Context: I got transferred by a staffer I've never heard of. You can judge for yourself whether I was right or wrong here but basically I was posting on the forums trying to "play nice" with the SOI crowd but I would post anonymously because my account was banned from the forums by Kite. Anyway here is where I got banned from SOI and then started doing all my shenanigans with them.
Overall Health: ***** [stun: ******]
Remaining Stamina: |||||
<***** [stun: ******] / ||||| >
You attempt to parry a burly, fair-haired man's strike, but it catches you
on the abdomen.
<***** [stun: ******] / ||||| >
You force through a burly, fair-haired man's defenses and strike him on the
skull with your greatsword.
<***** [stun: ******] / ||||| >
[From Daerodon] Stop sparring for a sec.
<***** [stun: ******] / ||||| >
A burly, fair-haired man strikes your abdomen with his longsword.
<***** [stun: ******] / ||||| >
emote clumsily steps forward with *great, hacking downward with a heavy attack
A burly, fair-haired man blocks your strike with his roundshield.
<***** [stun: ******] / ||||| > An august, athletic man clumsily steps forward with a dulled
greatsword, hacking downward with a heavy attack.
<***** [stun: ******] / ||||| > stop
stop spar
You motion for a truce to your opponent.
An august, athletic man motions for a truce with a burly, fair-haired man.
<***** [stun: ******] / ||||| > You call for an end to the spar.
Both you and a burly, fair-haired man stop fighting.
A burly, fair-haired man says in Westron, backing away with a curt nod,
"At ease."
A burly, fair-haired man sheathes a dulled metal longsword in a battered, brown leather sheath.
A burly, fair-haired man slings a black and white painted roundshield
over his shoulder.
<***** / ||||| > who
There are currently 20 players in Middle-earth.
Our record is 101 players, last seen on Sun Nov 28 04:00:02 2004.
Available Staff:
None.
<***** / ||||| > petition all There ya go. What's up?
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<***** / ||||| > healt
Lord Daerodon's Medical and Torture Chamber
Exits: east (closed security-door)
The walkway which spans the core shaft passes through a
security door and leads into what appears to be a medical and
torture facility. The walls and floor are the same midnight
blue, lending the chamber a very eerie atmosphere, which is
augemented by the many strange and painful instruments of
medicine and pain about the room. There is an examination bed in
the centre, complete with binder to hold patients and victims
down. Consoles in the walls and table are equipped with
articulated arms and claws. There are no viewports in this room,
but many security cameras, and the door is magnetically sealed.
A sinister-looking medical examination table is set in the room's centre.
A black, spherical interrogation droid floats nearby.
<***** / ||||| >
You have a small bruise on the right upper arm, a small bruise on the abdomen,
a small contusion on the skull, a small contusion on the right hip, a small
bruise on the right foot, a small crush on the thorax, a small bruise on the
thorax, a small bruise on the thorax, a small bruise on the thorax, a small
crush on the thorax, and a small contusion on the abdomen.
Overall Health: *****
Remaining Stamina: |||||
<***** / ||||| > diag burly
You don't see them.
<***** / ||||| > l burly
You do not see that here.
<***** / ||||| > l droid
This droid is basically spherical in shape, a couple of feet
in diameter. It is a shiny black with a silver strip around it's
middle, dividing it into two hemispheres. Multiple appendages
extend out from the robot, claws, pincers, needles and other
diabolical things--all for the purpose of causing intense pain to
its victims. It floats a few feet above the ground on a cushion
of anti-gravity.
A black, spherical interrogation droid appears to be in excellent condition.
<***** / ||||| >
A towering, sith-cloaked person materializes before your eyes.
<***** / ||||| > l sith
This person's features are not visible.
A towering, sith-cloaked person appears to be in excellent condition.
<worn about body> a deep-cowled sith cloak
<worn on body> a voluminous pure-black sith robe
<worn on left wrist> a long, black leather wrist sheath bearing a lightsaber
<worn about waist> a finely-wrought, silver-buckled black leather belt
<worn on belt> a black leather bolt case bearing bolts
<worn on belt> a gleaming, streamlined lightning gun (loaded)
<worn on legs> a pair of jet-black suit pants
<worn on feet> a pair of tall, black leather boots
<***** / ||||| >
A towering, sith-cloaked person asks in Westron, in a sinister rasp,
"You want to tell me why you're using two accounts?"
<***** / ||||| >
You are feeling peckish, and feeling slightly thirsty.
<***** / ||||| >
A towering, sith-cloaked person says in Westron, in a sinister rasp,
"One to post, and one to play? this is a serious breach of policy."
<***** / ||||| > say exodus is my old account, I post with it cause Kite banned my delerak one.
You say in Westron, in a fresh, excited voice,
"Exodus is my old account, I post with it cause Kite banned my delerak
one."
<***** / ||||| >
A towering, sith-cloaked person blinks.
