Sun May 6 19:38:11 2007

At 3 o'clock PM, Day of Thunder, 17th of the Month of the Winter Wolf
on the Theran calendar Marmaanth perished, never to return.

Take care.

And while doing your imm functions you was acting like a great person OOC, earning all respect from me. CF will miss you. And i believe that the Tribunal gay meter will dramatically increase as you take your leave. Becouse you probably was the only person who could handle that bitches somehow.

You were one of my favorite Imms. Hope you find your way back to goof around some time.

If you become an Imm again, I strongly advise that you look beyond the Matrix for your character inspirations.

"Marmaanth transforms into a wraith and seeps into the ground."

Best,

-U.

Don't know if you remember me... but I played that elf warrior that you happened to more or less seduce into the Empire... I just wanted to say that you made for an incredible admin, and while I very rarely play, the mud -needs- more administrators like you.

Take care and good luck w/everything

The Rp was appreciated... seldom to get so indepth...

Grurk always was a bit frightinging to my poor, weak Herald...I figured you were going to gank me at any time.

You will be missed. Be well.



eshval@carrionfields.com

A whole new day, a whole new set of possibilities. - MacGyver

While I do love a good thief pincering... =)

You were the one who taught me how to talk! How could I smoosh you in good conscience?

Good luck with all your furry critters and best wishes for everything life brings you.


-Grurk

Grurk was Melchisedec's bitch! HAH!

Either way, I'm sure that's gonna be a great lost. A cool Imm being involved with EVERYTHING. And a great roleplayer since I recognize a few of your past characters!

It's been a great 10 years, but it's time I've moved on. I do so with no regrets and no tales of conspiracy.

I started playing CF back in 1997, when I was in the Army. A good friend of mine (my new battle buddy) introduced the game to me and the rest is history.

I've met many very cool people through CF and to all of you I say thanks.

If anyone wants to keep in contact- my email is kyleiorio@cox.net or hit me up on myspace: www.myspace.com/kyleiorio1

Best of luck!

Grurk
Marmaanth
Dugruain

But best of luck to you.

/Zargu

(48 Storm War) (None) Kromm the General, Slave to Pico
(51 Felar Asn) (TROUPE) Clemenzcia the Heroine Assassin, Mouser at Large
(51 Storm Pal) (KNIGHT) Semaul the Paladin Hero
(51 Arial Asn) (ARBITER) Kryn the Heroine of Assassin, Arbiter Lady
(51 Cloud War) (BATTLE) Ioanis the Simple-Minded Savage, Veteran of Battle
(51 Dwarf War) (ARBITER) Fuath the Freeborn
(51 Dwarf Sha) (TRIBUNAL) Dugruain the Hand of Thror, Smith of the Noldarian Forge, Provost Magistrate
(51 Human Shf) (None) Kylae the Hero of Alteration (Jullias' Tattoo)
(51 Human Bar) (BATTLE) Coaric the Bard Hero
(51 Human Bar) (BATTLE) Nerylana the Lone Herald of the WarSong, Commander of War
(51 Elf Hea) (FORTRESS) (SQUIRE) Anadriewien the Protector of Faith, Hunted by Battle
(51 Elf Tra) (FORTRESS) Amiwiel the High Sorceress of the Arcane, Acolyte of the Golden Sun
(51 D-Elf Hea) (None) Merzofzyauhn Dek'lur the Disciple of Fire, Pillager of Udgaard
(47 Human Nec) (EMPIRE) Smonund the Spectre, Imperial Dread Lord
(51 Cloud War) (TRIBUNAL) Grurk Muouk the Enforcer of Order, Vindicator
(51 Gnome Dru) (OUTLANDER) Gharnok the Force of Nature
(45 Min War) (TRIBUNAL) Rheiseth the Champion of Arms
(51 Human Con) (TRIBUNAL) Chibougideau the Planewalker
(51 Dwarf Pal) (TRIBUNAL) Braeburn the Champion of the Virtues, Vindicator (Provost)
(57 Cloud IMM) (EMPIRE) Grurk the Vengeful, Father of Anger
(57 Dwarf IMM) (BATTLE) Athansoros the Free, Highland Thane of the Mountain Kin
(57 Lich IMM) (TRIBUNAL) Marmaanth the Pearl Lich, Muse of Law

Well, I think this is a huge loss to CF, but I wish you all the best.

I was a mort only with Nerylana I think, as either Senimar or Delebrinduil, but I remember being incredibly impressed.

While I never played one of your followers, during my brief stay in Asgaard as Gondrak, I do remember that I enjoyed chatting with you, and that you were quite helpful.

Goodluck in whatever life throws your way.

Treebeard

Man I loved Durgruain as Igsoeh, that time we played heroes in the Inn and Thror knocked me through the window was great. I still go read that log sometimes. You'll be sorely missed, good luck.

Luke

Heh, that was an awesome time! If you have that log can you email me at kyleiorio@cox.net

Thanks!

I emailed it to you, but its a good log, so everyone can enjoy if they want.

Allright, I just decided to check and see what was at the Inn, when I found Thror and Arvam there, I figured I'd better stick around a while. This is my first game of heroes, and Thror and myself slinging insults at eachother.


The Bar of the Eternal Star


Lalandra is here.
Iunna is here.
Janzi is here.
Nyellonandel is resting here.
Qiligoron is here.
Yrom is here.
A hearty dwarf with a flame-red beard is here, covered in soot.
Forathious is sitting here.
A tall and handsome arial with wings like giant tongues of flame stands here.
Dugruain is here.
A stout dwarf bouncer hefts his cudgel and looks for trouble.
A huge, fat man looks distracted as he passes out drinks.

Janzi gives Thror some gold.

You bow before him.

Thror nods at Janzi.

You say 'Greetings Lord.'

Iunna smiles at you.

Lalandra says 'Can I ave some ale?'

Forathious says 'Bah!'

Iunna gives a clean sheet of paper to Arvam.

You nod at Iunna.

Iunna gives a tankard of engraved silver filled with smooth, dark ale to Lalandra.

You say 'Greetings High Herald.'

Thror tugs his beard in frustration.

Forathious says 'Aren't ye that traitor assassin?'

Yrom whispers to Forathious.

Lalandra hugs Iunna.

Igsoeh pushes a drunk dwarf off of a table and takes a seat.

You laugh heartily.

Lalandra says 'I am sorry I cant pay you for it...'

You say 'Lord, if I could get some wine perhaps?'

Arvam says 'Ok folks, you got all your cards straight?'

Thror snickers softly.

Forathious says 'Hold a sec...'

Thror whispers 'Wine..'

Forathious peers at his cards.

