Geelef

(Nice!) What's that? Geelef looked at two bright lights, his eyes still tired from last night. Oh, it's you Cath... The tiger's head was hovering above his face, her eyes seemed to be yellowish white lights. 'Get off me, will ya?' With a loving growl Catherine jumped off her boss, her tail moving from left to right, in an exiting way. 'Yeah, I know. It's good to have some food in you stomach again, isn't it?' Geelef said, while he got dressed. He looked around him, to see an old, almost ancient room, made solely out of the best Birch, the windows were flanked by white curtains, almost as white as the pearls dangling from the roof. 'Those people are so nice for us, and still we can't stay any longer.' Geelef spoke Cath, as she could understand him. And indeed, her eyes narrowed at the words 'can't stay'. Geelef seemed to have noticed it, because he said, 'We got more important things to do, and you know it.' Geelef's mind went back to that day, almost two years ago. He was in a grey cel, a few iron bars replaced the door. A tall guard, dressed in green, opened the door and grabbed Geelef by his wrist. 'You're gonna see the Head.' was the only thing the guard said. Geelef, wondering what he was meeting the Head for, just walked along. His thoughts were interrupted by the voice of Miss Gandra calling him for breakfast. He shook his head. 'That's something we can't help anymore, can we?' he said, smiling faintly. *** After Geelef had eaten and said goodbye and thanks to the old couple, he walked into the forest once more, his backpack filled with all types of food, Cath walking happily next to him. After a few hours the two friends reached a hill. On top of it was an old tree, totally white and without leaves. 'Ah, finally, the Tree of Sightings. It took us much longer as last time, didn't it?' Geelef laid down his staff and his backpack, put off his cloak, revealing a complex Elvish sign on the back of his green shirt. 'Watch out for those, will you?' he asked Catherine. A growl told him she'd stay put. Then he climbed in the tree, heading for the highest branch. When he arrived there, he knocked on it five times. The branch started to twist and reshaped, until Geelef was standing on a pretty large platform. 'Now, let's see how Cassa looks like after all those years... Oh, a whole new block! I gotta check that out... How's that pub of mine doing lately?' His eyes closed a bit, giving him a sharper view of a old, shabby pub in the west of Cassa. 'Ah no, it's closed. I knew I couldn't trust that dwarf...' After a few minutes of intense looking Geelef jumped down, landing softly on the ground. 'Well Cath, it seems Cassa is still the same. Now, let's go and look for a place to spend the night.' He picked up his belongings and patted Cath on her head. 'That old pub of mine is closed, so -' He was interrupted by a roar of anger, coming out of Cath's mouth. 'Yeah I know, it won't be easy to find a place to rest now...' It was almost night when Geelef and Catherina arrived at Cassa. Since he didn't want any trouble, Geelef went to a guard first, showing him that Cath wasn't agressive. When they went in the guard's office, that guard jumped up at the sight of the white tiger. 'Wha - I-is t-t-this a r-robery?' His voice trembled with fear. 'No, ofcourse not.' Geelef replied. 'I know most people are kinda scared for Catherina. So she might not be allowed into Cassa. I just wanted to show she isn't that bad at all, and I was hoping for some papers which show Cath is allowed to the city.' The guard sat back in his chair again, not knowing what to think of this all. 'Err, yeah. OK, you have to prove me she's not violent though, I can't let her in if she is.' Geelef nodded. 'What do you want her to do?' he asked. 'Well, as far as I know only once before a tiger wanted to enter Cassa. Back then that tiger had to stay in a room full with prey - birds and bunnies and such. That tiger didn't hurt anyone of those, so it was allowed in.' Geelef smiled. 'Yeah, that was Catherina. We lived here for the next three years, and she didn't hurt anyone at all.' 'Oh. OK; I guess there's no point in taking that test again. Do you have the former papers still with you? Just to make sure she really did that test.' 'Ah yes. Here they are.' Geelef reached into his backpack, pulling out two yellow sheets, dirty after the long travels. 'They're a bit dirty, but readable.' The guard looked over the papers, nodding and humming a bit. 'Yeah, these seem to be in order. I'll write you new right now.' Three minutes later Geelef and Cath were outside again, new papers in Geelef's backpack. 'OK; just some place to rest now...'

