Ex_Libris

[Ed - The storyline is on Freedom only. I would love to have people who wish to spend 15 minutes or an hour to play someone that wishes to get involved in the storyline as there are plenty of opportunities. This will be ongoing. The Interview will be recorded and written up the following week for people to follow. There will then be another comment on it which will lead to another roleplay event the following week this time perhaps with a few things that a particular supergroup will have to react to. There will be a background and mood set then adventures to follow if all goes well.

The group of heroes will have reporters make public their exploits for the edification of others and to raise interest and awareness on the server for possible joint stories or teaming.]

Paragon Times
Community Page Section 3A

Small special interest announcement tucked among the lingerie sales ads:

Everyday Heroes: Eye on City Hall

One can't stroll around the city without being overshadowed by magnificent statues of superbeings in flight or posing with the city skyline as a backdrop. These statues remind us of the sacrifices made for the sake of our safety while also remimding us of the dangers we still face every day. However, Paragon City is home to more heroes than just the costumed crusaders of concrete or spandex.

Every day, ordinary citizens are working to keep Paragon the first city of the nation. Firefighters, paramedics, security officers, law enforcement officers, schoolteachers... the list goes on. People who care and work hard for us but don't make headlines with glossy pictures are as essential to our future as those in masks and tights.

In this week's segment of our ongoing series Everyday Heroes, this newshound will interview one such concerned and hardworking citizen - our very own Congressman Victor Hathaway.

Rep. Hathaway, chair of the National Superhero and Security Coordination committee, is a self-made man who worked his way through college and law school. He's been active in the community, has taken many pro bono cases for the injured poor and currently holds the chairmanship of the Paragon Bar Association Council for Constitutional Authenticity. Rep. Hathaway is working closely with several committees looking into the safety of the homeless and impoverished on the streets and his office was also instrumental in structuring the new Office of Superhuman Registration. He's educated, driven, and if this reporter can say so, a really sharp dresser. Perhaps someday Paragon will put one of its own in the White House and Rep. Hathaway is a promising candidate.

I'm sure our readers are eager to find out what issues he'll address and will be looking at next and how better to support someone who shares our interests.
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The Interview will be conducted May 23, Sunday at 5pm EST in City Hall, Atlas Park.

-Laine Harper Paragon Times



[Future Corps, a Supergroup on Freedom will begin a roleplayed storyline that will have public events of a political nature. People are welcome to listen or even participate in an appropriate manner. If anyone is interested in playing bit parts of citizens, businessmen, councilmen, patrons, shadowy figures please email me on this forum. We'd love to have you.]

Mykal was a straight 'A' student at Marshall High School and the top of his class. School for him wasn't a challenge. All the subjects came easy. So much in fact that he was completing college courses in seventh grade in addition to his regular school work. His high school graduation was unlike any that Galaxy City had ever seen. At the same time he acquired his diploma, he was also receiving his bachelor's degree from Paragon University in bioengineering.

This raised more than a few eyebrows not only in Paragon but at top colleges across the nation. Admissions from places like Stanford, Yale, Princeton, and MIT, were all clamoring to offer him a free education. In the end, he picked MIT.

Because of all the hoopla, high school was a little stressful. Not because of his workload. That he loved that. That was his escape. No. It was people. Kids, mostly, who had an issue with him and his gifts. He didn't understand it at first. But it was plainly apparent with the comments and treatment he was given by the so called ruling popularity crowd. Jealously was openly rampant and raging.

Surprisingly, this was not the driving force behind their dislike of him. Disdain in a few cases. No. The underlying issue didn't have anything to do with what he was, an obvious genius. It had to do with who he was, a fact that people was openly aware.

He was a Christian.


BOOOP.

His train of thought was broken by the phone intercom signal.

"Yes?" he said, not taking his eyes off the view in front of him.

"Josef Keller is on the line."

He took one more look at the city, sighing in acceptance, before turning his attention to the phone.

"Put him through."

Darminiam:

"What do you mean things are not always under our control." Renegade looked away from the window and Rook to look back at Thevshi.

"Things are not always under our control? It depends on how you look at it. If they are related to your actions, then you always have control. At least that is how I believe."

He walked back towards Thevshi, but not before he places a hand on Rook's shoulder. Then he continues to walk until he reaches the sofa and sits down on the far end from Thevshi.

I don't want to provoke her. She has suffered too much as it is. If I sit by her, she might lash out again, but I need her to feel comfortable.

He leans back on the couch and says, "You said, you would rather not kill. Is that a situation that you felt was out of your control. That you had no choice but to do it?"

He looked up at the ceiling. "I'd be lying if I said I have never killed anyone. That is not a boast. In the military, at war, it is kill or be killed. Simple as that. I wish I had never done that, but it is a past that I would like to atone. For every person, I have killed, there are many more that need help. That is why I'm in this business."

He looked her again and said, "What was your reason for killing? What made you cross that line? Especially one so young as yourself."

