CowsGoMoo

I would say, mine is BOTH AT THE SAME TIME. It's neither right nor left. For, if left is right, and right is still right. Then left means right, and that doesn't make any sense. That is why, choosing left or right is illogical.

Night Music Building Suspense, Revenge Lone Walker, Empty Road...

A teenager-almost-a-woman dark elf slinks into the room, carrying a huge bulk of portraits and paintings, she lays each one of them, one by one. She squeaks to no one in particular, "My... ehm... Sister, Trinity, painted these..." The teenager scooches away from the paintings, and tugs at her dress, looking around nervously. The Weeping Willow Pihs The Rising Moon The Rising Sun The Water-Cave Moon-Lit Room Temple of the Monks War... Statue? Tree of... Yeah, just tree. Rainy Day in Malinor Sacred... Land (?) Dwarf'n Torn'ment Fiery Furnace Dwarven Ruins The Face of the Orc The Water-Well The... Bedrock Tree The Over-Hanging Moon Sunset on a Hill "She... tried to visit as many... ehm... different race nations... She's really good at art... I... we.., at least, I think so..." ((OOC SPOILER))

No! Right is always right! But if left is right, then it is right, which is still right. So it all always leads to RIGHT. So press the RIGHT button and then the LEFT button, which by then will be right, so you're actually just pressing the right button? Press the right button twice.

"Don't just stand there in the doorway! Come in, come in!" Domelvia squeezes into the house with group, her sides covered with bruises and cuts. A drippy puddle begins to form under her. She looked around the room nervously, she had just been extremely lucky... If what happened didn't happen just now... she would be... "There's some cloth 'n the chest at the foot of my bed, dry yourselves off with it. I'll fetch some bowls fer you all." The moment she was lifted off the ground by the wind she thought she would be thrown into the air and never come down! Although, what she was thinking at that moment might had been a bit twisted, she didn't fly that high in the air at all! Now that Domelvia thinks about it, she had only been lifted a couple feet up in the air, four or five at most... Then all the sudden, SLAM. Domelvia was thrown into an object and a loud, "OOMPH" was heard. The man Domelvia flew into lost his clutch on the grass and began to roll away because of the wind. The impact sent Domelvia crashing into the ground, completely disoriented and lost. She continued to get blown by the wind, and was sent rolling across the plain. Whack, Whack, WHAM! Domelvia yelps as she slams into sharp rocks while in her rolling frenzy, and then suddenly there was nothing under her again. CRASH. Domelvia groans, the world was spinning, even though it felt like she wasn't moving anymore. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Domelvia opens one of her eyes and then the other, before slowly getting on her all fours. She saw the world twist in impossible ways before the whole thing tilts, and she collapses back into the ground. Domelvia stared at the ground, it seemed to be stone... it was impossible to tell in this darkness. She must've been blown right into a cave. Oh what luck! If she hadn't... Domelvia yelps, she had just been elbowed in the face. Domelvia rubs her face while looking around the crowded house, the old man had left... "This guy, he says he knows sumtin' 'bout a temple near here. Said he'll feed us 'n house us fer a night or two, we just gotta help him move some boxes. You lot can thank me later, weren't fer me you'd be freezing in that dirty hole." Ooh!~ The man that brought her to this house just spoke! Oh geez, she would had been in a tight spot if he hadn't ran right on past... yelling about some house to another cave, which was miraculously right across hers. "Wait! Don't go!", she had yelled, as the group began to leave. They didn't hear her, so she stumbled after them, before sliding into the house, quite un-noticed. Now here she was... in this weird old man's house... "Me 'n the Mrs. don't get much company out here." He begins as he ladles fish soup from the cauldron. "We's kinda a way out, as ya can tell. It's peaceful out here, though. Plenny to hunt, though I ain't been huntin' for years, 'n plenny to fish too.... Blah Blah Blah. Blah Blah Blah blah blah...." Domelvia tugs at her ear nervously, this old man REALLY loved to talk... Jeez.

Button mash the cod ham buttons, NOW.

