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Tuesday, March 23rd, 2010
- All About Bronwyn
Ten Top Trivia Tips about Bronwyn

1.  Pacman was originally called Bronwynman.

2.  A rhinoceros horn is made from compacted Bronwyn!

3.  Some hotels in Las Vegas have Bronwyn floating in their swimming pools!

4.  A female ferret will die if it goes into heat and cannot find Bronwyn.

5.  The water in oceans is four times less salty than the water in Bronwyn!

6.  Red Bronwyn at night, shepherd's delight. Red Bronwyn at morning, shepherd's warning.

7.  Bronwyn is the only metal that is liquid at room temperature.

8.  Bronwyn is the oldest playable musical instrument in the world!

9.  There are now more than 4000 satellites orbiting Bronwyn!

10.  Some people in Malaysia bathe their babies in beer to protect them from Bronwyn.

(Per an internet meme.)

I really question the validity of statement 10.  Bathing ANYTHING in beer will definitely not protect it from Bronwyn.  In fact, it will probably do the opposite.

current mood: amused

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Saturday, September 10th, 2005
- Is the Apocalypse at Hand? The Champions Walk Again? - Entry of Zytra, Azran Priestess
Alas, I pen this entry as rumors swarm about that our fair realm is placed in peril. Though I knowest not the truth, I fear there is validity to such claims. I have heard the powerful and just Romero is wed to one of the Holy Champions of Lys, an honor that dates back to a time mortals can only recall in passing legend. If the Champions have truly made a return to the realms, we are in more dire straits than I had even realized.

As I have no way of attaining knowledge of the future, I shall drink a glass, sing a merry tune, dance a joyous dance, and pray that I awaken the next day able to do the same.

current mood: curious

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Wednesday, December 15th, 2004
- It's Definitely Not Quiet, Western Front or Not - Felix's Entry
Although Arizel has been spending a large amount of time with her family, I find myself still traveling with Midnight Valor in an attempt to right the wrongs spreading throughout the realm. I believe it is part of the responsibility I have shouldered, and I shall see it through to the end.

Recently, the travels have been more difficult. Ourselves and a small contingent sit and await a second onslaught, and perhaps after that a third. While I understand these creatures pose a threat, I question what good we are doing in the position we now reside. Will we truly be able to beat back such terrible fiends borne of something beyond our understanding? In the first conflict, we lost several strong in our ranks. How many more are we to lose? I sense more at hand than meets the eye. As things become more apparent to me, perhaps I shall pen my thoughts once again. In the meantime, I only hope we come out stronger than we have entered, and infinitely wiser.

current mood: contemplative

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Wednesday, July 14th, 2004
- Why Midnight Valor Isn't a Superhero Team - Dorian's Article
Did you ever wonder why we're adventurers instead of a superhero team? Thanks to another form of gnomish divination, I have been able to prove precisely why this isn't the case!

Your Superhero Persona
by couplandesque
Your Name
Superhero NameManic-Depressive Man
Super PowerCan Cry On Command
EnemyMartha Stewart
Mode Of TransportationScooter
WeaponTampons
Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!


First of all, they have Gwenn's superpower all wrong. Cry on command? That sounds more like D'nor than Gwenn. For some reason, however, I *can* picture Gwenn on a scooter...

Your Superhero Persona
by couplandesque
Your Name
Superhero NameCaffeine Boy
Super PowerX-Ray Vision
EnemyThe Gangsta
Mode Of TransportationGiant Hamster Named Skippy
WeaponBeer Bottle
Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!


This one fits a bit better, but let's face it: A superhero with a giant hamster named Skippy is pretty lame.

And let's try one more:

Your Superhero Persona
by couplandesque
Your Name
Superhero NameMullet Man
Super PowerGhetto Booty
EnemyFrozen Corpse Of Walt Disney
Mode Of TransportationMotorcycle
WeaponCondoms
Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!


Sion in a clashing skirt is frightening enough; we DEFINITELY don't need to see him in the forbidden mullet hairdo. I don't know what sort of power "Ghetto Booty" would be considered, and to be honest, I REALLY don't want to know.

