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Blizzardeus - Part 11 |
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May 17th, 2002 |
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Our Ranger hero sat on a small rock in the dark fungus filled cave. How this could qualify as a Grove was a mystery to Blizzardeus, but the experience he was gaining was simply incredible. Time seemed to fly without the sun, dark nights seemed to run back to back as hordes of mushrooms were brough |
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Alternate Advancment |
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May 20th, 2002 |
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Well nobody seems interested in my previous posting idea so here is a new one which recently inspired me. What about alternate advancement skills. What skills are needed in order to fill out any gaps that exist at present. An example would be the beastlords who have no unique class specific skills. |
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option to rate posts to the top |
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May 21st, 2002 |
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I was searching for Naggy raid info a day ago and i have noticed a lot of really good information gets buried by all the tripe dross and unrelated stuff as well as the flamers.
Would it be possible to set a top option on posts so the really useful stuff stay top paged as well as the non useful st |
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hooray! |
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May 22nd, 2002 |
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/dance /dance /dance
Pleased ta meetcha! Both you and your journal are short and sweet! It is a pleasure to read.
Cheers, |
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RE: Mote: Behind the Scenes |
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May 22nd, 2002 |
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It would be very enjoyable to get to know such a colorful group of adventurers through a series of tales, tall or otherwise. This really rocks! Great idea!
Your friend, |
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thanks |
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May 22nd, 2002 |
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Thanks to both of you for takeing intrest in a little journal such as mine. I have read both of yours (though not compleatly yet) and you are both good writers. My dad would be proud of me if I ever become half the writers you both are. Though I supposed I become half the writer that both of you |
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Green room |
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May 22nd, 2002 |
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We woke up ready for another day in Black Burrow. We headed in deeper today. We heard of a green room where the gnoll elite liked to hide. Once we got there we found out Urzl couldn’t fit in the door. Hehe, looks like he ate to many of his own wolf sandwiches. We couldn’t hu |
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Blizzardeus - Part 12 |
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May 25th, 2002 |
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In the far south of Timorous Deep in the hidden oasis....
The bridge creaked under the weight of armored combatants and the air crackled with focusing mana...
A Halfling Druid bounded forward down the sandy beach...
Blizzardeus tilted his chin down and gritted his teeth against the violent |
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Blizzardeus - Part 13 (Epic Chronicles) |
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May 26th, 2002 |
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The detail of the Dread Lands faded in slowly as the wall of mana from the Druids Teleport spell melted away. Blizzardeus ran past the ancient Combine structures and up through the tunnel of ice. The Ranger bobbed from his levitation spell, an instant later he was shrouded in his best camoflage an |
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To Lower Guk and back.... |
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May 27th, 2002 |
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Outside the cave mouth I can make out Norrath in all her glory. Its strange I don’t often visit the moon but when I do my breath is taken away each time I look back up at my homeland. Wrapped gently in swirling ivory clouds, her fertile green forest and plains like a well placed emeralds in a br |
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Nitudzen |
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May 28th, 2002 |
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Hi, I'm also on Ayone Ro and I'm interested in the bracers you have for sale, hopefully by the time you get this post I will have the money for it. |
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Back |
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May 28th, 2002 |
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/ooc Just returned from Napoli Italia. For those who have never before been to Italy I do not advise u hit Napoli as it has a long history of being ... um not so nice of a city. Don't get me wrong people are people no matter where u are and those here were nice but when hookers stand outside your 4 |
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On the move again |
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May 29th, 2002 |
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We haven't been in Black Burrow for long now but it seems we have already out grown the area, well it seems Urz was to big for it when we got here. Wow had to stop writing cause I was laughing so hard I don't think I would have been able to read it later. We heard of this area that people call the |
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All the stories |
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Jun 1st, 2002 |
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um...... you want to write me an essay for my CIM stuff at school |
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So it begins... |
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Jun 3rd, 2002 |
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It still rings in my ears, the screams of my mother, I was only 7, hidden behind a false wall with no light, no vision. The sound of pure rage so clear on the other side of the cold stone wall. Someone was looking for something, demanding it, the screams started, I could only hear bits and piece |
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Magik wielder boredom |
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Jun 3rd, 2002 |
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Greetings fellow traveller. I myself have found the same to be true and my personal answer to your crisis is this...find a worthy quest ;) Search the lands for a difficult quest that only one of your illusionist talents could persue.
If you are a worshipper of Tunare you may be interested in s |
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nuff said |
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Jun 4th, 2002 |
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Guillemot begins to walk faster.
Guillemot begins to walk faster.
Guillemot begins to walk faster.
Guillemot begins to walk faster.
Guillemot begins to walk faster.
Guillemot begins to walk faster.
Guillemot begins to walk faster.
Guillemot begins to walk faster.
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RE: All the stories |
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Jun 4th, 2002 |
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What's CIM? |
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Why is it.. |
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Jun 4th, 2002 |
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Why is it that in my reading I hear that 'proc'ing is death to a rogue'. I have never had a problem with this, packing a Crystal Spider Fang and the Burning Rapier (both proc) evading seems to keep aggro off me just fine.
I will, however, concede the point that procing by a serrated bone dirk ca |
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the next day |
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Jun 7th, 2002 |
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the next day I woke with a start, gonnin was gone. I thought to myself now where did that little rascal get off to? and then decided that he had just gone for some water. Well, once i had gotten fully awake, lo and behold, he had not, i stepped outside of the door to see him dead, and 5 goblins w |
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a friendly druid |
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Jun 7th, 2002 |
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on our way to the ships that would take us to the mainand, we saw a friendly druid, and she yelled at us to come talk to her. We felt that she was kind enough, and so we went and talked to her. Come to find out she could teleport people to a place she had been before at a "druid ring" I |
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After fever |
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Jun 10th, 2002 |
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Hi, I kept long silence.
In these days, I have been with my guild mates in some uber zone in almost everydays.
I was only a level 34 just before long fever, but now got level 48.
It was a kind of PL which is considered that many guild party did it commonly.
I realized that it is impossible t |
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An Ominous Dream of the Jagged Pines |
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Jun 14th, 2002 |
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Akida, the Dreamer, awoke in a sweat from his rough bed beneath the boughs of an oak tree. Rising to his elbows, he blinked his eyes, shook his head, and raced his mind in a fruitless run to catch the fleeting images of the dream. He sighed at the realization that it was gone and pushed himself to |
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Needles, thread, and pelts..... |
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Jun 14th, 2002 |
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There is nothing more gratifying than taking the spoils of my adventures and creating something useful. Tunare and Karana, in their infinite blessings, placed on the face of Norrath an abundance of life. From the simplest of creatures to some of the less desirable beast that roam the world, but all |
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Swords sing in the Forest of the Dark Ones..... |
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Jun 14th, 2002 |
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I watched him through squinted lids. He stood several paces away and he paced back and forth a few steps, his long sword balanced in his left hand. The features of his face were hidden behind the metallic face of his helm but I could feel his eyes locked with mine. “Face me! You pale coward.â |