The Harlequin

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Ah. Grammatically though, that's still a litte weird. Thanks for the explanation though. The only word I could think of was strive... And yeah, I understand the "most girls" comment. You should meet Raven. Strangest person I know, asiding myself. But then, we've both had problems, so we expected it in each other. Hell, we like it.[/font][/color]

[quote]Salvatore: I'm actually quite disappointed about this guy, for his first trilogies to Forgotten Realms were awesome, but now his level is getting veeery low, especially this new "Demon"-trilogy (not Forgotten Realms): it's really unimaginative! The baddies are lambmeat (or how do you say it?), and the main characters just boring. Not good... Luckily, this Elaine Cunningham, who writes "Daughter of the Drow"-series, has been able to save Forgotten Realms; her books are great, and I think that female f-writers are really underrated. [/quote] [font=gothic][color=crimson]Yeah, his later ones were bad. But Drizzt Do'Urden is the greatest character ever created! The demon series and the Crimson Shadow are bad though. Elaine Cunnigham's second book, Tangled Webs, was better than the first one though. The only problem I have with the entire series is Fydor(I think). The name. It's just too weird... And speaking of weird, if you think three is bad, try eight! Wheel of Time! Yes! Not as good as some of the other stuff but still excellent. Dragonlance: Has anybody here read the Dhamon series, by Jean Rabe? Probably the best Dragonlance novels I've ever read. I've read most of the Fighting Fantasy stories, including the ones transposed into novels. And their gaming/movie guide "Dungeoneer". However, I tended to concentrate on the ones that were fantasy rather then Sci-fi. In that vein, the best Fighting Fantasy books were that series, I can't remember the name, but I know the third book was called "The Seven Serpents". Great series, better than the other FF books. Terry Pratchett: Never read any of them, but anybody who would like that kind of world, but a serious story, I would recommend a book called "Deathscent", It's by Robert Jarvis. Excellent book, like Pratchett in many ways. Not sure if he's written anything else though... Anybody who thinks female writers are underrated has never read Sara Douglas, Isobelle Carmody (The Obernytwn chronicles, The Gathering etc), Melanie Rawn (Dragon Prince, The Mageborn Traitor etc), or, most importantly, Anne Rice! (Not the erotica she wrote under different names though) Anne Rice has to be one of the best writers I have ever enountered, and I've encountered a hell of a lot. Her vampyre series is excellent, and Lasher remains one of the best books I have ever read. Her story "The Mummy" is also excellent, mainly because it's not related to the movie. But yes, I would recommend Anne Rice to everybody! Asiding some of the content... Anyway, that's my rant over for now. Somebody name some more authors so I can remember I've read them please... Hehehe. 15th time...[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Half the time I steal my father's cds. But then, I grew up with late 80's, early 90's rock. Despite my age, I actually like that stuff. And it's pretty easy to steal my father's cds. At last count, he had something only just below 500. My father is hung upon music, so it's to be expected. But my father's great, especially since my mother died. It's my hick cousins I have to live down... 14th time...[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Davien crashed through the undergrowth, cursing loudly. Lacroix followed, his graceful movements letting him flow through the bush like it wasn't there. As such, he made a hell of a lot less noise then Davien.[/I] Davien: It's just up here! [I]Lacroix nods, not trusting himself to speak. Davien looks back at him suspiciously. Lacroix stops, a hurt expression on his face. Davien sighs and continues. They come to a clearing, off a thin path only discernable by the amount of debris that litters it. Davien was right, a very high quality airship rests there. Davien motions Lacroix up. Lacroix climbs the rope ladder, then retreats to the bow. Davien soon follows, after casting off lines.[/I] Davien: Lacroix! We're off! [I]Lacroix says nothing, but merely enjoys the feel of the wind, blowing his loose grey hair out, and the sight of the ground disappearing under him. Davien flies off a tangent course to Verdun. Probably to do with whatever is in his cargo hold... Not that smuggling really bothered Lacroix. The ocean quickly appears, and once out to see, Davien slams the rudder hard, before returning it amidships. Lacroix, shaken slightly by the jolt, ambles down to the quarterdeck to inquire just why that was neccessary.[/I] [img]http://www.itsmysite.com/j-otaku/images/Lacroix_Avatar.gif[/img]Lacroix: Were you trying to throw me off, or just having fun? Davien: Neither. When coming over here, I was chased by an elven ship. My ship was mainly faster, except in broad reach. So I had it tuned. Wanted to try it. Worked out okay, don't you think? [img]http://www.itsmysite.com/j-otaku/images/Lacroix_Avatar.gif[/img]Lacroix: That was okay? I'd hate to see excellent. Davien: Not a veteran airship rider I see. Well, you will be soon. Then we'll have some real fun! This is just warming up! [img]http://www.itsmysite.com/j-otaku/images/Lacroix_Avatar.gif[/img]Lacroix: Oh joy. At least I don't get air sick. Davien: We'll see about that... [I]Lacroix laughs, and walks back to the bow, jumping up on the taff rail, relclining easily despite the buffeting winds. He does however, keep a firm grip on the brightwork.