Dugruain says 'Feh'

Thror snickers softly.

Dugruain chuckles politely.

Dugruain says 'Limp.'

Qiligoron drinks wine from a dark blue bottle of spiced wine.

Lalandra says 'Iunna?, can I have some ale for the road, long trip...'

Iunna gives a tankard of engraved silver filled with smooth, amber ale to Lalandra.

Iunna gives a tankard of engraved silver filled with smooth, amber ale to Lalandra.

You say 'What would you have me drink Lord HammerSong....ale.'

You grimace painfully at the thought.

Arvam says 'ALright...to start, ya each toss a card out, and have some flare with it too how ya toss it out'

Lalandra waves happily.

Thror snorts.

Yrom peeks over Forathious' shoulder and whispers some more.

Arvam says 'And I'll start a short story'

You say 'A...vile..concoction.'

Dugruain says 'Neh, yers cannae get a mug of it!'

Lalandra leaves north.

Dugruain glares at Arvam.

Arvam says 'And...the quieter everyone else is...the better this'll go'

You say 'Almost like...elven wine.'

Someone says 'Can't you determine your own drinking habits? Really, some self sufficiency is in order.'

Iunna beams a smile at Vynmylak.

Arvam says '...so..what're you guys waitin for, toss out your cards! On the count of five, got it?'

Dugruain says 'I'm dyin' over her''

Janzi flips her first card up into the air, it flips a few times and lands with the picture of "Garenth" showing.

Arvam says '...or now'

Arvam coughs loudly.

You see a tall, male drow standing before you. His glistening, ebony
skin contrasts sharply with his piercing violet eyes set apart from his
long, aquiline nose. Though his garments are well taken care of and
his possessions seemingly well organized, they show the strain of long
usage and are of strictly utilitarian quality, with unobtrusive dark robes
covering his body, though under them you can faintly see the glint of
burnished steel shining through.
His posture is painfully straight, standing to his fullest height, while
his handsome, cold face betrays little emotion as he regards you calmly.
Dakizar, a sexless dark-elf, is in perfect health.

Forathious throws the card of Lorborguz and it lands with a "thud" on the table.

Yrom peers at the cards.

Dugruain says 'Feh.'

Thror snorts.

Arvam says 'Hoo-kay'

Weathered by age is a short, yet stout demihuman, unbroken to the natural
eye. This dwarf carries himself with a choppy stride, yet his tightly
corded muscles grow taunt as he moved in any particular direction.
Eyes the color of the sea twinkle beneath his low brow, shadowed by fiery
red eyebrows. His forehead is wrinkled, creased as if he is in deep
thought. Locks of reddish hair cascade down his shoulders, twisted into
a finely corded braid that ends just past his broad shoulderblades.
His chest is adorned with an large plate, soot and ash covering it thoroughly.
Upon his short, stubby fingers are twin rings of mithril, still smouldering
with heat. His stocky form looks somewhat bent, as if a large weight
sits on his shoulders. Though this is hidden beneath a facade of pride
and honor that he displays through each movement.

Upon his tightly corded forearms are jagged scars. Each scar just above
the wrist and both appear quite painful looking.
Thror, a male dwarf, is in perfect health.

Thror is using:
a diamond encrusted mithril band
a soot-covered cloak emblazoned with a Singing Hammer
a thick shirt studded with duergar bones
a pair of thick leather leggings with mithril plating
a loincloth
the mighty steel hammer of Thror
the mighty mithril hammer of Thror
a hammer set upon a rune-covered anvil

Dugruain says 'Golds on Ironclaw.'

Arvam says 'Garenth...the Sheperd of the Maran...'

Arvam says 'And the ole tough talkin bandit from your village'

Arvam nods at Thror.

Thror says 'He had some mighty sharp claws.'

Thror snorts.

Forathious says 'Loborguz the iron clawed!'

Forathious gives a cheeky grin.

Igsoeh chuckles to himself at the mention of the Village.

Forathious says 'Shut yer yap filthy assassin!'

Forathious growls.

Thror rises from his chair, staring down Igsoeh.

Qiligoron says 'Yes, now that we've all looked at the cards.'

Qiligoron looks at Arvam.

Arvam says 'So...Garenth is chasin down a fire giant villager fella, ya know...bringin the holy flames to'em...'

You raise your eyebrow at Forathious.

Arvam says 'Heck, he's ever wearin all sorts of arcane robes at that...'

You laugh heartily.

Dugruain chuckles at Arvam's joke.

Forathious growls at you, a low roar rumbling with anger.

You say 'Not even a challenge.'

Arvam says 'Of course...this fire giant ain't as thick as he thought..'

Arvam says 'As ole Iron Clawed has a trap ready....and as soon as Garenth comes to the dried river bed...he lunges!'

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Arvam says 'It's a fierce fight...claws and axes flyin...but it looks like Loborguz takes the early advantage...and set Garenth runnin, bleedin all over'

A wry little smile crosses Thror's face.

Thror boasts proudly.

Arvam says 'Of course...little does Loborguz know one of Garenth's other namesake's...'

Dugruain says 'hurruz!'

Thror says 'Taught em all he knows.'

Arvam whispers 'The Maran of Circle Leadership...'

Forathious hits the table with his fist.

Arvam says 'And off to the desert he goes!'

Qiligoron whistles appreciatively.

Arvam says 'Doin just what he did there so many years ago...runnin in circles...'

Thror grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...

Thror curses beneath his breath.

Arvam says 'Now...dwarves are hearty folks, and Garenth had experience in it..'

Dugruain stifles a chuckle.

Arvam says 'And....the searing heat took it's toll on Loborguz's heavy fur..'

Qiligoron whispers '...running in circles....'

Forathious says 'Bah. The ragers are hearty folk to!'

Forathious grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...

Janzi snickers softly.

Thror says 'Ye!'

You chuckle politely.

You say 'Thats what you think.'

Thror thumps his hammered hand against the bar!

Arvam says 'And upon re-engagin each other, it was Garenth who took the win...'

Forathious smacks you for being such a moron.

Arvam whispers 'One point for Janzi...'

Dugruain sighs.

Qiligoron cheers and sings... he is just BURSTING with joy!

Forathious grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...

Thror threatens Igsoeh, motioning towards him with his hammered hand!

Qiligoron says 'Here's to running in circles!'

Arvam says 'Now ya see? The last time we played this, you got all huffy'

Arvam nods at Thror.

*Yay!* Go Janzi!!! Vynmylak cheers her on.

Thror says 'I'm about te send em through that window 'O'er there!'

Iunna gives a tankard of engraved silver filled with smooth, dark ale to Dugruain.

