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  2. Bumpy bumps I'm Assuming my offer offended chew, so to any one, if you don't know what you are looking to get for it then do not ask me to make an offer. If your asking for an offer I already know your not selling. Been through this with so many of you...""oh I'm sorry I'm not selling I just wanted to see what someone would offer. "" If your one of those people then move else where. I hate you
  3. Yesterday
  4. As subject says, looking to buy stone tablets. Either one at a time or in stacks. Paying gold and or silver
  5. An unsettled quarrel: Junior and Ginger have long been enemies. It all started when Ginger took the last gingerbread from the MB bakery a few years ago. The feud continued with the last croissant, last blueberry jam jar and the last strawberry tart. It developed into a battle that was almost ritualic: the two enemies would stare each other down for a few seconds, then they would start the 'pleasantries', which were often condimented with terms such as 'lemon-sour wise guy' or 'happy-go-lucky-wurstel'. Then, the battle for the first one to enter the bakery would start, with endless ramblings about who was there first, with the date and time being measured to milliseconds. In truth, they would both show up at the same time, but none would ever admit that. Today it was all the same. Pushing each other while entering the bakery, they both rushed to the counter to ask for a baguette, but noticed - at the same time - it wasn't so well baked. It was, in fact, the last baguette, as the Marind Bell folks eat a lot of bread. This was a rare occasion to continue the battle, so Ginger took the initiative and said: Ah, there is only one baguette in stock today! Junior, my friend, I think you should take it. Why me? asked Junior. You're the one who loves baguettes. Today I'm being magnanimous, my friend. After all, I can get a flat-bread; they're discounted today. You, eating flat-bread? Mixing with the plebs? Is it really Ginger talking? Who are you?! Confess! Now, now, I'm only thinking about you. My friends can order first, and I'm sure you wanted the baguette. No, I'm sure you're the one who wanted it. No, no, I'm sure it was you. No, no, after you. After you! After you! After you! The door opened suddenly, and Ungod entered the bakery, all sweaty and anxious. Can I have a baguette? I have a guest and I'm out of bread! Sorry, but these two wanted it, said the shop owner. Nah... he can have it, said Junior. Ah...sure, nodded Ginger. They both looked at Ungod as he was leaving the bakery, then glanced at each other as if saying 'You were lucky this time'. With a loud 'hmph', they both got out of the shop, with their shopping bags empty.
  6. Last week
  7. BUMP. looking for a perm memory stone collector tool
  8. You could also say hello to people who don't hello
  9. I was wondering if this game was still around and active. Just thought I would say hello to anyone who remembers UP!
  10. Earlier
  11. Goddess: Lazarus was wasting time in the garden of Eden i.e. one of his delusions, walking and admiring the scenery. He was almost at the gates of Eternal Truth and Knowledge when a woman descended from the clouds. She was fair and totally naked, but that wasn't what got his attention. The woman had a king tattooed on her forehead and a rook between the breasts; on a shoulder she had a knight tattooed, and a bishop on the other, and under the navel, a queen. It was the chess goddess, Caissa, although she insisted people call her Vera. Oh, whatever shall I do, she mourned. I lost my pawn!... Lazarus thought that she had a pawn on her back for sure, so he turned to check, but got whacked promptly. Nobody likes people creeping behind them; this, however, got her attention. Oh, what a lovely young man! Will you help me find my pawn? Maybe it's at a pawn shop, joked Lazarus, but his joke wasn't taken well. Vera pouted and pointed to a silhouette. Go look behind that mirror. Nothing here, m'am! said Lazarus after thoroughly checking. Go a little further! Oh, maybe under that horse's tail? Lazarus lifted a horse's tail with a long stick, but what was under it wasn't worth mentioning, so Vera sent him even further. Ah, see that elephant? she shouted. Lazarus was about to say something, when he spotted the elephant mom rushing to his position. He closed his eyes and prepared for total annihilation. Moments passed, but there was nothing. Go on ahead! he heard Vera, and so he did, discovering all of a sudden that the elephant was nothing than a wooden tower in the shape of an elephant. He climbed the wooden stairs. From the top, he could see all of what was below...How curious! He saw, faintly, traces of squares, some dark, some light, forming a board, where we could only see grass before. She was...started to say Lazarus, but couldn't finish. Vera was flying towards him, humming and dancing, visibly excited. I won, I won! If I promote you to a queen, the game is basically done. She handed him a wig and winked. Uh...isn't there something more dignified than this? Some treasure, perhaps? dared Lazarus. Vera sighed and knocked him back. Fine, I bestow upon you the gift of drawing. These cheeky men and their demands!
