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[Any in-character messages may be put up here. This message board is in Hydlaa, so if your character visits Hydlaa, it is safe to assume that he/she saw these messages. Note that authorities may remove out-dated messages (about a month in real-time) or ones they find offensive (so don't be surprised if a message disappears, though I will try to PM people). When a message you have posted becomes irrelevant or outdated, please remove it (i.e. edit it and replace it with "[Removed]" ). This is a good place to post announcements about tournaments, wanted criminals, meetings, and anything else you might think of. Just keep it in-character (out-of-character announcements will be deleted). If you need to announce out-of-character information as well as in-character information, I suggest you post the in-character here and make a new thread in this forum for the out-of-character. If your message is not anonymous, remember to include your character's name. Now, go ahead, post those messages!]
[This thread is not for character-to-character interaction, unless you are posting public notices that are directed at a specific individual, and that individual is replying with another notice. This is a strange thing to do, but boards are free until someone cleans them up. Do not do your roleplaying in this thread. ]
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Hangatyr starts to walk by the message board and looks at it for a second before he pins a parchment that reads:
(http://img833.imageshack.us/img833/7654/scroll.gif) (http://img833.imageshack.us/i/scroll.gif/)
[* More information can be found here --[ The Song of Ice on Fire (http://www.hydlaaplaza.com/smf/index.php?topic=37724.0) ]-- and here --[ The Yarrow Note (http://www.hydlaaplaza.com/smf/index.php?topic=37925.0) ]-- *]
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A Dermorian with a bandaged neck strides to the board. He rips down old notices. He plasters another large notice in the middle of the board.
CITIZENS BEWARE!
Yesterday outside the Stonehead Tavern me lady and student Tessra Greenleaf were VICIOUSLY MURDERED and ROBBED of her tria, helm, blades and goods.
The CRIMINAL were a Ylian... female, fer I canna call her a Lady, calling herself Sharallela. She were wearing a long silken dress and jewelry and has distinctive long white hair.
REWARD FER HER CAPTURE and SUBMISSION TO THE AUTHORITIES offered.
Last seen walking brazenly through Harnquist's smithy then up the mountain o'er the Arena passage.
TAKE CARE! SHE BE WITHOUT MORALS!
Roled Rolak
He walks away, his face as red as his warrior's knot.
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{ Postponed by Talad's wish ... }
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Tzaen bound up and writes, in a semi-legible childish scrawl the word 'TZAEN'. This obscures most exsting notices, rendeing the most of them difficult to read.
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/me adds a little note to a clean copy of the invitation: "Please bring charmflowers."
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(http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8RVNOMBMadY/TKuWDybFVGI/AAAAAAAAAg4/picMRREr_sM/s800/post.gif)
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A cloaked and hooded figure walks up to the boards and studies the notices intensely. He sighs and draws a scroll from under his cloak. Unrolling it, he sticks it in s prominent spot. Then, with a swish of his cloak, he vanishes into the shadows.
(http://i787.photobucket.com/albums/yy158/kaylors/NeedAMaster.png)
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*the poster seems to have been defaced by someone, apparently with their own blood.*
(http://memberfiles.freewebs.com/42/62/51136242/photos/My-Pics/Aesp_death_notice_RETURN.png)
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*After a while a knife is found stabbed next to Draide's name, pretty deep too*
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*A dermorian in a black trench coat with long, red hair walks up to the message board and skims over a few of the letters. He looks at the knife and sighs, making the comment "Will the killing never cease?". Then he pulls a folded piece of paper from his bag and nails it to the board
(http://memberfiles.freewebs.com/42/62/51136242/photos/My-Pics/pyromancy_ad.png)
[just to be clear, pyromancy is an RP trait]
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* Maisent looks up at the new posts reading over it carefully. "Pyromancer? what?" She sighs and walks away, leaving a white flower stuck next to Draide's paper
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A gently smiling woman walks gracefully to the board. She takes this note out from somewhere beneath her cloak, and pins it up gently.
(http://tinyurl.com/3adfo3y)
She admires the poster for a moment, before turning quickly on her heels and briskly walking away.
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* Skimming over the fliers, a klyros writes his name on the one titled *pyromancer apprentice wanted* 'Travosh Zetch'
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A heavily armoured individual approaches the board with a nail and proceeds hammers the notice on the board sheerly by the use of his steel gauntlet.
(http://img683.imageshack.us/img683/4457/knightservice.png) (http://img683.imageshack.us/i/knightservice.png/)
He pauses briefly to examine the alignment of the notice before pacing at a measured stride towards his rivnak.
