(IR) The 3rd IR, Turn 7 (End)


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I am the moderator of the IR no more, but I am your friend for always

Yours Truly smiles at you all.

Yours Truly listens to your compliments.

Yours Truly is truly happy.

Yours Truly feels appreciated.

Yours Truly is vindicated against those who denounced him as a Gamer and a Person.

Yours Truly smiles at you all, at the friends that you are.

Yours Truly hopes he has left a legacy that will be long remembered, at least on the ENBoard.

- - -

Yours Truly knows that if you wish to continue the IR, you have the capability to do so.

You do not need Yours Truly to do it.

Yours Truly hopes you do.
Hopes you continue the IR.
Hopes the IR lasts for some time to come.

- - -

Yours Truly then waves to you all, turns, and walks away.

Yours Truly has finally earned the right to walk off into the Sunset.

Yours Truly expresses gratitude to you all, that you made this possible.

- - -

It is a blazing, glorious, red Sunset, and the clouds echo the setting sun's light back in myriad hues of white, red, and purple.

Yours Truly walks into that Sunset.
Going in happiness.
Going in inner peace.

Yours Truly slowly disappears into the Sunset.
 
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I'd like to thank you for taking the time and trouble to run this, it must have been highly stressful at times. But you managed to keep this game together through it all.

Thank you, Edena.

- Kalanyr
 

OOC: Edena... is leaving whoa... well man have fun... I hope you come back now you hear...

Iuz feels a pang of loss... and somewhere he feels soemthing leaving... he can't help but looks for a breif moment... "he will be missed..." he utters more to himself then anyone...
 

And now I'm going to bed (it being 1 AM here it seems like a good idea to me.). Try not to kill my Power/the Demiplane/Multiverse while I'm asleep please. Goodnight all.

BlackOmega- Check your email when you get the opportunity please.
 

See ya around Edena, wanna bet you can't rid yourself of this :p

And we'll always worship your moderating powers hehe.

btw, wanna play your Edena Character now?

You can you know :)
 

The grand marble table has a new home once again. For what is hoped to be the last time it has been moved to the top of the grandest spire within the Suel Empire.

The spire is tall, white and elegantly curved, maintaining an almost impossible state of balance. Silver Phase sits back in his tall chair and looks around at his comrades.

"Friends, it has appeared that we've made it," he says joyously, "We have all the knowledge and lore of the Suel here around us!"

The others are content, they too have what they want.

"Well, I guess we don't need to make war any more," Obmi said in a somewhat confused manner.

"Not at all," replied Lenaurae.

"We can place our focus on running this place now," stated James.

Bobo burped loudly, gripping a huge keg of ale in both hands. The room revurberated for a moment then calmed. Everyone laughed, Durgrim the loudest before declaring a drinking competition with Bobo.

"Don't rule me out," added Obmi.

"I think I'll attempt it as well, though a scary tradition among dwarves it seems to be," Kcyldyei pipes in.

Silver Phase stretches in his chair, he is still a mithril construct and a powerful one at that. He stands up and while everyone continues talking and joking he leaves for the vast amount of reading he has ahead of him in the archives of the restored Suel Empire. He smiles, remembering that he should put together some trade contracts and other things for the Taarakians.

"Hey Khelarque," he calls over his shoulder.

"Two steps ahead of you, sir," replies a well preserved liche behind a laptop, "I'm putting the documents together now. You go start your reading."

And so he did.

I originally came to the EnWorld boards when Kal told me about the IR at school. Edena, this being my first experience of a message board game I am honoured to have come this far in it and helped to allow to you walk off valiantly into the sunset. First impressions last, and so I will always think of your excellant moderation abilities when you are mentioned, and the overall success with which the 3rd IR was played. Thanks for the great introduction to message boards. See you around, eh? :)
 
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Warning: Humour from a tired teenager

Kalanyr's dancing around is interrupted by a messenger who is yelling and screaming

" Kalanyr! Do something, Ivid is building Rauxes-of-his-dreams everywhere and Kerpatis is turning everything into giant fun mazes. Do something please I'm sure I'm not the only one that doesn't want to end up living in Rauxes-The-Fun-Maze-and-House-of-Mirrors."

Kalanyr sighs

"Why did I know this would happen?"

And now goodnight for real.
 

Edena.

Wanna run a forth IR in Autumn at the end of the year.

I'm sure alot of us will return to it. We seem very dedicated and caught up in this game.

Let us now rebuild and reshape our worlds and look upon it when its finished.

btw very cool I got a unlimited supply of realitychanges in my own domain.
Yeah :D

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I'm currently mailing William with quite a grand and prestigious plan.
Could create some fun stuff :)
 
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What went on while I was aleep?

<<The entire plane of hope looks at Sanctus and laughs.>>

I guess it doesn't matter now.


Sanctus dies, mind and body. It was his will to finally die. It was his will to finally be ended in life and death. A single scrap of paper, titled: Notes on the Mana Fortress, is blown off his desk by the wind. It floats off in circles, and in leaps, and bounds. When it finally ends its movement, it is in front of a young elf, of fifty years old. He picks up the paper, and looks over it. "Wow... someone sure put a lot of work into this. Maybe I should hold onto it in case it is important.

So, who all is coming to the funeral?
 

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