Dugruain drinks ale from a tankard of engraved silver filled with smooth, dark ale.

Forathious growls angrily at Vynmylak, the low roar rumbling with anger.

Arvam says 'Whoa, wha? Who's goin through a window?'

Dugruain gallantly tips a thick dwarven helmet to Iunna.

Thror says 'Ye'll see his hollow-boned chest cave in!'

Thror motions to Igsoeh.

You laugh heartily.

Thror says 'the flamin' traitor.'

Arvam says 'Alright, come on now, haven't ya broken enough?'

Thror says 'No, I ain't.'

Forathious says 'Aye! Slay the traitor!'

Thror snorts.

Yrom yawns.

You say 'Out of respect for Lord Arvam, I will refrain from the insults.'

Iunna beams a smile at Cassiandora.

Iunna gives a cup of delicate crystal, filled with steaming catmint tea, swirled with honey to Cassiandora.

Cassiandora looks at Forathious.

Thror says 'Yer should respect yer life moreso.'

Cassiandora beams a smile at Iunna.

Thror snorts.

You say 'Forathious, your mouth grows much larger than your Lord, I'd watch it if I were you.'

Dugruain comes to his feet, tucking his beard into his waist.

Arvam says 'Alright...next round...I'll say go..then ya both drop your cards, ready?'

Dugruain sits squarely on a large wooden barrel.

Janzi says 'All right.'

Iunna taps her cheek, obviously deep in thought.

Forathious flips the card of "Karel" onto the table and it hisses as it touches the table.

Arvam says '...go'

Iunna gives a tankard of engraved silver filled with smooth, dark ale to Vynmylak.

Janzi slowly slides her hand out, the card hidden under it, then she quickly flips it over revealing the card with the picture of "Daurywn".

Cassiandora sips from a cup of tea, as she sits down quietly on a stool.

Thror turns back to the game, nudging Dugruain.

Vynmylak drinks ale from a tankard of engraved silver filled with smooth, dark ale.

Iunna holds up one paw.

Iunna leaves west.

Dugruain says 'Whhoooo.'

Forathious snarls angrily.

Arvam says 'Oohh, now here's a battle if I ever saw one...'

Thror yells 'YAR! Killum!'

Forathious says 'Daurwyn ain't no hero!'

Forathious growls.

Dugruain drinks ale from a tankard of engraved silver filled with smooth, dark ale.

Qiligoron says 'Not to you.'

Dugruain drinks ale from a tankard of engraved silver filled with smooth, dark ale.

A wry little smile crosses Qiligoron's face.

Cassiandora drinks tea from a cup of delicate crystal, filled with steaming catmint tea, swirled with honey.

Arvam says 'One'a the meanest bastards the guild of the Anti-paladins ever saw...up against..'

Forathious says '#### footin' so and so he is...'

Yrom says 'It is game. Fantasy.'

Yrom nods at Forathious.

Arvam says 'Uh, Daurwyn is a she...'

Iunna gives a goblet of pure silver, filled with a flavorful drowish wine to Janzi.

You nudge her.

Janzi beams a smile at Iunna.

Forathious says 'Daurwyn a she?'

Janzi drinks water from a water jug.

Janzi drinks wine from a goblet of pure silver, filled with a flavorful drowish wine.

You say 'Some wine for myself as well?'

Forathious says 'Are ye sure?'

Thror taps his cheek, obviously deep in thought.

Nyellonandel musics 'A battle, a nice fight'

Arvam says 'Yeah, ain't you ever seen her?'

Thror says 'Mayhaps like a bearded mage?'

Yrom says 'Story games are slow.'

Thror taps his cheek, obviously deep in thought.

Dugruain says 'Feh.'

Nyellonandel musics 'Then death during the night'

Iunna flattens her ears.

Nyellonandel musics 'A chance for the might'

Cassiandora glances at Nyellonandel.

Arvam requests everyone quiet down. Shhhhhhhhhhh.

Forathious says 'Get it on with it. This fight be stupid anyway. Couple o' magi...'

Arvam says 'It starts out like you'd expect..'

Seeing the humorous events before him, Dugruain chortles loudly.

Arvam says 'Karel is on the warpath...'

Yrom whispers 'They both die?'

Dugruain says 'Crimson scourge!'

Arvam says 'Butcherin everythin in sight....'

Yrom winks at Forathious.

Iunna gives you a goblet of pure silver, filled with a light wine of the finest Arial vintage.

Forathious beams a smile at Yrom.

You nod at Iunna.

Dugruain chuckles at his own joke, since none of you would.

You give Iunna 100 copper.

You say 'I thank you.'

You drink wine from a goblet of pure silver, filled with a light wine of the finest Arial vintage.

Arvam says 'And, well...Daurwyn is doin what she usually does...out just explorin or somethin'

Nyellonandel whispers 'each time I try to sing, soneone isnt happy, fire Im not a good artist, after all. I shall shut up'

Arvam says 'And, welp, she's on his path...and she ain't so ready, so she makes a break for it'

Iunna gives a clean sheet of paper to Arvam.

Dugruain comes to his feet, tucking his beard into his waist.

Thror says 'Cause yer sound like en impaled dog lad.'

Thror snorts.

Arvam gives a clean sheet of paper to Iunna.

Thror says 'Yelpin' en hobblin' around like yer is.'

Thror's antics cause Dugruain to chortle loudly.

Cassiandora giggles with pleasure.

Forathious gives a cheeky grin in Thror's direction.

Forathious grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...

Arvam says 'She's tearin for the Sirine Island...and, well, Karel is thinkin he's got her cornered'

Janzi drinks wine from a goblet of pure silver, filled with a flavorful drowish wine.

Arvam says 'Little does he know...'

Forathious says 'Bloody strange grin...'

Arvam says '..Daurwyn is a she'

Thror snorts and returns to the game of Heroes.

Dugruain sits squarely on a large wooden barrel.

Seeing the humorous events before him, Yrom chortles loudly.

Qiligoron whispers 'Crafty.'

Refusing to yield, Dugruain folds his arms stubbornly.

You say 'Women...'

You mutter quietly to yourself.

Forathious says 'Magi...'

Forathious grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...

Arvam says 'He figures after he's charged her into Sirine, they'll do the rest of his dirty work'

You drink wine from a goblet of pure silver, filled with a light wine of the finest Arial vintage.

Refusing to yield, Thror folds his arms stubbornly.

You say 'Dwarves....'

Thror says 'Wine drinkin' birds.'

Arvam says '..unfortunately...they don't mind ladies there...'

You mutter quietly to yourself.

Thror snorts.

Forathious stands up.

