Stopping the images...

[thalion]

A stocky figure kneels at the shore, head down... a quiet prayer to the Flame is heard between the lapping of the waves upon the wreckage. "Gone, all gone, everyone one of em." There where many on the boat but the vision of those two Halflings near the bow of the ship struggling to hold on as it buffeted back and forth replays over and over again in his minds eye. Gruft raises his head and stands forcing the image of those two small frames being blown off the deck and into the sea to finally stop.

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== Join the story Dec 4th! ==

New Medium Roleplay Static Team Thur P.S.T.

[branmakmuffin]

A stocky figure kneels at the shore, head down... a quiet prayer to the Flame is heard between the lapping of the waves upon the wreckage. "Gone, all gone, everyone one of em." There where many on the boat but the vision of those two Halflings near the bow of the ship struggling to hold on as it buffeted back and forth replays over and over again in his minds eye. Gruft raises his head and stands forcing the image of those two small frames being blown off the deck and into the sea to finally stop.

"Hey, you made it, too, I see."

[DelScorcho]

"Hey, you made it, too, I see."

All of a sudden, a cr .0000001 kobald charges out of the shadows and pwns all of the role players. As the last one fell, I heard these words

"I promised you, dad, not to do the things you've done.
I'll walk away from trouble when I can.
Now please dont think Im weak, I didnt turn the other cheek,
papa, I sure hope you understand:
Sometimes you gotta fight when youre a man."

[thatguy]

All of a sudden, a cr .0000001 kobald charges out of the shadows and pwns all of the role players.

The kobolds check the pockets of the fallen hero's for cash. Finding some, they go to the nearest watering hole to regale the locals of stories of heroism in battle. Having proof from the recent battle with the role players, the crowd gasps in amazement.

[Manling]

"A lonely fisherman offers the haggard survivor a much need drink. He guzzles down the heady liquid with abondon-"what fine drink is this?" he asks. "Kool-aid" the man replies as Gruft convulses and slumps dead to the ground. As the man walks away, a huge grin spreading on his face, he mumbles, " a thought we told you rp'ers to pound salt"

Lead

[thatguy]

"A lonely fisherman offers the haggard survivor a much need drink. He guzzles down the heady liquid with abondon-"what fine drink is this?" he asks. "Kool-aid" the man replies as Gruft convulses and slumps dead to the ground. As the man walks away, a huge grin spreading on his face, he mumbles, " a thought we told you rp'ers to pound salt"

Lead

I could just cry, such tenderness.

[ShaeNightbird]

The tiny halfling girl hides unnoticed, behind the cold rocks near the shore. She watches from the shadows and sees it all; The silly little kobolds, their slavemasters with grandiose illusions of superiority, the foolish fisherfolk, and she laughs. "I knew they'd come!" She snickers, with undisguised delight. "More mindless amusement!"

[Dexxaan]

All of a sudden, a cr .0000001 kobald charges out of the shadows and pwns all of the role players.

ROFL - Classic.

[Giacomo]

The kobolds check the pockets of the fallen hero's for cash. Finding some, they go to the nearest watering hole to regale the locals of stories of heroism in battle. Having proof from the recent battle with the role players, the crowd gasps in amazement.

Outside the tavern, the Halfling Rogue cleans the rusty Rapier. "Oh to have the means to improve this lowly weapon".

Taking a swing with the blade, the nearby barrel explodes, it's contents, 32 silver pieces.

Attempting to pick then up, The Rogue is given a notice the coins are "blocked" and no matter where she stands it is useless, Still blocked and still penniless, she screams,

"**** You Devs, **** You"

[Manling]

"As Skully was assessing his catch of the day on the dock, he surveyed his success. Strung up, gutted and and bleeding on the warf were three enormous creatures of the deep and one miniscule, broken mess. 'What is that little thing there?' queried his fellow angler. 'Ah, that one! Spied it behind a rock, gaffed it with a hook and threw it in the cooler', replied Skully. He sighed, sadly, 'Rp hunting season is almost over' .............He sipped his beer as he thoughtfully traced out his new halfling skin boots on the newest trophy.

Lead

[DelScorcho]

Delscorcho walks into Sully's tavern.

"Good afternoon everyone."

"Del!", the bar patrons loudly exclaim.

Sully says, "Whats going on Mr. Scorcho?"

Delscorcho replies, "I'm more concerned with whats going in Mr. Scorcho. Beer please."

Delscorcho sits next to an ugly, loathsome dwarven cleric.

"Nice boots, Leadbelly. Whats with the big yellow stripe on the back?" he asks.

Leadbelly looks at his feet. He reaches down, and runs his index finger over the big yellow streak on the back of the boots. He then licks his index finger.

"Oh, thats not a stripe. That is just a stream of urine that this halfling made when he saw a Kobald."

Delscorcho nods at Leadbelly, glad he didn't ask about the brown stain on the sole of the boot.

[thatguy]

Delscorcho walks into Sully's tavern.

"Good afternoon everyone."

"Del!", the bar patrons loudly exclaim.

Sully says, "Whats going on Mr. Scorcho?"

Delscorcho replies, "I'm more concerned with whats going in Mr. Scorcho. Beer please."

Delscorcho sits next to an ugly, loathsome dwarven cleric.

"Nice boots, Leadbelly. Whats with the big yellow stripe on the back?" he asks.

Leadbelly looks at his feet. He reaches down, and runs his index finger over the big yellow streak on the back of the boots. He then licks his index finger.

"Oh, thats not a stripe. That is just a stream of urine that this halfling made when he saw a Kobald."

