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Another parchment is stacked to the rest Washed my face, the great disgrace, the fool of the roads, everything feels like, a purple cancer, all dead inside. Give me the lie Inject the pain Give me something pretty, to forget all my sins. Give me the deceit Scratch the skin, feel the...

woo! winna! get to watch reruns of Doctor Who.. and isn't old....just revised with new fluff and crunchy bits..

how old is technically a old foggie to be classified? the memory of AOL tavern? the price of ice cream? when people use to play truth and dare as a daily hobby? questions that boggles the mind of the young, and new vs old tends to usually never work unless it involves witty role playing sessions...

Dead Again Waken to the sound of screaming cries, I knew that I returned home. All the colors had faded away, to reveal my crooked home. Witnessed death at the door again, winking at me in her familiar way. She gave me one of her crooked smiles, while she held the doom of my profession...

Home again, within the grey. Forgotten all the things we shared. The feelings a echo of yesterday, a day without the rain. And yet the memory is still haunting me, our song still mocking me. Swaying to that old black magic, under mercurial skies and on planar shores. When marimba rhythms...

so this is the new person i gotta bribe on Monday and Thurdays....heh, welcome to the boards!

i agree 100% with Poun, someone should PM the fellow that the action was a bit too graphic for the site, and if all things don't go well, the ignore command does wonders. If you don't want to see it, then don't. Simple as that. - Jon

Watching the proceedings of men, women, celestial and the mad alike walk up to the crystal and disappear, a lone elven figure stood on top of the great marble walls of the Emporium and sparked a flame against his cloved deathstick. "So marches the heroes to their fates," Rajak could only smile...

A parchment made up of elven flesh is added to the rest of the notices, this one written in a stylish red ink that appears to be melted wax. You know I'm not dead, I'm just living in my head, Forever waiting, On the ways of your desire Is it any wonder I can't sleep? All I have is all you...

well, you always can't beat offical, if someone already did the plot hook for ya :D but i wouldn't mind seeing more story development of the Gatewards or The Nephralim, as both groups sound very interesting. As to the lone adept, well, that focuses more attention on one single person who gains...

I gotta write and use my brain? er...-grumbles, grumbles- *goes into the writing board...* - Jon

An parchment made of human flesh is discovered nailed to the tree, the writing inked in old blood. So impressed with all you do, tried so hard to be like you, flew too high and burnt the wings, lost my faith in everything this is how it begins, push it away but it all comes back again, all...

Well, why not go with something of a classic. Villain attempts to take over Juxtan. Heroes and Friends of the Peace counter attempt to take over Juxtan. Easy way to tie in with the Cross Road Tavern, the villains can't really do too much with Juxtan due to its being a demi plane, but you can do...

A cloaked figure walks up to the tree and attaches a parchment along with the others. The parchment seems to be made from what appears to be bauiaur's flesh and written in fiend's blood. Of what type remains undetermined. Always it’s coming, and here starts the game, why can’t this puzzle be...

[When it comes down to an issue of believability, it's best to at least be respectful of other players in these situations, otherwise, things can cause problems.] what he said :D - Raj's Player

I've also be interested in any possible adept storyline, i got a character currently researching the history behind Juxtan and it's portals. Unless this is a Adept-only storyline. - Raj's ghost