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Cirath

Beer:
Olde Towne (a local brew. the plant is about 10 blocks from my place)

Liquor:
Burbon (preferably Wild Turkey) on the rocks

Cirath

I remember! (sure, I've been gone longer than you, but still!) If you need a hand with the whole dying and letting Eza eat your skull, I'd be happy to help.

Cirath

Eilistraee wrote: Also, apparently across the sea also falls into the 'North of the Trident' book which is due out soon after.

Define "soon." If I have to wait another three years between books, I am going to start murdering puppies until the problem is rectified.

Cirath

I knew Tida was into the freaky stuff.

Cirath

Unfortunately I overslept, and missed out again. A pity, and I appologize if I was expected and caused any problems.

Cirath

Urge to stab rising...

Cirath

To be honest, the next RP-Quest campaign is what I am waiting on to come back.

That should provide them with enough incentive to get something started! *nod me*

Cirath

Elves justify their evil by claiming all other races are beneath them, and so killing them is not evil. Must be nice.

Cirath

If I rush you can I expect to be bashed verbally in the comic? Or even better, bashed with a sack full of dead cats.

Cirath

Lergin (Maxler), for introducing me to the game, all those years ago. Drix, for showing me how to play it. Jensyth, Thuraneer, and Hastrom, for bumbling through those first few years with me. Delmair and Lyron, for showing me that APs were great, even when they sucked. Yayaril, for showing me that r...

Cirath

Author's note: I meant to post this at least a month ago, but life has been doing horrible, unspeakable things to me that would turn even Cirath's evil little stomach. With that said, on with the show. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- His hand tr...

Cirath

I fully support this product and/or service.

Cirath

Don't forget that justice mobs see through disguise and hide.

Cirath

“You know this creature?” the Warden growled. “You were the one crawling through my mind. Shouldn’t you know the answer to that?” Cirath replied. The Warden stared at the weak, frightened mortal that stood only a dozen paces from him. She was facing the inn, but with the air of a scared rabbit about...

Cirath

Author's note: I hadn't intended it to take as long as it did to finish this up, but better late than never. Thanks to Lilira and Sotana for their help orchestrating everything. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It had taken most of the night, ...

Cirath

I am a bit confused, Kane. Are you saying that because you died and lost some exp, that the RP folks were out to get you? Do you feel the same way when you die in a zone? (I would bet my life your response is "No, because I have a chance for getting eq in a zone.") I honestly dont know what death yo...

Cirath

His patience had paid off. Luskan was a foul pit of human waste confined within stone walls. It was the perfect place to acquire hosts. Knowing that his preferred method would simply alert the city to his presence and nature, eventually leading to a battle he could not hope to win, he had once again...

Cirath

The road had been clear for miles, no farms, villages, or any other signs of civilization to be seen. So far, the trip had been fruitless. Though the number of corpses he had left strewn in his path should have been satisfying, he had begun this trek in search of hosts, and so far had turned up noth...

Cirath

It had been days since he had left Waterdeep behind him, and with it all danger that he might be kept from completing his task. He had only passed a couple of small hamlets and one lone farm so far, and the pickings had been slim to say the least. Not finding any suitable hosts, he simply laid waste...

Cirath

We had people joining in pretty regularly up until the last couple of weeks. You don't have to get in on the ground floor, you just have to put a little effort into it. Think of it as inflicting yourself on others, it works for me.

Cirath

Camon yawned as he walked the evening streets of Waterdeep, near the north gates. It was the same beat he had walked for fifteen years now. Most of the citizens in the area knew his name, and offered a friendly word as he passed. His life in the city guard had been deeply rewarding. He served the pe...

Cirath

The backlash was even more extreme than Cirath had expected. He knew the Warden, that was what he had taken to calling the creature that held him in this limbo, would strike back. He had been expecting the pain, but he wasn’t really ready for it. He wanted to scream, wanted to tear at his flesh and ...

Cirath

The journey did not take long. It’s amazing the distance you can cover when you don’t have to sleep, or stop. The miles melted away as he closed in on his first stop: Waterdeep. He knew this would be the most difficult of the places on his route. There were those that knew of him there, and they lik...

Cirath

The last of the three awoke. The vessel it wore had been a beautiful young woman he had found drawing water at a well in one of the villages he had passed on the way here. She, like the other two, had something different in her scent. The mind of the old self noticed the red eyes, the tear stained c...

