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Fourthbrook

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  1. banned for trying to start a revolution
  2. I like it you should make it so you can only buy from shops not sell. Nice work Danny
  3. Alec we all love you!! and what you've done for the server!!!
  4. Aye im sorry I don't have any more diamonds. but I can still sell ye potion the shop is updated please check first post
  5. **The shop has been updated look above**
  6. "Aye, i'm sorry but I 'ave sold all my gold. let me update what I 'ave left
  7. **I man hands out fliers as you walk past the city gates on the way home. On it is a crudely drawn picture of items, quantities, and prices.** "Please send a messenger to Rorek SteelHeart If you would like to purchase"
  8. I hope I can be there. It sounds fun. I plan to be workin on plugins all evenin but i think I shall take a break. Now to pick out a mask.
  9. **Stomps his foot and laughs** "Aye, can't 'andle Roreks Life Water I see! ah 'e'll kom back 'round" "Who's next"
  10. "Aye here ye go. I know ye to well!!" as Rorek hands Edward a flask.
  11. "Aye I've got plenteh! Vendethiel grab Edward 'ere a pint of Wuter!" "Maybe ye should eat sum bread tu'?" "I ser be glad 'at we all could make it for this grand parteh! Asulon is full o' such great people eh?"
  12. This Bit of roleplay has been written in novel form not in the stars ** form. Enjoy **warning- Many may not be used to my writing style.** Rorek_SteelHearts Party The night is quite. The floor of the SteelHeart Inn is covered in glass. The mice that live in the newly remodeled floor pick up the left over scraps of cake, bread, stew, and apple cores. The "creeks" of the old wood that make the Inn don't disturb any of the guests in the over packed rooms. The dark sky turns a shade of blue as the cold morning approaches the Inn. The wind picks up to carry a, much needed, shower over the land surrounding the Sanctuary. It is just enough water to help the plants through the previous two weeks of no water. The sun crawls slowly over the trees and gently touches the roof slats of the Inn. The sun peers into Roreks room and beams straight into his eyes. At that instant he is awake. Rorek sits up at the edge of his bed and slides into his day-ware. He also puts on a myriad of different wolf pelts to keep warm on this cold morning. He stands and stamps out the remaining embers in his fire place. He grabs the small leather sack of coins on the table by his bed and heads up the steps to the public part of the Inn and upon reaching the main floor mutters softly to himself in a bit of frustration,"What a mess... Aye 'ope dey 'ad fuun." He quietly steps around all the glass as he walks his way to the Inn's Pub. In the Pub he stop young elven women who works as the Inn's maid. "Vendethiel, I be goin' to walk a bit an' fetch sum bread fer te mornin' feast. W'ile I be gone clean an' squeeze sum fresh juice." Heys quietly, trying not to wake any of the guests. Mind you speaking and stepping lightly is not a natural born trait for a Dwarf, but Rorek has mastered it in the past few years of owning the Inn. He walks over to the door of the Inn and readjusts his fur pelts, preparing for the morning chill. He opens the door and the cold air rushes in, making a mess of all the scraps Vendethiel had gathered in a pile. He closes the door and heads down the road. After a short 20 minute walk he reaches the small bread stand. As draws near the man behind the counter yells, "Rorek! How are you this fine morning? I heard you had quite the bash last evening." "Aye, it wer a grand time." "Well I'm sorry I could not attend. How many loaves do you want this morning Rorek?" the man responds. "I want threh duzen." he responds as he pulls out his leather coin sack. "I thought fer ser I might be see'in Ye thar last night." The man turns around and opens a large wooden chest. The chest is lined with wool. He sifts away some wool until he reaches a burlap sac. He then pulls the burlap sac up and a rush of steam from the hot bread rushes into his face. He jumps back. He turns around again, now facing Rorek once more, he reaches under the counter and grabs a large burlap and leather sack. He stands back up and is interrupted. "Aye, I already got one." Rorek hands him a sac. The mans turns to face the bread once more. He bends down and grabs a piece of bread then stuffs it in the bag. He counts aloud. "1... 2... 3...", "39." He then place the burlap rag over the bread, closes the chest and quickly turns around. "Here you are Rorek." Rorek toses the bag of coins. "It all be in thar Remus. I don't know what I might du with outcha." In 20 minutes time Rorek is back inside the Inn. He places his assortment of pelts on the floor by the steps then heads into the Pub all the while noticing how clean everything is. All his party guests are sitting in the pub talking, drinking and eating. He takes a minute to admire the various guests that are at breakfast, Nobles, Knights, commoners and peasants alike. Dwarves, Elves, Human, Haflings and Orcs. All mixed together enjoying breakfast. Rorek takes a deep breath, "WE 'AVE BREAD!" He yells in his might dwarven voice. "VENDETHIEL! PASS THIS OUT!" Rorek walks further into the pub and begins to mingle with his guests. Rules: *post below as one of the guests. you may add whatever you like. you can talk about what happened last night or what you saw happening to other. you may speak of anything to anyone in the pub. *standard role-play rules apply i.e. no power/metagaming *one exception. you all were at the party and you do know and enjoy MOST of the guests. *this is meant to be a positive experience for everyone who joins in. *HAVE FUN! THANKS, Fourthbrook (Rorek_SteelHeart)
  13. Alas! this seems to have gotten me a lot of hate mail. Cthulhu gave a few of us who were in OOC, early in the day when the server was up, the simple task of telling Shiftnative this command "bash run.sh" It's not about vaq's root password because shift has access to the console board as well. I wasn't trying to start anything. I was simply trying to help. Also I'm not completely inadequate **sarcsm (I'm really good)** in the subject so I know that with access to the crash logs I could fix it with in a few days. I kinda do this type stuff in my free time.
  14. what ever admin see's this first I know how to get the server up.
  15. the server is not up at the moment so... calm yourself. As stated on other pages of the post we are switching hosts at the moment. so please be patient with the staff. they're working their butts off to fix it. *Edit* Also try not to use all caps it portrays an unfriendly tone of voice. and that makes your post unpleasant to read
  16. **says in side bar** "Liri ill take the heat for you" "Guys I broke it!"
  17. Thanks Shift for the update. also still accepting 3.0 builders? *Edit* also you said that 3.0 would be a great place for an entrepreneurial mind like mine. Is there anyway I could get on early so when 3.0 starts, they can be set up already?
  18. "Aye, that'll be 1400 minas den 'f I'm not mistakin'" ** when will you be on next? we will trade in the CT bank**
  19. ** You walk by the town of Fairfield and a man in a finely pressed suit hands you a flier. It reads ... ** "The SteelHeart Trading Post Is now open for business. Stop by and take a look." ** You ask the man where this shop is located and he points behind him at the building at the back of the town ** ** You decide to take a look in the shop and this what you find ** " Please send a bird my way (leave a message here or /tell fourthbrook) or stop by the shop to make a purchase"
  20. Aye de ye want te be buyin 3 diamonds fer 525 minas total? cause it beselling my diamonds at a minimum of 340 minas each.
  21. ***As you walk through the Could Temple on your way to the docks an old dwarf hands you a crudely drawn picture with some writing on it. At further inspection it is a picture of what looks like the inside of someones chest of valuables. *** The SteelHeart Trading Post Now Open for Business The follow'n draw'n be the inside o' ma valuables chest. I not be one fer namin' prices so send me a letter wit yer item, yer amount, and yer price per item.
  22. "Aye, de' ye' got any o' yer iron diamon's left?"
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