Cryos
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Well, not to be a newbie, but what IS a Grogmas. It must have something to do with the Holidays coming up but, to rephrase my question; what examples of Grogmas have their been in the past?
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Baradock sighed. Then thats what it's gonna be. He began cracking his knuckles audibly. Turning to the hooligans, and pounds his club into the palm of his hand. They couldn't be that tough, watching them prance around in crack limbo. 'And that halberd really did belong in better hands...' he thought, eyeing the junkie that dressed as what looked like a knight. Baradock gives a weighty nod he was ready to bash some skulls!
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After hearing what Octavyn had to say, Baradock stepped over to the syndicate members and takes out the same slip that he showed the ogre. It was common-sense to just take the drugs.
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Baradock shrugged and folded back the paper and stuck it in his pouch. This witches plan was extremely convoluted and unnecessary. But he would let Octavyn be the judge of that, seeing as it was his tranquilizers being wasted.
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Baradock took out his paper he had earlier. Scribbling something on it. They would act like bait and be abducted, break free, find the source of the screams and escape. Take drgs. Get rid of them aftr. It ezier on us. Baradock passed the paper to the ogre.
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Baradock shook his head. Trying to make conversation with these hooligans? A better question was why these clowns weren't drowning right now. Baradock slid back on his helmet. The rain was starting to land in his eyes.
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Baradock enthusiastically takes back his alcohol. 'Why did I ever do that? This alcohol is too good to be wasted!' Before stuffing that back in his pouch, he would save that for a better occasion. Turning over the bartering to the witch, which seemed to have the exact drug for the situation.
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Baradock thinks quickly, withdrawing his bottle of mead. Waving it jauntingly over his head. Before chucking it out of sight, hopefully those crack heads would run after it. Or atleast one of those idiots. Something dies inside of him as he realizes he departed with his great alcohol!
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Baradock gave a resounding 'humphm', Agreeing with the ogre. It wouldn't be long now until they reached the light house. And they didn't need another episode when lives were possibly at stake. Thinking of the witches reaction to his plan. Baradock picked up the pace a bit, he felt a sinking feeling as the winds started to kick up and the rain becoming a bit more heavy. He made sure not to visibly show his anxiety, seeing how adept the golden Syndicate was at discerning truth from a lie.
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Warlock Holpes ...Well played, Sandy. Well played.
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Baradock chuckled silently. Remembering a junkie that was always so persistent at getting his fiance. It was entertaining at the least... The pitter-patter of the rain echoed distractingly loud inside his helmet. Baradock took it off and rested it between his hip and elbow. The atmosphere of the day was beginning to become extremely foreboding. The whole mission was starting to seem like a bad idea...
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Octavyn's outlook on life truly baffled Baradock. A joke? I mean, atleast he stands by his morals, and Baradock could respect that. He imagined if Octavyn found his wife dead on a curb and just laugh it all off and continue life as usual. This unearthed some memories he would rather left untouched. Baradock gave a grunt and shook his head, continuing to walk.
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Baradock realized how much flak Karie must get for being a witch. But he found it near impossible to empathize. Where he came from, they would burn hay dummies in witch attire for All Hallows Eve. And with the whole party knowing his disdain for the like, this conversation had become too tense for his own comfort. He sped up and joined Octavyn's side, who was leading with exceptional pep. Which was odd seeing how the skirmish between him and his brother had ended. Hopefully it wouldn't be long until the lighthouse was in view...
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Yes, woe is me! Well, that is expected I guess. I'm looking through the flickr page trying to find some rendered minifig's right now, actually. But the community really loves their mechas. (Just putting that out there if anyone wanted it http://www.flickr.com/groups/2097225@N25/ )
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http://ldd2povray.lddtools.com/ Here's the site but I cant actually tell you how to do it. Alas, I own a Mac. And it's not mac compatible.
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Huh? LDD + Render =
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First off, wow. Congrats on making that on POWERPOINT. But I suggest using LDD if you want to make something. It's free, and if you want photorealism you can just render the picture afterward.
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Baradock pocketed the paper began to tap his foot to wane his impatience. He obviously didn't want to stay here any longer than needed. The plan was pretty much set in stone, and not like anybody is taking any suggestions... He didn't see the reason to drag this out any longer. But being locked up and away from society for years can really damage your social skills.
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Baradock gives a miffed grunt. 'Don't look at me again for any bright ideas,' he thought, irritatedly as he laid back in the chair. Acting as if he never gave a damn about this stupid plan.
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Baradock shrugged. Four people huh? Thats our lucky number he thought, counting the people in the party. Baradock wasn't known for having bright ideas, but every dog has its day. Baradock picked up a quill dipped in ink and a sheet of thin paper that was beside it, lying on the table. Obviously Not caring for whatever significance it may have had. It was however, clear. He began to sketch out his plan, getting odd looks from the rest of the party. Once he finished he showed it to the others. They would act like bait and be abducted, break free, find the source of the screams and escape.
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Baradock made himself comfortable finding a seat. Here we go again, more small talk. That weapon did look oddly familiar to Octavyn's, and he guessed it wouldn't hurt to listen... He remained a bit skeptical that Augustus would share that kind of information to anybody, and even worse, a member of his rivaling faction.
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Baradock would much rather stay outside, but since he was being invited in it didn't look like he had much of a choice. He left his helmet on the decaying porch and made his way inside the little abode.
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Just out of curiosity, people are still making Guild of Invision quests, right? (Even though I have a long way to go till level 30)
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Guess we'll just have to see where Baradock goes from here.