Arvam says 'So...Karel starts makin back to his path....'

Qiligoron chuckles politely.

You say 'Ale soaked gully dwarves....'

Forathious bellows "traitors!"

You snort.

Arvam says 'When suddenly, from the night skies above'

Forathious smacks you for being such a moron.

Arvam says 'A faceless horror lunges upon him!'

Dugruain strokes his blue beard.

Qiligoron shows his approval by clapping his hands together.

A short, stout dwarf stands here with his legs shoulder-width apart. He grips
an axe of fine craftsmanship in his thickly gloves hand. A coat of arms is
masterfuly etched on to its side bearing a pair of crossed axes on a red and
blue shield. The coat of arms is repeated on his shield but much bigger and
more detailed. His face is set in a frown of anger. Piercing blue eyes glare
about wildly. He wears a think iron helmet on his head and firey red hair
spills out from under this. A thick moustache and beard covers half of his
face. His short, thick body is covered by finely crafted chainmail. Over this
he wears a tabard with the same coat of arms. You notice most things he is
wearing are covered in black soot. His boots are muddy and travel stained
and the pack slung over his back looks battered as well.
Forathious, a male dwarf, is in perfect health.

Thror says 'Gaunt-faced, parrot-beaked avians.'

Forathious sits back down.

Thror snorts.

Arvam says 'Tearin at his hace with claws, then yankin him back to where Daurwyn is waitin on the Island..'

Yrom grimaces painfully at the thought.

Arvam says 'And she gets a good laugh when they drag him off to a cell...'

Qiligoron shows his approval by clapping his hands together.

Arvam says 'And Karel, bein a prideful fella, ain't gonna eat any grapes to get out..'

Arvam says 'Another point to Janzi'

Thror nods.

Forathious says 'Bah!'

Qiligoron cheers and sings... he is just BURSTING with joy!

Thror says 'Two outta three eh?'

Forathious says 'Rigged I say!!!!'

Dugruain says 'He wins!'

Thror nods.

Yrom whispers 'Get three points with last card.'

Thror gives Janzi some gold.

Yrom nudges Forathious.

Thror gives Janzi some copper.

Janzi says 'Now who do I play?'

Forathious jumps up on the table.

Dugruain says 'Meh against Igsoeh next!'

Forathious says 'Rigged! They both be magi! Not a real fight!'

Forathious growls.

You chuckle politely.

Janzi says 'Didn't even need Flontinot.'

Qiligoron rolls his eyes, disgusted.

Arvam says 'Aahh, good ole Pokey'

You say 'You'll have to show me how to play Magistrate.'

Forathious kicks a glass of wine off the table and it shatters against the wall.

Eyes glazing over, Vynmylak runs his hands covetously over a small pan.

Dugruain says 'It's easy.'

Arvam gives Vynmylak a crooked smile.

Iunna peers intently at Vynmylak.

Qiligoron says 'He woudl have been led from the forest by cookies I wager.'

Thror grimaces painfully at the thought.

Dugruain says 'Yers jus' playin' th' cards.'

Olin the Innkeeper sighs.

Dugruain says 'An' th' heros fight.'

Yrom says 'Forathious should have asked for real card, instead of pretend "Heroes".'

Forathious growls.

Dugruain comes to his feet, tucking his beard into his waist.

A dwarf bouncer seems to be grumpy... he is grumbling at Forathious.

You tell Dugruain 'We pick the cards?'

Forathious says 'Aye! How can this be bloody heroes if we be usin magi n' magi warriors!'

Dugruain tells you 'Neh, Arvam give''

Janzi says 'You don't take losing too well do you Forathious?'

A dwarf bouncer says 'Yer one'of those roudy ones huh?'

Dugruain says 'I'lls wager 14 gold!'

Iunna concentrates a moment while she carefully writes something on a clean sheet of paper.

You nudge him.

Dugruain gives Thror some gold.

Forathious stamps his foot on the table.

Vynmylak drinks ale from a tankard of engraved silver filled with smooth, dark ale.

Thror nods at Dugruain.

Iunna gives a clean sheet of paper to Arvam.

Iunna blinks innocently at Arvam.

Igsoeh points to Forathious.

Forathious yells 'RIGGED I SAY!!!'

You say 'That one called you ugly.'

Arvam gives a clean sheet of paper to Iunna.

Dugruain says 'Put up, birdboy.'

Dugruain strokes his blue beard.

Qiligoron says 'Forathious has a hard enough time determining gender.'

Thror says 'Hand O'er yer gold chicken-hawk.'

Cassiandora giggles with pleasure.

Thror snorts at you.

Drackondyss looks at Thror.

Forathious smacks Qiligoron for being such a moron.

Janzi says 'What card did you have left Forathious?'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Yrom shambles off.

Yrom leaves north.

Thror says 'Yer wager gold in this bar!'

You say 'How much, and to who?'

Dakizar says 'I suspect Forathious has a hard enough time dressing himself each morn.'

Thror points at himself, obviously very confused.

Forathious says 'Bah..Weren't no warrir so it dosen't matter!!!'

Arvam hands the deck of cards to Iunna to shuffle them.

Thror says '14 gold coins on this bet.'

Forathious grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...

Thror taps his cheek, obviously deep in thought.

You say 'Haven't got it on me.'

Dugruain says 'Feh.'

Janzi says 'Flontinot probably would have taken it anyway.'

Dugruain says 'Debger meok teal'ock weinlief.'

Janzi grins evilly.

Forathious emote jumps off the table onto a chiar which splinters beneath his weight.

You say 'The Magistrate knows I'm good for it.'

Thror grimaces painfully at the thought.

Olin the Innkeeper sighs.

Iunna shuffles the cards deftly - at least deftly for having paws.

Forathious growls.

Dugruain says 'Hims is.'

Thror gives Iunna a crooked smile.

Dugruain says 'If not..'

Cassiandora looks down at Forathious and chuckles.

Forathious says 'What the world be bloody comin' to...'

Dugruain says 'Ills jus' revoke yers Galadon usage.'

Dugruain shrugs indifferently.

Thror says 'Wheel em en deal em!'

Janzi says 'Want a rematch after this Forathious?'

You say 'Perhaps you should learn some of the world first Longbeard.'

Dugruain gets out his warrant scrollbook.

Nyellonandel chuckles politely.

Qiligoron says 'And by some I think he means any.'

Iunna hands the deck back to Arvam.

Forathious leaves the room booting things out of the way and smashing mugs in his rage.

Qiligoron chuckles politely.

Forathious leaves north.

You say 'Finally.'

Dugruain says 'Feh.'

Janzi says 'I want to play the winner of this hand.'