<***** / ||||||>
A towering, sith-cloaked person asks in Westron, in a sinister rasp,
"Are you kidding me?"
<***** / ||||||>
A towering, sith-cloaked person says in Westron, in a sinister rasp,
"Accounts get banned for a reason - and not so you can just make another
one."
<***** / ||||||> say naw, kinda silly really. So I just post/read with exodus. I can't even read the forums with Delerak
You say in Westron, in a fresh, excited voice,
"Naw, kinda silly really. So I just post/read with exodus. I can't even
read the forums with Delerak."
<***** / ||||||> say Look at the creation date, exodus is pre-beta.
You say in Westron, in a fresh, excited voice,
"Look at the creation date, exodus is pre-beta."
<***** / ||||||> say Never use him. Just login to the forums to check up and I post to help people if I can.
You say in Westron, in a fresh, excited voice,
"Never use him. Just login to the forums to check up and I post to help
people if I can."
<***** / ||||||> say Breech of policy or not, it's silly. But I'm going to participate if I can. If you want to ban exodus that's fine, I'll just stop reading/responding to the forums I guess if that's what needs to happen.
You say in Westron, in a fresh, excited voice,
"Breech of policy or not, it's silly. But I'm going to participate if I
can. If you want to ban exodus that's fine, I'll just stop
reading/responding to the forums I guess if that's what needs to happen."
<***** / ||||||> say I told Kite about this already, he said delerak is still banned for some reason. So I dunno.
You say in Westron, in a fresh, excited voice,
"I told Kite about this already, he said delerak is still banned for some
reason. So I dunno."
<***** / ||||||> l
Lord Daerodon's Medical and Torture Chamber
Exits: east (closed security-door)
The walkway which spans the core shaft passes through a
security door and leads into what appears to be a medical and
torture facility. The walls and floor are the same midnight
blue, lending the chamber a very eerie atmosphere, which is
augemented by the many strange and painful instruments of
medicine and pain about the room. There is an examination bed in
the centre, complete with binder to hold patients and victims
down. Consoles in the walls and table are equipped with
articulated arms and claws. There are no viewports in this room,
but many security cameras, and the door is magnetically sealed.
A sinister-looking medical examination table is set in the room's centre.
A towering, sith-cloaked person is here.
A black, spherical interrogation droid floats nearby.
<***** / ||||||> rest
A towering, sith-cloaked person says in Westron, in a sinister rasp,
"You're breaching policy - as such you forfeit your rpps. I also know it
was you who did the 'TE is closing down and we're moving everyone'
anonymous post. Really childish."
<***** / ||||||> You sit down and rest your tired bones.
<***** / ||||||> say thats what I think is going to happen.
You say in Westron, in a fresh, excited voice,
"Thats what I think is going to happen."
<***** / ||||||>
A towering, sith-cloaked person says in Westron, in a sinister rasp,
"I don't like your attitude on the forums, and I really don't like it
when players use two accounts, for whatever reason. You should have
simply asked Kite to unban the first, and accepted his decision."
<***** / ||||||> say I have my reasons and I've talked to other staff as well.
You say in Westron, in a fresh, excited voice,
"I have my reasons and I've talked to other staff as well."
<***** / ||||||> shake
You shake your head.
<***** / ||||||>
A towering, sith-cloaked person says in Westron, in a sinister rasp,
"Why on earth did you post anonymously? makes you look like a coward as
well as a wannabe conspiracy-breaker."
<***** / ||||||> say why does it make me look like a coward? I can't post with delerak or I would have.
You say in Westron, in a fresh, excited voice,
"Why does it make me look like a coward? I can't post with delerak or I
would have."
<***** / ||||||>
A Turn in the Cobbled Road Before an Impressive Mansion
Exits: north (closed gates) east (closed oaken-double-doors)
south (closed tall-iron-gates) west
The road here, composed of well-cut flagstones, snakes gently
on its path around fine housing. Window frames are delicately
formed, usually tainted with splashings of metal paint, giving
them strong, bold hues and most doors are of a fine,
well-polished and dark wood. The houses themselves have been
constructed by fine masons blocks of clean white rock are
perfectly fitted, most standing at two stories high. Individuals
of fine clothing and groomed appearance travel the paths here.
In places, one might spy a well-kept garden over a fence.
A large, impressive mansion rises up to the north, behind a
secure wall and gate, dwarfing the other houses on the street.
The air here carries the subtle aroma of impending rain.
Some bloodstains are present here.
<***** / ||||||>
Lord Daerodon's Medical and Torture Chamber
Exits: east (closed security-door)
The walkway which spans the core shaft passes through a
security door and leads into what appears to be a medical and
torture facility. The walls and floor are the same midnight
blue, lending the chamber a very eerie atmosphere, which is
augemented by the many strange and painful instruments of
medicine and pain about the room. There is an examination bed in
the centre, complete with binder to hold patients and victims
down. Consoles in the walls and table are equipped with
articulated arms and claws. There are no viewports in this room,
but many security cameras, and the door is magnetically sealed.