I am certain from the above examples it has become quite obvious why Midnight Valor is an adventuring group instead of a superhero organization.

current mood: hungry

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Wednesday, June 16th, 2004
- Dorian's Discovery - A Random Entry
After more research, I have found terrible proof that Fwit's nut-punching will get out of hand in the near future, perhaps to the destruction of himself and those around him. Using a form of popular dwarven numerology, this is what my trained panel of experts has discovered:

Your Homicidal Rampage! by crash_and_burn
Your name:
Weapon of Choice:Laser gun
Your Favorite Target:Emo-kids
Your Kill Count:1,678,673,705
Your Battle Cry:"Mutha fuckaaaaaaas!"
Years You Spend in Jail:45
How Much Money In Damages You Cause:$219,196,677,334,546
Your Homocidal Insanity Level:: 52%
Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!


Does that look like the result of a mentally stable humanoid? (All right, I admit, the laser gun is pretty sweet, but still...) I urge Fwit to turn away from his life of placing other men in pain as he has been and to continue on the straight and narrow, else he turn out this way...

current mood: indescribable

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Friday, May 28th, 2004
- Contemplations of an Earth Priest
We're hanging out in ShadowCreek now, biding our time to return favor for past agreement. Honestly, it's not what I'd like to spend my time doing, but it doesn't seem like we have much choice in the matter. I didn't get to live to be this old by pissing off big baddies with lots of power. Might as well just get it out of the way and be done with it.

The temple is probably going to be looking into that rule I broke. I know it wasn't the best idea to go against the rules set forth by the temples, but it was the only way I could think of to stop that elemental from eating them outright. It worked, so I guess that's what counts in this case.

Tyler's safe and sound, but I wish I could say the same for my folks. In any case, the Floating City seems a distance away. I can only hope we'll make it there in time...

current mood: indescribable

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Sunday, April 25th, 2004
- DM Announcement
Thank you to all players that made the Decade Party a success. Here's to a great ten years of gaming, and may it continue for ten more! : )

current mood: pleased

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Saturday, March 27th, 2004
- The Solution to All Our Problems - Dorian's Entry
Part of the downfall with the Godfinder solved by gnomes? While everyone is (rightfully) still skeptical, the gnomes have apparently created a machine to analyze the birth names of creatures on Terra to determine what they would become in the event they ever managed to ascend to godhood. Just in from my connections in the shadow temple, I present the Gnomish God Prediction Device, Mark I! I will use a couple of party members' names as examples. Don't worry, I don't think any of us are the missing god in the pantheon. The results of their little test probably explain why not every mortal is able to become a god. : p

Become a God or Goddess. by zerogirl
Name:
God/Goddess ofCreativity
Element:Metal
Animal Companion:Eagle
Weak againstAcid
Weapon:Sword
Created with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!


Become a God or Goddess. by zerogirl
Name:
God/Goddess ofLife
Element:Metal
Animal Companion:Lion
Weak againstLightning
Weapon:AK-47
Created with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!


Become a God or Goddess. by zerogirl
Name:
God/Goddess ofWar
Element:Wind
Animal Companion:Lion
Weak againstCoffee
Weapon:Sword
Created with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!


Become a God or Goddess. by zerogirl
Name:
God/Goddess ofPorn
Element:Earth
Animal Companion:Beetle
Weak againstWater
Weapon:Lance
Created with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!


And there you have it. I suppose having Sunblade as a sister (even an adopted one), it would make sense that Porn Gods would run in the family. Following these results, I honestly don't believe the gnomish calculations have any merit whatsoever. Let's face it: If the current War God died, there is NO WAY Sion would be stepping in instead. I have to admit that the gnomes provided me with a solid source of entertainment, though.

current mood: amused

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Thursday, March 18th, 2004
- The Search for a Clue Begins - Oren's Entry
Oren:

After all the excitement about Sunblade settling down, everyone decided to try and figure out what we were supposed to be doing next. Although we had information about what was going on over in the kingdom we inadvertently messed up, we started poking our nose around to see if we could get out of being arrested after the prevention of the apocalypse. (It's a long story. If you don't know, just don't ask.) So far we don't have much to go on, so it looks like we'll be tracking down a dwarf. At least wherever there are dwarves, there is ale.