Thevshi:

Bernadette could not believe that she had backed herself into this. She had not told anyone about this since she had moved to America, not Alex, not Shuan, no one. Yes she knew that this d*mn night would never end unless she cooperated with Renegade.

“It was me first field mission with the project, just after I turned fifteen.” She said as her mind began to retrace the feelings associated with the event, the excitement of her first mission, to the anticipation of completing it, to fear as she was alone in Kosovo, and finally the horror of what she had to do. “It was supposed ta be a simple operation, little risk for me. I spent a month in Germany trainin’ with the SAS platoon that I was goin’ ta work with.”

She looked at Renegade, and seeing his attentions fixed on her, knew she had to continue on. “I was part o’ a NATO operation ta bring Serbian war criminals before the Hague. Simple snatch an’ grab. Funny ‘ow the simple things often go so wrong.”

“I was ta carryout the ground reconnaissance for the mission. After droppin’ out o’ a cargo plane at twenty thousand feet, I flew down ta a small remote village in the hills o’ Kosovo that our target was supposed ta be in. Ariel recon ‘ad spotted ‘im an’ ‘is bodyguard approachin’ the target site.”

“It was easy enough ta slip in an’ confirm which buildin’ ‘e was in. I returned back ta a safe location an’ relayed the information back to the command element. Then I just ‘ad ta sit back an’ wait fer me ride back when the assault team came.” Bernadette remembered how relieved she was when she had thought her part of the mission was done. “That is when things started ta go wrong.”

“A mechanical failure grounded the bird that was ta bring in the assault team an’ take me out o’ there. What was ta be about thirty minutes on the ground slowly extended out to two hours. It was then that ariel recon spotted a convoy of troops on their way ta the village. Even ‘avein’ scrounged up some other transport, the snatch team couldn’ make it before the target would be to well defended.”

Bernadette’s heart was beating fast and she felt slightly ill, but continued on. “The mission commanders were not about ta let this one slip through their fingers. An air raid was outa the question, to many civilians in the village. They ‘ad a contingency plan in place that we ‘ad trained and they decided ta initiate it.” She paused for a moment before quietly stating, “I was ordered ta go in an’ kill the target.”

A tear ran down Bernadette’s cheek as her words hung momentarily in the air. “I made me way back inta the village, me ‘eart was poundin’ like a sledgehammer the entire way. As easily as I ‘ad slipped in before, I entered the ‘ouse the target was occupyin’. Walkin’ through the walls, I soon entered the target’s room.”

“’e was sittin’ at a desk, with ‘is back ta me, writin’ some report or some such when ‘e ‘eard me as I returned me density ta normal. ‘e stood up in shock at first, but that quickly faded as he looked me over and decided that I was no threat ta ‘im. Rushing forward, ‘e grabbed me arms, yellin’ somethin’ that I couldn’ understand.”

Bernadette’s voice dropped in volume and she looked down at the ground as she continued on. “It was over before ‘e could blink. I reached up while increasin’ me density and broke ‘is neck, just like the SAS lads ‘ad taught me.”

She halted momentarily, another tear running down her cheek. “I could only stare at the body at me feet fer what seemed an eternity, when some o’ the bodyguards started to bang on the door an’ callin’ out ta ‘im.”

“I quickly switched ta me desolid form an’ flew up outta the ‘ouse and off inta the night. Two hours later, I met up with some Army Rangers in a HUMVEE.”

“I think they were truly shocked at the sight o’ me. Probably expectin’ some grizzled ol’ vet, not a young lass that only a few years before they woulda been tryin’ ta get inta bed with.”

“I was silent as we made our way back ta the stagein’ area. They kept tryin’ ta engage me in conversation, but I didin’ feel like talkin’. One even gave me a [censored] (cigarette) ta smoke. I thought I was goin’ ta die I coughed so much. Didn’ take long fer me ta toss it out the window. They finally went ta talkin’ amongst themselves for the rest o’ the trip.”

“When we made it back ta base, I was the big ‘ero. The mission commanders were all very pleased, the representatives from the project were ‘appy that their little lass ‘ad performed as ordered and the SAS lads were proud o’ me fer continuing on an’ finishin’ the mission.” Bernadette looked back up. “Only I didin’ feel all that proud o’ meself. In fact, I was moody and snappy with anyone who tried ta talk with me. Luckily I was back at the project in London only a few days after the mission was over.”

“The projects psychologists quickly realized I was experiencin’ guilt and began therapy as well as brinin’ in a priest ta take me confession. Centurion, the team leader for Project Daedalus, stepped in at this point and made sure that I wasn’ placed in that sort o’ situation again.” Bernadette thought back to the support she had received from the team members and how much that had meant to her. “Despite all the justification that there was fer that man’s death, I was ‘aunted by the fact that I was an assassin. ‘e ‘ad stood as much chance against me as a small child would ‘ave against ‘im. Ta kill a man in battle, while ‘e is shottin’ at ye, that is one thing, but to kill a man in cold blood, that is somethin’ else. I just pray that I ‘ave done enough ta repent fer me actions that day.”