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Great message. "Damaged people are dangerous, they know they can survive." I love that quote. So true.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]You have to stock it then cast it, or he won't counter with curaga. The main problem with that is that there is a very high chance of the draw failing. Still, I've never had a problem with Diablos.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Sephiroth, in Cloud's flashback, is level 50. He has hia sword, a gold armlet, and a touph ring. He has mastered fire, ice, lightning, earth and revive(I think) materia. And maybe restore. I'm not certain. He does not, however, have manipulate. Why do you ask? It's pretty irrelevant.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Excellent as usual Phantom. You really have a way with words. My question is this; how does "strobe for answers" work?[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Lacroix listened as the one Sirven spoke, of finding the Children of Light, and stopping the black dragons. Lacroix looked deep into his eyes, and Sirven faltered.[/I] Lacroix: You have no cause for worry. I have the black dragons, and the problem they present, completely under control. Sirven: What! You control the black dragons? Lacroix: What? No! Of course not. I merely meant that they pose not threat to the Queen's realm. Sirven: But... Lacroix: -you can all leave now. I'd really not bother with the Children of Light though. They would be of no help, and they aren't needed anyway. [I]The group turns and shuffles out, despondant. Lacroix sighed.[/I] Lacroix: So, the interfering ditchmonkeys are trying to find the children of light. I think not,[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]I have a better idea. We just ignore Newt entirely, and let him deal with it if/when it comes back. I mean really, we don't exactly need a DM, do we?[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Lacroix walked in, but remaining out of mind and out of sight. Let the others ignore him.[/I] Firemyst: It has already begun. Sharisna is aware of us, and we are being hunted. [I]Lacroix silently laughed and considered the possibility of being hunted. Not much chance anymore. He'd learned his lesson. He would become the hunter. Besides, nothing hunted an assassin. Nothing.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Bleh. I really couldn't be bothered claiming relics or anything, so I'll take what's left over. Relics... Tch. IC:[I]Lacroix, driven by his inquisitive nature, followed the spiralling staircaown, into the firesoaked magma caves below. The vortexts of heat and malice that surrounded him affected him not, the will of the magi that cast them no match for his master's discipline and command of shadows. He ignored the twisted wrecks around him, testament to the fact that the temple had been a much larger complex. The ruined creatures perturbed him not. He continued down, avoiding the streams of melten rock that surrounded him. He reached a dark double door. The top stretched two feet about his head. It was ebony, bound in cold steel. Lacroix leaned back and kicked it. The concentrated energy of his entire mind and body, channeled into his foot, splintered the door like kindling. He sauntered in, his scimitars absently twirling between fingers. The mage inside looked up, startled.[/I] Mage: Vat! How! How did you get in here! I suppose you have come to velcome me to ze neighbourhood? Lacroix: Oh, you're knew here? Mage: I am new! I am ze lord of zis place! I am lord of you! Lacroix: Oh, I don't live here. I'm just here to kill you. Mage: You! Kill me! Impotent worm! Look at you! You spin your swords like a firetwirler! Lacroix: True. However... [I]Lacroix left it hanging, and snapped his finger once, his scimitars falling into his grip, crossed in an X. He smiled once, and advanced. The mage cackled insanely, and threw sheet upon sheet of fire at Lacroix. The silhouette that walked through the fire must of scared him, because of ran off like a hare before a hunting pack. Lacroix pursued, a twisting flight through mazelike corridoors, a labyrinth to boggle the mind. Lacroix chased the mage through never gaining, but never falling behind. They reached a large door, like the outer one. It opened as the mage approached, and stayed open. Lacroix slowed, and walked in. The mage stood, enshrined in the middle of a pentagram. He looked around. He was in the middle of a gothic cathedral. He smiled slightly. His type of place. The mage started chanting, his words tumbling over each other, ending in a shriek. A demon appeared out of nowhere. Lacroix merely looked at it. It was known to him. A continuous contact of the drow, Erus was a creature of the lower plains with more intelligence than the average beast. He was also a former friend of Lacroix's. He often spent large amounts of time in the drow city.[/I] Erus: I'm afraid our acquaintance ends here Lacroix. I was sent to find you you know. They really want you dead. Lacroix: Malice still remembers I exist? Erus: Matron Malice. She knows, and because of you Lloth has forsaken her house. Lacroix: Best thing I ever did for them. Now... [I]Lacroix holds up Twinkle, the blade glinting cruelly in the demon's eyes. Erus sighed, a billous roar, and then pulled himself up to his full height. 12 feet tall, Erus was covered in crocadillian scales. Horns swept forward to nearly his maw, which was ringed with teeth like a sharks. Although he only possessed two arms and two legs, Lacroix knew he was a dangerous fighter, and that Twinkle would be needed to even the odds. Many times they had ventured together into the Underdark, never being harmed. Something almost none could claim. Erus turned, and faced the desperate mage. He spoke in a tongue Lacroix recognised as the demon tongue, but had never learned. The mage flinched visibly, and started another incantation. Erus merely reached across the protective pentagram, and casually ripped the mages head off.