  12. The incident: Mallos was sitting on a rare bench in the East, contemplating the sky through large puffs of smoke. The smoke was coming from his cigarette, of course, although the Cuban cigars he was usually puffing were even more awesome. Lately, however, the smuggling at the (MD) border was stricter due to some Mur enforcement regulation, so he couldn't get his hands on those. He saw in the distance the silhouette of a man, if you can call it that - and recognized Teal. Tossing the cigarette aside, he threw himself in the middle of the road and become as rigid as a board. He was playing dead - a favorite trick with some Caretakers. Naturally, Teal was shocked to see a corpse in the middle of the road, but when he got closer, Mallos lift his head, mouth wide open and eyes popping. Giving Teal a scare made him feel good and he took out another cigarette out of his chest pocket. So, how's it going ? I saw you training in Marind Bell for a while now, asked Mallos. Meh, not so much, replied Teal. Ever since that incident... Oh? Something happened? Yeah. Not particularly fond of remembering it, to be honest. Ah. It was that bad... Well, not particularly bad, but, you know...left a bad taste. I see, asked Mallos. Yes, sometimes such things happen. It's in our best interest to let them go, though. Yeah, I know what you mean. This is why I don't want to talk about it. Sure. Incidents like these are hard to forget, though. (You could almost see some energy going back and forth between the two.) Yea. So, I don't train as much. So, what else have you been doing? Ah, the usual. It's a bit rough on my left hand, you know - because of the incident. But I can manage, it's no big deal. Mallos threw a glance at Teal's left hand. It was bandaged. Woah, it must've been some event. To even hurt you physically... Well, of course. It was painful. It will heal, no problem. It just gave us a hell of a scare. It gave you more than that, said Mallos. I bet it was mortifying. No, no, no. Nothing to worry about, smiled Teal. I suppose things are fine here, in the East? Sure, quiet as ever. I've been admiring the Wreath for a while. Hot stuff. Hot, shivered Teal. What's wrong? Ah, nothing. Just...reminiscing. (At this point, Mallos couldn't take it anymore.) Enough, my friend. Spit it out - what really happened in Marind Bell? Teal sighed. Well...you know Ungod - he's really clumsy. Yeah. (Ed. Don't agree so easily, Mallos!) We were doing some combat training and all was well. Then...you know Ungod. His throat gets parched easily. Yeah. He's the shy type. Yeah. So, he said 'Guys, how about some tea? I'll make some.' Mind you, he wasn't training with us, just playing the host. ...tea? asked Mallos. Yeah. So he put some water to boil, but he used a large container for it. When he took it from the fire, since it was heavy, he tripped and fell, splashing some of us with boiling water. Man, that was ugly. So...this was the incident? Yea. We decided to let him cool off for a while, you know...so I'm not training as much anymore. Actually, all of us aren't. Some weren't as lucky as me - I only got my hand injured. Yeah...what are you doing? Mallos was playing dead.