Things haven't been too good for Midnight Valor. Between people getting themselves killed and making themselves more stupid than usual, we've had a rough time of it. With any luck, maybe the vampire will come to get us and save us all the trouble of trying to get there. It would be even better if the vampire brought us something to drink.

We have Sion back. I suppose that's something. I'd much rather have a headache than a midget gopher trying to look fierce hanging around.

current mood: indifferent

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Monday, March 8th, 2004
- Farewell to a Friend - Dorian's Entry
I never expected to leave my home city, even though I really didn't like the path my life seemed like it was going to take. When I saw an opportunity to travel and get out of that place, I took it immediately. I started out as a translator, but I got other skills quickly enough. I visited a lot of cool places, met a lot of cool people...

Out of everyone I knew, I never thought he would be the one to die.

When the chips were down, he was always looking out for me. He had no mercy for those that harmed me, always made sure I was paid, and treated me fairly. Now that he's gone, there will never be anyone to replace him.

I still don't understand why he had to die, why he kept talking, why he didn't let Arizel intervene on his behalf... I guess there are a lot of things I don't understand. I don't know if I'll ever be able to understand them.

It's strange, this empty sensation I have. I feel like I'm watching someone's life through my own eyes. I see it, I notice it, but I don't respond, almost like it has no effect on me, even though I know it does or it should. It's being adrift in the middle of nothing, and I can't help but wonder if I'll see shore again anytime soon...

Goodbye, Belgrim. I will miss you.

current mood: depressed

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Sunday, February 8th, 2004
- What Have I Gotten Myself Into? - Caparina's Entry
When I agreed to assist Midnight Valor, I realized it might not all be fun and demon slaying. However, this is not what I had expected.

On some level, it seems like I have intruded on a large-scale personality conflict, an emotional warground, and a contest of wills. I came armed to fight demons, but I did not come with spells and weaponry to prepare for a battle between comrades. While I do not imagine Morna, Gwenn, or Ulrich turning to physically strike another member of their group with their weapon of choice, the environment is one of discord and dissatisfaction. I do not know their history, nor do I seek to pass judgement. In fact, I hardly think I am in a position to resolve their difficulties. However, I will offer what medical support I can and help where an extra hand is necessary. I will slay demons and evildoers when they appear, and promote good deeds. I will also intervene if it appears someone else is in danger of losing their free will to choose, for it is evil to enslave. As for healing their emotional wounds, that will be up to Midnight Valor themselves; I have no cure for a bleeding heart or a wounded mind. May they learn to walk in peace and serenity.

current mood: worried

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Saturday, January 31st, 2004
- HL 24, WD:ACM 639 – Row, Row, Row Your Boat? – Dorian’s Entry
We finally got our paladin mess cleared up, though we had to reside in the least fun place in existence to do it. Well, I suppose it isn't exactly cleared up, but in the very least it is now someone else's problem and not ours. That suits me just as well. Now we’re in the process of cleaning up what looks to be a fairly daunting mess we left behind with the voodoo doll fiasco. However, as we are still alive after that encounter, acting as clean-up crew is probably better than what might have happened if someone hadn’t spoken up.

On the other hand, getting there without getting nuked or trampled is going to suck.

The higher-up undead HAVE to know that some group of stupid adventurers are going to try to stop them. While they might not believe we have any prayer of succeeding, they’re probably going to be expecting someone to try. Getting there is going to be most of the problem. How are we going to reach something that far out in the ocean without being shot down on the way? (Personally, I think a submarine would be really sweet, but I don’t think the rest of the group is too keen on that plan.) Even after getting there, we’re going to have to find someplace to hang out that might be relatively safe so we can use it as a base. Depending on the sea elves is not a possibility, since they have their own problems to worry about. We’re going to try to hookup with some of my local connections once we get over there, but that will only work if we have something with which to barter. Of course, with the state that place is in, it’s a safe bet that transport is about the only thing they’ll be willing to negotiate for, so this brings up back to our first point of difficult: How are we getting there?

