Search found 8 matches
- Wed Mar 01, 2006 1:26 pm
- Forum: Brainstorming
- Topic: Bringing retired characters back
- Replies: 30
- Views: 8847
Setting up a player's *right* to do it would simply promote what should be a very rare occurance. I think Fionn touches on something here, which is that there could be circumstances when returning a retired PC makes excellent RP. Let's say *hypothetically* a year after the war in WF the shadow of t...
- Sun Jan 29, 2006 8:31 pm
- Forum: ALFA Library
- Topic: The Great War - from a former Scoutblades perspective
- Replies: 12
- Views: 6156
- Mon Jan 16, 2006 2:00 pm
- Forum: ALFA Library
- Topic: A multi-story
- Replies: 15
- Views: 7692
In the Palace of Souls, the little barber Gorric slipped up the spiral stair to Vyshan's tower room as softly as a cat. The walls were dry and flaky with cracked render, but the steps were treacherous with some noxious slime. Gorric thought the stuff was probably a summons wrought by the mage, but i...
- Wed Jan 04, 2006 1:45 pm
- Forum: ALFA Library
- Topic: A multi-story
- Replies: 15
- Views: 7692
- Mon Nov 14, 2005 12:47 pm
- Forum: ALFA Library
- Topic: Punishment Endured
- Replies: 6
- Views: 3026
- Wed Sep 14, 2005 2:04 am
- Forum: ALFA Library
- Topic: To sing a Song of Mischief and finally of Shadows
- Replies: 12
- Views: 5375
- Thu Apr 21, 2005 12:07 am
- Forum: ALFA Library
- Topic: Calloway's Song
- Replies: 2
- Views: 1876
ballads
I thought I'd like to RP a bard that people might actually listen to - you know, ballads like the old days with at least one death, a few jokes and a shagging scene. And short. I just wish I had half Bill Bailey's talent! "A Proper Love Song" - Bill Bailey I was alone; my heart was cold, i...
- Tue Apr 19, 2005 12:10 am
- Forum: ALFA Library
- Topic: Calloway's Song
- Replies: 2
- Views: 1876
Calloway's Song
See yonder traveller with his pony Down by the riverside he sleeps - So raise a glass to those who wander Who come to you with melodies. For mossy stones are 'ere our pillow And icy brooks our washing-pail But golden sunbeams are our lovers The road our boat, the wind our sail. But when it rains, it...