  13. Chapter 31 - Yellow Eyes Chapter 32 - Death of Sillarvr & Chapter 33- Livingfire are already up at my blog from 29 to 33 where i'll resume publishing the chapter at from now on. Hopefully then, the flooding of MD forum's activity page by this topic will be reduced since this is very distressing to me and MD shoud get back to its regular pace and regain its uninterrupted natural flow since this is also very distressing to me, even thought the latter is not really my fault. Anyway, THANKS and all, i COULD NEVER EVEN start without you (MD people) but now i think i got the gist of an experience of stiching together a story, all thanks to you. Previous chapters will also eventually be up at the blog. (not sure when, i'll get to it sometime). I'm not giving the adress since "enough self advertising" from me. If you can find it and want to read more, or have ANY FEEDBACK AND/OR QUESTIONS, feel free to pm me. Also, for the explanation of the "abrupt" change, i believe there is not much to say now, for me. Believe me i get it, at least to some degree i try to. However i do not care. Not really. I was going to hide the rest of the story at either Necro forum or the knowledge documents anyway starting at somewhere near 40th chapters so it'd not be immedeately accessable to public and was kinda hidden in plain sight. On second thought, a blog of my own is a better match for this purpose. The name of the book will be either Livingfire or "something with statues" . Since i have less motivation now, the chapters should roll slower but steadier. And you know, online-live, under the sight of all kind of writing has motivation wise its advantages and some pretty horrible/revolting disadvantages. Thanks again for your help, (MDwise i should get back to my retired status if you were wondering) and cheers.
  14. Of fish and men: Mallos was treading down the old Golemus steep roads, on his way to the Bridge. Near the Kell'etha Cannon, he spotted a peddler, selling fish. The stand had a catchy banner onto which the words 'Impressionable fish for sale' were written. Mallos turned his glance away, but he immediately looked again. He had never seen such fish in his life - they had wings! They looked like bat wings , and the fish fluttered them now and then. Catching his glance, the peddler started to advertise his merchandise. These are the most extraordinary fish you'll ever see, sir! They can read! You put a sticker on their bowl every day and their mood changes according to the words written. And they have wings, as you can see! They can't fly, though; but that's a good thing, or else you couldn't keep them as pets! For a mere gold coin, you can have one of these wonderful fish. Meh...Mallos tried to haggle for a while, but he wasn't really into it - the fish were more than he ever expected to see in MagicDuel. He ended up with a sticker notebook full of phrases, a small glass bowl and the strangest fish he'd ever seen... Mallos put down the bowl and looked at the creature. Oh well, he thought, I've been had. Who's ever heard of fish reading? But I'll try nonetheless. At least I'll laugh at myself for being so gullible. He took a sticker and glued it to the bowl. It said 'Go and travel! See the world!' The fish started to swim excitedly, going round and round, getting its head close to the surface and staring into the blue sky, beyond Mallos' puzzled face. It sometimes went to the bottom of the bowl, as if surveying with curious eyes. Mallos mumbled 'It's the same fish bowl you've been in forever'. The next day, he decided to put up a new sticker. He still didn't believe the fish can read, but at least it was livelier. The new line was 'You are not alone, do not despair'. Now the angelfish was mostly hanging out with the distorted image of itself, as reflected in the bowl glass, gesturing with the fins and fluttering the wings, opening and closing the mouth many times more than necessary for any decent fish. Mallos scratched his head: 'But you ARE alone, there's nobody else there'. The third sticker said 'Trust is fundamental in human relationships'. Mallos had some doubts before putting it up - it said 'human', didn't it? He hissed and cursed at the imbecile peddler. But the fish was now looking at Mallos with clear lit up eyes. Yes, conveying much more cuteness than puppy or kitty eyes. Those eyes were saying 'I trust you. I trust you even if you haven't fed me in three days. After all, trust is fundamental.' Mallos rushed to find some fish food, mumbling that the day he's gonna trust people is the day he's getting ripped... Days were passing, and Mallos began to dream he was a fish. He was spreading his wings under the blue sky, which sometimes seemed to be the large cover of a fish bowl. At some point, he began to think he needed some lines to go by, but he had no paper, and no ink. (forgot to bold)
  15. Since I haven't seen one sell I'm going to base this offer off the herbs basket I bought. 25 gc Does this sound fair to you?
  16. There was a real character in the text, it was Mur 😛 and anyway, i'm not making fun of anyone, but your name will appear in the next one, since you insist
  17. https://magicduel.com/member.php?p=Slotsh I object to your use of false characters when there is a perfectly real Mallos to make fun of!