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A small cloaked figure emerges from the shadows. You can see that it is covered head to toe with several ulbernaut skins. It walks up to the board and rumagges into it's furs. It takes out an old dry parchment and reaches out to the board revealing thin, slender arms. It mutters a few words, making the parchment open up and stick to the board all by itself.
(I'll post a real image parchment later)
________________________~_______________________________________~__~
Private cooking teacher needed! Will pay handsomely!
Write your name on the blank space on this sheet.
~Tant
.....Oh and tell me where to find you.
________________________~_______________________________________~__~
It walks back into the shadows casually.
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Elady strides up to the message board and places a note on the board.
To the kidnappers of Anamedlth Afeiniel
I will not pay 500,000 for the return of Amaneldth, especially after you so viciously maimed her for life by chopping off her finger. If you hadn't of harmed her we might have had something to talk about. If you should be foolish enough to do further harm to her be on notice that my friends and I will hunt you down and seek payment for the damage you have done to Amaneldth.
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*A cloaked figure walks slowly to the board, in the middle of the night. Making sure that noone is around, the figure hangs a note below Elady's, using a throwing knife*
It's fine. Now we know how valuable she is. Thank you.
The ransom is now 750,000 trias. You still have [1 RL week]. Well, guess… now you have less time. If you don't pay, the ransom will be of 1 (ONE) million trias, and we'll send another gift.
*The figure disappears quickly, heading to the tavern…*
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*Mishka writes a little note and pins it to the board*
Found items next to the tower near Harnquist's. Kitchen books, a knife, and some animal parts. Contact Mishka Cheshire.
*She re-reads the note and nods before heading to East Hydlaa*
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Maisent pins a note.
Buying a Holy Helmet! I do not care what its condition is, the cheaper the better. You will usually find me in the arena or near Harnquist's.
'-~Maisent.M.~-'
.:'KoreIrkaClan':.
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A Klyros medic pins a clean written message on the board:
I need two packages of woven elastic Arangma silk bandages for the Hydlaa Sanatorium. Please offer a fair price.
Dr. Lesiros Forita
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Jecewie takes her box of terevan berry candies with a broad smile from Tarela and walk to the message board. She notices Doctor Lesiros' announcement and starts laughing. She scribbles a quick note with small, irregular letters:
hi doctor i'll be pleazed to share mine with jou
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Mishka looks as Jecewie runs off, giggling, and gets down from Breeze. She chuckles at her reply and corrects it:
hi doctor i'll be pleazed pleased to share mine with jou you. Signed, Jecewie
Then, Mishka writes a short note and pins it at the bottom of Maisent's note:
Find me, give me the bronze needed and I'll make it for free. Mish
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[The previous message has been removed]
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* A worn out fenki pins a note with a fork to the board
Citizen's of hydlaa !
There have been a number of Demonic-like Klyros attack. Recently, I and a few others were attacked in Gugrontid by 3 of these nasty creatures. One had the powers of a master red way magician and the other of a Dark Way mage. The third one is unkown as I was blinded by my own light and had to run away during battle. I urge you to help us fend these creatures of! Kill them if you must, but find away to cage them as they will just comeback after death !
Signed
...;:MaisentMagisa:;...
;:''..KoreIrkaClan..'':;
She gingerly walks away from the board, casting healing spells on herself.
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A youngish Dermorian approaches the Board, and carefully attaches a poster with a drawing of the Tree of Xiosia in the Secret Garden on it, followed by colorful lettering with this message. He smooths out the parchment, reads it over, and smiles as he walks away.
In Preparation for the coming of Xiosiamas,
the Sons of Xiosia announce a service in the Garden,
followed by a feast and dance.
All be invited!
A FESTIVAL OF SILVER LIGHTS
celebrating Xiosia and the
Threshold of Light in the darkened Dome.
Please bring food to share, and drinks, and torches
and small gifts to exchange.
Any who would like to participate in the short service, please contact Roled.
Again! All be welcome!
{Saturday Dec 11 1pm PST= so I think that's 9 pm GMT}
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A small Nolthrir man walks up to the message board, removed his previous message and pins a new one. The handwriting looks clearly different from that on his last note.
Missing:
Jamona Shikon
a most beautiful Dermorian, with red hair, green eyes, and an
irresistible smile. She has been last seen wearing a short,
red and green linen outfit. She might be in the company of a
young, female, and shy Nolthrir.
If you have seen her, please report to
Aurelyn Tiyel resident of Hydlaa or
Aburan Thelarun resident of [a city on the Dome that's not yet in the game]
Any hint will be adequately rewarded. Thank you!
