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 Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 4:01 pm
((Welll considering there's only 4 dungeon hosting DMs currently [[I may have missed the memo]] It's probably an event or mini-game.)) Seeing how theres nothing to write with, Bellamin very carefully starts to singe his name onto the paper. However, through freak (un)luck and abit of incompetance, the spark on his index finger explodes; And due to an odd chain reaction, weak and dim sparks exploded from his fingers, making 'Solan' into 'Beanie'.
He swore a dwarven curse under his breath. Oh well, he pinned another piece of paper onto it and wrote a new one.Bellamin and Wisp- 3rd Wheel Hybrid
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 4:01 pm
((Its an event, I might take more than 5 or 6 depending on who signs up.))
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 4:03 pm
Fury wanders over and takes a look at the post. "I agree Perrian, knowing a bit more about what this is all about would help. I'm currently tied up in my current Dungeon, with your Dragon Quest to follow. If only there was some way to tell..." Fury heads back to his seat to ponder the situation.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 4:06 pm
Fury stands, having received divine confirmation from the powers that be. "Very well, count me in. I'd like a closer look at this snake." Moving to the post, Fury signs his name to the list.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 4:09 pm
"Sign me up!!!"
Gerbo said as he ran for the board, and wrote...
"Gerbo Tosscobble, Socerer, Head Master of the Order of Magic Preservation, Co-captian of the Airship Albetross, and creator of the Machine Gun Magic Style."
Gerbo then looked back and saw the he had written most of it Furys Falcon dancing sword as Fury was reading the board.
"Whoops..."
He mumbled as he slinked back to his seat.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 4:11 pm
((Lol I'm just going to write Gerbo. I wonder how many non dms I'm going to get))
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 4:12 pm
"Well, since my friends are coming I'm in, too. Sign this angelic healer up!" Perrian said and signed his name on the board.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 4:14 pm
As Fury heads back to his customary seat, he notices Dancing Sword's new feather art. "Where'd you get the tattoo?" he mutters, under his breath. Shaking his head at his pet's odd proclivities, Fury takes his seat once again.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 5:46 pm
Perrian takes his seat again back at the table with Fury. "I wonder what we'll be called to do." Perrian said. "But with whatever it is, I'm going to go to find out!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 6:18 pm
*Firu walked over and scribed his name on the parchment with the others.*
This sounds like fun.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 3:23 pm
"Alright let's get this over with," she murmured softly, curiousity getting the better of her. Whipping out a quill from thin air with a nimble flourish, the bard scribbled down her name on the sheet of parchment.
Karythelia DeVarlen
Her script was breezey and flowing. "Well Perrian it'll be a pleasure to get to know you better during this affair," the bard shot in his direction.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 4:33 pm
((Alright thats six, I might take a few more depending on who else shows interest.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 4:46 pm
Perrian nodded. "I'm glad you're coming, Karythelia. It will be a pleasure to get to know you better during this event." Perrian said with a smile.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 5:59 pm
"I agree! I'd like to see what your capable of! I sense a strong magic in you as well as something I can't quite put my fingure on..."
Gerbo said as he sat back down and drank more of his dwarven ale.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 7:47 pm
Bellamin approached the bartender to get something to drink. The bartender however, was not pleased with the fact that he just destroyed a good rug, stained the floor with black soot, and also hasn't paid his tab since he joined up with the guards ((And left later)). Bellamin gave a puppy dog smile as the bartender simply pointed towards the hole and said: "No".
He sat on a nearby stool. "Anyone willing to pay my tab?!" He yelled. The bartender whipped out two sheets of parchment. Each was double-sided and had innumerous ammounts of drinks scrawled in black ink.
"Hey, its hard enough for me as it is to make money..."
The spellsword slunk away from the bar and eyed Gerbo's drink hungrily.
((hey, 20 chips to live on isn't much...))
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