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It did crash. Yus

You didn't have heads whitelist yet? Oh my. Either way, the times I had RPd with you were pleasant to me, and it is obvious to everyone who played with you that you are capable of having this position. You have my full support +1

We have cream at the same fountain.. And we also have sugar (which is more often used in cooking than milk)

I know right? Was a shocker for me too!

Kay Lee is being mistaken for a girl... Again..

Any Enkas' character goes SSD.... Again..

I play Tanner as a gritty, anti-social and loyal to the bone person, who mostly tries to go by-the-book. He is very rarely biased, and mostly tries to hear both sides of the story before acting. He usually manages to maintain the same facial expression at most of the times, and it kind of makes some people to be disturbed by that during interriogations.

I suppose I can hop back in then

Baka's version looks a whole lot more luxurous... Maybe both should be available? The brown one available to buy, while the metal one being in captain's office?

Let's see... I was a technician in an electric/IT company, back in my old country. Worked there for almost three years. Then I moved out to Norway and started working as a personal assistant for a disabled person. I was fired for my lack of language and some other stuff, and I have been a jobseeker for a half of a year D:

While I do like a whole lot of characters on Aurora, these are the ones that left me the deepest print... Oliver Stefan. I may have not had too much of a chance of playing with him, but when I did, it was pleasant. He makes long and interesting emotes, putting pretty much everything the character does in nice detail and depth. His character is a whole lot more polite and kind (at least to people's faces) than the majority of the station. Isilithai Uaekis is one of those characters that I adore, despite their constant dickyness. He may be a hypocrite at some points, but it is the flaws that make our characters interesting. I also liked the fact that he was involved in some emote-fighting (even if that was done in holodeck), and I was somewhat envious to everyone involved. Wesley Jesse.. He is the most hardass CMO on Aurora, and truly one of the better chemists as well. He knows his shit around medical, and is quite strong-minded person, who is not going to let someone else change his opinion about something.

Not every area has a firelock, Nursie

I am, but so far, all I've managed to do was to give name and attributes. I aam not even sure if I did those correctly

Yeah, I'll join in with the next game

That's very pretty... I want...

As I said before, I can pass my place. I mean, I didn't even manage to finish my character yet.