She turned her head to regard Rook again. “Is that what ye are tryin’ ta do? Gain forgiveness fer all yer past crimes? How long will it take ta wash all the blood from yer soul?”

Darminiam:

Renegade looks back up at the ceiling and let the words that she directed towards Rook to linger in the air. He didn't have anything to say. To many emotions passed through his mind at the moment.

He thought briefly of his childhood and realizes that compared to Bernadette's life it had been a piece of cake. In gangs, I had done plenty of foolish things. Things that I now regret and will never do again. I blame them on my inexperience, on my age, on anything. But they were my decisions. Decisions that I had a choice to make.

Bernadette on the other hand has just been reacting all her life. Her past life, her friends, her family, her decisions were all made by someone else! Even the things she regrets in her life were decided by someone else!

He looked her again and thought, "Who gives someone the right to control her life like that, to make every decision for her? Especially one so young as her. And is she still living under that shadow? Had she forgiven herself for what happened that day?"

Rook:

There was only so much that Rook could take. Had he gone so far down a spiraling path of destruction and death, that he had even lost his soul? God didn't care about a murderer like him...God wanted no part of Rook and his evil ways...or so thought Rook.

Slowly rising from his chair and looking only at Renegade, Rook spoke.

"Let the lass go...I kint stand te' have her ere anymoor. Her story seems....convincing..."

He turned to Thevshi, looked at her dead in the eyes and said, "Attack me' agin lass....and ye won't be walkin....I swear by it..."

The young girl seemed undaunted though.

Renegade seemed completely opposite though. Here was a girl who had nearly killed Rook...hated him for what he had done...lost her mother to the same terrorist group that Rook was a member of, and now.....

Rook was letting her go. Didn't make much sense to him at all.

"Take er bloody cuffs off and show er the door...I've hed enoof of er..."

Darminiam:

Renegade looked at Rook not understanding the situation. He could tell that Rook was through with her, that if nothing else, she had hit a nerve with him. And from the expression in his face, she not only hurt him physically, but mentally as well.

Renegade walked over to Thevshi. He stopped in from of her and looked down. "Why. I'm not even going to pretend I understand all the pain that both of you are going through. That is an experience that I hope I do not have to go through. But I don't understand why you just want me to let her go."

Renegade knelt down and reached over towards the manacles. "Your not going to put up a fight, lass?" He placed his finger on the ID print of the manacles and they open up. Renegade removes the manacles from her hand then helped her up.

He walked over to the door and stood in front of him. "Sorry for the inconvenience. I'm truly sorry for the situation that you have been placed in and I am also sorry for what has happened to you in life. Please, this way."

He hits a buzzer for security to come up and escort her. Then he waits patiently by the door for her to move. Rook, we need to talk after this, he thought. You are hurting way too much, letting everything affect you. What affects you, affects us.

Thevshi:

Bernadette looked at Renegade as he removed the cuffs. She messaged her wrists as he helped her to her feet. “I think I’m done fightin’ fer the night. ‘e ain’ worth it.” She glared over at Rook as she followed Renegade to the door. As they stood waiting for security, she looked back over at Rook, who was again facing the snowy night.

“If I were ye Rook, I would worry less about yer life now, an’ more about yer soul. I suppose I should take ‘eart that at some point ye will face judgment fer yer crimes, in this life or the next. But ye never know, it might not be to late ta seek forgiveness from the Lord.”

A voice sounded from outside the door, “Security here sir.” Renegade opened the door and outside were two of the uniformed guards. Bernadette looked up at Renegade, “Well, I wish I could say it’s been a nice visit, but…Ye seem a decent enough fellow,” she looked back over to Rook, “don’ see why ye would associate with the likes o’ ‘im.” She looked back at Renegade, “But maybe ye are more willin’ ta give second chances.” Turning away, she walked out the door and started following the security guards through the building.

As she walked though the building, Bernadette’s head was swirling with thoughts. She couldn’t believe how much she had allowed her anger to control her, it had been like Rome all over again. Having to recount some of the worst events in her life had left Bernadette feeling emotionally drained. Right now all she wanted to do was go home and sleep, she would try to sort things out in the morning, and she knew just where to do that.

Soon the guards had lead her to the front of the Team1 headquarters. Her breath hung in the cold night air as fresh snow drifted down to the ground. She smiled weakly as they wished her good night and sifted her density to her desolid form, becoming ghostly in appearance as she flew up into the air.

The city sped by as Bernadette made her way home. The lights glowing off the fresh snow helped to relax her troubled mind. The city seemed so peaceful, like a picturesque scene. Up ahead, Bernadette spotted her street and flew down to the front of her house. She walked up the steps to the door and not really worried about the neighbors, went desolid and walked through the door.

There were lights on back in the kitchen and the hall, Bernadette chided herself for not having noticed that. I must really be out o’ it. She started back towards the kitchen to see if her father was passed out downstairs somewhere. She passed by the living room, there were several empty beer bottles on the coffee table. As she neared the kitchen, her father appeared in the door.