Man, I wish building a hedge maze would solve all our problems.

current mood: contemplative

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Friday, January 23rd, 2004
- HL 21, SD: ACM 639 - Prepubescent Paladins: What Is the World Coming To? - Dorian's Entry
One of the most famous paladins the world has ever seen is now stuck in the body of a seven-year-old, courtesy of Midnight Valor. I know my fellow party members didn't intend to have her stuck in that form when they used the magic, but I don't know what possessed them to spin "Unkie Al's Wheel of Fortune" in the first place. For cripe's sake, the guy's a two-foot tall PSYCHO! It was bad enough when Gwenn ended up in there, from what I understand.

Anyway, so now we have this paladin, so we sort of have to deal with it, especially since she's torn between acting her chronologic age and acting her *real* one. Fwit seems to get along particularly well with her. On some level, that scares me. Hopefully she won't end up learning to hit people in the nuts, since that's probably against the paladin's code of honor. That halfling upstart had better not corrupt her. We're going to take her to the temple before he has a chance, though. He seems innocent enough, but that kid's pretty darn sneaky.

As if matters weren't complicated enough, there was apparently a "hole" in the magic that made her seven years old. There's a slow power leak that will cause her holy powers to get weaker and weaker until they no longer exist. It was estimated she has about three years before she loses all her abilities as a warrior. I hope they find a way to deal with it. Seven years old or not, she has made a lot of powerful enemies that are going to be coming after her when they see an opportunity.

Why do I have the feeling this might suck a bit?

current mood: surprised

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Saturday, January 17th, 2004
- Viewpoint of a Pixie - Whisper's Entry
::written in a strange splice of pixie, elven, and druidic::

Although my heart is gladdened to see Midnight Valor reunited, it is saddened at the same time. There has been much conflict and suspicion, but it has not been reserved for those that oppose. Instead it has been directed at other companions. It is my hope that negative feelings will be dispelled once a course of action is decided. Action can be unifying. It is what keeps the wolf pack together, the unity of survival, the instinct of the hunters as well as the hunted.

I believe the woman they speak of may have passed through my forest many years ago and met up with a small sparrow. This was at a time when blue dragons flew over our borders in the night sky and the bears became restless, attacking trespassers. And I remember a knight, an elven knight with beautiful blonde hair. I wanted to talk to him and ask him about the dragons, but I was told not to approach because there were dangerous people near him. The dragons were eventually driven away, but I noticed that even after the dragons were gone, we stopped seeing all signs of travelers until that day my friends were taken from me. I wish that my new friends remember to behave like the wolf pack and that I will not have these friends taken from me, too.

current mood: worried

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Friday, January 9th, 2004
- A Relatively Short Rant by Dorian
They actually forgot me.

After all that talk about teamwork and camaraderie, they left me behind. I realize that I wasn't with them when they ventured between planes, but I elected to stay behind. While I did stay behind to get information, I also realized it was likely that I would be a liability where they were going, since I have no magical skills and my fighting leaves something to be desired. I figured we'd all catch up when they got back, and we did. They talked of going back to another city, and I thought I'd be going, too.

That's when I found out they took off without me. A stupid Gnomemobile came to the outskirts of the city, and they told me they had left and remembered to come back for me as an afterthought. I didn't want to go with them after that. Who would?

Sorry, we forgot all about you. We're implying your unimportance and insignificance, but we'd like you to come along now that we remembered.

I'm also really sick of everyone throwing my feelings for Arizel back in my face. She's made it damn clear she wants nothing to do with me and I'm fed up with everyone reminding me or trying to use it as a bargaining chip. It's like everyone else is trying to lead me on and trying to get me to do things on the belief that Arizel will suddenly change her mind. I've come to realize that she won't. She never will. You know what? That's okay. If people would stop poking me in the side with that every chance they got, I might even be a better person for it. It was a crush, an admiration, because she was so quietly knowledgeable, and moved through difficult terrain with such grace and ease. She impressed me a lot, and I tried to impress her back. It didn't work, and I don't need people reminding me about it over and over again. Just because I am human doesn't mean you can use that however you like. If Sunblade hadn't been there, I don't know if I would have gone back. Felix is cool, and Belgrim wouldn't have forgotten, but I'm sick and tired of having who I am being used as leverage by the rest of you (except maybe Sion). Hell, even the kid, Fwit, tries it on me. Enough's enough.