Domelvia didn't know the warm wet feeling coming down from the back of her dress was pee, or just the rain. Domelvia was ashamed of what she knew it was. She makes a mental note to punch herself if she lived through this storm. Her eyes were sealed shut, and she gripped onto the grass tightly as if her life depended on it. Zaaap! Booom.... ZAP! ZAP! ZAAAAP! Boom! BOOM! BOOOOOOM! Domelvia chokes on her saliva, and begins to cough, sobbing at the same time. BRZZZ! Domelvia's hair rose, as she felt a flash of heat right next to her. Domelvia gulps down her saliva, and gasps. That one was awfully close. She heard people screaming and yelling, some screams sounded far away... Did the wind blow some people away? It was impossible, such big winds would be ridiculous and unrea- Domelvia suddenly realizes she is floating in the air. Her eyes snap open. The wind had not blown her away only because of her grip on the grass, which was surprisingly firm on the ground. Domelvia screams, crawling forward in her floating position, her hair blowing madly out from behind her. THFUNK, Domelvia jerks back, THWUNK! The grass, it was... it was... SNAP! The grass uproots. Domelvia suddenly remembers a conversation she had with a man who she had met on a tree, "I wish I was bird, like Eri!... I would fly around, perch on trees... and well, do bird things...! Wouldn't that be just greeeeaaat!?" Well. The wish just came true.

We search. Searchy Searchy. La la la.

Domelvia frowns, the sun in the sky was too bright, even with her eyes shut. She opens her eyes and squints, the sun was in the middle of the sky. Domelvia groggily sits up and looks around, it looked as if they had packed up the camp, and was beginning to set off again. "EVERYONE! Pack your things! LAAAST CALL! We'll leave anyone who doesn't leave, RIGHT NOW!" Ugh, it was that noisy eye-patched man again... Domelvia stumbles on her feet and shoves her tiny blanket into her bag. Her hand brushes across her ultimate weapon, an orcish dictionary. The book was bound firmly with thick leather, amazingly enough, it had saved her life MANY times. She quickly stumbles back on her feet, and quickly looks around seeing that the group had already gathered. She sprints over, forgetting about the fatigue she is feeling, and before she knew it, they were off again. The days passed by quickly, the group was not as silent as before, laughing and loud rambling is heard throughout their adventure. The forest suddenly became extremely dense on their forth day, the sky disappeared in the leaves and the sound of the wilderness can be heard. At night, wolf howls were heard, so they decided to set a person in charge of the fire, and had shifts for people to stay awake at night, making sure nothing dangerous enters camp. The dense forest ended as quickly as it began, and they suddenly found themselves on a plain. "Careful, the winds during storms here are capable of making halflings fly, and any poor fellow roll on the ground for miles. The lightning is also fabled to turn any one who is struck by it, into cooked porkchops! I wouldn't complain about that though, I'm starving!" The plain proved to be extremely easier to travel, the ground more smooth and straight, unlike the forest's uneven surface and many trees. They had traveled a great distance by the third day. "Seems like we're actually getting somewhere!" Then, on the fifth day... BOOOOM Drip. Drip. Drip. Ba. Da. Ba. Dum. Ba dum, badum, badum, badum, pata, pata, pata. The whole group turned and looked up at the sky, it had began to rain almost magically. The sky was clear, there wasn't even a cloud in sight! Then, quite suddenly, the whole sky became dark and covered with clouds, the rain was pounding against the group. The wind roared angrily, their clothes blowing wildly in the wind. ZAAAP!, the ground, only a couple feet away was struck by lightning, leaving the grass charred. A thundering sound is heard three seconds later. "Everyone! Get down!"

You have valid points, but... there's a SOLUTION RIGHT THERE, and a very simple solution too! I don't see why you are not taking it. I don't see why you cannot build a tower, and a connection of paths... somewhere else? That forest is gigantic, why do you have to plunk it RIGHT on top of a very beautiful witch house or whatever? You clearly see that people are not happy about your choice, and you still continue to force things upon them when this can clearly be very easily solved, by just moving the tower you plan to build, like... twenty blocks to the left a bit? I myself, have passed by that building, and I've always loved it. It makes me sad, how it's just going to become a dull regular ol' building. I remember the first time I came across that building, it was AMAZING. Now people will just see a regular ol' tower, and go, "Oh, okay." This house right there, is one of the few things that continues making this server mysterious, adventurous and exciting. Seeing something old and ruined, something that the people on the BUILD server built is always great. It's like you war-claiming all of Hanseti's ruins, and turning them into "barracks". Are those not abandoned too? I'm sure MANY people will not be happy with that decision at all, either. I remember visiting it multiple times too, often one of my many "sight seeing" locations on my travels to that forest. Do you really want to get rid of this building, that holds a lot of sentimental feelings for everyone? It's a win-win situation, if you just move the darn tower somewhere else. It wouldn't even make a difference at all. It makes me question why you REALLY want that plot? Why is it so god darn IMPORTANT, that it MUST BE THERE, no where else? Just because it's abandoned? How about the other parts of the forest, those are inhabited, are those not abandoned too? This building isn't even ugly, it's rather the opposite. It's friggen magnificent. Why in Asulon would you want it to be gone? EDIT 2:

