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R.I.P.
Apr 3, 2006 12:06:22 GMT -5
Post by The Dungeon Master on Apr 3, 2006 12:06:22 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Lia Nailo[/glow]
High elven rogue, age 126, was slain just 6 days before her 127th birthday, on June 10, Year 1. Lia succumbed to Violet Fungus poison in the caverns under the keep containing the Mysterious Tower.
She is survived by her party members Artaxia, Brona, Lance, Olwe Surion, Vega Castor and sometimes Klelvic and Zack.
Lia is fondly remembered for her continuous campaigning for the rights of wererat-goblin children and owlbear young. Most recently she was working on perfecting the combat uses of the appraise skill, having discovered she could count gold coins even while a battle raged around her.
Her final words were, "These guys are tougher than I thought they would be" and then vomiting.
If any of her fellow adventurers have any words of remembrance, or know where her body is, please feel free to post them here.
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R.I.P.
Apr 23, 2006 7:10:12 GMT -5
Post by The Dungeon Master on Apr 23, 2006 7:10:12 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Olwe Surion[/glow]
High elven wizard/ shadowcaster, age 145, was slain on July 22, Year 1. Olwe was dropped into a black pit by an earth elemental while investigating the forge in the Great Swamp.
He is survived by his party members Artaxia, Brona, Lance, Sharial, Vega Castor and sometimes Klelvic and Zack.
Olwe was a creepy kind of wizard who had recently begun dabbling in Shadow Magic. Much of his time was spent in trying to figure out a way to gain multiple familiars. While the only witnesses to the events immediately preceding Olwe's demise were Artaxia the druid and her wolf, Wolf Blitzer, speculation is that it was Olwe's insatiable curiosity that did him in. While we have not yet heard Artaxia's version of the events, Wolf Blitzer has declined to comment at all.
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Apr 23, 2006 8:24:07 GMT -5
Post by Dave on Apr 23, 2006 8:24:07 GMT -5
A moment of silence for Olwe, the Cat that curiousity finnaly got!
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R.I.P.
Aug 7, 2006 16:36:41 GMT -5
Post by flash on Aug 7, 2006 16:36:41 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Thane the Bane[/glow]
Thane has been cute down twice in the prime of his life, thanks to the loyalty and luck of his friends he was given a new form and a new purpose. The second time Thane was not so lucky. Thane the Bane was cute down trying to find the answer of how to stop the evil presence from winning the day and smiting his love and all that was good. When confronted with Grave of the Blackguard, Thane, who was severely drained of his prowess of battle, knew he was not in the best condition to fight this demon. Hoping for a miracle he laid down his trusty Urgrosh and fought with the Masterwork sword he had pulled from the Alter. After a glorious and hard fought battle, Grave won the day, and imprisoned Thane’s soul in a body as a Wight. Hoping that the love of his life would not come looking for him, he waited to see if this evil that was about to be released upon the world would bring a quick death to his tortured soul. When hope was fading, the door to the temple was swung open and a flash of movement was all he saw from the entrance. As he glanced towards the Alter where the diamond lay, he caught a glimpse of his loves eyes as she dove for the diamond. The last thought he had before a great light sprang from diamond and smote him where he stood was, “I hope that they may forgive my evil state so that I may be with my love in the life after” And that was the last spark of life that existed of Thane the Bane.
Dwarf, Lizard, Red Caped Super Hero and Death Bringer. If there was one thing to that was a constant when it came to Thane, was that if he ever mutter, I pity the fool, death for the target was eminent. He was a protector of his good, then a protector of his friends but he died a protector of his true love.
[glow=red,2,300][/glow][glow=red,2,300][/glow]
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R.I.P.
Aug 8, 2006 13:25:34 GMT -5
Post by jen on Aug 8, 2006 13:25:34 GMT -5
A nonreligious but yet highly spiritual Artaxia weeps for her loyal friend and consoles herself that Thane is now part of the cycle of nature. A dead part, but still a part. Wolf Blitzer, curled up on a mysterious scrap of red satin in the corner of their orchard hut, sighs sadly.
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R.I.P.
Aug 8, 2006 13:37:37 GMT -5
Post by The Dungeon Master on Aug 8, 2006 13:37:37 GMT -5
A nonreligious but yet highly spiritual Artaxia weeps for her loyal friend and consoles herself that Thane is now part of the cycle of nature. A dead part, but still a part. Wolf Blitzer, curled up on a mysterious scrap of red satin in the corner of their orchard hut, sighs sadly. And mournfully pees. |
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