Sandstone, year 52. Today I, Guilin, on the fourth day of this month, have been given some actual co-leadership of Bootlure. In my eyes, the place is fine. Stocks are filled with food and brew, pastures are growing without any problems, architecture is mighty fine, and warriors know what to do. So.. Maybe the work cut out for me won't be so bad after all? I've noticed a riculous amount of rock laying around, and ordered my masons to start putting them to good use - statues, tables, doors, coffins and other kind of stuff, that can be both used, and sold even to those knife-eared pussies. I've also noticed that there has been some trading going on with merchants from Rovod Enas. But I'll stay away from them until I settle in. I woke up with a hangover, to mayor barging into my room and screaming at me of how he requires an armor stand and a cabinet. But just as he was about to leave, the snot-nosed cunt turned around and also said that he wants a brass table. Damn, this bastard is getting on my nerves... Hopefully I won't strangle him before my time here is over. Oh great, apparantly, we have not a single bar of brass, but luckilly we have enough ores to make some. Well, I got my smelter to work. Bloody hell, only now I've noticed of how many stray cats and kittens are running around the halls, brushing against my legs and making me sneeze. I kicked one to the wall, so it no longer goes near me... And to my oppinion, such an amount of cats is unacceptable.. Time for the butcher to get to work.. Merchants have left. I don't know what we traded, nor I care... Migrants have arrived. Two farmers... Maybe we'll put them to use, we'll see... A troll has been wandering in our halls, most likely find it's way from the caverns. However, when I bashed it's brains out with one of my hammers, most of the people were horrified. I think they may have befriended it.. Oh well.. At least I got something to kill. Our spearmaster, Lolor Sheduzol fell in love with his buckler and gave her a name - Igathsibnir. How cute... Timber, year 52. Nothing special was happening most of the month. The mayor continuisly yelling out mandates, I am yelling down to workers to complete them. The bastard really likes windows... Oh well, it seems that some of our warriors have been out of the sun for too long, and puked all over the entrance when I sent them to deal with some magma crabs. Though I must admit, I myself don't like the sun too much.. Something must be done about that, but I have no idea what can be done. I've noticed the ridiculous lack of warhammers... Begun the production of some steel ones... I love hammers Moonstone, year 52. The winter has came, but we're obviously pretty warm due to the volcano we live in. Mayor has called another mandate... More fucking windows... I really want to cave his face in.. Hmm... One of our craftsdwarves have been missing for a week.. Name Amost Roldethducim... Bloody hell, we've ran out of wood... Oh well, we have enough beds and barrels for now, and hopefully a caravan of one of the lesser races will come soon.. There we go, our militia captain, Robert Daton has decided to name his iron shield... Arrosgasis Shit(phehahaha)hath Eshik. Other soldiers say that they hear muffled, metalic, thudding sounds coming from his bedroom... Opal, year 52. Our siege engineer, Zefon Erithmesir has dropped her tools and ran off to the Mason's Workshop with a crazy look on her face... She is working like possessed... I wonder, what kind of artistic inspiration did she get? Anyways, as it is obvious for someone who works in the mason's workshop, she requested some stone... Fine.. Saw her also bring shitloads of random metals as well... Not sure what she brought, but it appears that she finally begun her work... I hope it's something useful... Whatever it is, she is continuesly muttering "Tulonshigos Dastna" Well, after a week she has finally finished her work. She didn't eat, she didn't sleep, she just muttered and crafted... Anyways, it is a quern. Nothing too useful, unlike a warhammer, but can still be put to use in milling plants... Anoways, it is very well done, encrusted with oval obsidian cabochons, decorated with giant tode bone and pig leather. It is also encircled with bands of round sphalerite cabochons, brass and rose gold. It menaces with spikes of obsidian and alunite... There is also an image there... Dwarves at work, digging the first tunnels in this very volcano... The foundation of Bootlure in the early spring of year 50. Obsidian, year 52. Been too long since anything interesting happened... Been sparring with other soldiers all the time, and the lack of any real enemies is boring the shite out of me... Bah! Granite, year 52. Spring has arrived, and the mayor got the bright idea to ban the export of windows... Why the fuck did he even order them in the first place, if they are not for sale. I meanm it's not like we need any windows here underground... I swear, if he orders a single window more, I will start breaking them.. Damn... I've had one of these hammers so long with me, that I can remember where each piece of skull, a splattering of brain or a broken tooth landed... So I decided to name it.. Lithrushnomal... Boy, now we are going to break some heads.. Great... Elves have arrived... Suppose we can sell them a lot of rock stuff we've made over this time, as well as we could buy all their wood, food and alcohol.. Still, I am glad I won't have to speak with those knife-eared bastards.. I got my traders for that. Bah.. Those knife-eared pussies didn't even have any booze with them.. Still, we bought quite some wood from them, and despite their love to the trees, we are going to burn it, chop it and shape it. Fucking idiots.. So... I've told the architect to start building rather large living quarters and tombs for the greatest warriors of our fortress (including me!) Slate, year 53. Dwarves are hard at work, nothing special at the begining of the month, aside from a giant toad, that decided to come up our stairs. Well, as unsurprising as it may be, the slimy bastard did not stand a chance, and was twitching in a pile of it's own shite before it was able to do anything. Oh look, our glassmaker, Obok Regkamuk decided to give the finger to the mayor, and start doing something by himself, rather than by an order.. Great, more migrants... Suppose they could start growing things in a new farm plot.. Felsite, year 53 Finally, after more than two weeks, Obok has gathered the needed materials and started constricting something... She is working furiously and keeps muttering "Tolislushut Zanos Itat" Well... Obok made it. Nothing too special or useful, just a green glass goblet that she is probably going to brag about everytime she goes with the other dwarves for a drink... Nothing to brag about, really. True dwarves drink directly from the kegs. Anyways... About that goblet. It is well made out of green glass, it is decorated with some round glass cabochons and encircled with bands of pear cut green glass, as well as cushion gold opal cabochons. It menaces with spikes of rock crystal and rose gold. On the item there is an image of two pineapple plants in tetrahedrite, and an image of pomegranate tree, in walnut wood... MEH! Hmm... I've been seeing those pit-things in the great hall, just before the mayor's throne chamber.... And I've beem thinking, perhaps I could get some of my workers to fill it with lava?... That would trully look great, so I gave my architect this task, and he said that he'll see what he can do, but also that it will take quite a bit of time.. Oh look, another warrior has given his shield a name. It's one of our axe lords, Ingish Rakustakam. He named his shield Ngalak Bal. Hematite, year 53. The summer has finally hit, and the beers of this season are definately the best. Haha! Goblins have arrived! Now it's finally the time to crack those green little buggers! Time to fight! Meh.. This was the shortest siege ever. Goblins came in with ten soldiers, and two of our dwarves, Iteb Ilralbidok and Tobul Dodoksedil rushed in and slaughtered them all without even waiting for us. They returned unscathed, but I am still angry that they didn't left any kills for me.. And I can say that those two are a bunch of pussies, despite their combat skills... They appear to be traumatized due to the fact that they slaughtered goblins. Bah! Bloody hell, we saw a caravan of humans go nearby, but those dumb pricks couln't find their way to our trade depot... Fucking hell.. Well, Rakust's rule as a mayor has ended, and he has been replaced by Urvad Urolonol. Hopefully, this will be less of an idiot. Malachite, year 53 Well, the pathway to fill the areas in the great hall with lava is finished... Nearly... Now someone has to figure out how are we going to break the wall to the magma without burning anyone.. Galena, year 53 Oh good, our weaponsmith, by the name of Mistem Vabokudar has been possesed, and went towards one of the forges with a fire in his eyes... If she creates a hammer, I am keeping it! Well, after some time, that smith started forging and muttering "Kal Likot"... I really hope it's a hammer... Bah! It is not a hammer, but a wimpy copper spear... Sure it is well made, encircled with bands of copper, adorned with hanging rings of conglomerate, and it has spikes of elk bird leather and plum wood sticking out... But still, a hammer... And a steel one at that would be a lot better.. Anyways, I have commanded a construction of a new barracks, just near the cavern. Mostly to keep the annoying things from the depths away from the main fortress. So I will get someone to start training dwarves soon enough.. I hope.. Limestone, year 53 The soldiers have begun their training at the begining of this month. Of course though, they will never be nearly as good in battle as I am... Merchants from the mountainhomes have arrived. And although we aren't short on food, we did buy a whole lot of it from them. Our spearmaster Bembul Rigothor, has named his spear "Thastithmunest" So... The outpost liason has brought news that the king has decided to bestow nobility upon one of the dwarves, so I decided to reccomend my squad leader, Syrus Seto as a baron, and I offered myself as his champion.. Obviously, he obliged. Well, another soldier has named his weapon.. Nil Kizestdodok, an axe lord... He has given his battle axe a name of "Alilartum" Sandstone, year 53 My leadership here ends for now. I can't say it was too bad, and I wouldn't mind doing it again, if needed... But I prefer being sent into battles.. ------------------------------------------------------ http://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=10421

