E.F/Palid - Revision history

KubeKidd at 00:39, 30 November 2012

KubeKidd — Fri, 30 Nov 2012 00:39:46 GMT

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-	"Hey, prisoner, breakfast is ready!" a harsh voice taunts. You look up at the ceiling made of iron bars and see a guard holding a piece of bread. He slides it through the bars and watches as it hits the dirty, rat-infested floor. You look at the half-eaten garbage in disgust. The guard smacked his lips. "Mmm, delicious! That's the best meal you'll get in weeks." He jeered. As his footsteps died away you stare down at your ragged clothing. You are a prisoner left to rot in the dungeons of GleamingGlen City, the capitol of Palarus. You can't remember how long you've been down in this gods-forsaken pit, nor can you remember what fresh air smelled like. You are alerted by the sound of movement across from you. Your cellmate shifted uneasily before settling down again. ''I ~~fthought~~ he died a while ago.'' you think to yourself. Your stomach growls and you eye the bread hungrily.	+	"Hey, prisoner, breakfast is ready!" a harsh voice taunts. You look up at the ceiling made of iron bars and see a guard holding a piece of bread. He slides it through the bars and watches as it hits the dirty, rat-infested floor. You look at the half-eaten garbage in disgust. The guard smacked his lips. "Mmm, delicious! That's the best meal you'll get in weeks." He jeered. As his footsteps died away you stare down at your ragged clothing. You are a prisoner left to rot in the dungeons of GleamingGlen City, the capitol of Palarus. You can't remember how long you've been down in this gods-forsaken pit, nor can you remember what fresh air smelled like. You are alerted by the sound of movement across from you. Your cellmate shifted uneasily before settling down again. ''I thought he died a while ago.'' you think to yourself. Your stomach growls and you eye the bread hungrily.

	[[E.F/Speak to your cellmate]]		[[E.F/Speak to your cellmate]]

KubeKidd at 00:39, 30 November 2012

KubeKidd — Fri, 30 Nov 2012 00:39:04 GMT

←Older revision		Revision as of 00:39, 30 November 2012
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-	"Hey, prisoner, breakfast is ready!" a harsh voice taunts. You look up at the ceiling made of iron bars and see a guard holding a piece of bread. He slides it through the bars and watches as it hits the dirty, rat-infested floor. You look at the half-eaten garbage in disgust. The guard smacked his lips. "Mmm, delicious! That's the best meal you'll get in weeks." He jeered. As his footsteps died away you stare down at your ragged clothing. You are a prisoner left to rot in the dungeons of GleamingGlen City, the capitol of Palarus. You can't remember how long you've been down in this forsaken pit, nor can you remember what fresh air smelled like. You are alerted by the sound of movement across from you. Your cellmate shifted uneasily before settling down again. ''I ~~thought~~ he died a while ago.'' you think to yourself. Your stomach growls and you eye the bread hungrily.	+	"Hey, prisoner, breakfast is ready!" a harsh voice taunts. You look up at the ceiling made of iron bars and see a guard holding a piece of bread. He slides it through the bars and watches as it hits the dirty, rat-infested floor. You look at the half-eaten garbage in disgust. The guard smacked his lips. "Mmm, delicious! That's the best meal you'll get in weeks." He jeered. As his footsteps died away you stare down at your ragged clothing. You are a prisoner left to rot in the dungeons of GleamingGlen City, the capitol of Palarus. You can't remember how long you've been down in this gods-forsaken pit, nor can you remember what fresh air smelled like. You are alerted by the sound of movement across from you. Your cellmate shifted uneasily before settling down again. ''I fthought he died a while ago.'' you think to yourself. Your stomach growls and you eye the bread hungrily.

