SquirrelWizard

I've read Dragonlance. The gnomes in dragon lance talk the same way, so I've picked up the paitents to read sentences that have run together.

Personally I see this being the fault of the Admin.

If the post was found violating of some rules, it is up to the admin to contact the Owner of the post to get them to change it, or edit the post to fix it.

Just flat out deleting the post doesn't fix the issue, because this is the result.

Dan, I dont hold you responsible for this because; yes, you were roleplaying.

while the lack of spaces made it hard to read. It also gave the idea that your character was speaking so fast that his words were running together.

As for what we are gonna do now, I'm all for trying to continue. Maybe posting an outline of what was nuked.

If it is at all possible can the person guilty of breaking the rules get a small PM about what they did wrong?

Because If it is me, I dont know what went wrong, and I'd rather not do it again.

"Aie, me past be a long and confus'n one indeed. I'm afraid I can't be revealing everything about me but it be noth'n ta talk about ta happn'ns in ta city."

Arden shifted on the couch, causing his armor to rustle with an audible metalic sound, "Be there any chair here that isn't so soft?"

(OOC: I've been kinda burned out all week sorry about my posting habits)

After having polite conversation with the three ditzes (something Arden's personal code of conduct prevented from saying ot their collective faces), he clanked off to the mens bedroom.

He passed by the bed closest to the door, as it was already claimed, and he leaned his axe up against the bed that was on the farthest wall away from the door. He stretched in his armor, and looked back at the general direction of Trinity, "I hope he be less verbal asleep than he be awake." He finished that off with a snort, and he went back into the common room, mainly to converse with the other, more intelligent folks.

SGname: Order of the Hammer and Anvil.
Motto: "Drink, Fight, Drink Some More!"
Leader: Arden Deepforge
Player Type: The casual Gamer with a dwarven character
Number of members: 8 (+/-)
Current member levels: 01 - 50
Normal time of Gameplay: Whenever we are on.

As with most "specific character type" Supergroups, we're kinda small. So, if you want to kick [censored] as a dwarf, then you can sign up with us and we'll drink to yer name!

(Also, when they do get the arenas fixed, I'm hoping that we can organize some sort of SG vs SG battles)

The back door opened (it didn't fly open, but it was opened loud enough to get people's attention.) and Arden came clanking in with a dirty sack slung over his shoulder. He gave the rest of the group a great big toothy grin, "I fergot me essentials." He dropped the sack, which landed next to the couch with a dusty thump.

He approa... er clanked over to Trinity and the newcomer, and cleared his throat, "You'll have ta fergive me fer interupt'n but I'm afraid proper introductuns haven't been done. I be called Arden Deepforge, Adventurer and Forgemaster." he held out his mailed hand (complete with trace bits of earth on it), to Valron, "And who might ye be?"

Arden Deepforge was talking with the Police Chief of Skyway. Mainly about him busting up the Trolls and their little Superdyne cartel. The Chief looked at his clipboard, "Thanks Arden, you did good. We might be able to squeeze out who their supplier is, in that case we will most likely need your assistance again." Arden smiled and nodded, "Aie, it be only wat I kin do. These Trolls aren't like ta ones back home, but they fight better then them Hellions." The Chief inwardly sighed, no sane person he knew of except Arden willingly tangled with the Trolls, and said it was fun. The Chief snapped his fingers, "Oh yeah, one of your old contacts stopped by, they asked me to give you this," he handed Arden an envelope, "It appears that you..." the rest was caught off by Arden saying (rather loudly), "By the Earthmother! I'm late!"

Arden seemed to melt away from the Chief. In reality he wasn't there, and was already tearing off towards the studio at sub-light speed. Arden often joked that many people didn't think that a dwarf could move that fast.

Victor Mohan was known as Flare to the Hellions. He wasn't a particularly good hellion, nor was he a smart one. Victor had just broken out of the Zig through the sewer system, gotten lost, and ended up in skyway. Irratated, he decided that he was going to make somebody else's day miserable that way he could gloat over his own power. Alas, this was to be short lived.

Victor found an old lady walking from somewhere, Perfect Target. She was alone, Even Better. He approached and pulled out a knife, "Alright Grandma, give me the purse" The old ladies eyes widened with fear, then with confusion. The Hellion dissapeared with a explosion of curses, but there wasn't anybody herowise in sight. Shrugging, the old lady continued back to her house.

Something almost yanked Arden's Helmet off. not to be deprived of a vital part of his armor Arden reached up and steadied the helm, but didn't stop running.