“There ye are lass, finally decided ta come ‘ome I see!” He was clearly drunk and moved forward with some difficulty. “What’s the matter? No more pubs fer ye ta destroy?”

Surprise crossed Bernadette’s face as she looked at her father. “’ow did ye know?”

Her father stopped right in front of her and leaned down slightly, Bernadette could smell the alcohol on his breath. “I know, because I was there lass! I saw ye fightin’ with that other. An’ I know that ye ‘ave been out playin’ ‘ero. I ‘ope ye are gettin' paid fer it like ye were before!”

Anger began to well up with in Bernadette again. After all that she had been through in the last few days and hours, this was the last thing she needed. “Even if I was, ye wouldn’ ‘ave a right ta know! Ye ‘ave pretty much given up any right ta knowin’ what is goin’ on in me life!”

Anger flared in her fathers eyes as he yelled back, “I will not take lip like that from ye lass!” His right hand began to swing at her face, but Bernadette’s reflexes were far superior to her fathers, and she had been trained by the best hand-to-hand instructors the British Special Air Service had to offer. Before it was half way towards her, her left arm was up, easily blocking his swing. Just as fast, her right arm sped forward, grabbing him by his collar, as she shoved him to her left and against the wall. The stairway shook as she held him with his feet off the ground and glared up at him with fury in her eyes.

“Don’t ye ever bloody raise yer ‘and ta me again you d*mn lush! From the moment ye took me ta Project Daedalus, ye ceased ta be a part of me life! Ye were more than ‘appy ta take the money they gave ye for my participation and never ask any questions. Fer all ye knew, they could ‘ave been usin’ me fer a ‘igh class call girl! So if ye think I am goin’ ta let ye suddenly decide that ye can tell me what ta do, ye are sadly mistaken!”

Bernadette released her grip and her father dropped down to the floor and just sat there looking up at her in fear. “Now if ye will excuse me, I need ta wash some blood off me face and then I think I will take me leave fer a few days.”

Bernadette then stormed up stairs and went into the bathroom. She took off her gloves and threw them to the side and turned on the water. She ran her hands under them and splashed water on her face and started to scrub off Rook’s blood. She was so angry, how dare he after all this time decide he had a right to say anything about her life. She did not want to stay here tonight.

She walked back to her room and grabbed a gym bag and started to stuff it with a few days worth of clothes. Looking around, she felt sad, but knew that she had to leave. Making her way back downstairs, she looked over at her father who was still where she had dropped him, his face buried in his hands sobbing.

“Well, I am leavin’ fer a few days. Maybe we can talk things over then, or maybe I will just leave fer good. It will depend you ye.” She turned and strode towards the door, shifting desolid as she walked through it.

She stood out on the doorstep of her house and looked up at the snow falling from the sky as tears ran down her cheeks. She felt so alone right now, this night had to be one of the worst in her entire life. Looking back at the house briefly, she knew where she could go and who she could see to help her with everything.

I need to find some people who likes to roleplay on Pinnacle server.

My Name si Miriam I'm 25 so I'm not a bady
My character Names are Aria Bliss and Lunatica, or just leave me a private message here on the forum, thanks!!

Thursday, May 20th, 2004

Wow, pretty uneventful day. Just your usual day at the office, though there were a few interesting going-ons....

-Most of the missions today were vendettas, take out so many of these guys, so many of these guys, get this from these guys. Boring, but hey, money is money.

-Did a little scouting in Atlas Park to see if there were any young prospects, and I did stumble across a young man named "Demondim" who I will be keeping my eye on....

-Went on a mission with Aureon to recover a high school trophy.... That's right, a trophy. We fought the Tinker Toys, by far the absolute most annoying group of baddies in existence, for a trophy. Listen, I know that it was the only thing that reminded this kid of when he could walk, and he did try to get it back himself, but the Tinkers took his wheelchair apart (I had to try really hard not to laugh when my contact said that.) But still, come on. They were tough, too! I went down a couple times, but Aureon got me back up. I have the trophy now and will return it to the kid tommorow, I guess.

-Went on a mission taking out The Lost where I was given a Plasmatic Taser because my contact wanted me to incapacitate, not kill. The thing is, they only last an hour, and I was really hungry and didn't go to lunch yet. If there were any Lost hanging out at the Diner, I would have been glad to use it on them, but there weren't. So I had to resort to shooting limbs. Oh well, they'll live, I think....

-Tried for the second time to find this place deep in the Perez forests to save this fortune teller with Aureon, god I hate Perez. We ended up getting lost...Again, and I had to ask for help, so a man named "The Sightless One" was kind enough to teleport me out. I was more than generous with his reward for his troubles. Keep that in mind, folks. If you are good to Mr. Midnight. Mr Midnight is good to you....

And on that note, I will be going to my bed to rest up for another hard day of crimefighting.

Name : The Beloved of Gaia
Leader : Mountain's Twin
Player Type : Any
Number of Members : Just started up.
General Info : Nature-based group. Any and all nature-type heroes may apply.