You say 'Thats one of them gone anyways.'

A dwarf bouncer grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...

Dugruain says 'Deal'm up.'

A dwarf bouncer yells 'Damn yer!'

You nod at a dwarf bouncer.

Dugruain drinks ale from a tankard of engraved silver filled with smooth, dark ale.

Dugruain drinks ale from a tankard of engraved silver filled with smooth, dark ale.

You say 'Not you.'

Dugruain drinks ale from a tankard of engraved silver filled with smooth, dark ale.

You drink wine from a goblet of pure silver, filled with a light wine of the finest Arial vintage.

Dugruain says 'Feh.'

Iunna drinks water from a water jug.

Dugruain says ''fore meh get's grey.'

Iunna blinks a few times.

Igsoeh leans back in his chair, pushing on the table with his talons.

Arvam says 'Hey, just hang on'a sec here'

Iunna taps her cheek, obviously deep in thought.

Arvam gives a clean sheet of paper to Iunna.

Dugruain grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...

Dugruain's jaw drops in a gesture of shock and dismay!

Thror peers over Iunna's furred back.

Thror snorts.

You say 'Damned dwarves!'

You say 'Cheating!'

Dugruain says 'Feh.'

Dugruain says 'Mein'gouta furg tol.'

Thror nods at Dugruain.

Thror says 'YE!'

You say 'Trying to fix the deck I say.'

Thror snorts at you.

Thror says 'Hrmf!! Hrmff!'

Refusing to yield, Thror folds his arms stubbornly.

You say 'Don't be angry because you can't fly Lord.'

Thror says 'Yer ken fly all right...'

Arvam says '..Ok, Dugruain'en Igsoeh, right? You're playin?'

Thror says 'Right through that flamin' window if yer want.'

You nod.

Dugruain nods at Arvam.

Igsoeh looks casually at the window, and back at Thror, the starts laughing.

Arvam begins tossing out a few cards.

You say 'Can you even see out of that window Lord?'

Iunna concentrates a moment while she carefully writes something on a clean sheet of paper.

Dugruain says 'An' by th' nine 'ells I's better not be drawin' nae limpwrist'd elfs!'

Janzi whispers 'I have a bad feeling this hand will end early when Igsoeh gets thrown through a window.'

Iunna gives a clean sheet of paper to Arvam.

Arvam tells you '*hands you a card with a picture of Feirhuld on it, the winter wolf of the Glade"'

Thror nods at Janzi.

You grin evilly.

Thror says 'Yer tryin' me patience traitor.'

Someone says 'It's not polite to make height jokes to dwarves. They are.. short tempered, you know.'

You laugh heartily.

Janzi whispers 'Anyone take that bet for 1 gold?'

Dugruain says 'Yers sayin' th' word Thane, I's takin' him to th' brawlin' room.'

Thror says 'I'll wager I ken split his skull in one stroke.'

Arvam tells you 'Oh, remember these now'

Janzi whispers 'No argument there.'

Thror snorts.

Vynmylak closes his eyes and hums for an instant.

You say 'Don't get too uppity Magistrate, remember why everyone wants to know where I am.'

Vynmylak says 'I bet ya 300 gold ya can't'

Vynmylak smirks at Thror's saying.

Arvam tells you '*hands you a card with a picture of Tindarelin, the last of the Black Fingered, on it*'

Dugruain says 'Feh.'

Thror gives Vynmylak a crooked smile.

You mutter quietly to yourself.

You say 'Paladins...'

Dugruain says 'Yers ain't never felt th' searin' heat of th' anvil.'

You mutter quietly to yourself.

Thror says 'I bet...'

Dugruain rolls his eyes in disgust at Arvam.

You say 'Pipe down and play cards.'

Nyellonandel chuckles politely.

Arvam tells you '*hands you a card with a picture of Lokilith, the gargoyle of the chasm on it*'

Dugruain says 'That's meh "hole" card.'

Thror says 'That it'll take twice yer holy wrath te sear his feathers frem his flesh...'

Thror says 'Te my one stroke.'

Arvam says 'Alright, you two got your cards straight?'

Thror says 'I'll shean his head frem his flamin' shoulders.'

You say 'Give me just a moment.'

Dugruain says 'Yeh.'

Thror says '50 gold Paladin.'

Thror nods at Vynmylak.

Vynmylak measures Igsoeh up a bit, and then scratches his beard in contemplation.

Vynmylak says 'Two o' th' wraths, eh?'

Igsoeh shuffles his cards around, looking at one, then at Thror, and chuckles.

Thror nods.

Thror says 'Two.'

Dugruain drinks water from a large wooden barrel.

You say 'Allright, I've got my first one ready.'

Dugruain peers over the top of his cards.

Iunna nudges Arvam.

Arvam says 'Dugruain?'

Vynmylak says 'Alrighty. Ain't nothin' really lost if I don't do it.'

Arvam gives a clean sheet of paper to Iunna.

Dugruain says 'Yeh.'

Vynmylak says 'Just some vile lil' feathers flyin', I guess'

Arvam says 'Alright...when I say go....toss'em out'

Thror nods at Vynmylak.

Arvam says 'Go!'

Iunna concentrates a moment while she carefully writes something on a clean sheet of paper.

Thror says 'Mayhaps I'll wait until he tests my patience again.'

Iunna gives a clean sheet of paper to Arvam.

Thror says 'He's still a wee lad. We'll see if he's half as smart as he should be.'

Arvam beams a smile at Iunna.

Thror peers over Dugruain's shoulder.

Seeing the humorous events before him, Thror chortles loudly.

Arvam gives a clean sheet of paper to Iunna.

Vynmylak nods at Thror.

Iunna hugs Arvam.

Dugruain limply throws a card to the table, Breuno the Hummingbird Healer.

Arvam hugs Iunna.

Iunna shakes her head.

Igsoeh deftly draws a card from his hand and, spinning it in his fingers, brings it to the table, revealing Feirhuld, Winter Wolf of the Glade.

Iunna waves a paw.

Arvam says 'Well now'

Nyellonandel leaves.

Thror snorts.

Thror peers around himself intently.

Arvam says 'This outta be a quick fight...'

Arvam says 'I mean...really'

Seeing the humorous events before him, Dugruain chortles loudly.

Dakizar snickers softly.

Arvam says 'The fierce winter wolf of the wilds? A healer? A dwarven healer? That didn't have a beard?'

You say 'I hope that wasn't your hole card Magistrate.'

You laugh heartily.

Thror grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...

Thror snarls at Dugruain.

Thror says 'Yer chose a beardless dwarf?'

Thror shakes his head in dismay.

