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[Timeless Bob]

Ugh!  RL rears its ugly head!  Looks like I'll have to skip this turn after all.  Can I switch places with the next Player, or will I need to go to the end of the que?

[Bralbaard]

No problem.

[koter]

Respectfully requesting a turn. Please PM me if I am not around when it comes up.

[Proto105]

I would like to request a turn, this game sounds really cool.

[Bralbaard]

I've updated the turn list.

[Atomic Chicken]

Put me on the list again, will you Bralbaard? I'd love another turn.

[kesperan]

Put me on the list again, will you Bralbaard? I'd love another turn.

I killed your vampire by the way. Sorry.

[Atomic Chicken]

Put me on the list again, will you Bralbaard? I'd love another turn.

I killed your vampire by the way. Sorry.

Hehe, no problem; your adventure's epic finale compensates for it. I probably would have created a new character anyway. Besides, I assume that the new version will have been released by the time my turn arrives.

[Proto105]

How are there 2 Dur Kunod's on the map, Dur Kunod (east) and Dur Kunod (west)?

[kesperan]

How are there 2 Dur Kunod's on the map, Dur Kunod (east) and Dur Kunod (west)?

There are two Otudurs too. Random chance I guess?

[StrangeMood]

Ok, I've started my turn (completely forgot I signed up to be honest). Although my story may not become an epic because of my lack of skill, it will be a story nonetheless. Great to be a part of this!

[Eric Blank]

And I certainly look forward to it! So much Fun...

[StrangeMood]

Final thoughts of the lifelong dying, Atthem Roomyscoop

As my left hand flies of in an arc, I contemplate my recent existence. Just a few days ago, I considered my life to be dead, without meaning. I worked the land, all day every day. At night we would sit in our house, sharing stories of heroic deeds in faraway lands. The stories were a glimmer of hope in a world were the well of life seemed dry. A rare spark of life came over me: to go out, to be heroic, to fight the decay of our world. Now, in my hazy state of near-death, a song of the monks of Damso comes to mind, pounding slowly and rhythmically in my head:

Usmen oma kozi rat
Mistrum oma kozi as
Onra oma kozi rat
Mistrum oma kozi as

Atir atir Omon Woge gil
Kimen kathro enem enem tok

Kise oshok ocba oshok og
Quehlico orub Quehlico xubkib

Usmen oma kozi rat
Mistrum oma kozi as
Onra oma kozi rat
Mistrum oma kozi as

Is this really my destiny? To break with my everyday existence, to break with the bond of decay that has cursed this world? In my attempt to fight it back, did I not just invite it to visit me sooner? Is this really my destiny? Why did the spark to go overcome me, why was I deaf to all around me? In this world without hope, is this the destiny of us all?

Is this really my destiny?

(ooc) So, that went really bad. Saw the museum, struck out, only to be struck down by a group of bandits outside of Dinnerwandered. So not an epic story of great deeds and infinite kills, but hopefully an enjoyable short piece about the fate of the portentous realm. Also, I hope the poem is translatable. I will now make a fort.

[TD1]

I'd like a go. Have fun writing the name 

[Putnam]

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