It is my "buisness" as you put it. It is everyones. You set a dangerous precident Mr. Contact. I am not a fool. I am not a blind communist. I understand the importance of capitalism, and the role it plays on the way to a better society. It is needed for this world right now. But, we are different. We, like this city are meant to be Paragons of a better world. This is too be a city of the future, and we an ideal of what a person can be. Everytime you take money for what otherwise is a noble cause, you tarnish your self, and bring yourself down. You become less of a hero, and more like what you fight, using your power for gain. I will not fight you now. I will watch you," Red starr commented as he looked over his shoulder towards the mishmosh of company men "and your salary superheros. If you fall from the side of right, know that Red Starr, if not the Soviet Union of superheroes, will be waiting."

Red Starr relaxed. He had said what he had come to say. And he knew the truth of his words. He waited for a response, simply as nicity.

He knowingly remarked , " You do not help your case for noblity, with the company you keep either" as he nodded at the Sly Fox


OOC: sorry bout the slow response, it took a bit to think of a good reply, and i was moving over the weekend!

Thansk alot. That fixed it.
Side note wonder what possessed them not to include full mouse-look movement. Coming off 5 years of playing everquest its rather ingrained now and I keep trying to do it.

Thank again.

Lobe grasped the plate of cake that was offered him then crouched down in order to free his upper body. The resulting shower of debris thouroughly engulfed the piece of cake, and everything else within a few feet. He then turned to Helsing and sad, "Apology accepted, yup. And thanks for the cake. Lobe loves cake!" A huge grin creased his face as he tried to blow the dust and splinters off of his desert. A pigeon craned its head through the hole in the ceiling and cooed at him, at which point he gave up on the cake and placed it in the ceiling above him, "Here ya go little fella. I bet you never had cake before. Sorry for interrupting the young ones, yup I am."

My friend is trying to get these bindings to work and gets and error that states that only 1 arg is allowed and he has 4. Could anyone give us any advice as to why he is recieving that message?

Hello. Rp'er here but have yet to do any in game. just getting the hang of things first. I'll have to come back and post bios when I finish creating stories for my characters (I have one for The Student but want to fix it up a bit.

Cheers

ps: any former AO Rp'ers around? PM me would like to find out if I know any of ya

Lobe had sat oblivious to the goings on around him while he ate. After thanking Deth for the pizza he had dug into it with the same look he'd given Gideon before punching him. He did grin happily at the sound of the burps. He was on his last piece of Paragon's cheesiest when Helsing tore a strip off of the contrail left by Galactic Jack. A look of intense dissapointment marred Lobe's normally happy demeanor. As his focus lurched from his meal to the verbal offender outside he stood up.

The sound of treated wood, stained and expertly crafted, snapping, brought Lobe's attention back to the room he was in. Unfortunately, he had already thrust his head and shoulders through the ceiling before it could do any good. As dust and wood chips finished raining down on those near the 13 foot hero they heard a verry audible "Oops!" come from the space above the ceiling. "I'm sorry. Lobe sorry. I didn't mean too... I forgot. Mr. Helsing was saying bad things. I'm sorry. Lobe have no money but I will get a job and pay for it." The tirade, said in Lobe's most sincere and horified voice, floated down over the group as they stared at the part of Lobe that was still visible, acting for all the world like a pillar that had been placed in the shop to support the ceiling.

Addition:

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Sets the time on the screen of the chat balloon for that message only. Duration limitations are unknown. &lt;&gt; commands can be used with any chat channel prefix (/page, /tell, /whisper, /request, /auction, /emote, etc.)

Can't tell ya how useful this guide's been Cudos and thanks.

Thank you, very nice information

Your team is by far the best development and customer service team the MMORPG market has ever seen. I have brought my entire Everquest guild over to CoH, and that my friends is one of the highest complements one can receive. REVENUE

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There are parks near the Freedom Courts in Galaxy City and Atlas Park. They are handy, near other players, crime free (nothing like having Hellions pop into the middle of a discussion) and cover some area, allowing for sub-groups.

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parks sound good to me, should we designate a specific one, I.E. north, east, west, south of freedom corps or city hall?

Due Quan is a student of the Katana. He studied dutifully under an aging Japanese master, who ignored the boy's Vietnamese heritage (his grand-parents were refugees from the Vietnam war) and treated him as his own son. As the call for heroes went out across the World from Paragon City, Quan's master sent him off to fight crime, see the world, and Master the Katana. (Cheesie I know, still working on fleshing this out.) He speaks English without an accent, and though his understanding is not perfect, he can carry on a conversation without trouble.

Due Quan is Natural Katana/Super Reflexes Scrapper, security level 9

Lucian Sever grew up feeling.. different. Not special, just somewhat isolated from his contemporary students. Never feeling comfortable in blue jeans and brightly colored T-shirts, he eventually adopted the non-uniform of the Gothic culture. Spending much of his life locked up in a library, he was surprized to find a new tome in the Fantasy section (why, it had never been there before, and he'd read every book on that row!). Translated to the Tome of the Arcane, it absorbed Lucian's interest, and now he spends time unlocking the spells within it.