Delscorcho nods at Leadbelly, glad he didn't ask about the brown stain on the sole of the boot.

After 16 beers and 4 shots of tequila, Del turns to ugly loathsome cleric and says with a burp, your a gorgeous dwarf. How much would it cost for me to have my way with you? The cleric, surprised but none the less flattered, thinks about this for a moment and says "I noticed you when you came in. You were headstrong and cocksure, I am flattered at your request but I must decline". With that, Del whips out his black book and thumbs through the pages.....

[thalion]

*Glances over to the Sarlona Forums* and is amazed how much fun some non-roleplayers are having Roleplaying on the thread....

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The Dedicated Teams Guild is made up of like-minded individuals that get together to adventure regularly under the rules of their Team Lead (A Guild Officer), each team has slightly different guidelines and we also have nonRP teams available.

[DelScorcho]

After 16 beers and 4 shots of tequila, Del turns to ugly loathsome cleric and says with a burp, your a gorgeous dwarf. How much would it cost for me to have my way with you? The cleric, surprised but none the less flattered, thinks about this for a moment and says "I noticed you when you came in. You were headstrong and cocksure, I am flattered at your request but I must decline". With that, Del whips out his black book and thumbs through the pages.....

DelScorcho replies to the beautiful dwarven lady at the bar, "When I came in, I was headsure and, wait hold that thought."

Delscorcho stumbles from the bar and almost trips over his adventurer's pack. Reaching inside, he pulls out a pair of goggles. He places them on his eyes, thinking the Rayban look would help with this particular dwarf. As the true seeing takes effect, he glances at the loathsome dwarven cleric at the bar.

As he screams in terror, he pulls out his two greensteel Khopeshes and runs to Sully. "**** you and your beer goggles! **** you to hell" And with that, he swings his Khopeshes.

[Dexxaan]

Del.... you are a natural.

Time to meet up with Bran & Co.?

[DelScorcho]

Del.... you are a natural.

Time to meet up with Bran & Co.?

It wouldn't work. Bran would get a powerleveling penalty of -100% xp for running with any of my toons, regardless of character level. And I would get the much more serious penalty of running with Bran ...

[branmakmuffin]

It wouldn't work. Bran would get a powerleveling penalty of -100% xp for running with any of my toons, regardless of character level. And I would get the much more serious penalty of running with Bran ...

What, you're not up for Home Sweet Sewer on Elite?

Actually, it'd never work. No one is a blond dressed like a cheerleader.

Unless you're into that.

[ShaeNightbird]

What, you're not up for Home Sweet Sewer on Elite?

Actually, it'd never work. No one is a blond dressed like a cheerleader.

Well, he might be, no one's posted a pic of that yet...

[ShaeNightbird]

Inside every power gamer there's an Rp-er clawing their way to the surface.

[Bekki]

A stocky figure kneels at the shore, head down... a quiet prayer to the Flame is heard between the lapping of the waves upon the wreckage. "Gone, all gone, everyone one of em." There where many on the boat but the vision of those two Halflings near the bow of the ship struggling to hold on as it buffeted back and forth replays over and over again in his minds eye. Gruft raises his head and stands forcing the image of those two small frames being blown off the deck and into the sea to finally stop.

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== Join the story Dec 4th! ==

New Medium Roleplay Static Team Thur P.S.T.

*As she lay there half buried; and half under the freezing water amid the wreckage…
Her mind drifted in and out of consciousness... Was it a dream? Was it real?
She could hear the barely audible words drifting on the air…
as she heard the Words....of a Prayer?
She lay their under the wreckage and struggled to regain consciousness…
*her mind drifted back....and As it did, her heart sank.... she fought the memories
even as they came back to her unbidden...

Winds Thrashed the Deck! And She struggled with Tuckerby to reign in the aft lines ....

They are thrown about the Deck wildly as they Struggled with the Rear sails…

Rear Main sail finally down, she and Tuckerby charge to the front of the ship!

He grabs up the bow lines and throws them to her and rushes with their friend
fight on with another as they struggle to try to drop the jib!
As She and another of her friends Take up the tossed ropes and fight the bow lines!
Just then as Peniafrancia hears cries for help from a dwarf
on the deck for help to drop the top sail.... she sees it!

A HUGE white wing crosses the Deck! SMASHING the Front of the Ship!
Jib sail included! In Horror Penny cries out! "TUUUUUuuuuCCccKKkeRRrrrbbbbyyyyy!!!!"

But it is too late, her husband and True love is gone…

She fights on as the unnatural storm rages on! How could this be!
The storm cam out of NOWHERE! And With NO Warning! How could it be?

Then it becomes clear… yes, that must be it; as her worst fears are realized!
She had only heard of them in Stories, but here it was ...for Real.
On her Halfling blood helped her to resist the overwhelming fear that clutched her heart!
Several more times he sees the Dragon Cross the Decks and Always with Disaster in its wake…
As she and her friend fought on and they were about to get the bow lines secure
She began to think “We might actually get out of this ali….

And suddenly... Penny’s world... went black.


*Again she hears the words drifting in an out....

"...........By the glory of the silver flame.......May their Souls Find the peace.....

......Amen."

* She struggles out of the wreckage to see one of the Dwarves from the ship…
*with the fleeting hope that Tuck may yet be alive she asks a question
she was not sure she really wanted an answer to…

“Are we the only ones?”

And at the grim expression of the dwarf as he looks at her, she knows…

The answer…is…yes.


and Penny... cries…