[This is a strategic message by Aburan. You won't actually be able to find Jamona, unless your character frequently visits various religious institutions across the dome (PM me if they does). Aburan posted or will post this message in many other large dome cities, too.]
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*A dermorian in a black trench coat with long, red hair walks up to the message board and skims over a few of the letters. He looks at the knife and sighs, making the comment "Will the killing never cease?". Then he pulls a folded piece of paper from his bag and nails it to the board
(http://memberfiles.freewebs.com/42/62/51136242/photos/My-Pics/pyromancy_ad.png)
[just to be clear, pyromancy is an RP trait]
*A klyros walks to the board and writes a note on the piece of paper "My name is Ezus Mey. I am interested in you'r offer. I will try to contact you." He turns, and walks away from the message board.*
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Mishka walks to the message board and scratches some numbers from her previous note:
(http://img262.imageshack.us/img262/755/daringdodash.png)
[Details on the event thread *HERE* (http://www.hydlaaplaza.com/smf/index.php?topic=38902.0) ]
"Now, that's better." The fenki heads off towards the Arena, humming to herself.
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* Ardoin walks up to the message board, nailing a note to it, saying the following *
I am offering jobs to three available positions.
1) Model: Pose and let the artists draw your picture.
2) Artists: You use art to draw the models to the best of your abilities.
3) Guards: No perverted swine may enter the area and attempt to fondle the models; this is your job.
Contact Ardoin Holysword for more information.
* Ardoin walks off, smiling. *
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*Teshia walks up to the board, and reads the note left by Ardoin, smirking faintly to herself. She leaves a short reply pinned under the note:
"Feel free to ask the members of the Adani, especially Travosh, for help guarding. I'm sure you've no doubt that he is capable enough to burn away any perverted swine or fondlers."
*She saunters off, smirking more.
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Maisent walks up to the board and pins an old parchment next to Teshia's
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'Ardoin, I would be willing to be a guard for you. I am very worked up and will not be able to guard everyday. Also - I'm wondering how much you will pay'
~ Maisent
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/me reads the announcement and grins about the third point - that could be misunderstood, as being the guards' job to fondle the models...
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*Travosh walks up and adds a semi-decent picture of a dwarf running around with its hair on fire and what appears to be the old ball and chain styled weights attached to the feet, then walks away cackling like an imbecile.
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Troyyer Silvverman jumps off his Rivnak und pulls out a parchment from the saddle bag of his pack rivnak.
He walks up to the board and leaves the following note:
"Another journey awaits me. New and exciting adventures...
Goodbye Ladies, Gentlemen and Kran"
Troyyer mounts his rivnak and rides away into the sunrise
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A young Ylian male sashays up to the Hydlaa message board, turns around to see if anyone is looking, then posts the following announcement:
Attention citizens of Hydlaa!
Madame Snoril and her troupe of stylists will be returning to Hydlaa to tame your tresses! Are you looking for a new style? New color? Just a trim of your split ends? Then come see Madame Snoril at her tent in front of the Temple!
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[OOC: Event will be held on Friday, 21 December 2011 at 6 p.m. GMT. Certain races cannot participate such as Enkis, Klyros and Kran, obviously, and Xacha's don't have changeable hair as yet.]
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/me walks past the message board.
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[Marathal, check the date please]
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[ Yes, it already happened yesterday. It is over. Announced probably more or less "during" the event... :P ]
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[It was announced at least an hour before the event LigH :P]
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Event will be held on Friday, 21 December 2011 at 6 p.m. GMT.
[...in another universe, because December 21, 2011 it's Wednesday. 332 days from now. ;D]
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A young ylian woman dressed completely in black and wearing a cloak that covers her from head to toe walks up to the message board. She flips her hood back, revealing herself to be Teshia Greenleaf, and pulls a note out of her bag. She nails it into the board with a dagger and walks away, her expression icily serious.
A notice to all an sundry:
One menki, of the name Caraick Dastrid, approximately 24 cycles in age, with clamod markings [dark grey fur and bright blue eyes] has gone missing. He is usually garbed in leather armor, and carries both daggers and a bow and arrow. He is also often seen with a staff, topped by a glowing crystal.
He was last seen in Gugrontid in the company of a cloaked fenki, name and coloration unknown.
Threatening letters have been found nailed to the Temple of the Adani Order with a bloody dagger, and the ring usually worn by Caraick.
It is suspected that he has met with foul play. Anyone with any information as to the location of Caraick is asked to contact a member of the Adani Order.
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To the person who has taken him... you may rest assured, I will not rest until he is recovered.
You speak of flames and heartlessness. I invite you to watch my heart cease to beat... simply let him go and you may take what revenge you desire.
