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Post by fatalbeauty on Apr 10, 2006 9:39:35 GMT -5
ok wow. overload. big big overlaod. gotta think onthat for a while. WOW
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Post by Scornful Pen on Apr 12, 2006 12:22:20 GMT -5
*pats* that's ok...it made my brain hurt writing it, lol
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Nosteruionwen
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If tears were a Staircase and memories a lane,I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again..
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Post by Nosteruionwen on Apr 13, 2006 8:36:51 GMT -5
-brain hurts-....sooo...heeey peoples.me likie big dangerous swordsssss!!! -swings sword and decapitates 5 people around her-oops....though you have to admit that was a pretty good ssswing.
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Post by fatalbeauty on Apr 14, 2006 8:39:13 GMT -5
hy im an elf now YAY! what is the highest thign you can be with posts?
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Post by Scornful Pen on Apr 14, 2006 20:05:50 GMT -5
The highest is ring-bearer. And to answer a question you might have, you can't do anything special with your lovely (afterall, you're our first elf!) new title, it's just like being called "Lady Fatal" no changes to your general powers as a human. You just might be treated differently by the community. Anyway, I'm composing part two of my rpg combat lesson.
BTW, Good swing noel!
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Post by Scornful Pen on Apr 14, 2006 20:20:13 GMT -5
All right, this is a bit of fan fiction written by thee who shall remain forever nameless: "Peter stared down at the intricate basket hilt of the sword clasped in his sweating palm. The weight felt both strange and familiar, the muscles in his arm flexing expectantly as he hefted the blade, finding his balance as he experimented with lifting and swinging the blade around his body and over his head. Wendy stood some distance away, also testing her blade, her own muscles protesting at the heaviness dragging her arms down, both hands having to hold the hilt upright. This was no childish blade, scaled down to her size; this was a fighting blade, albeit more ornately decorated, the steel lethally sharp and balanced to perfection.
Studiously avoiding thinking about the men the dueling blade might have killed since it was made, she swung it carefully, feeling it pull her off balance, her hands white knuckled as she attempted to control the pull of the counter swing.
Peter was feeling more confident, twirling the rapier with one hand, showing off his superior strength and ability as the metal flashed and sliced through the air before he stopped it in a graceful swoop, moving into the en garde position.
"This is easier than I thought," he crowed, grinning from ear to ear. Wendy smiled back, pleased that his body had not forgotten its skills even if his mind had difficulty remembering. Approaching, she also placed herself in the starting position, praying silently that her arm held out long enough to give him a run for his money.
"En garde!" Wendy cried, tapping Peter's blade with her own. Peter tapped her back and they backed away a step. Poised on the balls of his feet, Peter flexed his knees and lunged, Wendy parrying his feint and returned the move, their blades sliding against each other as Wendy pressed forward and Peter gave ground. As they tested their defenses the glade rang with the clash of metal on metal. Wendy could feel each blow up her forearm, her free hand coming to support the other as she fielded another blow, her knuckles turning white with the strain.
Peter appeared to be suffering no such strain, his blows controlled and deadly accurate, his body perfectly balanced as he moved like a dancer, blocking and feinting without any apparent conscious decision.
It ended when Wendy failed to properly block and her blade slipped, Peter's rapier over-reaching and connecting with her upper arm, drawing blood. Wendy's blade dipped as she clapped a hand over the wound..."I've provided some links to explain what the "en garde" position. budokablog.blogspot.com/2006/01/random-observations-about-en-garde.htmlAnd here is a particularly AWESOME collection of fencing articles and such. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glossary_of_Fencing_TermsThat's all I got for tonight, tomorrow I shall spend a little more time on fencing and then we shall move to the art of ranged attacks.
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Post by Scornful Pen on Apr 14, 2006 20:21:34 GMT -5
Oh and no I will not give the link to that Wendy-Peter story I quoted. 'Cause it's particularly naughty, curse false rating.
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Nosteruionwen
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If tears were a Staircase and memories a lane,I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again..
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Post by Nosteruionwen on Apr 15, 2006 12:10:43 GMT -5
Thanks Betsy!I been praticing!-swings sword and it lands farely high up in a tree- oops...hehe...need more practice.I wanna be an Elf too!-pouts-ah well...i need to be on more.
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Post by Scornful Pen on Apr 15, 2006 21:27:22 GMT -5
*looks up at tree* wow, now sword's grow on trees... And when you become and elf I will throw you a party...
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Nosteruionwen
Hobbit
If tears were a Staircase and memories a lane,I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again..
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Post by Nosteruionwen on Apr 15, 2006 22:28:33 GMT -5
Oh yeah...
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Post by Scornful Pen on Apr 17, 2006 19:06:24 GMT -5
*smirks*
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Nosteruionwen
Hobbit
If tears were a Staircase and memories a lane,I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again..
Posts: 74
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Post by Nosteruionwen on Apr 17, 2006 21:53:40 GMT -5
*smiles cheekily and dances crazeh dance* You guys rock my sexeh sockz!!!
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Post by fatalbeauty on Apr 19, 2006 21:01:26 GMT -5
I juist became an elf. I was a hobbit fora long time!
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Nosteruionwen
Hobbit
If tears were a Staircase and memories a lane,I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again..
Posts: 74
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Post by Nosteruionwen on Apr 19, 2006 22:13:48 GMT -5
You have twice the stars i do!!!
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Post by Scornful Pen on Apr 23, 2006 20:43:15 GMT -5
Okie Doke, kiddies! Does anyone know anything about archery? *cough*emmy!*cough*
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