[/I] Erus: Bastard. I will see you again Lacroix. And next time I will fufill my duty. [i]Erus disappeared to his own realm, leaving Lacroix alone in the cathedral. He turns, admiring the building.[/I] Lacroix: You know, this wouldn't be such a bad place... I will be needing somewhere to live after this. [I]Lacroix shakes his head, and walks past the pentagram, which is now rapidly fading. A single door stands, plain wood, in the wall. He opens it to find a single chest. Lacroix opens it, and jumps to the side. A blast of lightning flies out, narrowly missing his head. Lacroix warily stands, then dives as another bolt flies past. He duckwalk over to the chest, and throws it high in the air. It falls, opening down. Lacroix dives under it. The chest falls down, a lightning blast coming out just as it hit the ground. A fell shriek echoes throughout the small chamber. Lacroix cautiously flips it over with his sword. Nothing. He bends down, discovering a set of bracers. They, strangely enough, have an aura of darkness around them. One that Lacroix knows is associated with artifacts of extreme evil and danger. That established, he immediately put them on. He would leave it to later to examine the effects. For now, he would rejoin his companions.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Definately get Photoshop. Or perhaps Corel Photosuite. Whichever. But trust me, I have a mac, on top of this computer, and I know the kinds of things that come up on them. You need something that wasn't written for mac.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Lacroix folded his arms, and then burst out in silent laughter, doubling over. He thought back to his reflections on Serenol, and wondered what would happen if he'd know Serenol had polymorphic magic. Lacroix was rather familiar with it, it was a favoured death sentence in the drow world. The unfaithful, or those plain annoying, to the evil Spider goddess Lloth, were transformed into driders, bloated, mindless creatures, half spider, half drow. Centaurlike, they attacked all that come within range of their lairs, and lived constantly tormented existences. Lacroix had narrowly escaped this fate, the only thing saving him the drow races inherent resistence to magic of that nature. So this was not really a shock. He slowly walked down, standing behind the dragon. He wasn't sure at the degree of morphic related mentality alteration, so he wanted to be ready should the dragon go beserk. He drew his scimitars, gesturing to Ilythiirtar. He returned a questioning look, then understood. They both assumed a wary position, ready to attack or dodge, should Serenol prove to be more dragon than human.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]I read fantasy novels to the point of death. I read The Hobbit in Year 2, LOTR Year 3. My problem is getting enough to read. With a reading average of 500 pages an hour, makes things difficult. As for some other stuff, well, there's Dragonlance, Forgotten Realms, The Deathgate Cycle, those Terry Goodkind books, and for some other authors: David Eddings, Melanie Rawn, Raymond Feist, Sara Douglas, Barbara Hambly, and Janny Wurts. Just off the top of my head... Yes, I know I have no life and read way too much. Anything by any of those authors, asiding Barbara Hambly, I have read at least 7 times over. And speaking of Janny Wurts, does anyone else read her "Wars Of Light and Shadow" series? I need to know when the sequel to Grand Conspiracy comes out! 14th time...[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Bit of a jump there Phantom...[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Australia's an idiotic country. You expect that. A country who's leader goes on about Australi being its best friend however... You could killed by a platypus just as easily you realise. A male anyway. Please people. Enough with the Australian wildlife. If you had any contact with it, you'd know they're nasty, annoying creatures. 13th time... [/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: By the way, this is Lacroix's interpretation of characters, not mine. And yes, they are different people...at times. IC:[I]Lacroix stands back, unimpressed. Back in Menzoberranzan, he had seen for more intricate displays. But then, perhaps he would be needed. Lacroix dismissed that, confident the others could handle it. He ignored these thoughts, pondering the webbed nature entwining those around him. He wondered at Alriy's...reticience...at indulging his nature. Lacroix was no stranger to blooddrinkers of any stripe. His own nocturnal habits made him a somewhat kindrid spirit with several vampyric creatures he had met. Several had offered to...indoctrinate him into the fold, and a few had tried, but for some reason drows were unable to gain vampyric status. Lacroix was really annoyed at that at times. Eve. Another interesting study. Happy-go-lucky, sure, confident, but Lacroix felt that somehow she bottled things up a little much. Ilythiirtar. While he tried not to show many emotions, Lacroix was sure he felt them, and felt them strongly. Like Serenol, he also slightly too quixotic for Lacroix's glacial outlook. Serenol himself. Righteous, perhaps too so. He knew how to survive, yet refused to admit to the swirling waters of doubt that surrounded the world these days. Elysan. Too unsure of herself. Self-conscious over her skills, perhaps too paranoid, seeing recriminations where none