current mood: angry

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Friday, January 2nd, 2004
- And So It Goes - Dorian's Entry
Well, the crew just got back after being gone for two or three weeks Terra Time. I don't know how long it felt like they were on that other plane, but it seems like they thought they had been gone for a longer period of time.

Things around here were pretty hectic while they were gone, but I can say I've had a lot of fun. I've managed to get in pretty good with the guilds around here, and they gave me a couple odd jobs to do for them while I'm in the neighborhood. I didn't get any important assignments, but I suppose we all have to start someplace. The undead attacked us a couple times, and I got a halfway decent glimpse at the ancient demonic sea dragon. It would have been a better glimpse, I'm sure, if I hadn't been running away at the time. However, I didn't feel like getting a closer look from the inside of its mouth. Can't blame a guy for valuing his life, right?

Although it's been cool the past couple weeks, I've sort of missed Midnight Valor. It just wasn't the same without them around. I'm glad that soon we will be back on the road together, and I look forward to the craziness that will ensue.

current mood: excited

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Friday, December 12th, 2003
- Different Plane, Same Type of Story - Oren's Entry
Although we've come to a different plane on another realm, it seems Dorian has still been with us, as we have met a race of creatures whose attitudes strangely remind me of his antics. Perhaps they're a little less mischevious, but they're definitely as obsessed with their looks. Thankfully we haven't run into any races that remind me of some of the more psychotic individuals we've met on our travels, but I have to keep remembering that we're not done here yet.

On this realm as a whole, however, Midnight Valor has pissed off far less people. If only this trend would continue on Terra. Perhaps then we wouldn't have to worry about ninja attacking Sion in the middle of the night and the current undead attack on our base city. If I were the Queen, I'd be about ready to kick us out. We may have saved her ambassador, but we were also the ones who killed him.

I'm starting to get a bad feeling about this magic item Ver'e sent us to find. After speaking with the drow-like woman in the forest, I admit to feeling more uneasy.

The astral gnome has been strangely quiet. This also makes me uneasy.

current mood: contemplative

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Saturday, November 15th, 2003
- PS Second Week: ACM 639 - Pillows and Feasts - Dorian's Entry
Things around here have been completely crazy. Sure, Midnight Valor might be known for it’s crazy weeks, but that’s why I like being here: This is where the action is. I like things on the wild side, so it’s all right with me.

Gwenn’s started to cook. Actually, she’s pretty good. She makes all kinds of stuff: Pancakes, desserts, meat with booze… Nice wide variety. Hell, even Fwip liked the meat, but Ulrich and Meir complained a bit. Personally, I think it was good for Meir. Most of his diet consists of stuff on the more elfy side of the tracks (and that’s probably why he gets so winded running all the time), and his big culinary weakness is PASTRIES for crying out loud! If he wants to be more of a man, he should start eating like one. As for Ulrich, he doesn’t know how to have fun. Granted, he’s not much of a complainer, but when he opens his mouth, it’s usually isn’t anything nice. Criticism is fine and all (half the world thinks we’re morons anyway), but I’d like an alternative or two so I can have a better chance of SAVING MY ASS! About the only exception to this seems to be when he talks to Whisper. He’s always very nice to her and never seems to lose patience or cut her down. Maybe I need to get myself a pair of wings to get respect from druids. Fairy wings WOULD be pretty spiffy…

Later on in the week, Belgrim challenged me to get five working girls to pay me the money he paid them without stealing it back. They had to give it back to me voluntarily, and I had to convince them to give it back. I used my “uncontrollable laughing power” on one of them and told the rest I had cursed their friend. For a fee, I explained, I would reverse the curse. Three of them paid up, one paid extra, and the first girl stopped laughing. They looked at me suspiciously, but I convinced them that I had in fact lowered the fee because they were so charming. I then offered to play some nasty tricks on a girl they didn’t like, and that answer seemed to satisfy them. (She promptly took a nice fall that night from marbles on her front steps, found that someone had short-sheeted her working area, and had mixed paints and inks into her makeup kit - too bad she didn’t notice BEFORE she put it on, because that probably won’t come off for at least a few days.) The six of us were entertained the entire night, mostly by spying on the misfortunes of their coworker. I have a feeling Belgrim believes I ‘entertained’ them in another fashion, but I’m not a big fan of town horse rides.