If you do not release him... I will reign such chaos upon you that you will beg for the mercy of Dakkru to be free of me...
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*A young grey klyros to the board and adds a note to it*
Ladies, gentelmen and kran!
The Games for the Gods will soon begin!
Test your wit, strength and speed and win a grand prize, as well as lifelong bragging rights!
Prove to be master of the spoon, the sword or the hammer.
Enlist now!
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A dermorian walks up to the Board and pins up a large note
Singer Kameli Travner is looking for places and events to perform his songs
Your celebrations need some singing entertainment? Kameli is the guy for the job
Please contact Kameli if interested.
No Requests!
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/me walks up to the message board and posts nothing.
/me skips away.
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Hromdair Selav pins a wet piece of paper to the billboard:
Fish and fishing training offered.
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A small, red haired dermorian elf posts a parchment paper
Wanted
Someone who can possibly publish/distribute books. Will be paid.
Signed, Xifery Fyresoul
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A bewildered Enkidukai female carrying a bundled corpse quickly tacks a handwritten flyer on the billboard:
"A Xiosian (the word Xiosian is scratched out) service will be held in rememberance of the recently departed, Mishka Laralkes, The service will be held in the Secret Garden at [Sunday 22:00 GMT]"
She quickly looks around and runs off.
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Now offering: Jewelry, Trinkets and Artifacts! (We can also make Jewelry per order)
Come to Psrk's Shop!
Also, Psrk can modify the look of your weapons/armour/clothes for 100 tria per item.
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An Invitation for participation in the upcoming
Magic fair
at the
Lake of Tears Outpost
Seeking all Masters of the ways who would be interested
in becoming involved with an educational venue,
to show and explain the benefits and attributes of there particular
Magics, and the way
For those of interest, there will be an informal get together up at the Gugrontid Stonehead Tavern
Please contact Resildren Kisto, or any of the Explorers guild
for an invite
(please consider that this is open for all the ways of magic, for the purpose of educating the folks who hold interest in the ways
please check your egos at the door, and know that with knowledge comes growth)
Resi
(ooc) this sat. thru the day I will try to be there
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A Lemur woman wearing a blue headscarf stalks elegantly up to the message board, and tacks up a message with a little more force than strictly necessary.
Citizens of Hydlaa:
Information is sought regarding the desecration of the Iron Temple, which was left strewn with rat parts by some miserable impious wretch. A reward will be given to anyone who provides useful clues to the identity of those responsible. Please speak with Alais Dinnadin.
May Laanx curse those responsible with the dire fate they so richly deserve!
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Greetings, Citizens of Yliakum!
Do you find yourself without a purpose?
Do you find yourself lost in the throng of civilization and wanting a support group?
A group of helping hands and welcoming arms to share your troubles and your triumphs, your joys and sorrows?
Look no further!
You are invited to gather at Kada-El Tavern with the members of The Elite Reign guild, in Hydlaa, the 13th of day of May, at 6PM Mountain time (12 GMT)
Food and drink will be provided to all who attend, and members of The Elite Reign will be there to welcome you, answer your questions, and help ease your way as you learn and develop yourself and your skills here in Yliakum.
We, the members of The Elite Reign, extend our hand in friendship to you all, and hope to see you there!
Safe Travels, friends!
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Prize Fight Death Match
Come see the first title fight between
Kore Fenki Icerra
and
Nolthrir Kolela
In a bout, best-of-five match, with the final matching being to the DEATH!
To be held in two days on [Tuesday June 21st at 9:00 PM EST] just outside the arena. An entrance fee of 1000 trias will be charged to cover costs.
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While most of Hydlaa sleeps, Aramara works tirelessly through the night. Smelting ores in the furnaces until they bled through precious flowing metal and cast solid, heated again in the forge until malleable, and hammering their form flat, Aramara's eyes glow with firelight. While, most of Hydlaa sleeps, Icerra tiptoes across the grass toward the message board, awkwardly clad in oversized breastplate and helm, armed with nothing but a bucket of white paint and brush. With a quick flick of her wrist, she paints over the above post.
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Kavalar walks up to the bilboard, mutters something derogatory about vandals, and places another copy of the announcement.
Come see the first title fight between
Kore Fenki Icerra
and
Nolthrir Kolela
In a bout, best-of-five match, with the final matching being to the DEATH!
To be held in two days on [Tuesday June 21th at 9:00 PM EST] just outside the arena. An entrance fee of 1000 trias will be charged which will also cover your bet. Winners split the pot.
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[An attractively strong female Ylian comes up to the message board and drops her three sacks she is carrying, heavily, to the ground. She squats and begins to root through a sack which she calls her book bag. The Ylian removes a flyer; then stands and puts it on display.]