existed. Mara. Lacroix had a feeling that Mara hid more than she revealed, and such, he had no knowledge that could be construed as fact. Lacroix understood he could make no judgement. He himself had create and lived facades when around people. Oblivion: So far an unknown. Lacroix was indifferent to whether he made himself known or not. If he didn't, Lacroix was not likely to be curious. If he did, so be it. Lacroix lastly turned his thoughts to himself. Twisted. Too twisted. Too sure that the reviled image he placed upon himself was true. Too sure he could handle anything alone. Too sure he prefered being alone. Lacroix thought over it, and realised it was irrelvent. He could exist on his own. He talked to himself too much anyway. Mostly, Lacroix detested the fact that he sometimes cared about other people, and what other people thought of him. He couldn't help it. He could suppress emotions, and did so naturally. Those he felt at all. Yet, he sometimes formed attachments to people. They drew him in. He could sever them easily, or deal with them being severed, yet he chose not to. Lacroix was interrupted from his musings by the return of Elsyan, and the shouting of the others. He sighed, and drew his scimitars. He limmed himself in dark faerie fire. He knew it made him a frightening apparition. He leapt high into the air and flipped, coming and tipping his head back. The resounding, spectral cry chilled the spine, and made the sparkle in Lacroix's eyes all that more strange. He ran forward, ignoring any interpretations of those around him.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Does he? Well then, we certainly can't have that then. Sorry EFK. Make it a long knife, a kris or something. Hell, a dirk would do. I can give you a wakizashi at best. IC:[I]Lacroix looked down on the stalker, wondering exactly why he had been following them. He stood up slowly, withdrawing his knife from the man's throat. Eve stepped up behind him, and looked down hard at the man.[/I] Lacroix: You have been following us for quite some time. Perhaps you should explain why. [I]The man looked at Lacroix a long moment, noting the set of the knives. It was quite obviously not a suggestion.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Withdrawn, apart from the group, Lacroix too sensed the approach of the golem. However, knives and agility were of little use against a stone golem. Possessing no soul, his spiritullly damning magic would have no effect. Lacroix was more inclined to watch how these others reacted in battle, then waste the energy chipping a stone golem to piececs. Not that he hadn't done that a time or two... So he withdrew even further. Disappearing from view and even further from thought, waiting for the attack.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][quote][I]Originally posted by Vegitto4[/I] I talked to amy, and were straight. She said that it just happened, but after that, and after I left, she realized how much she loved me, missed me, and how much she didn't like patrick that way. So, were straight. Patrick hasn't returned my call yet.[/quote] Pyro Kai's right. That's even worse. You got suckerpunched, and now you're setting yourself up again. I envy you not the fall. Me, I wouldn't get stabbed in the back by a friend. I have no friends. I have however, been stabbed in the back, literally. But that's off topic. 12th time...[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]And a nasty power bill... Just find that guy that appears and the screen with the tram every now and again if you want GP.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Isn't the second boss Tiamat? If you've got anything that lets you absorb water, leave it at that. Another thing that would have helped was Auto-regen, combined with Auto-haste. Makes a lot of fights easy. Combined with water resistence/absortion, Kraken can easily be defeated by simply attacking him. I'd be mor worried about taking of Hades immediately afterwards (if you intend to), then Kraken though.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]I think it's Mountain Chocobo or higher. And if you're going to Mognet Central, it would be a good idea to have the Superslick first. After delivering all the Mognet messages until you get the message telling you to find the Superslick. Ruby, or whatever her name is, has it in Alexandria.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Here we go. These will do I think, I have the complete list somewhere if anybody wants them though. Never argue with an idiot. They drag you down to their level, and beat you with experience. No matter how fast you grow up, you never grow up fast enough to learn not to hurt. (One of my own) A great many people think that they are thinking when they are merely rearranging their prejudices. People who bite the hand that feeds them usually lick the boot that kicks them. The further I get from the things that I care about, The less I care about how much further away I get. Our Individuality makes us unique, our abnormailty makes us interesting. Icy claws with tender touches are the gifts she brings to me. Swallowed in the mindless void of sex and misery. What is hate, but love tortured by it's own hunger. I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it. Pain is an illusion of the senses. Despair is an illusion of the mind. It is better to be hated for who you are than loved for who you are not. Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo. Heav'n hath no rage like love to hatred turn'd, Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd. That's less then 1% of the full list, the reason I'm not posting the lot of it here. Some of them are also very strange...[/font][/color]