Cirath

The pain had subsided again, at least to a tolerable level. It no longer clouded his thoughts and blurred out all other sensations, not that there was much more to this place than that. Wherever he was, it was empty. Not the simple emptiness of a dry well, or a beggar’s purse, no, this was a hollown...

Cirath

Nothing grew here. There was no singing of crickets, no chirp of birds or rustle of small animals in the dead, brown grass. It was as if all life had fled from the place, afraid of what had taken up residence there. It smelled clean. The worn, decrepit stone building that stood in the center of the ...

Cirath

It's a shame I wrote myself out.

Cirath

The fire had died to embers. The smell of roasting meat was fading. The stripped deer carcass lay in the coals, smoldering still. It had been the first time he had eaten since he had awakened, and he had been ravenous. Whatever force he had used to heal himself had drained him completely, burning fa...

Cirath

The smoke swirled around him as he stood in the doorway, watching the flames grow with frightening speed. There were shrieks of horror coming from the second floor, the children and their mother trapped on that floor, the rest of the building a swiftly growing inferno. The flames reached toward him,...

Cirath

I don't like to think of the dark times before Toril. They were full of smurfs and jimmy hindrix monsters, and other such nonsense... all 6 weeks of them. Besides, I can't remember last week, much less a decade ago.

*wanders off, rambling like an old geezer should*

Cirath

The room smelled of death. It smelled familiar. It smelled right. The one that was Cirath took in the barroom around him, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. The bodies had been properly arranged, the message left. He flexed his right hand, and realized that he was still holding something. Looking...

Cirath

Author's note: Teflor's post "Silence" should be read before this. It is the set up. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Magic. He hated magic. That was the last thought he had before the pain came. Not the pain of a normal wound, that was something f...

Cirath

Hell, if I can disguise as a halfling...

Cirath

But the unknown can be immortalized, and then, in turn, fade once more into anonymity when the evidence of their fame is erased. Probably not the immortality you were refering to, but still...

Cirath

This point pretty much would only effect RP, but I felt like mentioning it anyway. As it stands right now, disguise is a wonderful skill, but I have one beef with it: it is to easy to see through. It was brought to my attention that some means of seeing through it is necisary, in order to prevent ab...

Cirath

or perhaps with anonymity?

Cirath

Would it be enough? Cirath rolled that question over in his mind as he walked. The information he had given the alliance was old, certainly. He had probably held it to long. Gurns had mentioned that most of it had been provided by another source, though he had been surprised that Thak was a player i...

Cirath

ooc: Remember, kids, disfigurement is the gift that keeps on giving! /ooc

I am waiting, Lahgen. Just remember, your intentions, wrought of anger and shame, are my lifestyle. I may yet leave another set of mutt ears laying about, this time with the head still attached.

Cirath

Author's Note: The following was co-written by Lilira, who did an excelent job, both with the story, and the RP that led up to it. That is why it shifts back and forth between the two character's perspectives. Now, on with the show. -------------------------------------------------------------------...

Cirath

Cirath sat on the edge of the small bed, naked, staring at the glowing coals that still smoldered in the little stone hearth. They did little to illuminate the room, but between their orange radiance and the slivery light of the moon pouring in through the only, window behind him he could see well e...

Cirath

Well, Lirela, since you asked:

Why would I leave evidence implicating myself _tied_ to a corpse? Why would I then not take credit for a kill if I did? Finally, and perhaps most importantly, what was in it for me?

Cirath

And now she is the nicest corpse in Faerun. It is nice to see that someone else has realized how thick you all are. Well, if it's a hunt you want...

Cirath

I love opportunities to say "I told you so"

Cirath

Perhaps you didn't notice that your primary source of information is a _halfling_. They were made short for a reason: they are easier to ignore that way.

(Seriously though, loved the post.)

Cirath

He watched from a dark corner after leaving the girl cowering in the street. He was almost certain she wasn’t telling the truth, though her fear was real enough. It didn’t matter though. The truth isn’t what he wanted, not at the moment at least, her fear was. Fear is a useful tool, it makes people ...

Cirath

It should be noted that yours is the race that is dying off due to low birth rate. But then, perhaps that's why so many mutts are running around, because elves can't stomach each other enough to breed.

Not that I am complaining. A good war will thin the ranks nicely.

Cirath

Yes, Lilira, I find that most people with a price on their head dislike my choice of passtimes.

Cirath

Ah, finally, things are getting interesting.

Cirath

Can't go wrong with bourbon on the rocks.

Cirath

Bravo. Finally a ranger worth knowing!

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