	[[E.F/Speak to your cellmate]]		[[E.F/Speak to your cellmate]]

KubeKidd at 21:13, 8 October 2012

KubeKidd — Mon, 08 Oct 2012 21:13:51 GMT

←Older revision		Revision as of 21:13, 8 October 2012
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-	"Hey, prisoner, breakfast is ready!" a harsh voice taunts. You look up at the ceiling made of iron bars and see a guard holding a piece of bread. He slides it through the bars and watches as it hits the dirty, rat-infested floor. You look at the half-eaten garbage in disgust. The guard smacked his lips. "Mmm, delicious! That's the best meal you'll get in weeks." He jeered. As his footsteps died away you stare down at your ragged clothing. You are a prisoner left to rot in the dungeons of GleamingGlen City, the capitol of Palarus. You can't remember how long you've been down in this forsaken pit, nor can you remember what fresh air smelled like. You are alerted by the sound of movement across from you. Your cellmate shifted uneasily before settling a down again. ''I thought he died a while ago.'' you think to yourself. Your stomach growls and you eye the bread hungrily.	+	"Hey, prisoner, breakfast is ready!" a harsh voice taunts. You look up at the ceiling made of iron bars and see a guard holding a piece of bread. He slides it through the bars and watches as it hits the dirty, rat-infested floor. You look at the half-eaten garbage in disgust. The guard smacked his lips. "Mmm, delicious! That's the best meal you'll get in weeks." He jeered. As his footsteps died away you stare down at your ragged clothing. You are a prisoner left to rot in the dungeons of GleamingGlen City, the capitol of Palarus. You can't remember how long you've been down in this forsaken pit, nor can you remember what fresh air smelled like. You are alerted by the sound of movement across from you. Your cellmate shifted uneasily before settling down again. ''I thought he died a while ago.'' you think to yourself. Your stomach growls and you eye the bread hungrily.

	[[E.F/Speak to your cellmate]]		[[E.F/Speak to your cellmate]]

KubeKidd at 21:08, 8 October 2012

KubeKidd — Mon, 08 Oct 2012 21:08:25 GMT

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	[[E.F/Examine the bars next to you]]		[[E.F/Examine the bars next to you]]

-	{{Status\|Equipment=''(Items):Ragged robes, lockpick(1) (Magic): ~~none~~ (Abilities): Agility-5 Courage-5 Endurance-5 Focus-5 Intelligence-5 Luck-5 Speechcraft-13 Strength-5(Location):Dungeons, GleamingGlen City (Time):8:00am (Xp):0/100''\|Health=#90\|MP=#100\|Level=#1}}	+	{{Status\|Equipment=''(Items):Ragged robes, lockpick(1) (Magic): [[Incenerate]] (Abilities): Agility-5 Courage-5 Endurance-5 Focus-5 Intelligence-5 Luck-5 Speechcraft-13 Strength-5(Location):Dungeons, GleamingGlen City (Time):8:00am (Xp):0/100''\|Health=#95\|MP=#100\|Level=#1}}


	[[Category:Elder Fable]]		[[Category:Elder Fable]]

KubeKidd at 20:58, 8 October 2012

KubeKidd — Mon, 08 Oct 2012 20:58:20 GMT

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	{{Status\|Equipment=''(Items):Ragged robes, lockpick(1) (Magic): none (Abilities): Agility-5 Courage-5 Endurance-5 Focus-5 Intelligence-5 Luck-5 Speechcraft-13 Strength-5(Location):Dungeons, GleamingGlen City (Time):8:00am (Xp):0/100''\|Health=#90\|MP=#100\|Level=#1}}		{{Status\|Equipment=''(Items):Ragged robes, lockpick(1) (Magic): none (Abilities): Agility-5 Courage-5 Endurance-5 Focus-5 Intelligence-5 Luck-5 Speechcraft-13 Strength-5(Location):Dungeons, GleamingGlen City (Time):8:00am (Xp):0/100''\|Health=#90\|MP=#100\|Level=#1}}
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		+	[[Category:Elder Fable]]

