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[Dieb]

Just let me have my coffee, and I'll be right there...

[Lynroy: Final Edition]

Continued....

"Are you deaf, knife ear?"

Knife ear. This jackass was going down if I could just reach the lightning flask behind me. He then turned to his buddies and said something in Orlesian that was apparently funny.

"You'd think with such big ears you'd have no problem hearing such simple instructions."

Gosh, his voice was annoying. "Well, with ears this big I was hoping they'd let my fly. Guess we're both disappointed." I chanced a step back.

"Last warning, Knife ear. Put the bow down."

"Or else what? Listen, if this is about killing your cousin there, I'm sorry but he had it coming. I mean, what kind of person tries to sneak into a room that isn't their's in the middle of the night?" That's when an arrow whizzed past me ear.

"You have no idea who you're messing with."

"Well, that's not my fault. You haven't told me your name." I took another step back with arms slightly raised. I could now reach the flask.

"We'd rather not turn this into a scene."

"So, you want me alive. Charming. I'd be really bummed if you killed me."

I heard the creak of a bowstring as Mr Jackass prepared to fire again. I figured now was a good time to act. I ducked as the arrow went over my head, dodged backward as the idiots with swords charged forward, and grabbed my precious flask off the table to my right. Before I could smash it, one of the swordsman charged right in to me, knocking me off my feet. Ouch. Okay, so I misjudged how fast that guy was moving. The flask went flying out of my hand, but I held onto my bow. Swordsman raised his sword over his head with both hands preparing for an overhand stroke. I rolled to my left, his right, as he brought the sword down, jumped up and whacked him across the back of the head with my bow. He dropped like a sack of rocks.

Footsteps behind me told me the other swordsman was close. I swung my bow around hoping to catch him in the face but he blocked it as yet another arrow grazed my head. We started to exchange a series of blows, but I'm no melee expert so I started to lose ground. I was just trying to keep him between me and Mr Jackass. As I stepped back to avoid a forward slash, I nearly tripped on the lightning flask. Aha, there it was! Swordsman 2 took advantage and stabbed me in the right shoulder. I stepped back so the sword didn't go deep and fell to one knee. I grabbed the flask with my right hand, pain barely registering in my shoulder.

"You ready to give up yet?"

I'm breathing a little heavy at this point. "Are you kidding me? I'm just starting to have fun. Honestly, I'm waiting for you to actually hit something with that bow of yours. Do you need me to give you lessons?"

Swordsman 2 looked back for instructions and that's when I used the flask. Oh man, I wish I could have taken a picture of the look on Mr Jackass's face. Nocked an arrow and shot swordsman 2 through the neck, stood up and shot Mr Jackass in the chest. Not an immediately fatal wound, I wanted to ask him questions.

"See? That's how you use a bow. That chest wound is not going to kill you right now, but it will eventually. I have a wonderful health poultice if you tell me what I want to know. Why are you here?"

"You're looking for the Desire Demon." It sounded like each breath was an effort.

"Do you have anything to do with her disappearance?"

He tried to laugh. It turned into a coughing fit. "If you want to live, leave it be. You're messing with those with power beyond your own."

There was the sound of more footsteps in the hallway. Back up.

"It seems my friend have arrived. Good luck trying to escape."

I was frustrated and kicked him in the face. My only way out was the window. I ran, opened it up, and jumped out just as more people in matching armor came into the room. Ran to the stable to grab my Hart and I rode away as fast as possible. I'm camping off the road tonight.

Damnit. I forgot to refill the Dr Pepper.

[Tragedienne of Heavens]

You made me spit my tea again! Two days in a row 

You wrote all of it with your mobile? that's quite impressive. Keep'em coming, BTW.

Morning, DQ.

[Al Foley]

OK so good morning DQ, I have a prposition that I have been mulling over.  

For my post Inquisition Kara fan fic (should I decide to write it), I want to give her a pet Hawk to carry around.  Because I think it would be cool as hell for her to have her own Hawk.  

 

This Hawk will have either a damaged beak, or chipped beak, and will be rescued from a fade rift.  Its exposure to th fade, plus the mark on Kara's hand, gives them an almost telepathic bond with one another.  She uses the bird to hunt, to scout, to provide her an extra weapon on the battlefield, and to intimidate nosy political dignitaries that she does not like.   

 

Now names, since I am either really good at naming things...or really bad:

 

Tyrion

Talyion

and Longclaw 

are in the lead so far.

