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Fey? Did you perhaps mean Fell?
In any event, unless something happens to stop her, Heulwen will continue to follow Aswad's tracks until she finds him.
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#2852
5th of July, 2008, 02:51
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No, I meant fey, but not in the classical D&D sense of the word.
BP and J are up next in the updates. Should be done shortly.
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#2853
21st of July, 2008, 10:25
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Alas...poor Aswad. I knew him Horatio...
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#2855
2nd of August, 2008, 05:58
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So, not that things are moving terribly quickly but I'm leaving for vacation soon and I won't be back until August 10th.
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#2856
15th of August, 2008, 17:25
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I live!
Although i don't know how Aswad feels about being rescued by a little girl who one-shotted the thing I spent tens of seconds beating on...
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#2857
16th of August, 2008, 00:28
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How about "grateful"?
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#2858
16th of August, 2008, 01:22
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Oh come on... where's the angst in that?
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#2859
16th of August, 2008, 02:33
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AND the little girl slaps him! That's... awesome.
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#2860
16th of August, 2008, 03:06
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Little girl... Hmmph!
Heulwen may be the oldest PC left (Alenia's age isn't on her character sheet).
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Physics is like sex. Sometimes it yields practical results, but that's not why we do it. -Richard Feynman
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#2861
17th of August, 2008, 03:35
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well...you ARE little....and you ARE a girl.
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#2862
17th of August, 2008, 03:37
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When you get a sec Cad i'll need to know how many (or how few) WP/VP I have. Right now i'm assuming that i'm barely conscious.
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#2863
7th of October, 2008, 14:50
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That speaks volumes. My friends, it's about time that I pulled the plug on Deadwatch. I do this with a heavy heart, but it's all too apparent that I can't do justice to your efforts or the game as a whole when we go months without any updates. It is for no lack of desire, and certainly for no lack of respect for each of you, but it is instead something that seems to be beyond my ability at this time. I've come to love each of the personalities you've played. They have breathed life into this bleak world, and I'll miss each of them: Lyr, Aleina, Feyd, Aashya, Aswad, Heulwen, Rhotha'ah, Dun, and even Elennir. It has truly been a privilege to work with each of you--I cannot say this enough. I feel blessed to have had the caliber of colleagues to work with on this story, and I grieve for having to let Deadwatch slip into the dark, but it's the right decision. By no means is this an indicator that I'm retiring from the ORC, it's just the realization that I don't have what it takes to run a game right now. I could wax philosophic about how this came to be and what I need to change, but I'll keep it short. You all have been fantastic, and I could not have wished for a better set of players. Thank you for all of your effort and patience. If there are any loose ends about the story you'd like to know about, feel free to ask.
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#2864
8th of October, 2008, 02:57
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Now cracks a noble heart . . .
I suppose I can't say I didn't have a feeling it was coming, but I am greatly saddened nonetheless. Cad, it was a great game - in no small part due to the effort you put into each and every post. I've loved playing in this game with all of you. Now I'm going get drunk and sing "Somewhere over the rainbow".
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#2865
8th of October, 2008, 03:07
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If only time was a salable commodity.
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Physics is like sex. Sometimes it yields practical results, but that's not why we do it. -Richard Feynman
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#2866
8th of October, 2008, 06:44
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Khaaaaaaaaan!
This may have come up in-game, but I've only been skimming since I left... whatever happened to Lyr? Was he eaten by Fell? He was eaten by Fell, wasn't he? They just yummed up his tenders. Made sweetmeats of his sweetbreads. Made vittles of his vitals. Didn't they? Didn't they?!
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#2867
8th of October, 2008, 10:50
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Now I'm sad. Its like a dark, angst-filled part of my soul is just...gone
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#2868
10th of October, 2008, 04:09
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I'm sorry to see the game end also.
Um, there are a ton of loose ends that I'd like to know about. Where do I start? I think you should just explain everything to us. Start with the Pumpkin Heads.
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#2869
10th of October, 2008, 05:35
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Yeah, there's a bunch of stuff I'm curious about: Lucien, the Hound, Soradur's connection to Aashya, the mystery of Dura Aben, Lyr, the crazy hermit we've been tracking, the charred Fell . . .
And that's just what I can remember off the top of my head.
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#2870
10th of October, 2008, 06:11
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Geez, I'd almost forgotten about the Hound. Yes, I think that Cad should just write out the whole story from beginning to end for us. We want ALL the details. That won't be a problem, will it?
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#2871
10th of October, 2008, 06:17
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Only if we want it any time soon.
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Physics is like sex. Sometimes it yields practical results, but that's not why we do it. -Richard Feynman
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#2872
23rd of October, 2008, 15:32
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The Charred Fell
Loruk's retelling was mostly accurate. A number of townsmen were cuckolded by a legate years earlier during the mysterious construction of a church within the middle of the woods. The men of Fairbrook rose up against him and were cursed with the legate's dying breath. As they died in the fire that gutted and ruined the church, they rose again as scorched, lecherous fell. Their torment was to roam the forest, looking for brides for the fallen legate. What Happened to Lyr Lyr set off into the forest to find Aleina and the others to spread word of what he'd found in the barn. Along the way he met someone else though. Someone beautiful, far too beautiful to be of this world. She made even Aleina look like a plain farmhand. The magic pulsing through her veins struck a chord that reverberated through his soul. It fueled a yearning that left him powerless. Without a second thought he followed her deeper into the woods. Dura Abben Dura never made it beyond Fairbrook. He rose one night, still feeling as if a dream, and walked beneath the shadowy boughs. It was there that he met Lyr's enchantress. He listened to her web of lies and sweet promises and abandoned his wife and son. His shack, or what remains of it, still stands. More to follow.
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#2873
28th of January, 2009, 01:47
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The Woman of the Woods
Her name is Belle and she has spent the last several thousand years growing increasingly mad. Izrador's fall poisoned the land and it affects those that are most closely connected to it first. For a long time she had been content luring young men into the depths with sweet words and fluttering lashes. She murdered each of them. Some hanged, some drowned, some had their throats cut. This all changed with the charred fell. They let her punish the humans in new ways. Pumpkin Head A magic construct created by Belle to spy upon the village. She is loathe to leave the boughs of her home these days. Possesses a crude, but cunning, intellect and delights in fire. The Hanged Figures Cude representations of the characters created by Dura Abben.
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