  18. The box: Slotsh yawned and scratched his belly. Yet another boring day in the glorious land of Marind Bell. If only he could find something to do - something magnificent, something that would put his name up there, in the heav...the anns. He yawned again. Nah, no chance. He directed himself to the Sanctuary, when he spotted a curious box at the crossroads. Aha! Fate was lending a hand. He read the label : "Do not open if you are not the purchaser". In fine print was written "but you're gonna open it anyway, huh". Slotsh sat down and opened the box. He pulled out a heavy parcel that had a label "Best music of the century" on it. Nice, it was getting boring in here, I've been wanting to listen to some music, he thought. He unwrapped the parcel and stared at a bunch of discs. Slotsh sighed. I should have known, he said aloud. He took out some tape and put together two slim stacks of discs. Then he bashed them together, but the sound was dull and unappealing. He banged them a few more times, then threw them away. Useless. He took out a small parcel and unwrapped it. It contained a small peculiar rectangular thingy. The instruction read "Another great storage device from *****. Insert it in the appropriate slot.". Slotsh looked around. Appropriate slot? And...what does it store? It might store...yes, thoughts! Lately, they've been leaking, and I'm afraid all my good ideas are leaving me. 'twould be a shame if the world never got to know them. He put the usb stick into his ear and waited. The lake was shining and a soft breeze was now animating the reeds. Slotsh tried hard to remember all his inventions, and he described them one by one aloud. After some time, he raised himself, satisfied. They were safe now. Suddenly, a fear came onto him. What if the right slot was not the ear? He tried to think of other gaps. No, the nostrils won't do...maybe the mouth? He put the stick into his mouth, but the metal taste made him take it out. I have one more slot, but...not today, he said. Let me hold on to this, for now. Slotsh hurried to his mysterious box to unwrap another wonder - headphones. Woah, what a strange device, he thought. He turned it on one side and the other, turned it around and around, but couldn't grasp its use. Head, he thought. I don't know what a phone is, but it must be placed on the head. He put the headphones on his head, the soft parts over his eyes. Ah, what a pleasant feeling. It's to rest the eyes, now I get it! He laid on the grass and put his arms under his head. I could stay like this all day, he thought. A buzz woke him up. Get away, stupid fly! I can't relax with you around. He waved his hands, but the insect was persistent. Slotsh grabbed the headphones angrily, pulled them off and...they snapped. Look what you made me do! He tried to kill the fly, but only tired himself. Dejected, he turned back to the cardboard box. It only had one more item inside. He took out the parcel that had a "New and enhanced version. Greater maneuverability. Ultimate mouse" label. A mouse? he thought. Welp, I should get my cat here! He unwrapped it slowly, Betty close to him. Slotsh's heart was beating fast. He grabbed a long cord and held it tight. You're not getting away, rodent... What a long tail! But the mouse was quite dead. It didn't even look like a mouse. Slotsh pushed it to his cat, but the cat yawned and went away. Betty doesn't want it, so it must be awful. Or...dead. Slotsh sighed again. If it's dead, it will rot and stink. He took a shovel and made a small hole, then threw the mouse in. That should do it, he said. Then, reflecting on his lost day, he decided the curious box was coming from another world. But for all the excitement he had, it had not been a box filled with wonders, but useless items. Today was another wasted day. Tomorrow, he'll look for something to do that will make his name known everywhere. ……...…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… A distressed Mur was wandering around the Sanctuary: Hey, did anyone see the package I ordered?
  19. I, Madamme Marcus Lazarus III; Chieftess of Loreroot, Empress of Necrovion, Daughter of the Eclipse, and the Alpha female of the Powerpuff Triad, hereby give Princess Fang Archgay my blessing to lead us into the full conquest of the realm. With dedication, perseverance and enough sass, I believe we can achieve the promise land, that is the divine MagicDuel realms in all its glory. One Ring to rule them all! Hail feminism!