 

Thoughts?

DQ....please restore my faith in humanity and point out what is wrong ethically speaking in these two quotes:

The topic of the thread on the Halo forums is "Is Dr. Halsey a war criminal?". I already pointed out the fallacies of those two quotes on the forum but it's like i'm speaking to a stone wall. Please tell me you guys can pick them out too >.<

 

 

Uh....*drinks*

 

Just let me have my coffee, and I'll be right there...

 

Its like that cat is rogue and is trying to steal that human's mutant powers and all he gets is the yawn.  

Continued....

"Are you deaf, knife ear?"

Knife ear. This jackass was going down if I could just reach the lightning flask behind me. He then turned to his buddies and said something in Orlesian that was apparently funny.

"You'd think with such big ears you'd have no problem hearing such simple instructions."

Gosh, his voice was annoying. "Well, with ears this big I was hoping they'd let my fly. Guess we're both disappointed." I chanced a step back.

"Last warning, Knife ear. Put the bow down."

"Or else what? Listen, if this is about killing your cousin there, I'm sorry but he had it coming. I mean, what kind of person tries to sneak into a room that isn't their's in the middle of the night?" That's when an arrow whizzed past me ear.

"You have no idea who you're messing with."

"Well, that's not my fault. You haven't told me your name." I took another step back with arms slightly raised. I could now reach the flask.

"We'd rather not turn this into a scene."

"So, you want me alive. Charming. I'd be really bummed if you killed me."

I heard the creak of a bowstring as Mr Jackass prepared to fire again. I figured now was a good time to act. I ducked as the arrow went over my head, dodged backward as the idiots with swords charged forward, and grabbed my precious flask off the table to my right. Before I could smash it, one of the swordsman charged right in to me, knocking me off my feet. Ouch. Okay, so I misjudged how fast that guy was moving. The flask went flying out of my hand, but I held onto my bow. Swordsman raised his sword over his head with both hands preparing for an overhand stroke. I rolled to my left, his right, as he brought the sword down, jumped up and whacked him across the back of the head with my bow. He dropped like a sack of rocks.

Footsteps behind me told me the other swordsman was close. I swung my bow around hoping to catch him in the face but he blocked it as yet another arrow grazed my head. We started to exchange a series of blows, but I'm no melee expert so I started to lose ground. I was just trying to keep him between me and Mr Jackass. As I stepped back to avoid a forward slash, I nearly tripped on the lightning flask. Aha, there it was! Swordsman 2 took advantage and stabbed me in the right shoulder. I stepped back so the sword didn't go deep and fell to one knee. I grabbed the flask with my right hand, pain barely registering in my shoulder.

"You ready to give up yet?"

I'm breathing a little heavy at this point. "Are you kidding me? I'm just starting to have fun. Honestly, I'm waiting for you to actually hit something with that bow of yours. Do you need me to give you lessons?"

Swordsman 2 looked back for instructions and that's when I used the flask. Oh man, I wish I could have taken a picture of the look on Mr Jackass's face. Nocked an arrow and shot swordsman 2 through the neck, stood up and shot Mr Jackass in the chest. Not an immediately fatal wound, I wanted to ask him questions.

"See? That's how you use a bow. That chest wound is not going to kill you right now, but it will eventually. I have a wonderful health poultice if you tell me what I want to know. Why are you here?"

"You're looking for the Desire Demon." It sounded like each breath was an effort.

"Do you have anything to do with her disappearance?"

He tried to laugh. It turned into a coughing fit. "If you want to live, leave it be. You're messing with those with power beyond your own."

There was the sound of more footsteps in the hallway. Back up.

"It seems my friend have arrived. Good luck trying to escape."

I was frustrated and kicked him in the face. My only way out was the window. I ran, opened it up, and jumped out just as more people in matching armor came into the room. Ran to the stable to grab my Hart and I rode away as fast as possible. I'm camping off the road tonight.

Damnit. I forgot to refill the Dr Pepper.

*drinks* boy if Donk ever does come back I hope she appreciates the efforts we re making on her belf.  

[Beren Von Ostwick]

Hawk name:  Preciosa   (huge friggin' kudos if anyone gets that)

[Al Foley]

Hawk name:  Preciosa   (huge friggin' kudos if anyone gets that)

i don't.  

[Lynroy: Final Edition]

You made me spit my tea again! Two days in a row
You wrote all of it with your mobile? that's quite impressive. Keep'em coming, BTW.