WAA's Public Archery Outing
The Womens' Archery Association welcome all and any women, who now train or are interested in any use of the bow, to join us for a Bow Hunt and Picnic.
[Saturday, Aug 6 @ 6PM EST]
Any interested lady should gather just across the river on the way to Oja at change of day on Saturday.
Bows will be made available in limited supplies. Please brings bows and arrows if possible.
Food will be on hand to accommodate a party of twelve.
Ladies unable to attend, yet still interested in the sport, should contact any of the following founding members:
- Venorel
- Dannae
- Ellessa
- Heolion
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BoT's Ceremony To Talad
Let Us Give Praise To Talad
The Brotherhood of Talad invites all
citizens to come share a ceremony to
Talad at the Gugrontid Temple.
[Sunday, Aug. 21st @ 7PM EST]
Bring any offerings for the altar which
can be given without attachment. After
the ceremony feel welcome to take from
the altar according to your need.
The Priestess Venorel Weruno will give
a talk on the Lessons of Gugrontid.
All are welcome!
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The Bloodstone Brethren will be hosting this months merchant market in Gugrontid.
Date sat 27th aug
Start time will be 20:00 GMT
Check your time zone here http://www.timeanddate.com/worldclock/converter.html
food and Drink will be set up in the Stonehead tarven
If you need to talk to me baruden etewack send me a groffel or ask any that wear the Bloodstone symbol
I am also look to hire somebody to hand out food and drink that have been made by spafix of the bounty hunters there will be paid for there hard work for the nigh
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Lattia Droghe and Roled Rolak
request the pleasure and honor of yer company fer their marriage ceremony, upon the hillside on the road to Ojaveda, just outside East Hydlaa, by the mountain lake sometimes known as the Pool of Stealth.
Please join us as we ask Xiosia and all the Gods to bless our union, and join us in the Ways of Peace and Love!
After the ceremony there shall be dancing, music, and much to eat and drink!
Please Honor us with yer attendance by letting either Lattia or Roled know of yer intention to be present! Thankee!
May Xiosia Walk with Ye in Yer Dreams!
Lattia and Roled
Please RSVP!
Saturday October 1st
(5 pm Central Daylight USA time, 3 pm Pacific Daylight West Coast time, or 10 pm GMT! (I think!!!))
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Dannae approaches the board reaching to rub the back of her head once more still feeling the sting of the lump there. She is not happy and her expression shows it as she holds her parchment in place to press in a tack.
The notice reads:
Reward Offered
A tall individual, most likely ynnwn or diaboli broke into the Red Crystal Den last night clubbing and knocking out the manager and making off with valuables.
20 circles, many wild flowers, and a weapons glyph were stolen.
If anyone attempts to sell a weapons glyph, please inform me or if you may have any information which leads to the individual's arrest and return of properties.
In another possibly related incident, the DOX guild house door was broken and the library books inside searched.
Reward: 50 circles
Please contact Dannae Reinor with any information regarding either of the above.
Thank you for your support,
Dannae
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*Two Nolthrir work to get a poster nailed down to the board, one serious and focused, the other giggling like a fool. They greet the people that stop to see what the two are up to.*
(http://img39.imageshack.us/img39/6879/ballposterwdate.png) (http://www.hydlaaplaza.com/smf/index.php?topic=40434.0)
*After getting the poster nailed up, they head off to post others along with their new fenki guide.*
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A white furred Enki walks up to the Message board and posts a note that reads:
Korumak The Bard
Known through out offers the following services
For music Music Trading:
Drunken Sailor
Fiddlers Green
Greensleeves
Spancil Hill
Johnny comes marching home
* more to come
Will trade even for music not have in possession
[Traditional/public domain works only]
If you want a copy of said works, and have no works of your own, then costs must cover current price of blank sheet music or a hat that I don't own yet. (Phez's get access to secret stash)
Will transcribe [meaning copy into the game] for commission
[only traditional music, no copyrighted stuff, must send me the sheet music via email]
Private performances inquiries welcome at price negotiated at time of request, no refunds. Discounts to Fenki's of course.
See Korumak of Hydlaa for further information.
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Seeking:
Herablists, alchemists, blue way mages, and anyone with halfway decent medical knowledge.
(Crystal way mages need not apply.)
Contact Alirukell Linesar for details.
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Clad in once-shiny metal armor - rich in history written in the language of scratches, dents and darkened sanguine stains, a diaboli cautiously approached the message board. He removed his helmet and shook his shoulder length, knotted dreadlocks free - letting fresh air in to cool his scalp and his own natural bodily odor out. Looking at the board, he began to examine the previously posted notes - causing alternating hints of amusement and disgust to dance upon his face.