Varon was still standing and doing poses when Arden decended upon them, well approached would be a better way of saying it, except approached implies caution. Arden skidded to a stop, sending a spray of pebbles that, thankfully, landed before they got near anybody.

So, there Arden stood. A short stocky dwarf, with a long brown flowing beard that rested on a full suit of medieval style armor. On his back was a large axe, forged of some silver-white metal. But the axe wasn't what everybody was looking at, for snagged on one of his helmet's horns was a hellion that mumbling to himself, "Please god make it stop..." Arden disengaged his helmet from Victor's jacket, and Victor started to walk about on wobbly feet. He swayed to the left, then swayed to the right, then immeadiately broke off into a disjointed stumble-run and horked over the edge of a fence. Arden walked up to Victor, "Aie laddie, ye dont be a look'n too good." He slapped a hospital tag on the man.

The announcer cleared his throat, "Arden Deepforge!" there was a loud yell from the crowd.

The curtains to the booth parted and a pair of horns walked in. (we say horns, because they were attatched to a helmet that was just barely visible to the camera. Actually one of the horns caught the curtain. There was some low grumbling, and a mailed hand disengaged the curtain from the horn.

"Wha? How in da name of de Earthmother am I s'pposed to reach all'ta way up there?" came a thickly accented voice. "Hm... I's guess I'm goin' ta have ta fix that!" the curtain parted, and the horns left.

From outside there was the sound of pitched combat. There was a dull thud and a Helion crashed through the curtain. The Hellion's boot had partially obsured the camera, but the curtains parted, and the horns returned once again. This time the mailed hand moved the foot out of the way, and there came loud groan as a face came into view of the camera.

Underneathe the horned helmet was a person who looked like they were ripped out of a fairy tale. He seemed to be the epitiome of "dwarven" with his long brown flowing beard and earthen complexion. He looked down at, presumeably, the hellion, "Aie, stop complain'n, I dinnae kick ya that hard." He looked at the screen, and rubbed his thich mustache, "Bah... it be one of them magic boxes." He took his helmet off and set it down onto something (presumeably not the Hellion) "Hmmm... If'n I remember correctly I should press that thang." he pressed the button that started the application process.

“Welcome and thank you for auditioning for Big Brother: Heroes. We will answer you a series of questions. Please answer them truthfully."

The dwarf scratched his head, "Ye be making some funny names for housing." The voice continued on, "1) Please state your name and security level."

The dwarf cleared his throat, "Meh name be Arden Deepforge. What ta heck is a security level? Sound important." Arden pulled a pouch off his belt, "Maybe it be one of these fancy things they gave me. Ah... It says I be 19."

The voice chimed in, "thankyou. 2) Can you please tell us about your origin and powers?"

Ardan snorted, "Where did I come from? Well... I was born, ye know when a man and a woman... get tagether... they... well ye get ta picture. Hmmm... powers? Meh powers are from ta Earthmother, which for ta most part, seem to deal wit stone, not tat I complain."

"3) Please tell us about any hobbies or interests you might have?"

"Well... I like me drink, but I like me axe. It be a toss up between ta two."

"4) How would you describe yourself?"

"I like me axe and me drink, how much betta can I git?"

"5) Do you think you are easy to get along with?"

"Aie, I be very easy ta get along wit."

"6) Please tell us a little about one of your recent missions?"

"Hmmm... well tha be that one time in that Hellion base. I's got to throw'n down, and Hellion's was fly'n all over ta place. And then there was this guy called Inferno or sometink. He flipped a few flames at me before I got throught wit him."

"7) Why do you wish to appear on Big Brother: Heroes?"

"Well, I dinnae see any difference from meh and ta other people."

"8) What do you think you will be able to bring to the Big Brother house?"

"Well me axe! How many time must I say it?"

"9) What would you do if you win Big Brother Heroes?"

"Win?"

"10) ((OOC question: How regularly can/do you post?))"

About once per pay, maybe more, but might be less.

"11) ((OOC question: Do you wish to be picked?))"

I guess, it would be fun.

"Thank you for your time. We will contact you in a few days to let you know the success of your audition. Good luck."

Arden shrugged, "It be an odd way to advertise house'n, but I ain't gonna be ta one to complain," put his helmet back on his head, and dragged the Hellion out the curtains as he left.

Yeah, Arden just isn't one of those magic box types.

Thanks, will do.

Is there anybody interested in a roommate?

Feldon Skathe, my character in Paragon University, is looking for a room.