Domelvia blinks, the fire goes out, and the sound of rustling is heard. "Uguuuu... Goodnight to you toooo!" Domelvia grumbles and collapses back on her blanket. "Heheheh...heh...snoooore." Domelvia sighs, and shuts her eyes tightly. Wishing once again, that her hearing wasn't as good as it is.

Domelvia burrows her face into her purple pillow and shuts her eyes tightly. The night was fun and rowdy, everyone seemed to have had a great time. Domelvia shared a few laughs, and finally she felt more at ease with the group around her. Domelvia grimaces, remembering what happened when a man offered her some ale, "It's too bitter." was what she replied with. What sort of stupid excuse is that?! Domelvia makes a mental note to punch herself in the morning. "He...ehehehehe... smfth... hah." Why does that COD HAM woman keep giggling in her sleep! Is there something THAT funny in her fudging DREAMS?! Domelvia growls, it had been keeping her up all night! Domelvia flips over in her sleeping position and faces the starry sky. Domelvia sighs, the stars were awfully clear out here, and amazingly beautiful. Thump. "Shi-!" Domelvia's ear twitches,she grumbles. ANOTHER person who's still awake, he better not be thinking on sneaking some ale into his mouth! I've had enough with drunk giggling women, I don't need drunken men stumbling over people... Domelvia sits up and stretches, before rubbing her groggy eyes. "Hup-Hup...Hup!", Domelvia jumps onto her feet and groans, her feet were awfully sore, she didn't know how she would be able to continue walking tomorrow. She hoped that the group will not recover by then, or she'ld have to CRAWL to wherever they were heading. She glares into the darkness, the moon was only one fifth full, and the only other source of light was a dying fireplace. "Whooooevverrr yooou aaare! We don't have any more aaaaallllee! You should go back to sleep, you drunk!" Domelvia frowns, remembering to not be rude and adds, "Sir." at the end of her sentence. Domelvia stands in the darkness for five seconds, where it seemed like the person she was yelling at had stopped moving completely. Domelvia realizes it might be a woman too, and quickly adds, "Or Ma'am!" Domelvia's ear twitches, listening into night and hopes for a response.

Domelvia blinks. Three orcs lay dead on the ground, the other three were unconscious. The man that was used as a pointer earlier is still curled up in a nice snug ball. He's not the only man hurt on the field however. Almost a dozen of people are scattered around the area, some dead, others unconscious. Seemed like almost one fourth of the group had ran away, and another one fifth, were either dead or hurt. The group sluggishly gets out of their daze, and slowly the group begins to recover. Voices are heard, and people call for each other for support. Slowly their suspicions and doubt about each other fades away, nothing bonds a group together better than defeating a blood lusting group of orcs. As night nears, the group agrees to stay here until everyone has fully recovered. The dead were buried, their graves made from the twigs by the side of the road. The orcs' fate however, was unknown. A group of men had dragged their bodies away, and returned afterwards, wiping their bloody swords off with cloth. That night, a couple of buckets of ale was passed around, and soon, almost everyone was drunk and rowdy. Everyone celebrated, even though almost half the group was missing or hurt, they were happy and joyful that they were still alive. Cheering and laughing could be heard throughout the night. The group's unease and suspicions had finally started fade away.

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Domelvia sees two arrows fly past, and two orcs collapse on the ground seemingly simultaneously. Move, legs, move it... Come on, get out, go away from here... Domelvia doesn't move at all. A roar is heard, and man's scream echos through her ears. Come on stupid legs, stop being duumb, you aren't Cainir... come on... come on... The strongest orcs plucks off the man on his axe and throws him to the side. The orc advances forward, arrows bonking off of his armor, seemingly not affecting him. He swings his axe around and gives another loud roar. Domelvia's feet take a step foward, Foward?! Why am I going foward! Not foward! Are you insane! What are you doing? Domelvia takes a step back, Yes, there you go! Now... get out of here... Come on, let's go feet... Domelvia proceeds to take another step foward, and then another step back again and then foward again and then back. AGAAAAAH. Domelvia does a little panic dance.