\"get up, yer here\" shouts the peddler as he pokes One with a warty finger.
\"i\'m at the temple?\" i ask, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
\"no, but its as far as i\'m taking you.\" he says, muttering about \"goddamn preists,\" and \"how am i going to feed my family?\"

gingerly assisted from the peddler\'s wagon into a suitably placed pile of muck, i thank the man and wipe my scaptulae as clean as possible and gather in my surroundings

all around me there are buildings and stalls, wooden buildings with straw or occasionally tiled roofs.  some are large and many stories, some are small and ramshackle.  Everywhere there are people showing their wares;

\"Fresh fish!\"
\"Best jerky this side of the river!\"
\"Get your ails cured by Madame Aliara here!\"

As i am not here to shop, i decide to find a communual place to find out where i am.  before me is one of the larger buildings, with a creaking sign swining in the now chilly breeze.  It reads \"The Rambling Minstrel\", and depicts a colourfully dressed jester playing the drawstring brue, and frothing at the mouth.  despite the weather worn sign, this place does not look in any state of disrepair... I step through the doorway

no choruses of voices united in drunken song. No pretty wenches taking orders for food, drink (or more). No dodgy, shady figures in the corners polishing their daggers.  No hotly contested card games, or burly men fighting over who\'s ale that was in the mug which is now smashed on the wall above the fireplace...

\"sure is empty here\" i say to no one in particular, which is correct, as there is no one to talk to, except the barman, who is looking at me in a strange way.

The barman is a short, muscly man, who could have been a blacksmith, no unusual charactersistics about him, besides an extremely red (and sore) bald head and face.

\"great, another foreigner! what do YOU want with my small establishment? The last one who came here set everyone\'s hair alight as a \'practical joke\'.\"
\"i am sorry to hear that, my name is One, i am on my way to the grand temple of Aliathi to continue my training as a preist\"
\"damn preists...\"
\"have you any food or drink for sale, good sir?\"
\"aye we have whats on tap, but no food until one of the girls gets here, you\'ll have to wait until then.\"
\"i\'ll have a tankard of ale,\" i say as i wipe a patch of filfth from my robe that i missed before \"and make it a large one\"

the barman stares at me without changing his composure, except maybe a slight stern look at my pouch.  i take it off and jingle it for him.

\"coming right up, welcome to The Rambling Minstrel!\"

Ominous crack of thunder sounds from outside, and the barman chuckles: \"wizards curse, happens everytime i welcome someone, but it didnt have the desired effect, i love it\"

the ale is frothy and watered down, but i am glad of its luke-warm company. I sit at a table close to the fire, and admire the chain of ears hanging over the hearth. the plaque reads \"those who couldn\'t pay\".

and so i wait for someone freindly who can perhaps tell me where i am...

lol One was taken so i used something else, however i wont be playing for a while, and i made 3 accounts.

it would be good if you could recieve email notification of your player registration with your username and password, so you dont forget (like i have)

i\'m hooked on it, i have ready every day of comics throughout the 5 year span, and go on every day to see the new cartoon. hell its my homepage!

bun-bun the mini lop rabbit is so cool in holiday wars, it stems from when he accidentally kills the easter bunny while riding Riff\'s Mk2 robot to rob a bank, and inherits the powers of the easter bunny.  The only way to get rid of them is to get all the holidays and use a mystical egg to set the rules on holidays again.  he has to kill the \"alien DNA mutated santa\" and haloween too, its so ace, you have to read.

there is more to being a theif than pickpocketing.


theives are renowned for having natural and manipulative charisma, which would reduce shop prices.  also there should be a theif guild from where you can run jobs such as stealing from merchants to equip the guild in lavish luxuries, or stealing jewels to use in a lavish scheme to blackmail a noble.  this is what theives SHOULD do.

i think mmorpgs these days are 90% mmo, and only 10% rpg.

a shame really, i love AD&D, i\'m either a CE mage or theif, lots of fun when there are paladins around *evil grin*