Dugruain says 'All in th' plan.'

Arvam says 'And...it seemed like just like that was going to happen.'

Thror snorts.

Arvam says 'The dwarven healer stepped on the wrong flower or somethin'

Thror whispers 'Remin'd me te plan me foot in yer arse.'

Dugruain says 'Feh.'

Dugruain strokes his blue beard.

Arvam says 'And it just brought the rage out of Feirhuld, who turned into his legendary form and began tearin away at her....'

Arvam says 'Now...she was a dwarf now..'

Igsoeh leans back and sips his wine, smirking.

Arvam says 'So she was hearty..and she could keep herself in good shape...'

You drink wine from a goblet of pure silver, filled with a light wine of the finest Arial vintage.

Arvam says 'And it looked...it just looked like she might be able to make somethin happen...outlast the wolf'

Arvam says '..if she hadn't forgotten she was in the Jade Mountains...'

Janzi drinks wine from a goblet of pure silver, filled with a flavorful drowish wine.

You chuckle politely.

Arvam says 'And...well, you see...there's avalanches there...'

You say 'Just like a dwarf.'

Vynmylak sighs softly and shakes his head in dismay.

Arvam says 'And, welp...she wasn't known for bein bright'

You say 'Another dwarven quality.'


You drink wine from a goblet of pure silver, filled with a light wine of the finest Arial vintage.

Thror grits his teeth and fumes with rage.

Dugruain snorts.

Arvam says 'actually, this was just her...she was...somethin else'

Arvam says 'Point for Igsoeh'

You say 'No offense Magistrate.'

Dakizar grins evilly in your direction.

Dugruain says 'Feh.'

Dugruain says 'Okies.'

Dugruain says 'Next.'

Dugruain peers over the top of his cards.

Dugruain says 'Pain's meh, this next one.'

Arvam says 'Alright, go!'

Dugruain slams on the table a card with a picture of Nazgauga, the chieftain of the Grinning Skulls.

Dugruain says 'FOUP!'

Dugruain says 'Debger meok teal'ock weinlief.'

Igsoeh slowly slides Lokilith, the Gargoyle of the Chasm onto the table.

Dugruain laughs at your humorous antics.

Arvam rubs his hands together in greedy anticipation.

Arvam says 'Alright, now here's a fight'

Janzi drinks wine from a goblet of pure silver, filled with a flavorful drowish wine.

Dugruain says 'I's knew yers would use yers best first!'

Arvam says 'None'a that healer on wolf stuff'

Dugruain says 'Feh, acknol 'teron guk.'

Dugruain laughs heartily.

Dakizar creates some plain steel platemail!

Thror's jaw drops in a gesture of shock and dismay!

Arvam says 'Now...Lokilith was perched in Galadon..'

You say 'Go fall fall off of the Tahrils.'

Arvam says 'Watchin...'

Dugruain quiets down, and listens up to Arvam.

Arvam says 'An elf walks by....a rather frail looking one at that'

Arvam says '..and Lokilith see's her chance to strike.'

Lalandra looks at Vynmylak.

Dugruain rubs his hands together in greedy anticipation.

Arvam says 'Lunging from her perch, she leaps upon the poor, seemingly helpess elf...'

Arvam says 'However, much to her surprise...the elf whirls about with remarkable speed, and swings a pair of axes at her'

Igsoeh sips his wine with interest.

You drink wine from a goblet of pure silver, filled with a light wine of the finest Arial vintage.

Arvam says 'The elven form melted away, accentuating the grotesque, distorted orcish features of the form that took its place'

Arvam says 'Now, Lokilith's form was hearty though...'

Lalandra scratches her head with a confused look upon her face.

Arvam says 'Lokilith quickly became a porcupine...thinking she'd outsmart the brute...'

Igsoeh drops his talons from the table and leans forward in his chair.

Dugruain strokes his blue beard.

You mutter quietly to yourself.

Thror says 'Bah!'

Thror says 'Bloody suspense!'

Meiling looks at Thror.

You nod at Meiling.

Arvam says 'Killin ya ain't it?'

Arvam says 'So Lokilith...thinkin she'd get him beat, became a porcupine'

Arvam says 'Sure...a bland tactic'

Arvam says 'But hey, effective'

Dugruain snorts.

Arvam says 'So..Nazgauga knew when to retreat...so he did. But..'

Arvam says 'He was known for bein a clever one...'

Meiling looks at Arvam.

You say 'More like cowardly fled.'

Dugruain says 'Feh'

Dugruain says 'Feh louck're nie sien.'

You say 'Feh louck're nie sien to you to!'

Meiling looks at Janzi.

Thror says 'Cowardice, Betrayal, goes hand en hand no?'

Arvam says 'So...moments later...Lokilith is chasin gads knows what into a swamp...and she steps in somethin..unpleasent'

Dugruain pats you on your head.

Thror nudges Dugruain.

Arvam says 'So...like all drow, she's vain..'

Thror snorts.

Arvam says 'And lookin at her boot, tryin to see whats what..'

Dugruain nods at Thror.

Thror says 'Orc Shat!!'

Arvam says 'When Nazgauga lunges from the shadows...making quick work of Lokilith in her natural form'

Thror starts moaning.

Arvam says 'Point for Dugruain'

Meiling leaves north.

The Nightwalker has left.

Dugruain says 'Oof!'

Throwing back his head, Thror cackles with insane glee!

You say 'Ask your Drillmaster about my...Cowardice Lord.'

Slorn looks at Dakizar.

You say 'Bah.'

Thror peers around himself intently.

Slorn snorts derisively at Dakizar.

Dugruain peers at his last card with a smug grin.

Thror says 'Somethin' belchin' round 'ere?'

You say 'Everyone knows orcs aren't that smart.'

Slorn looks at Thror.

Dugruain says 'Let meh's end this turkeybird now!'

Dugruain wiggles his bottom.

Dugruain peers at his last card with a smug grin.

Slorn looks at Dugruain.

Dugruain says 'Yers ready?'

Igsoeh leans back in his chair again, bracing against the table with his talons.

You nod.

Thror shuffles forward, pushing Arvam aside.

Yrom shambles in from the north.

Dugruain nods at Arvam.

Dugruain says 'Feh.'

Arvam says 'So toss..y'hey!'

Dugruain looks at Thror.

Dakizar whispers 'He drew Ambrose.'

Dugruain slams a simply ordained card with a picture of Armand.

Thror says 'Ready yer cards! Go!'

Dashurrakhan nods at Slorn.

Thror glares at Dugruain.

Thror peers at you intently.

Dugruain snorts.

Throwing back his head, Thror cackles with insane glee!

