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1. Name of Badge: Panther's Claw
2. Date Accomplished 10/15/14 on DoF Standings.

Done - G

1. It's not a debate. 2. You obviously didn't know Dalamar. 3. The negating of respectable individuals value is coming not from those of us who are saying we're great. You can take that how you want, Warlord. 1. It certainly shouldn't be. Watching most all of the braggarts here not standing up for ...

Lem DeAngelo wrote:Tower of Power: For someone who has been the Keeper of all five Towers in the Duel of Magic.

By Your Powers Combined!

A few more: Not Even a Scratch - Defeat the Current OL in a duel of swords 5-0 Not in My House: Defend the Overlord position at least five times in one cycle. and this one is gonna be out there... Steady Hands - win a DoF against any opponent w/out performing any moves that involve your hands. (IE:...

1. Name of badge requested. Mentored
2. Date when it was accomplished. On Fiday 11/19/10's standings.

Done -Mur

"Oooh wasish bottle-bottle?" weebly wobbly stares ats da note

"A celery tower? Dat come wit nutty-butter? Lesh see watsish abouts!"

“Not often I get visitors up here anyway; the Fathers seem to prefer sending me messages to come to them. Personally, I think they are afraid to see how I live away from the main throng.” Giggling, she fished her key from the loop around her left wrist and undid the lock, pushing it open. “Youth bef...

*** “I heard the Father’s say Dionysus put women on a pedestal but didn’t think they’d be so literal….” Moment to stop taken, Hoboken eyed the spiraling stair to Sister Esprada’s chambers. Being the only woman in residence at the Abbey, Fathers Arnesto and Bardova, the only living members who rememb...

Fidgeting with uncertainty, Hoboken’s eyes moved from Onassis to Agrippa, not liking the smiles they suddenly wore with the knowledge of their students horsing and now discussing a wager. Though he admits to himself, the blanket party was definitely in order. “Save a few for me….” “What do you think...

“Youse was verries sneakies dens bottle-bottle, oh yesh youse was! But me’s understands.” Lifty-ifty of bottle-bottle for to drinky-drink. Hoboken burpy-urped. “Ahh dat hitsa spot, yesh it doos. Youse takes cares of mes, bottle-bottle.” Bleary, blood-shot eyes stare off to da fires once again. “Scus...

Ice like eyes gazed out over the pasture nestled in the wooded vale below, listening to the bells coming from the Abbey of Dionysus. The sound infuriating where it intruded upon the observers solitude. Every day of every year those bells disrupted sleep and peace. And with the coming of summer broug...

“Youse wants hear stories bottle-bottle?” shakey-achey handsies lifty-ifty the glittery ceramics. “What story bottle-bottle?” A shimmy-shake to set contents swirling. “My story? But yous was dares! Well, mostlies. Da rests was all Hobokens! And da friers…how me miss dems.” Three faces look up to sta...

Since NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is here once again, I finally got up the courage to join and participate. Figured since people have asked, I'll tell Hoboken's story. Will try to update this as I write and hopefully it's entertaining for whoever reads it. Oh, I edited some and added in...