Eyes rolled from side to side, lips stretched unevenly across his cheeks - inhibited by a deep scar that stretched from the corner of his mouth to his ear. He quickly tore away a few recent notes and dropped them upon the ground - mashing them into the mud with the dented toe of his battered boot and a twist of the hip followed by a wad of spit.
From a rough burlap sack, he withdrew a small, carefully written scroll - the handwriting elegant and sleek unlike his own; reeking slightly of lavender and starphire. With a few crude tacks, he stuck it up - leaning on the thumb of his injured sword hand as he pressed each tack in. Reading it over again, he muttered as he read the words:
"In need of custom made trapping and confinement supplies. I need someone who can make cages for containing untamed animals of various sizes, shackles and collars that lock in place, lengths of steel chain barbed with spikes - long and sharp enough to pierce the toughest and thickest of skin, and a host of other devices which employ screws, hinges, blades, springs and other such parts. I'll elaborate with the right person. "
He winced. Something was missing, but what? He drew from his sack a quill and scribbled on the bottom of the scroll in a style of lettering that mostly resembled the former - but not quite:
"I tend to travel quite a bit and can be hard to find. Attach a note with your name and information on where I can find you, and I'll find you."
Having torn and discarded a few more notes for good measure, he reached for the one that mentioned a ball, then stopped himself and walked away - leaving it intact. Slowly the light clanking and squeaking of his armor faded to silence as did his litany of mumbled gripes and swears.
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* An masked Ynnwn walks up to the message board. Proudly, he pins a poster next to the ball one, not checking particularly well whether it will conceal any older messages.
(http://img17.imageshack.us/img17/949/cotposter.png) (http://img17.imageshack.us/img17/949/cotposter.png)
* The Ynnwn admires his work for a while before he turns and leaves.
[ Yes, I know my IC date doesn't match the ones posted above. Deal with it. ]
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An advertisement carved from a slab of reddish wood hangs from the billboard, colourful paints accentuating the words carved into it.
NEED A MASK?
Find Bojahe & Colleler Creations in Hydlaa!
If you don't see us, send a groffel to Chays Colleler, carpenter, or Deror Bojahe, painter and sculptor.
We also do toys, furniture and custom orders. If it's made of wood or clay, commission us today!
Underneath the text, the shape of a mask that would fit over the eyes is carved out of the wood, painted a bright blue with thin silver designs around the edges.
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A note on the message board reads:
The Howling Faire
For those enlightened in the ways of magic dark, and those
who have yet to venture forth, a social gathering has been
slated. Whether you seek an apprentice to teach, a master
from which to learn, or the company of like-minded folks, I
encourage you to attend. It goes without saying, that those
who specialize solely in Crystal way need not attend.
We shall meet with Rulayne just before the sky darkens,
and depart before its sickening glow returns. Our rendezvous
shall occur tonight and tomorrow.
[ As stated, this is a simple, casual role playing event. Just show up and hang out. Stay in character and do what your character would do. Dates and times are Friday and Saturday evening at approximately 11PM US/Eastern. Be there or be square. ]
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[ I'm totally embarrassed to admit that I was unable to attend on both days. Sometimes real life really sucks.... but I'm glad to hear that there was a small gathering anyway. Next time, I'll plan it for say an hour later... ]
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A cloaked figure approaches the billboard, his fist curled tightly around a small, innocent looking piece of parchment. He glances around to make sure that nobody is present, before pasting the paper up to a smooth section of the wall. Turning quickly, he darts away, leaving the threatening letters glaring at his back as he retreats:
Oh lovely citizens of picturesque and thriving Hydlaa
With walls washed white and hearts stained black
Now's the time for my lessons to extend further
Illusions of safety, deluded security, I attack
One small victory your numbers had attained
A stroke of luck, fate's eternal bane
But here I am, returned, still whole
Your effort was in fact, in vain
Before was merely a setting of the stage
Upon which my final scene will play
A puppet master, wielder of strings am I
Tugging and pulling and leading you astray
Now comes the time for a final assertion of prowess!
Now is the time for fear and unsettling
Now to break free of all pretense and politeness!
Now to claim lives, set corpses to fest'ring
Oh dear and wonderful citizens
Eyes wide and innocent and unaware
Are you ready to play my game?
[These letters will be posted in various places where people tend to gather, other than just the billboard. You're free to react and do whatever your character will do, as they will be numerous and widespread. Have fun, kids ;)]
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[can someone tell me how to post an image, so I can put one here?]