Hmm... Do we have a template for character sheets?

Are the consequences the same? Man, wouldn't be very benevolent from the chaplain, if he kept inflicting huge pain and harm, while trying to save a person. The reason why I mentioned the forced sollution, is because it would make more sense as an exorcism on a -brainwashed- person, who is -forced- to do bidding of Nar'Sie, harming themselves to do so... So I doubt pain or death would ICly scare them

Hmm, maybe then, instead of just spamming the null rod, the new way to decult someone should be rather similar? Like... it would need the person to stand in one place for a bit of time, as well as use all the three chaplain's items?

I'll try. T'would be my first time. And my potatonet can hit any moment. Though, unless there is someone else who wants to join, I'd gladly give up my spot

I -may- try to join.

It's... It's beautiful! Thank you, Sue!

So.. I have had this run through my head for quite a time now, basicly, an ability to purify the cult blades during such rounds. The sword would do mostly the same damage as the normal cult blade, but would inflict burn damage to a cultist wielder. I think it would be also good if it would do additional damage to constructs, and thus be one of the rarely effective things against the stupidly overpowered juggernauts to anyone who would ICly have the balls to go into mellee with a one. Either way, the blade itself could be purified by a chaplain, with somewhat of a ritual, using the tome, the null rod and holy water for some time. To prevent mass production, during each of these steps, the chaplain would take the same damage, as if he was holding the thing, and would take the sword's hit damage, if he was interrupted in any way... Please don't kill me for this silly idea