Lucian Sever is an Illusion/Empathy Controller at security level Four

Hedayo, if you want a good feel for the Irish accent, and you have some money to spend, buy a series of language tapes called "Irish on Your Own", available on Amazon. It's a series of lessons on how to speak the Irish language (sometimes in english called Gaelic), specifically the dialect from the Ulster region.

The tape series starts out very slow, and the people teaching the lessons speak english with a strong Irish accent. But if you want a good feel for where the accent comes from, actually hearing them speak Irish helps a lot.

There are also free Irish language resources on the web, if you Google for them.

A couple bits of slang Irish -

póg mo thón = kiss my butt
bairn = baby
mooching = well ... sure you know this one, but it's origin is irish
gobdaw = idiot (he's a right gobdaw)
slaine = lit- "health", used to mean cheers! or goodbye
craic = fun (we had great craic the other night)
gob = mouth (she never shuts her gob)
failte = welcome
mac = son

And well, if you want more maybe check out some Pogues or Shane MacGowan records. That langauge set Irish on Your Own is great, though.

--Tipsy McStagger

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520 second base recharge
520/1.33 = 383.45
383.45/1.33 = 288.31
288.31/1.33 = 216.77

A friend and I timed this today with a stopwatch and with my 3 SOs, I am at 350 seconds not 216.77.

The recharge difference is 5:50 (mine) apx 3:36.

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I think you're calculating it incorrectly. The way I understand it is as follows:

Base recharge = 520 sec
Each SO Recharge Reducer has a 33% effect

Default Recharge = 520 / 1 = 520
Recharge with 1 SO = 520 / 1.33 = 391
Recharge with 2 SO = 520 / 1.67 = 312
Recharge with 3 SO = 520 / 2 = 260

This still doesn't jive with your numbers, but these are the calculations that I was lead to believe were accurate. Someone please chime in if I've munged the calculations.

Oh, as a note: This means that any enhancers that REDUCE (endurance, recharge, etc) have a diminishing return on investment.

Mykal looked out of his sevnteenth story window in downtown Galaxy City, admiring the beauty that had sprung up in spite of the devastation that had hit Paragon and still existed in various parts. This was his hometown and he loved it.

He sighed as he looked across the skyline.

"This is my city now, Lord. You've given it into mine and many others' hands to protect. We need You, because we cannot do this on our own."

His home town. This was not the same city that he grew up in. So much had happened. So much had changed. Not only in the city but to him. His whole destiny had been redirected.

It all began with a dream.

Name: Lords of light
Motto: Follow the distant light out of the darkness and there youll find freedom under the impenetrable shield of light. The Lords of Light.
Leaders: NE0 &amp; IronMantis
Player Type: Casual to Power Gamer
Number of members: 10-15
Current member levels: 15
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Thevshi:

Bernadette’s head hurt more now, Bloody ******* almost ripped out me ‘air. Guess ye deserved it, ye smart mouthed lass. She hadn’t really thought that her comments would push him like that. The way he reacted was as if he hated to think about what he was, not so much as if he was trying to hide it, but as if he was ashamed. Well, ‘e should be bloody ashamed.

She watched him as he went back to his chair and then finally faced away from her, looking out into the snow filled night. Then the other man, Renegade if she remembered right from the new articles, pulled up a chair in front of her.

“Are you alright? He didn’t hurt you much did he?” She just stared at him for while he began to question her more. This annoyed her to no end. Here was Rook, a murder who had come very close to killing her, and Renegade was wanting her to talk about herself.

“I am fine, I’ve ‘ad worse.” She finally responded through clenched teeth as anger started to well up in her again. "And ye want ta know why I ‘ate ‘em? Don’ it matter that we are sittin’ in the same room as the most dangerous IRA assassin there ever was?” She looked back over at Rook, who was still brooding.

“Don’ ye know ‘ow Connor McMinn went to become Rook, a man with a list o’ victims longer than me arm? I ‘ave a copy of the SIS file on em back at me ‘ouse if ye want ta look it over!” The frustration of the entire situation was starting to get to her as tears were welling up in her eyes. Here was a murder who many thought of as a hero and she was the one being interrogated!

“I saw ye both on the news two nights ago, and I knew then who ‘e was, I just needed ta prove it!” She glared back at Renegade. “Ye want ta know why I ‘ate em? Because IRA *******s like ‘im were the ones who killed me mother!” She shouted as tears started down her cheeks.

Darminiam:

Renegade tried to hide the shock that appeared on his face. He had known that Rook worked for the IRA, but as an assassin?

Even though he tried to hide it Thevshi noticed the his face transform for an instant. Renegade looked up, smiled and stood up. He walked over to the bar to get another drink, since his cup was currently among the remains of his trashed desk.