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Just replace the URL. Use the preview button before posting...
[img]http://someurl.com/image.jpg[/img]
You can also force it to scale to a smaller size like this:
[img width=250]http://someurl.com/image.jpg[/img]
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A fenki wearing battered plate armor walks up to the message board. She rips several messages off the center of the board, dropping them to the muddy ground. After a large area is cleared, she nails a piece of parchment up. She turns to go, and seems to melt away into the shadows.
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A young Lemur girl reads the previous note and hastily scribbles one of her own, pinning it directly beneath.
"The guards probably read these boards, and you're expressing interest in mind control with what I assume is your name and guild's name. Smart move."
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A dermorian meanders up to the board and reads the sign. His brow furrows, and he shakes his head to and fro with a dissaproving cluck of his tongue. He tears a crisp, clean sheet of paper from his journal and adjusts his spectacles, writing out in a neat and perfectly legible hand:
"Shame, young one. You should not be seeking to use Azure Way for such nefarious purposes. It's people like you that give Masters like me a bad name."
Posting this beneath the sign, he continues to shake his head and mutter to himself as he walks off.
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A diaboli with red, raw flesh from head to toe approaches the board. Despite the burning sensation where his clothing meets, and his skin bends, he looks at the note painfully, then says through a twisted grin,
"Helita eh? This chick's got balls...postin somethin like this... f-ing lunatic's gonna get em lopped off if Jefecra sees this..."
He begins to walk away, then stops and looks back at it again with a slight grin. "An azure way master eh? Ohh I know just where to find one for ya... wonder what ole iron balls here would do in exchange for a hook-up.."
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House Purrty
invites the citizen of the Dome
to celebrate the first obit anniversary of
Lolitra and Celorrim Purrty
in a public tea time on
Treman 11th
Sun, June 24th, 2012
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Dharah walks up and reads the latest announcement. She purses her lips as she scans it for a location or time of day, and her mouth twists when she is unable to find either.
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A female nolthrir approaches the message board slowly, appearing as though she'd rather be elsewhere, but for whatever reason seems compelled to tack the parchment in her hand amongst the rest of the various messages. After locating a spot and fixing her message in place, she turns and begins to walk away with eyes downcast. She stops after no more than several paces, turns back, looks a moment, then re-approches. Lowering a small pack from her shoulder, she withdraws a single flower and tacks it in place over her posting. Once more she strolls off, but now with a partial hint of satisfaction barely visible on her face.
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A dainty lemur nails a note over one of the older bills.
Amateur healer seeking apprenticeship with doctor. Preferably one who deals with ailments of the mind. Contact Daintywhisp Locay via the postal service or this poster.
[There is some blank space beneath the neatly-written text for replies.]
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/me quotes with a small size to leave enough space for others:
The sanatorium appreciates support.
Currently mainly physical healing though.
Dr. Forita, surgeon
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/me puts a small note on the railing:
I forgot a large back pack next to Harnquist; honest finder will get a reward
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*You see neatly written text on a flyer made of good paper that gives off subtle white sparkles*
.o0*""*0o.Great Convention of Magicks.o0*""*0o.
Calling the Magically inclined!
Looking to start your magical training but don't know where to start?
Are you well on the path of your chosen way but need advice on how to take it to the next level?
Are you a Master Looking to share your wisdom?
Please join us in the East Hydlaa Caravan Dock for [Saturday, March 30th] from [17:00 gmt to 21:00 gmt (10 am to 2 pm PDT)].
Scheduled Events_________________
* Parade of Mages
* Master Mages of All Ways Parade
* Master Magic Demonstrations and Lessons
* Crafters of Alchemy and Enchantments
* Convention of the Master Questers
* Dueling with Magic
* The Magical Community Lunch
* Closing Magicians Prayer to the Gods and Goddesses
Come and attend The Great Convention of Magicks and Mages! All skill levels from none to nigh unstoppable welcomed. Come, learn, and socialize at the magical event of the season.
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A figure shrouded in a dark sapphire blue cloak approaches the message board. It bears a farming axe in one hand, a bag that drips a steady splatter of viscous red liquid in the other. The figure pauses before the message board, pulling a disembodied head from the bag. From the looks of the matted hair and dirt caked over the ears, it's probably a less than reputable being. Though the expression of terror in the glazed eyes, and the way the mouth is frozen in a silent scream seems to indicate that it did not die in the most pleasant of ways.
