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Ouch, pwned, like a fish, by ze interwebz.

Just bash them in the head with a cricket bat and be done with it for about a week, and then bash the youngin's again.

Would you rather be otherwise? Because I have people . . . They know people . . That can do things . . . With cucumbers.

*The elven woman walks up to the board, smirking before scribbling upon Trin's riddle.* Emotion. *She turns on her heal and walks out after.*

Rollercoasters, blackjack and hookers, in fact screw the coasters and blackjack? Anyhow, *waves,* I'd mail you a fire, but I don't think that would go over well with the postal services.

*the elven lady blinks lightly, scrawling upon the parchment with the answers.* Aye, but what of the third? *she turns and walks off, smirking.*

*The elf maid wanders up, tacking up a parchment.* Have fun with those gentlemen and ladies. Priestess Babylon Logos, the first discourse.

*The elf maid scribbles upon the riddle paper delicatly.* Time.

*The elf lass tacks up a note, walking off after.* A sundial and an hourglass. ((As for the first one, it's a computer keyboard . . .)) My scale is something that does not weigh in grams, ounces, or pounds. However, I may be heavy or light. What am I?

Aye. How about this then? Wob's my name if you work it out; I'm a fair creature fashioned for battle When I bend and shoot my deadly shaft from my stomach, I desire only to send that poison as far away as possible. When my lord, who devised this torment for me, releases my limbs, I become...

Darkness Erhmm, lemme see, how about this one. Favoured by men, I am found far and wide, taken from woods and the heights of the town, From high and from low. during each day bees brought me through the bright sky skillfully home to a shelter. Soon after that I was taken by men and bathed in...

Shadow retired and gave Lan control over the storyline, and then Lan retired and gave his sister control of said storyline, who also retired, and thus the storyline died.

Now I feel old!

David the Gnudist Gnome. 'Nuff said.

I would have prefered a Jack and Coke to a Jacki and fur.

Hmm. Seiadra, my person locator person. Yeah, that's right, she finds missing people, relatives, theives, rich folks. Was a port over of a Duel Dagger assassin I had on Ragnarok Online. Just with a better outfit. And Arata is a male version of my Critical Strike Assassin from Ragnarok...

*eyes you.* Don't make me mail my Jack Russel over to torment you!

Are you saying I can't sing Nic?

*cough, cough,* Old fart's reunion tour anyone? Come'on, we can bust out our rockers, canes and oxygen tanks.

Defcarr's player is military, and his wife is a die-hard Christian that beleives D&D is Satanic. 'Nuff said. If I ever see him on MSN in the future, I'll tell him to poke on.