I know... It was really nice back then... *wipes away a small tear* Just plain roleplaying, nothing that disturbed it... But all good things eventually fade, only to leave evil behind. Remember when you (atleast I guess it was you) that HML might go on forever - back then it was realism, right now it's something we can only dream of...

Lol, it seems I'm winning

I don't think it's just the slow down message. I think I once had a little conversation over a channel, there were about three lines visible. Then, a few people hit enter fast after eachother, and some previous lines popped up.

Well, actually Grahms is about just as far (if not further) as the one in DP. But you're right, I'd like a storage in WSC too; maybe in the city itself (lotsa unused buildings anyway)

It also seems very dependant on the type of comp you have, I personally can see the difference between day and night, but it never gets annoying or too dark to see anything. I've heard of systems where day and night were the same, and systems where day and night differ so much that day is almost blinding, while night is just plain black...

Lol... we should've had those when the invincible bunny bug was having a go at us all..

Ehh, yeah, now I read it again, it kinda doesn't cover the feeling I had... Hmm... How about this: A warm glow radiates from within me... Better? Or still weird?

Maybe a stupid idea, but my little brother kinda made me think of it. Here goes: What if someone good at images (Roja perhaps?) would create a nice little picture the size of one a4/a5 sheet. People could print it out, hang it up in malls/schools/gyms/whereever, this could attract alot of new people. Although maybe we should wait for the p2p version...

I'd like to see how much people in my school are interested in MMORPG's, but don't know of mpogd.com, I've spoken to a few who said they like RPG's and wanted to try MMORPG's too. And, I mean, it's pretty cool to have stuff about my fav. game hanging around at the messages board

Hmm... A warm feeling bubbles from my insides... Makes me wanna go back to work 0.0 Full languages might be done in a week or so, so just hang on thight.

Eehh, you could try to put the lights out and the curtains closed - no shimmering in your screen = better visibility = no need for NVG. Or you could just adjust your screen's brightness... (there's another topic about this btw)

*sniffs* Anyone? I miss HML...

OK; noone can top that... Or, can they? > Lemme give you a really nice fact: We have a saying in Holland, it's like this: God created the Earth, but the Dutch people created the Netherlands. And that's too damn right - if we'd break down everything that keeps the water away, about 2/3 of the Netherlands would be flooded... We (well, our ancestors) really worked for their homes

Ya, for now. Until the next person loses that book. I strongly suggest to make that item 'non droppable'. It shouldn't take that much work...

Hehe... I almost said that I did join... Luckily I read your last (or is it latest?) post Here I go again: It was broad daylight, about a week after the blackened night. The man and his tiger finally arrived at a house. 'This is it, Cath. Be nice now, I don't know if the same people still live here, and if they remember you. They were quite shocked last time...' His lips formed a faint smile. 'Don't you even dare to roar like then...' Remembering the good food in the house, the man walked to the front door and knocked on it with his staff. 'Anyone home?' he shouted. His voice was clear, small birds replied with a happy chatter. But it were only the birds who replied. The man knocked once more. Still no sign of life. 'Well then. We'll just wait here.' He was more speaking to himself as to his tiger. 'If they're not here by evening, they don't live here anymore. I know how much Miss Gandra hates the darkness...' After he made this decision, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, the sunrays playing on his tanned face. The tiger was laying at his feet, and although he seemed asleep, his ears were keen for every sound of potential danger. *** The man was walking through a long hall, his tiger nowhere to be seen, his sword drawn and his staff hovering in front of him, radiating a blue light. A door went open, dark eyes came from within the room. 'This is your final walk!' A low and dark voice said. The eyes moved into the circle of blue light, revealing the Black Guard. 'You shall die today!' A great roar accompanied the attack of the Guard. 'Wha-- Catherine! Who's coming?' The man rubbed his eyes, still a bit asleep. When he looked up, he saw the friendly face of an old woman. 'Ah, Lady Gandra! Do you remember me? And Cathy?' 'Ofcourse I do! How can I forget you or your tiger? You are a quite remarkable couple, you know. Come in, and I'll give you something to eat, you look hungry.' The man smiled. 'Thank you.' Then he turned to the husband of Miss Gandra. 'Mister Gandra. Good to see you.' 'Good to see you too, Geelef. It's been a long time, hasn't it?' The man, who seemed to be named Geelef, nodded and went into the house.