Morning, DQ.

Ha ha! Maybe I should add a warning to those posts? *drink*

[Tragedienne of Heavens]

Or I should stop having breakfast with you guys 

[Beren Von Ostwick]

i don't.  

 

 

It is the name of the protagonist's hawk.  Also, FYI, same series I yoinked "StormQueen" from for Ashaantha's nick.

[Al Foley]

 

It is the name of the protagonist's hawk.  Also, FYI, same series I yoinked "StormQueen" from for Ashaantha's nick.

You know there was a series of YAN I read when I was younger 'Animorphs' one of the characters could turn into a Red Tail Hawk.  That series definitly gave me my fascination with those birds.  

 

Edit: HA just looked it up.  Tobias, I was right.  Funny how the brain works.  

[Lynroy: Final Edition]

Or I should stop having breakfast with you guys

But where else are you going to find such awesome breakfast mates?

[Tragedienne of Heavens]

Oh screw it, you're soddin' right.

[Duelist]

S***. I just noticed that Donk nuked her account.

[Lynroy: Final Edition]

We don't know why. :'(

[LightningPoodle]

Okay, downloading Fallout 3 now.

[Tragedienne of Heavens]

Do mods delete accounts or only the owner can do it?

[Dieb]

Now names, since I am either really good at naming things...or really bad:

 

Tyrion

Talyion

and Longclaw 

are in the lead so far.

 

Thoughts?

 

I'm thinking "Jennifer".

[LightningPoodle]

OK so good morning DQ, I have a prposition that I have been mulling over.  

For my post Inquisition Kara fan fic (should I decide to write it), I want to give her a pet Hawk to carry around.  Because I think it would be cool as hell for her to have her own Hawk.  

 

This Hawk will have either a damaged beak, or chipped beak, and will be rescued from a fade rift.  Its exposure to th fade, plus the mark on Kara's hand, gives them an almost telepathic bond with one another.  She uses the bird to hunt, to scout, to provide her an extra weapon on the battlefield, and to intimidate nosy political dignitaries that she does not like.   

 

Now names, since I am either really good at naming things...or really bad:

 

Tyrion

Talyion

and Longclaw 

are in the lead so far.

 

Thoughts?

 

What gender is the Hawk going to be?

 

And Longclaw would not make sense, seeing as birds of prey don't have claws. They have talons.

 

Edit:

 

Oh! Idea! The Hawk could be male, and have a reddish tinge on it's feathers. It could be called Blüdfeather. 

[Dieb]

I was actually only half-joking.

 

I like it when pet companions to fierce warriors don't have overbearingly "dangerous" names. It's a lot more insulting getting eaten alive by "Fluffs" rather than "Killercat".

 

Yes, feeling insulted is the true problem with getting eaten alive.

[LightningPoodle]

I was actually only half-joking.

 

I like it when pet companions to fierce warriors don't have overbearingly "dangerous" names. It's a lot more insulting getting eaten alive by "Fluffs" rather than "Killercat".

 

Yes, feeling insulted is the true problem with getting eaten alive.

 

Like, if you're getting eaten alive by a hungry tuna, you're going to wish it was a shark or a school of piranha.

 

---

 

Al, what about Valor? (Taken from the character Quinn in League of Legends. She has a companion Hawk called Valor. - note, I say companion, not pet.)

[Dieb]

(note, I say companion, not pet.)

 

I say pet.

 

"Anthropocentric d*ck."

-Matriarch Aethyta

[Roamingmachine]

Yup. Feck work.

[Lynroy: Final Edition]

Do mods delete accounts or only the owner can do it?

As far as I know only users can delete their account, but as you can imagine, I don't have much experience in that. *drink*

*notices a carrier pigeon with a note tied to its leg land on the antlers of her Hart*
Praise Sylaise.
*unravels note and recognizes Dienne's handwriting*
Lilies. Damn. Wait, Donkson and Bunny? Damn damn. I need to warn them to be careful.
*scribbles a hastily scrawled note on the back of the original message*
'Thank you! Still going to Redcliffe. Be careful, someone is trying to stop us. Tell Red.'

[Lynroy: Final Edition]

Yup. Feck work.

Almost vacation!

[Roamingmachine]

Almost vacation!

45 minutes to be precise.

 

The office aircon is overworked, so it's about 27 degrees inside here. I'm wearing a shirt and tie made from the most unbreathing, disgusting synthetic materials imaginable along with a ballistic west and a duty rig.