Meiling leaves north.

Igsoeh casually flips his card onto the table, landing with Tindarelin, Last of the Black Fingered facing up.

Throwing back his head, Thror cackles with insane glee!

Dugruain trys in vain to control a thunderous laugh.

Thror says 'Oh now this'll be somethin''

Dugruain says 'Har!'

You pause to think.

Dugruain points to the cards.

Thror says 'Massive was the figure, two mattocks O' tangled seaweed at his side.'

Thror says 'The wee elf was gracefully makin 'es way through Galadon, tinkerin' with the mayor en the guards'

Thror says 'Sneakin' by em and goosin' em fine Galadon' women.'

Thror says 'tossin' a freezin' cold along the streets O' galadon, '

Thror says 'Long comes this hulkin' giant, all angry en pissed.'

Thror says 'Moanin' en cursin' about bloody wizards.'

Looking amused, Arvam cannot hide a wry smile.

Dugruain drinks water from a large wooden barrel.

Thror says 'Suddenly the city hushes! Silence ...'

Thror says 'As two mattocks go flyin' inte the air.'

Thror says 'En down crashes that blue-skinned giant!'

Vynmylak leaves west.

Thror says 'Right on his flamin' rump!'

Dugruain frowns.

Thror says 'Te make matters worse, one O' those mattocks landed on his...'

Arvam snickers softly.

Thror coughs loudly.

Thror says 'Well...'

Arvam says 'Thats ole Tindy for ya'

You grimace painfully at the thought.

Thror says 'Let's just say he didn't warcry fer the next few days.'

Thror says 'Anyhow...'

Lalandra waves happily.

Seeing the humorous events before him, Dugruain chortles loudly.

Thror says 'He did manage te make his way te sturdy ground, '

Thror says 'en a shame fer the elf, cause the giant was mad...'

Thror says 'Eyes, blood red mad.'

Thror says 'Not seein' straight, not hearin' straight.'

Thror says 'Tossin guards left en right...'

Thror says 'Even managed te pull one o' his iron maces frem his belt.'

Dugruain grins evilly at Thror.

You mutter quietly to yourself.

Thror says 'Last that was heard, was that there was a mangled elf left in the streets O' galadon.'

Thror says 'Arms shattered, ribs broken.'

Thror says 'bleedin' all O'er the place.'

Thror says 'O'er a bloody joke?'

Thror shakes his head in dismay.

Arvam says 'Hrmph'

Thror says 'Sure em proud O' that Armand.'

Throwing back his head, Thror cackles with insane glee!

You say 'Bah.'

Thror says 'Point te Dugruain!'

Dugruain says 'Pay up!'

Thror gives Dugruain some gold.

You nod.

Throwing back his head, Thror cackles with insane glee!

Janzi says 'Up for one more hand Dugruain?'

Thror says 'Ooh ho...'
.
You say 'You'll get your money Magistrate.'

Thror clutches his belly.

Thror says 'Oh..'

Dugruain says 'Yers wanna settles some more in th' brawlin' room?'

Thror shakes his head in dismay.

Thror says 'En elf?'

Arvam says 'Hey, I ain't up for another hand...I think we're done for tonight'

You laugh heartily.

Thror points at you.

Thror says 'Yer pulled en elf?'

Thror shakes his head in dismay.

Arvam says 'Unless...uh..you are gonna shuffle?'

You point at Arvam.

You say 'He gave me one.'

Thror says 'I wouldnae played it'

Janzi says 'I'll just catch you here next time.'

You shrug.

Thror says 'Ah well'

Thror nods at Dugruain.

You say 'More wine before you leave Lord Arvam?'

Thror says 'fine job lad.'

Arvam says 'Oh, sure'

Janzi leaves.

Dugruain nods.

Arvam gives you a goblet of fine crystal, filled to the brim with a deep red wine of the finest Arial vintage.

Dugruain says 'Feh, Igsoeh?'

Seeing the humorous events before him, Thror chortles loudly.

Dugruain says 'Brawl wit' me.'

You say 'Indeed, and whatever drink the Magistrate prefers, on me.'

Arvam says 'Well folks...uh, I should get on my way here...'

Steely-grey eyes, stoic and forlorn peer from a silver visor,
and meet your gaze. Pitch blue, his beard explodes from his
face, interlocking in well kempt braids, which are tightly
tucked into his waist belt, as if to be prepared for fight.
Wide shouldered, his broad bicepts are fiercely chiseled
and would look more at home on some mighty blacksmith of
of the north, rather than this wide-eyed priest. Squat and
far from daint legs thrust from his torso, slightly bowed.
They are thick and fervorly sinewed. His boots are short
and carry the dust of the living rock.
Dugruain, a male dwarf, is in perfect health.

Arvam says '..try not to break much, huh?'

Arvam says 'Oh, right..ale, yeah'

You grimace painfully at the thought.

Thror says 'Not much Arvam.'

Thror says 'Yer see...'

Arvam gives a tankard of stout mithril, filled to the brim with a frothy red ale labeled "Ludan's Stout" to Dugruain.

Arvam gives a tankard of stout mithril, filled to the brim with a frothy red ale labeled "Ludan's Stout" to Thror.

Dugruain drinks ale from a tankard of stout mithril, filled to the brim with a frothy red ale labeled "Ludan's Stout".

Dugruain drinks ale from a tankard of stout mithril, filled to the brim with a frothy red ale labeled "Ludan's Stout".

Arvam says '...yeah, I sure will'

Thror says 'I've got gold wagered on me bet.'

A sly grin on his face, Arvam turns about and leaps up with a quick flap of his wings, fading into nothingness within the blink of an eye.

You lean back and streeeeeettch your arms and legs.

You drink wine from a goblet of fine crystal, filled to the brim with a deep red wine of the finest Arial vintage.

Dugruain says 'Waddya say?'

Dakizar drinks water from a water jug.

Thror says 'That Paladin owes me some flamin' gold'

Thror says 'En I'm te be collectin'

With a savage roar, Thror leaps towards Igsoeh and crushes his hammer against the avian's chest!

With a mighty crash, Igsoeh goes flying through the window!

Within the Sands of Sorrow
Winds swirl and shriek all around you, nearly blinding you with sand. Howls
that sound almost demonic seem to come from all sides. Even your feet are
hard to see as the reddish-brown sands blow and swirl around them. You begin
to wonder if you will ever make your way out of these accursed sands, or if
you will become like so many others, and forgotten, just another victim of
the Sands of Sorrow.


A crazed looking woman charges through the swirling sands towards you.

Man, I never knew you were Merzofzyauhn. You bitch ranked the hell out of my sad ass.