He needed to clear his mind for a second. What else are you hiding Rook? Why didn't you let me know? He took a drink and he could feel the burn that the brandy made as it went down his throat. To put it bluntly, maybe I didn't want to know. I've had a chance to read his file and I never did. Everyone should have a chance on being who they wanted to be. The past has always been his own. Now . . . He finishes his drink, puts it down and walks back over towards Bernadette.

As he was walking back to the chair. He asks . . .

"I know this is a tough situation that your in. I know you want justice. Or . . . something that will ease your mind for all the suffering that you have had in your life. I really would like to help you."

He pauses for a second, then says, "I'd like to know what happened to your mother? Why you tie all your hatred to the IRA. This is something that us . . . Americans don't completely understand. Please explain it to me so that I can . . . do something to help. Or at least understand."

Thevshi:

Bernadette let the tears run down her cheeks as she saw the look of surprise on Renegade’s face. She had been right, he hadn’t know everything about Rook’s past. She couldn’t understand why she was telling him all of this, but she pulled up the terrible memories of that summer day five years ago.
“I was born an’ raised in Dublin, a Catholic.” She said staring hard at Rook for a moment. “I was pretty much sheltered from all the fightin’ an’ such, but five years ago, me parents took me ta see some distant relatives that had moved ta Belfast, I was twelve at the time. Things ‘ad seemed quite there, but one summer day while we was shoppin’ me mother an’ I went down ta a restaurant that was mainly frequented by Protestants.” Bernadette could feel more tears starting to form as she felt the pain of remembering tighten in her chest.

“We were waitin’ ta be seated when someone opened the door and yelled somethin’ as they tossed a package inside. Everyone in the place panicked, and in the confusion and fear, I did somethin’ that I ‘ad never done before. I lowered my density, becoming intangible. Me ‘and o’ course slipped right out of me mother’s and she looked at me with panic and fear, tryin’ ta grab me and run.” A tear ran down Bernadette’s cheek as she remembered the last time she had seen her mother’s face and the complete fear and horror that was evident.

She breathed in deep and continued, “That is when everything exploded. I watched as me mother’s body was thrown across the room by the blast, along with all the other people that were tryin’ ta escape the restaurant. All I could do was stand there in ‘orror, as I watched the inferno caused by the bomb started ta burn the bodies.” Bernadette could not understand why she was telling them all of this, it was so painful. Did Rook really deserve to know why she hatted him? And Renegade, he was on the same team as Rook, but he truly seemed to want to get to the truth of the matter.

But now that she had started, she might as well finish. “I stood in the midst of the destruction, completely untouched, for what seemed like an eternity. Then I ran out of the destroyed building, out into the street. I think the sight o’ me emerging from the burning restaurant was more o’ a shock ta the crowd that ‘ad gathered than the destruction itself. Me father forced ‘is way forward as I ran ta ‘im, tryin’ to seek comfort in ‘is arms. Course, I didn’ know ‘ow ta shut off me power, so we could only try to touch each other until I tired and me power shut off.” Bernadette brushed some tears from her eyes, she still couldn’t believe how much her emotions had been running away these last few days. But, she was now determined to press on.

“A pair o’ British soldiers ‘ad been there ta see me emerge from the restaurant, and when more arrived ta seal of the area, the officer in charge took down me fathers name an’ our address. Two weeks later, some representatives from Project Daedalus arrived ta talk to me father about me and me powers. Me father ‘ad pretty much become convinced I was the possessed and ‘ad been drinkin’ ‘imself into a stupor. ‘e was more than willin’ ta listen when they said they could ‘elp me and so three days latter we were in London.”

She sighed deeply as she continued, remembering the feelings of betrayal as her father had made himself all but a non-entity in her life. “To the scientists at the project, I was an’ amazing find, the chance to study a mutant’s development at an early age. They ran all sorta tests to discover what me abilities were, and as they quickly realized that most were of a physical nature, they began a trainin’ program that would complement me powers. A large portion o’ the trainin’ was handled by the SAS security detachment to the project. Me father mean while ‘appily took the stipend the British Government offered and completely crawled up into the bottle, becoming nothing more than a burden I ‘ad to take care of when ever I was ‘ome.”

“But I really didn’ ‘ave much time ta dwell on that, the project kept me very busy. They decided against putting me in a regular school and brought in private tutors to provide fer me education. I became the little sister ta all the other members o’ the team, the youngest o’ them bein’ ten years older than me, and all the SAS lads saw me the same way.” Bernadette smiled slightly, it had been a somewhat isolated time, but she had been liked by everyone at the project. She then looked back at Renegade.

“Anyway, by the time I was fifteen, I ‘ad completed all the trainin’ needed ta be a member o’ the SAS as well as all manner o’ other things. This was the point that they decided that I was ready ta start bein’ used in the field.” Bernadette’s gaze hardened as she looked into Renegade’s eyes. She was again growing frustrated with being questioned. Why was she the one who had to relive her past. “Is that what ye wanted ta ‘ear? ‘ow a simple Irish lass saw ‘er mother die before ‘er eyes an’ came ta despise terrorists? 'ow she went on ta become a good little servant o' the crown?”

