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secrets: Lady Arcadia;
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All of us have secrets; some big, some small. These are mine. Posted in Lady Arcadia. Oh so beautiful and oh so evil. I'm lucky I got the drop on her or we'd all be charred mutton. Well, all but that damn ranger still in her protective little bubble. I hope there isn't any air in it. Lucky, lucky him. Lucky, lucky me. This entry was posted on 9/17/08 at Wednesday, September 17, 2008 and is filed under Lady Arcadia. You can follow any responses to this entry through the comments feed.
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secrets: Tam had an idea. Everyone run.
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All of us have secrets; some big, some small. These are mine. Tam had an idea. Everyone run. Posted in worst ranger Tam. Wow Tam had a great idea. The first in her life, probably. She'll set up traps, and I'll disable them. I can tell her how to make them more difficult to disable, and she can give me tips on finding well-hidden traps. This entry was posted on 11/23/08 at Sunday, November 23, 2008 and is filed under worst ranger Tam. You can follow any responses to this entry through the comments feed.
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secrets: Saturday, September 13, 2008
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All of us have secrets; some big, some small. These are mine. Posted in failing trap sense. Just a split second before the click, and. The sound of the floor dropping out from under her comrades' feet. Olidammara, ARE YOU GUYS ALRIGHT? My rump hurts.". For the umpteenth time, my trap sense has failed, almost killing my party, my friends. My inadequacy. I can't. I must. Save them. I must protect them. Even if it kills me. Distributed by Blogger Templates.
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secrets: Tuesday, September 16, 2008
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All of us have secrets; some big, some small. These are mine. Posted in more amazing Aamiya. Aamiya has made her trust and faith in me apparent; the only one now that father is gone. I must not fail her again. After his death, Leighlann travels forth to steal from rich ones and give to the poor, as it was what her father taught her. She travels with the goal of giving her future children the world and everything in it. Distributed by Blogger Templates.
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secrets: Leighlann
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All of us have secrets; some big, some small. These are mine. Posted in character sheet. This entry was posted on 9/2/08 at Tuesday, September 02, 2008 and is filed under character sheet. You can follow any responses to this entry through the comments feed. After his death, Leighlann travels forth to steal from rich ones and give to the poor, as it was what her father taught her. She travels with the goal of giving her future children the world and everything in it. Distributed by Blogger Templates.
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secrets: Back to Town
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All of us have secrets; some big, some small. These are mine. Posted in old fashioned roguing. Back to town. Things will probably be boring for a while. Not that I mind. I need time to procure myself some gold. This entry was posted on 9/18/08 at Thursday, September 18, 2008 and is filed under old fashioned roguing. You can follow any responses to this entry through the comments feed. She travels with the goal of giving her future children the world and everything in it. Distributed by Blogger Templates.
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secrets: Sunday, November 23, 2008
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All of us have secrets; some big, some small. These are mine. Thought a WOLF was a GHOST! Posted in worst ranger Tam. While we were camping in my portable tower earlier, Tam saw a wolf and thought, get this, she actually thought the wolf was a ghost. The mage is a better ranger than this one. We're Going on an Adventure. Posted in no manhood Dean. So, on our way to an elf-convent thing, we met this fighter, Dean. What a cock. Seriously. What does that even mean? Like, you know,. Tam is an elf.
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secrets: Tuesday, September 02, 2008
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All of us have secrets; some big, some small. These are mine. Posted in character sheet. My party is full of "good guys;" my best friend the cleric, my unknowing brother the mage, and a ranger that doesn't know the difference between a rock and a fern. In all of this I'm struggling to find my niche, and with a bossy weapon it's even more difficult than I anticipated. I'm Leighlann, and these are my secrets. She travels with the goal of giving her future children the world and everything in it.
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secrets: Sunday, September 14, 2008
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All of us have secrets; some big, some small. These are mine. The road to hell. Posted in failing trap sense. As my trap sense has failed me once it has failed me a thousand times. Warning them to stay back while I disabled a pressure pad I was so happy to find did nothing but force them forward when I failed and triggered it anyway. Only after barely preventing them from dying for just a little longer at the accidental discovery of a release switch. Fuck over everyone and escape without a scratch.
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secrets: Friday, September 12, 2008
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All of us have secrets; some big, some small. These are mine. Posted in the Dagger. What I signed up for, damnit," Leighlann screams as she touches the Dagger to her throat. "I will end this right god-damned now, so help me Olidammara! YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUT ME. ONCE YOU ARE GONE, I WILL FIND ANOTHER. Get out of my head! The Dagger laughs mercilessly. TWITCH, MY PAWN. SQUIRM. She slowly sinks to the floor, Dagger falling from her trembling hand, uncontrollable sobs bubbling from her throat.
