A chorus of voices resounds through the room as many people all answer simultaneously with the sam reply, "I wouldn't know, I wasn't there". ... Do you Yahoo!?...
It was a glorious autumn morning in Rel Mord. The summer heat had been absent for some time, and along with it the heightened stench of city life. A clean...
Scurrying through the streets of Rel Mord, Culliford “Cully” Garlan was eager to make this delivery run quick. Waiting for him at the great oak outside...
... of ... some time ... the reunion ... Miricent's exit did not go unnoticed. Assuming the worst, as such players always do, the entire cast of the Old Oerth...
First off, you should know that the way that I've voiced Pierre is such that Pierre speaks with an atrocious accent, somewhat like the good Inspector from the...
Somewhere in Rel Mord a page curses his luck again. "...truly, Sir. Vazentar says that she is no longer in residence and that she will be out of contact for...
Lehrneh rises to propose a toast "Let us have a final drink in momory of Anarion, an elven fighter, and Mere the Mighty, a human sorcerer, who perished in a...
A blazing fire crackled and roared on the hearth of the Great Hall of Castle Flessern. The castle was still little more than a jumble of stones, and much of...
Interesting. I come travelling to the lands of Pholtus from Geoff, only to discover that the following of Wee Jas is here as well. Geoff is filled with Wee...
... Shouldst he wish to carry weapons freely in Nyrond, a citizen need only license himself in Rel Mord. But for a lesser fee and only a bit more time, thou...
Aria stared at the awesome edifice of the Oerth, and felt like she was coming home—at least for a little while. She had recently returned from a brief stint...
<<Garrault strides into the tavern after a lengthy absence.>> "Your best wine, good man. And a round for my friends." With a twinkle in his eye, Garrault...
... <snip> ... Deblin looks up from the corner where he is busy playing a complicated game of cat's cradle with a very ratty ball of string. Somehow the Rake ...
... "Oh! Lord Errant Deblin! I am afraid I didn't see you and your companion. Welcome back from Sterich." ... "Thankfully, I remember nothing of the brief...
... Kerris ... but he ... boats ... Nehrull's ... necromantic types are ... happy to ... A brown-haired human hunched over his stew at the table near the fire...
It is still a few hours until dawn and a light snow falls in the streets of Rel Mord. A bulky dwarven figure wrapped in a strange fur cloak walks through the...
I'll finish this up when I get more time. For now, a rought draft; Enjoy. -Brandon ... Ebon Root whipped through the seven standard motions, his body a fluid...
A man new to the tavern enters, his bent shoulders huddled within his cloak. He orders a glass of mulled wine, and looks for a seat away from the crowds. ...
A large fully cloaked beggar grasping wildflowers in his left hand slowly approached the man that was slumped at the table. In a tone just loud enough for the...
The well armed dwarf in the corner raises an eyebrow at this most recent display, he is obviously lost in thought for the next few moments as he contemplates...
After a moment spent watching the "beggar's" departure, the cleric raises his wine to return the dwarf's salute. "May your axe bite deep and true, friend. My...
"Well then Maxwell, let us drink to your new assignment. May Heironeous watch over you and guide you in all that you do. Let us drink to your future strength...
A stranger walks in... After an evaluating gaze of the inns interior and those present, he slips off his dark greenish/grey greatcloak revealing himself to be...
When the tavern keep brings the young elf his meal the elf pulls out an obviously new arcane tome and begains reading it while picking at his meal. Varthalon...
... "With that kind of service, I wouldn't pay if I were you," says a dark half-elf in darker clothes in the darkest corner in the room. With a sardonic wink,...
... dark ... a sardonic wink, Cyn returns to carving something in the table-top. "Probably true," but I've learned not to expect to much from mere humans, so...
Old Arnford saying,"Opportunity plus instinct makes profit." Uttara packed her leather satchel with the fabric swatches and skeins of silk that she had brought...
... The well-armed dwarf leisurely drinking his ale in a corner... "Sometimes people come, sometimes people go, and sometimes they even sing but you never know...
The door opens as a close cloaked figure enters. Throwing back the hood and opeing it, the grey elf stands and stretches. He is dressed in exotic clothing,...
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