The figure seems to have at least some decency, in that it merely uses the back of the axe to skewer the head to the board with a nail through the ear. Once satisfied that it will not fall, the cloaked being pulls a length of parchment from it's cloak and stuffs one end of it into the head's mouth. The trailing end of the paper has a scrawled note upon it that reads simply:
"You have taken something of mine. I will take it back. For every scream you hear, I will bask in the symphonies of your anguish. For every drop of blood spilt, I will bathe in your deaths a thousand times over. For every whimper and plea you utter, I will crush your bones and grind them into the meal that feeds this level. Your tears will replenish the rain, and I will sleep once more in peace, cocooned in the skin flayed from your flesh.
You have seven days."
The message delivered, the figure merely melts away into the night.
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A message appears on the Hydlaa message board. It is penned neatly on a fresh, crisp parchment.
It reads:
Rigwyn has been jailed and is in urgent need of council
by a member of the Golden Hand Society. He has also
requested a small amount of salve for a little cut that he
says is forming on the base of his tongue. He fears it
might fall off if left untreated.
If you wish to provide council, testify to his character or
pay him a visit while in custody, please contact the
Hydlaa Guard.
[ send me a tell if you wish to partake. ]
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*A woman wanders up to the message board, careful to glance left and right, before placing something against I and gently driving a peg in to hold the letter steady.
I am in need of a devout Dakkruist who would be willing to guide an aged, blind man during his last trip through Her Blessed Realm. Details will be offered per charge of interest.
Merely sign below and I shall contact you.
Assistance appreciated, pay will be offered accordingly.
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[The note pretends to be somewhat burnt from the forge and has a few smudges, as well as Mishka's signature. That's for those of you who don't have much imagination :P]
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Kull walks up to the Hydlaa Message Board and tacks on a small poster, written in excellent cursive.
I seek a Master Weaponsmith to craft a nine foot, long bladed hewing spear. Leave a message with Harnquist the Smith as a response to this poster, and I shall contact you. Payment will be excellent.
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Several posters with the likeness of a dwarf, to someone familiar with the situation recognizable as Herdzig, are placed around town. Below the posters is written:
Lost? Found! If you need assistance, the Dark Empire will be happy to provide.
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[IM or contact in game with proposals.]
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The Dermorian approaches the kiosk gingerly. He takes a beautifully calligraphed scroll from his bag and smooths it out, then tacks it up in a prominent position. Next to the notice he ties a snowbud, tied in a blue and white ribbon. The notice reads:
The Novarti Celebration of Xiosia and Community Feast
The Daughters of Xiosia (DoX) and the Sons of Xiosia (SoX) invite ye all and each to the Novarti Celebration of Xiosia followed by a breaking of fast with a Community Feast!
The Celebration be open to all, no matter which Goddess or God ye may follow. T'will include readings from The Way of Peace, chanting upon the Balance of Xiosia, reflections upon our Goddess' poetry and dancing round the Sacred Tree. The Celebration welcomes new members into DoX, notably Aleeane the Healer, as well as reflections upon the Daughters and Sons who have passed into the Crystal.
Following the Sacred Celebration be a Breaking of Fast with all of our Citizens of the Dome, with lush foods and libations provided by the largesse of those what can do so and bring with 'em.
Please to see the Priestess Siteya of the Daughters, or the Dermorian Roled Rolak of the Sons, if ye has questions or would like to offer yer services within the reading and dancing and food bringing to the celebration! We do especially ask fer pie.
May Xiosia dance in your Dreams
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[Saturday December 21 a 1 pm PST I think that's 9 pm GMT but please check it for your own timezone!]
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A clamod walks up to the message board in Hydlaa and posts a flyer up.
Seeking artisans for hire for a future gathering. Musicians, artists, song writers, and story tellers desired. Pay negotiable. Inquiry with Sacho for more information.
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[Yes, I'm necro-ing all these bulletin board threads, as its hard enough to get in touch with each other these days to rp, and folks may not be checking the in-game boards, where you will find these notes. I apologize if that inconveniences anyone.]
Azhord 31 [10/29 - early AM EST]
[The note is hastily scrawled and barely legible]
Calling all powerful Mages, and friends of Allena:
I have been allowed inside the remains of Allena's mind, and spoken with the purple flame that resides there now. It calls itself "Spawn" from the references made to it in a previous battle.
It plans to leave Amdeneir hospital soon, when it can do so quietly, and hopes to "help" all of us by sending us into nothingness.
It unfortunately has been strengthened by some well-meaning magic, and feels it can take on its opponents with "the girl" and "the monster" out of the way.
We need mages - of all Ways and kinds - to gather together to stop her, first and foremost, and then perhaps recover Allena's mind.
Gather in the Amdeneir Hospital, or speak to Geoni or Sarras, and at least keep her from leaving!
[The note is unsigned]
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