Maybe if your time/etc. turns around we'll see cool characters like that out of you again. And not just because I love me some bitch rankin'!

Merzofzyauhn was one of my most fun characters. I bitch ranked you?! I think I heroed in something like 50 or 60 hours with this guy, so I'm guessing you were one of the warm bodies I dragged with. =) For the life of me I don't remember other characters from Merzofzyauhn's life, just all the Immteraction.

I've enjoyed all my dealings with you, so I can't say I'm pleased with this but if its time its time. Best of luck with everything.

You were easily my favorite imm to have as an empoweree.

You certainly brought a lot to the table with Empire. You were the Yin to my Yang, and though we didn't always see eye to eye, I completely respected your point of view, and you had countless great ideas and additions. Your character list is fantastic, so many of them were memorable to me. Hope all goes well with wherever you go from here.

Take care,
Khasotholas

Thanks for the kind words. Hope all is good with you as well!


-Grurk

Good luck, bubba. It was always a blast losing the eggs and everything else.

Yes it was- You helped me with so many cool things over the past couple years I (and the players) owe you a huge thank you! So thank you!

-Grurk

Based on our conversations, I knew this was coming. Totally know where you're coming from, man, and I understand your decision. I'll miss your presence on the MUD, both from a mortal and Immortal perspective. You had some really, really great characters and interactions, and I'm glad you leave with no regrets - that's key. Always look back on your CF time as time well spent; it is what it is, a game, but the reasons you enjoyed playing it so much are good reasons.

If you ever need a house painted, you know where to find me, man! Kasty always repays his debts! I can't tell you how much I appreciated the time you spent, turning an amazingly boring job into something that almost approached fun. It was cool getting to know you; you're a good person.

Take care, good luck with your current and future endeavors. I wish you much success and happiness in life - keep in touch.

Mike

Kastellyn the Devourer of Magic, Lord of Legends

Well what can I tell you all, Kasty is Tom Cruise- Only he plays CF and isn't (all that) crazy. =)

Don't be surprised when I give you a ring and tell you to meet me on Coronado Island for that beer you owe me.

-Grurk

I wasn't sure if me trying to talk you out of deleting a few months back was going to work or not. Obviously not.

I don't know all of what happened to you in RL, but I gather it's largely a lot of not good. I hope things look up for you soon, buddy!

I wasn't around for much of your time on CF, but from everything I saw you were a great solid contributor. So for that, thanks!

Actually, life is pretty good.

Great job, great friends, etc etc.. I've had a couple deaths in the family since Sept of last year, but that's just a part of getting older.

There comes a time when hanging out with a friend, or having a BBQ, or going camping outweigh the need to log in and interact with followers or work on that next big project. That time had come. Like I said, no regrets, it was a fun ride. Thanks for the concern and kind words though. You were very cool to get to know, what little time our paths crossed.

-Grurk

I either loved your characters, or hated them. Oddly, being in different or the same cabals usually had very little bearing on it, since there were times when you were an enemy and I thought you were great and times where you were in the same cabal and I utterly loathed you.

This says a lot about you as a player, and it's a good thing. I couldn't just pick your character out and say "Thats him", it was always something different.

CF will miss you.

Thanks for the compliments. Means a lot coming from you, given your usual opinions on Imm's. =) (I mean that in a nice way!)

Very few really irk me, but I can be kind of vocal about those few.

I'll be honest, Grurk as a mortal bugged the #### out of me in all kinds of icky ways. When I saw that you had imm'd I made a bit of a stink. I think I feel pretty comfortable in saying this was one of those times when I was wrong. You did a good job overseeing the cabal with the time you had available, and were a kickass imm all around.

thats all I can really say is Wow. After looking over your char list I cant help but echo the masses, You will be missed and you have done so much for CF. Thank you for all our interactions with soooo many chars. From morts to imm's your chars have seemingly always held a presence or a conflict with many of mine. Your ragers were impressive and well your other chars were nothing less. Its that time I guess though as you said to the others that your more intrested in other things. So with that Farewell, Good luck and again... Thank you.


oh, and I am pissed I didnt get a rematch with Grurk after I heroed and so on. I also had plans to interact with you as some point during this chars life but I will work it another direction some how.

Oh and Marmaanth was cool as hell during that session you came down on me for the tribunal stuff Imm liches are scary to talk with even if you are the leader of battle

Good luck.


p.s. If kasty is the Tom Cruise of CF I am the Brad Pitt hahaha

Heh, that was a fun tradition offering a fight to all the mortal leaders of Battle. The way Grurk saw it, HE was the best Blade in Thera. What better way than to prove that, than by testing that against what was supposed to be the best mortal warrior in Thera. I'm sorry to all the battle commanders who accidentally died in the interactions, and damn you the one commander who actually bested me! I'll let you guys figure out who that was.


-Grurk

That time I got stuck and faught you for the right to be set free ?

nt

I've had some great fun with you over the past years. From my first Grurk Druid, Karrel, to Draktel, you made my interactions fun...and hard. I'm glad that things are going well for you. Anyway, you were always solid, and I appreciated your roleplay in every manner you were about.

Thanks for the tattoos, fun, and backing me for imming.

All the best from MI,

Aaron aka Minyar

I really enjoyed all your characters. Karrel was one of the first really successful followers of Grurk's religions. He also proved my point that just because I was an Empire IMM, didn't mean people outside that box couldn't follow him.

Draktel was just as cool because let's face... Grurk's religion didn't lend itself to Imperial roleplay or behavior. You pulled it off perfectly, even if I did have to smack you around once or twice. =)

All the best back at you.

-Grurk

I always wonder about these things. I know it could have the chance to do something like a volley. I always got frustrated as Draktel because it never worked on a neuro.

Never know when this stuff will be recycled in one for or another, but generally speaking... yes it had a chance to volley opening spells/communes/cabal powers. It did a few other things, which I won't mention. =)


As for Marm's tat, only a couple people ever had it, but I'm most proud of the idea I had for that one... It's power had no upper limit- based on a number the code keeps tracking how good of a group leader you are.
Of course what it actually did is lost to history. =)

-Grurk

nt

Been a pleasure. Both playing beside/against you as mortals, to working aside you in Asgaard.
Your humor, insight and input into the work of CF will be missed.
Good luck, and stop on by now and again.

Hey, just wanted to say thanks for that little interaction on the Mount with Grurk when I was helping some younger Villagers rank. The mistaken identity was quite funny, and the duel after was great. Only got to talk to you once up here, but I'll say that I thought you were a really great guy. Thanks for the warm welcome(and all the steaks)! Here's hoping you continue to have an enjoyable life.