Eir Haakonen's page

Kruelaid wrote:

Very.

I'd still be posting but the rate and post size were killing me. Ever since my boss discovered I could write and do graphic design.

If Eir ever gets the time Karrin wants to ask for Eir's help with something.

What's up?

...

Yet another tale of medical stupidity:

The good news is that I seem to be fine now.

Wow! I'm certainly glad it wasn't as bad as that! What's the Health Care System like over there?

If they don't know what's wrong the doctor says one of two things: (1) You're dying or (2) You're going to be fine, go home and rest.

(2) Tends to result in you dying in your sleep while (1) seems to cause the sudden proliferation of grey hair.

Eir Haakonen wrote:

Am I still here?

Good to see you back Kruel. How you feeling?

I think Pat said that's up to you. If you want Eir to still be here then she can, but if you want a break that's fine too.

I'm feeling pretty good. That was a rough month, especially the part where the doctor told me I was dying. Morons...

Am I still here?

Cool, I read it. The new guys sure kicked this game up a notch. Nice job!

<Eir lights up a panatella and breaks her silence.>

To her companions: "Last time I went looking for information in a bar it required a mass slaughter and lots of running away. Let's everyone stay cool, okay?"

I'm in.

I'll try and keep up. As it stands I have no idea who the new guys are and what the heck is going on.

"My talent is blasting." ROFL.

I think Eir needs to disappear for a few days, Patrick.

I've had no time and it isn't letting up guys.

*throb, throb, throb...*

Whoa...

<Eir pulls pulls her leather back on and makes her getaway.>

Stealth: 1d20+9=22

Oops forgot to level up.

Eir Haakonen wrote:

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That way she doesn't need to pay for a room.

*wink* Gotcha

There is a bathouse called the Dryad's Modesty near the Great Gymnasium that Eir has heard about, where the Ciphers into spontinaeity in their sexual antics hang out. Conversely, she ponders making the walk to her temple. That way she could hang out there for free and make a few brownie points with Iarn. Descisions, descisions ..

Dryad's modesty it is. Nobody should ever see what Eir is about to engage in. Let her wake up tomorrow in a bunkhouse somewhere.

*Fade to black*

I would love to be involved in Skrint's trial at the very least, but if you've asked for new players I'm happy to bow out gracefully after that if you like. I know I've been a bit of a nuisance for you..

You have impeccable timing.

5 GP per night if you are interested, all goodies included

Eir drops 15 for the champagne.

She searches for an unsegregated bath-house.

That way she doesn't need to pay for a room.

"Thanks Renkar. I'm out of here guys."

<Eir heads out for the bath-houses, picking up a few bottles of wine on the way. Maybe she'll find a nice place to sleep.>

"As they say in the temple of Calistria, the more the merrier."

It's been hell on my skin, I'm constantly washing blood out of my hair, and I still can't get the smell of goblin piss out of my leathers. But all in all it's been a good game.

-Eir is Silver Rose's resident Rogue/Cleric.

Back a bit, to Wightscale.

"Scales, just as long as you remember that we were paid to close down this salt operation in Sigil.

Cause if you open her back up we're not going to be drinking together, if you know what I mean."

<---wearing goggles.

Hey dudes, I spent a good part of yesterday in the hospital and feel a little f+%*ed up due to the stomach flush.... explanations will follow. And I may be a deadbeat poster for a day or two. I'm gonna cut and paste this message into all my threads I feel so crappy now.

Fortitude: Strength: 1d20+4=12, 1d20+1=15

1d6=5

"It's going to take a week in the spa to clean this mess up."

<Eir puts her foot on the door between her feline friends and slams the door shut.>

"We are not going in there."

"Live curious, sleep hard. It's the feline motto, isn't it." She says drawing her swords.

<Eir rubs at her nose. Goblin arterial spray in her hair. Salt ruining her complexion, cat allergies. What a f%&%ed up job.>

<Stay with Merle. Continue to stay with Merle as long as she keeps posting before me.>

1d20+2=14

"This is going to ruin my skin."

Perception: 1d20+8=12

"I have no idea."

Merle will have a look down the tunnel that slops downwards.

Eir goes with Merle.

<Eir puts on the equipment we bought to protect us fromt he drying.>

It's like SG-1.

<Eir enters.>

"I'm with you scales."

"Are you sure the mine is that way? I thought Swift found it?"

I thought Swift has already been to the mine?

"Swift?"

Wightscale grins

"Better late than never I warrant. So where's the gobbos? And what's with this fogbank?"

The kobolds continue to stream in, and some begin to edge around the fog, swords drawn.

2,500 posts!

Including the 2,500th which is invisible from where I am. Had to go to your recent posts page.

I can't see your last post, Patrick.

"What took yeh so long bloods?" He asks

"Details. Don't worry yourself, Scales."

It was temporary! And I've been working on a map this week so I've been remiss. Sorry.

<Aid Merle at the door.>

Just get Eir's descision and we can roll to the gobbos ...

It seems there is nobody to attack. Plus I'm getting nothing from photobucket.

If I can, go into the green cloud and look for snookums, use my attacks on him.

"Great, now I'm going to have to get that hole fixed...."

Right: 1d20+6=18, 1d8+3=11

Left: 1d20+5=13, 1d8+2=5

Eir: 1d20+3=10

Eir has an Entropic shield up

So on a 1-20 it misses: 1d100=100

LOL

"Please have the good grace to DIE! Little buggers."

Right: 1d20+6=14, 1d8+3=4

And a left: 1d20+5=23, 1d8+2=10

Right Saber: 1d20+6=26, 1d8+3=10

Confirm critical: 1d20+6=20, 1d8+3=6

That's 16 hits from the right!! Golblin salad - snickety snackt. If he's dead then 5 foot step toward the shaman, and ...

Left Saber: 1d20+5=14, 1d8+2=9

"I hate Goblins."

<A little distracted by the arterial spray that splattered her silky hair in the first exchange, Eir shrugs off the minor wound to her leg and fights half heatedly.>

Right saber: 1d20+6=12, 1d8+3=9

Left saber: 1d20+5=13, 1d8+2=6

Int roll: 1d20+2=21

Eir, 5 foot step to T9.

1d20+6=12, 1d8+3=10

1d20+5=8, 1d8+2=5

Lots of missing.

Eir puts the nearest gobbo (S9) to the sword.

Right Saber: 1d20+6=24, 1d8+3=9

If he goes down the next attack goes to his little buddy (T9), if not hit him (S9) again:

Left Saber: 1d20+5=25, 1d8+2=4

Left Saber confirm critical: 1d20+5=25, 1d8+2=4

Holy crap, rolls 1918706 and 1918706 are identical. IC I love you, baby!

Can I 5 foot step to S8 or is there grease there?

Eir Haakonen wrote:

S7, No way I'm gettting the Malachi crunch.

*snort* hadn't heard that phrase in a while. Was that Happy Days?

Yes. Demolition derby.

S7, No way I'm gettting the Malachi crunch.

<Tests the weight of her new sword.>

"We're gonna need showers after this."

Buff. Entropic shield, magic weapon. So what's up with Eir's new sword?