Well, potatoes are fine, fried, baked, raw, mashed, I'll eat m. But cooked... *shivers* Yegh!

Hehe... What makes you think you had the biggest empire evah? Ever heard of the 'Roman Empire'? And heck, another pro for the Netherlands: Once we had the biggest fleet ever, so any ship (even you English guys) had to offer a salute every time we came by That still results in the biggest port ever...

Eehh, who cares if someone is gay? As long as they don't kiss you if you don't want them to (same goes for straights btw)

Yeah, you post that story again I could ask Moony to do it ofcourse, but I doubt he has it o.0 You could send the story to me though, I'll see what I can do about the typos

K, I think this can work out really great Let's have a try. It was night. Not a normal night, but blackened by clouds and magic. The Black Guard has done it's job again the man thought, while he looked up at the ashgrey skies. A fine job, so it seems... The man started walking again, heading south through the huge forest. This was not a common sight. The man's green clothes were hidden from sight by a black cape. His sword hanging on his backpack, emitting a faint green and red light. In his hand was a stick, carved out of the finest Oak, the top displayed a tiger's head. He didn't wear any type of armor, or did he seem prepared for the Black and White Guard. Even stranger than his oufit was the fact that he was walking at Night in a forest, completely forbidden, not to mention dangerous. And he was alone. Alone isn't strange, ofcourse. But a lonely traveller is. No one wants to face the evil of these lands alone. Not a single person. Even if you started out with a huge group, and you got seperated from them, you were better off killing yourself - it's less painful than being eaten alive by the fierce creatures that roam at night. Still, this man didn't seem afraid of anything. A few meters ahead was a clearing, when he entered it, moonlight somehow found its way through the clouds, revealing a young but scarred face. The hand that held the staff was split in to by a scar running from the top of the indexfinger all the way to the right of his wrist, disappearing into his cape. The man looked at it, his thoughts seemed to go back to an encounter with something evil. But then he smiled, his white teeth shining in the dim light. He walked on, out of the moonlight, before he spoke a few words to the darkness. 'That was a lucky day... To only get scarred when we met him... We we're the first to earn his respect.' From his right two small yellow dots, the size of a marble appeared. A little growl came out of the same bushes. Then, a tiger jumped out, running at the man. But the man didn't seem afraid at all. He just put out his hand and stroked the tiger, who seemed to like it. 'Thanks to you, my friend, we were able to survive it...' The tiger looked at him with great, peering eyes, when the man wanted to go on, he gave a little growl. 'I know, we haven't eaten in days. But the next house should be there soon, we'll get some food and some shelter, at least if those nice people haven't moved out yet.' The tiger turned his back on him, and disappeared in the bushes once more. 'And don't even think of catching a bird! We'll get hanged for that!' the man said to the ever so dark forest. Then, in an odd, cracked voice, he murmured, 'Heck, you will get hanged... But I won't let them, so they'll hang me with you...'

Ah yeah. Reminds me of some ideas I once had... Hehe... Roja once said that she didn't want a huge evil person et voila, all things could be thrown away... Not that it matters though, I've got some more ideas... BTW; Could you post it again? I wanna read it over...

The item's space is not determined by weight. I've seen more heavy things which will stack anyway. Like I said, most of the time it has to do with the size/form/material IRL; big, hard item's wont stack (IE antlers won't stack, while cactusses do, they're not big. A blanket for example would stack too, although it's big, it's very soft). Else it has to do with gameplay.

Yeah that's a pretty big bug... For the time being you should ask Entropy to give you a new one, but I'd like a better solution... Maybe flag all the unique questitems, so they won't drop at death?

Nice avatar Aira. He's responding to the blood bond( not sure, just read it for the first time two secs ago...) thread. He posted the excact same thing in there though.