A sinister-looking medical examination table is set in the room's centre.
A towering, sith-cloaked person is here.
A black, spherical interrogation droid floats nearby.
<***** / ||||||> say you can post anonymously in the mordor/gondor forums apparently.
You say in Westron, in a fresh, excited voice,
"You can post anonymously in the mordor/gondor forums apparently."
<***** / ||||||> say and dude I have no reason to use 2 accounts except I express my opinions and speak my mind. So trying to keep me from doing that is not the smartest thing for kite or anyone to do.
You say in Westron, in a fresh, excited voice,
"And dude I have no reason to use 2 accounts except I express my opinions
and speak my mind. So trying to keep me from doing that is not the
smartest thing for kite or anyone to do."
<***** / ||||||>
A towering, sith-cloaked person says in Westron, in a sinister rasp,
"You could have used exodus to pull your little stunt. you attitude
stinks."
<***** / ||||||>
A towering, sith-cloaked person says in Westron, in a sinister rasp,
"Speaking one's mind requires coherent thought - you don't seem that
capable to me."
<***** / ||||||> say You don't even know me. You can really understand my attitude through text?
You ask in Westron, in a fresh, excited voice,
"You don't even know me. You can really understand my attitude through
text?"
<***** / ||||||> say I'm actually reasonable and maybe arrogant but my work ethic is pretty strong.
You say in Westron, in a fresh, excited voice,
"I'm actually reasonable and maybe arrogant but my work ethic is pretty
strong."
<***** / ||||||>
A towering, sith-cloaked person says in Westron, in a sinister rasp,
"I know more than I enough. Certainly more than I want to."
<***** / ||||||> say so take my RPP I suppose, not sure what that accomplishes.
You say in Westron, in a fresh, excited voice,
"So take my RPP I suppose, not sure what that accomplishes."
<***** / ||||||> say Yeah there's a slew of stuff you probably don't want to know that involves me. The hate is crazy on here.
You say in Westron, in a fresh, excited voice,
"Yeah there's a slew of stuff you probably don't want to know that
involves me. The hate is crazy on here."
<***** / ||||||> l
Lord Daerodon's Medical and Torture Chamber
Exits: east (closed security-door)
The walkway which spans the core shaft passes through a
security door and leads into what appears to be a medical and
torture facility. The walls and floor are the same midnight
blue, lending the chamber a very eerie atmosphere, which is
augemented by the many strange and painful instruments of
medicine and pain about the room. There is an examination bed in
the centre, complete with binder to hold patients and victims
down. Consoles in the walls and table are equipped with
articulated arms and claws. There are no viewports in this room,
but many security cameras, and the door is magnetically sealed.
A sinister-looking medical examination table is set in the room's centre.
A towering, sith-cloaked person is here.
A black, spherical interrogation droid floats nearby.
<***** / ||||||>
A towering, sith-cloaked person says in Westron, in a sinister rasp,
"Good point. doesn't spare me the shit you're dishing out. I'm banning
you as of now."
<***** / ||||||> say okay?
You ask in Westron, in a fresh, excited voice,
"Okay?"
<***** / ||||||>
A towering, sith-cloaked person waves to you.
<***** / ||||||> say Again, this is going to accomplish nothing man.
You say in Westron, in a fresh, excited voice,
"Again, this is going to accomplish nothing man."
<***** / ||||||> wave
You wave.
<***** / ||||||>
A towering, sith-cloaked person says in Westron, in a sinister rasp,
"It satisfies my own sadistic pleasure."
<***** / ||||||> say Let's get started then.
You say in Westron, in a fresh, excited voice,
"Let's get started then."
<***** / ||||||> stand
You stop resting, and stand up.
<***** / ||||||>
Club Endore
Exits: east south
The walls of this chamber, tastefully panelled in rich, dark
mahogany, lend the area a sophisticated, intimate feel. Tables
are scattered about in the slightly lowered pit in the room's
center, and large picture windows set into each of the walls look
down over the virtual Middle-earth, far, far below. Muted
laughter and conversation mingle on the air with the soft,
drifting jazz melodies woven by the four-piece set playing on a
raised stage in the southwestern corner. A long, polished bar of
ebonwood runs along the northern wall, and the bartender directs
the efforts of various servers who drift about the room over the
dark, plush carpet, dressed in costumes resembling everything
from bloodthirsty Orkish raiders to mithril-clad Elves.
A sign, etched in silver, hangs near one of the windows, and a
gleaming mithril archway leads out to the south.
To enter and explore the interactive
OOC Newbie Tutorial and Information Area,
type ENTER TUTORIAL.
A black computer terminal has been placed on a table near a window.
There are a couple of furnishings here.
An Imperial, lambda-class shuttle is docked here.
Some bloodstains are present here.
There are several corpses here.
<***** / ||||||> Goodbye, friend.. Come back soon!
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