  20. Princess Fang, my liege, heiress to the throne, vassal of Golemus, keeper of the sky flame, dethroner of tyrants, monicker of the foolish, infector of the wise, slayer of none, maker of MagicDuel great again, the dog which became bird, holiest of smiters, deepest of lacerators, leader of the pack, countess to the familia, bringer of redemption, savior of Azeroth, burner of nightshades, the one true prophet of the new era, I shall forever abide by your powers until I one day overthrow you. Until then we will bring new justice to these lands and unite what has fallen into ashes to be reborn anew as swiftly as the flames ignite. By my approximation the East has seeded its powers unto me to make me the Duchess of the East beneath the holy Emperor Sunfire beneath the God-King Ledah and I shall act upon their behalf to bring righteous glory to MagicDuel and all of its lands once again.
  21. So it seems that MagicDuel and its people, have enjoyed a nice and peaceful time since ive been away on business. That being the case, as a Chaotic Neutral entity, its my responsibility and honor, to stir up a hellish amount of activity with my sheer madness. As of this day, i hereby publicly announce the Alliance of The Free Woodland Peaks. The Untamed East, the Foresty Loreroot, and the Mountainous Golemus have officially joined forces in full. As representatives of this pact, as persons of interest if anyone is interested, for or against, we have the following. Duchess Mallos of the Free Eastern Providence. Madamme Lazarus, Chieftess of Loreroot, Empress to Locked Necrovion. And yours truly, the curse of MD, the plague that forces you to act, the infection that forces you to grow stronger to survive. I, Princess Fang "Lycanus" Archbane, hereby represent the hallowed and sacred territory of Golemus Golemicarum. As things stand, MD could use a bit of a stir. Violent or otherwise. We might disagree on methodology, but you cant argue with results. Well see you around MD. Assuming you join or resist us before we take over everything that isnt nailed down. (Save for Necro, we need to chat with the Shades on that one). So stir. Get unruly. Rage against the machine. Join us. Fight us. Hail us. Condemn us. We arent going away anytime soon. So the only question left is... are you?..
  22. Nava

    World Transition

    All is proceeding as planned, Nava. On that note, consider this my forum account.
  23. It seems that some players are stuck in a server that is about to end, unable to go to the next world. I would like the people running this game to help with this. Truth is; we are ready and waiting on you to complete the necessary work to make the transition occur. All we have right now is our imagination. There has been enough waiting.
  24. Alone: Rikstar stood at the edge of the carnival, deep in thought. 'Truly, in this life you can only live for yourself. You are - and company is a sweet illusion - alone. Let someone close to you, you get betrayed. Those who you don't let die, later don't let you live. And if, if! you somehow think of helping someone, you realize nobody can take another's burden. Each on their road, in this life. Company is but a sweet illusion.' A clown popped out in front of Rikstar. His eyes suddenly glowing with murderous rage, he lifted his hammer high and slammed it on Rikstar's head. It was a toy hammer, and the crowd was laughing. Rikstar took out a wooden bat, and calmly sent the clown flying over a tent. It was a wooden bat, and nobody was laughing. 'I don't need these clowns in my life. I enjoy laughing and laughing at someone's expense is what makes laughing laughing, but I don't enjoy laughing at myself. Who does?! So, yes, you are alone. If laughing at someone can make you closer to that someone because of the feelings of resentment from the other, you try to laugh. Laugh at the poor souls, maybe you'll feel something, something to cling on to, to forget that you are alone...'. Excuse me! Sir? Sir! Rikstar found himself in front of two carnival officers, who were trying to get his attention. Excuse me, sir, it has come to our attention that your monthly fee is overdue. Rikstar grumbled. You know, if members don't pay, there can be no carnival. Be reasonable, sir, all this glitter cannot maintain itself by itself. The enchanting bright lights, the alluring colours - all need your money. 'I say to you - it is truly an ugly world, where if people could take your skin, they'd do it, without second thoughts. From taxes and fools you will never get away. Try to live quietly, they will find you. Be alone at the summit of the mountain they will find you. In fact, even if you do not want to be alone, they make you want it.' A young lady in a fancy red dress passed by Rikstar. Her smile and delicate scent made Rik forget himself for a moment. 'Truly, in this life you can only live for yourself. You are, always were and will be, alone. And tonight, as usual, company is a sweet illusion'. He turned around.
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