KubeKidd at 04:26, 8 October 2012

KubeKidd — Mon, 08 Oct 2012 04:26:09 GMT

←Older revision		Revision as of 04:26, 8 October 2012
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-	"Hey, prisoner, breakfast is ready!" a harsh voice taunts. You look up at the ceiling made of iron bars and see a guard holding a piece of bread. He slides it through the bars and watches as it hits the dirty, rat-infested floor. You look at the half-eaten garbage in disgust. The guard smacked his lips. "Mmm, delicious! That's the best meal you'll get in weeks." He jeered. As his footsteps died away you stare down at your ragged clothing. You are a prisoner left to rot in the dungeons of GleamingGlen City, the capitol of Palarus. You can't remember how long you've been down in this forsaken pit, nor can you remember what fresh air smelled like. You are alerted by the sound of movement across from you. Your cellmate shifted uneasily before settling a down again. ''I thought he died a while ago.'' you think to yourself.	+	"Hey, prisoner, breakfast is ready!" a harsh voice taunts. You look up at the ceiling made of iron bars and see a guard holding a piece of bread. He slides it through the bars and watches as it hits the dirty, rat-infested floor. You look at the half-eaten garbage in disgust. The guard smacked his lips. "Mmm, delicious! That's the best meal you'll get in weeks." He jeered. As his footsteps died away you stare down at your ragged clothing. You are a prisoner left to rot in the dungeons of GleamingGlen City, the capitol of Palarus. You can't remember how long you've been down in this forsaken pit, nor can you remember what fresh air smelled like. You are alerted by the sound of movement across from you. Your cellmate shifted uneasily before settling a down again. ''I thought he died a while ago.'' you think to yourself. Your stomach growls and you eye the bread hungrily.
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		+	[[E.F/Speak to your cellmate]]
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		+	[[E.F/Eat the bread]]
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		+	[[E.F/Examine the bars next to you]]
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		+	{{Status\|Equipment=''(Items):Ragged robes, lockpick(1) (Magic): none (Abilities): Agility-5 Courage-5 Endurance-5 Focus-5 Intelligence-5 Luck-5 Speechcraft-13 Strength-5(Location):Dungeons, GleamingGlen City (Time):8:00am (Xp):0/100''\|Health=#90\|MP=#100\|Level=#1}}

KubeKidd at 04:18, 8 October 2012

KubeKidd — Mon, 08 Oct 2012 04:18:15 GMT

←Older revision		Revision as of 04:18, 8 October 2012
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-	"Hey, prisoner, breakfast is ready!" a harsh voice taunts. You look up at the ceiling made of iron bars and see a guard holding a piece of bread. He slides it through the bars and watches as it hits the dirty, rat-infested floor. You look at the half-eaten garbage in disgust. The guard ~~smacks~~ his lips. "Mmm, delicious! That's the best meal you'll get in weeks." He jeered.	+	"Hey, prisoner, breakfast is ready!" a harsh voice taunts. You look up at the ceiling made of iron bars and see a guard holding a piece of bread. He slides it through the bars and watches as it hits the dirty, rat-infested floor. You look at the half-eaten garbage in disgust. The guard smacked his lips. "Mmm, delicious! That's the best meal you'll get in weeks." He jeered. As his footsteps died away you stare down at your ragged clothing. You are a prisoner left to rot in the dungeons of GleamingGlen City, the capitol of Palarus. You can't remember how long you've been down in this forsaken pit, nor can you remember what fresh air smelled like. You are alerted by the sound of movement across from you. Your cellmate shifted uneasily before settling a down again. ''I thought he died a while ago.'' you think to yourself.

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"Hey, prisoner, breakfast is ready!" a harsh voice taunts. You look up at the ceiling made of iron bars and see a guard holding a piece of bread. He slides it through the bars and watches as it hits the dirty, rat-infested floor. You look at the half-eaten garbage in disgust. The guard smacks his lips. "Mmm, delicious! That's the best meal you'll get in weeks." He jeered.