The priests locked us up in prison because they thought we stole their staff (even though we were returning it from those who had stolen it). We had to wait until they determined Oren’s innocence. Now we’re in these really cushy rooms with nice pillows. I think I could get used to this!

I wish the group wouldn’t get so down on themselves all the time. They’re not bad people, even though Fwip can get really annoying. Instead, Sion’s down on himself (partially because he spent a night with a blue dragon), Gwenn has been paranoid people are out to kill her, and Morna was snippy (mostly because Meir stayed behind to study). They’ve been missing the important things: Sion has been writing some pretty sweet songs (which I initially believed nearly impossible, but he has been proving me wrong). Gwenn has been doing very well with her reading and writing lessons from me (and in her cooking lessons from Oren), and no one came to get her. Last but not least, the mage was practically guaranteed to come back because even if he was attacked on the road, Morna would have taken the damage upon herself, Oren and Ulrich would have healed her, and Meir would have been safe. Hopefully sleeping in the comfortable pillows will help their temperments.

current mood: optimistic

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Wednesday, November 12th, 2003
- PS 9, WD:ACM 639 – Strained Greetings – Hope’s Entry
Although forced smiles and cordial greetings with an undertone of contempt are not strangers to this Tower, the tension has been increasing as of late. The High Master seems to have been under-the-weather recently, allowing the remaining High Three to dictate Council actions the majority of the time. As a greeter, I am not privy to further information about the High Master’s current situation, but I am certainly concerned.

The battle with the demonic sea dragon continues to progress, although slowly. Because the artifact fails to function under water, it seems they are attempting to lure it back into the sea. Unfortunately, the opponent is quite cunning and this will prove challenging, particularly with confirmed reports that the creature can teleport. Entrapment will most likely result in rapid escape unless teleportation, astral travel, portals, AND planar travel are blocked, at least according to rumor. We have consulted our tactical expert, but he is currently preoccupied with research involving the proper construction of “Project Soul Freedom”. I do not know the details of his research, but it has seemed to be of significant importance, as the Council has not appeared to openly object.

Applications and visits have dropped dramatically since the demonic sea dragon appeared in our area of the world. It is rumored that it may have journeyed from the Lost Continent. Dante has not been available for comment. Although my duties are less in number, they have increased in importance, as two others and myself are the first line of defense at the front door. Since an incident that occurred nearly a year ago, we have been much more cautious. The three of us are well recognized and trusted within the Tower hierarchy. If one of us were to fall victim to a mind-controlling power, the effects could be devastating, particularly in this time of higher security.

The situation here remains questionable, but I remain ever vigilant.

current mood: determined

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Thursday, October 30th, 2003
- Tricks and Treats: What Gaming and Halloween Have In Common
My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
AllMighty_DM goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as Sylverlyn.
angiihimemiya gives you 1 light blue cherry-flavoured gummy bats.
gwennazure tricks you! You lose 1 pieces of candy!
morna_ekstasis gives you 19 dark green banana-flavoured nuggets.
sion_the_bard gives you 18 red mint-flavoured pieces of bubblegum.
smilemoreb gives you 14 light yellow blueberry-flavoured jelly beans.
AllMighty_DM ends up with 51 pieces of candy.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.


I'm very surprised that Gwenn didn't hand over her entire candy haul to Sylverlyn! Everyone else seemed *more* than happy to dish out to the evil Archmage. Then again, I don't think I'd want an evil Archmage mad at me for failing to fork over a flavored Tootsie Roll.

current mood: mischievous

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