Her temper was beginning to flare again at the entire situation, she looked over at Rook again shouting, “An’ you! ‘ow do ye live with it all? All those deaths on ye conscious? Or do ye even ‘ave one? The one time I ‘ad ta kill d*mn near tore out me soul!”

Rook:

The words hurt, but one could only listen to so many words. Rook, still not looking at either Thevshi or Renegade, sighed heavily and continued to glance out at the soft falling snow.

Thevshi. Her name seemed almost ironic to Rook. Thevshi, or 'ghost' in Irish folklore, seemed to almost resemble a ghost herself.

In his head, she embodied all of the innocents he had killed in his former life. Rook ran his hand through his blood-matted hair and looked to the ground in sadness.

She seemed to be a physical representation of all of his nightmares. "Thevshi" seemed to fit her well.

Rook shot a glance at her, hoping in time, that this would be a ghost which wouldn't haunt him for all time.

Her story pushed the knife further and further into Rook's stomach. Her mother was a casuality of the bloody war. Rook thought of the faces of all of his victims...he couldn't ever shake them from his mind. The images of screaming mothers, crying children and burning homes would haunt him forever.

Rook listened to the conversation only half-heartedly, wondering what to do....with 'everything' he was going through.

Darminiam:

Renegade sat back in his seat. There was a lot of information that had just been given to him, information that not only revealed the hurt of a young woman that has only felt pain for most of her life, but also a revelation of a friend who he thought he knew.

Did what she say really change what I think of Rook. Is he really this assassin that she was looking for. Did this change who Rook really was? All these questions came to Renegade's mind but this was a question that he couldn't deal with now. This was nothing compared to the pain that this woman was feeling.

Renegade took a deep breath and said, "You said that the one time you had to kill . . . it nearly tore your soul. Let me ask you something. If I released you right now, what would you do? Would you attack him, . . . attack me, . . . kill him? Would that solve your problems? Would that ease the suffering that you have had in your life?"

Renegade looked at her eyes, "Would that make you a better person because you avenged your mother's death? A long time ago, I learned that things don't happen for a reason. People always say they do, but I don't believe it does. There is no rhyme or reason to the way things happen. What does count is the way that you handle a situation that was dealt to you."

He moved forward on his seat to get closer to Thevshi, "Most people would have given up on themselves after what happened to you. They would have given up on life and decided that the curse they were given has forever separated themselves from this society."

Renegade took off his left glove, which revealed an onyx colored gem engraved in the palm of his hand. "After a situation that changes your life, one would feel like lashing out in the world, instead of asking questions. I could have lashed out after this happened to me. Instead, I'm trying to figure out what this gift or curse really is."

He looked over at Rook. "The only person that has the answer to the questions you are looking for is sitting there. Only he knows the reasons of why he did what he did. You'd have to have the courage to ask."

He got up and walked towards the window. "Do you know the reason why you were involved in the war? Was it because you were trained to do so, or because you wanted to. Are your beliefs that strong that you would kill for Catholicism? To kill or attack others for religious beliefs? I guess that could be a question to ask both of you. I really don't know."

Thevshi:

Bernadette looked at Renegade as he asked his questions. Had she been tying to kill Rook? Had she wanted to? She had wanted to see him punished for his crimes, but killed? “I never said I was tryin’ ta kill ‘im.” She finally said. “I wanted ta see him punished fer what ‘e was, not viewed as a great ‘ero!” Pausing she continued a little more quietly as she looked down at the ground, “I just might ‘ave gotten a wee bit carried away. I just want ta see some kind o’ justice done.”

She looked back up at Renegade, “I never asked ta be dragged inta this life, but I ‘ave accepted it as something I was meant ta do. Fer what ever reason, the Lord ‘as seen fit ta give me the ability ta do things most can’. I am not about ta question ‘is will. As a Catholic, I like ta believe that there is good in everyone and that we can all reach salvation. I would rather not kill, but unfortunately, things do not always so simple. If I could go through the rest o’ me life without ‘aving ta kill anyone, then I would be much more confident fer the fate of me soul.” Bernadette brushed another tear from her eye, she didn’t like how emotional she had been the last few days, and now having to revel ones deepest fears and feelings to two strangers wasn’t making her feel that much better. “But, things are not always in our control.”

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Can't test this at the moment, but this might work:
/bind r "powexec_name Fly$$powexec_abort$$powexec_name Hover$$powexec_abort$$powexec_name Sprint"

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Not sure it has to be that complex.

powexec_name Fly$$powexec_name Hover$$powexec_name Sprint

Multiple powexecs together result in the following behavior:

- If all powers are off, the last one will be turned on.
- Any powers that are on will be turned off.
- If all but one power are on, they will be turned off and the one will be turned on.

So this will turn on Sprint if all 3 powers are off or if either Hover or Fly are off. If all 3 are on, all 3 will be turned off. If Fly and Hover are on but Sprint is off, Fly and Hover will be turned off and Sprint will be turned on.

I thought powexec_abort was only used to cancel powexec_auto