
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...Magus
Level 18 young Half-Elf Conjurer, Neutral Good, resident of The Rift, bitter foe of Ubik
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?