Regeneration : |
64 |
Energetic immunity : |
63 |
Trade sense : |
38 |
Briskness : |
62 |
Initiative : |
54 |
Defence : |
100 |
Attack : |
172 |
Power : |
54 |
Luck : |
14 |
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Principle of Enthropy |
= 658 |
Principle of Cyclicity |
= 1090 |
Principle of Balance |
= 59 |
Principle of Imagination |
= 51 |
Darkness Principle |
= 57 |
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Watch your thoughts, because they will be words. Watch your words, because they will be facts. Watch your facts, because they will be habits. Watch your habits, because they will be your character. Watch your character, because it will be your destiny.
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Alliance leader statement
LoreRoot Alliance Statement:
Windy is a strong advocate for the ways of Loreroot. She will defend her HOMELAND and all it stands for with her life if needed. Trees are life and therefore will be guarded and defended with extreme predjudice. There will be NO EXCEPTIONS.
THE SISTERHOOD CREST!!! Founded by Sister Kriskah Arcanu.
THE SISTERHOOD
The following are not to be taken seriously. We are not an alliance nor do we seek to become one...unless asked by HIM.
- You must be willing to go skinny dipping and not be ashamed of looking at the others or yourself. XD
- Your hair must have been another color at one time.
- You must be able to fight like a man but still look like a woman doing it.
- You must be willing to share your shoes and weapons with your Sisters.
- You must be able to smell a bargain a mile away.
- You must enter all slurping contests.
- You must be able to fight and smooch your enemy at the same time.
- You must know and have smooched all our Guardians.
- You must be hell-on-wheels a least 40% of the time.
- You must get a massage by Gremlin at least every two weeks.
- Ask the MRs before smooching, MRWander doesn't like it.
- Must change all SMOOCHES on public logs to read, "Walk in lipstick free health" unless they really deserved it. XD
MEMBERS:
- Sister Calyx of Isis
- Sister Ailith
- Sister LunarGoddess
- Sister Amoran
- Sister SageWoman
- Sister Peace
- Sister Kittiness
- Sister Kalaminira Kol
- Sister Siala Lone Wolf
- Sister Dark Mystic
- Sister Falen Angel
- Sister Keida
- Sister StrongWilled Legna
- Sister Lunar Priestess
- Sister Mainnelle D Ashke
- Sister Arianna de Montreve
- Sister Lady Renata
- Sister Dark Trial
- Sister Kriskah Arcanu
- Sister Mya Celestia
- Sister Adiallinda
- Sister Grid Althea
- Sister Lady Tygara
- Sister Handy Pockets
- Sister sasha lilias
- Sister Sharazhad
- Sister Icedragon
- Sister Ladytwin
- Sister Nimrodel
- Sister Nacirema Asu
- Sister Assira The Black
- Sister Miidorii
- Sister Mystic Siren
- Sister Madalina Fitzroy
- Sister Wildfires
- Sister Phantom Orchid
- Sister Michelle Bell
- Sister Assurancetourix
- Sister Shadow Mystic
- Sister Indyra Sirenias
- Sister Mysteria Blue
- Sister Hara Rei
- Sister Neyla Setesh
- Sister Marquise de Sade
Guardian Phoenix of THE SISTERHOOD - ICEPHOENIX
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"The night was brightly lit by the light of a full moon, so bright that only the brightest stars could be seen. The hunter set by his fire sipping his coffee. Looking out over the river before him, seeing the tree tops as if it were day, and the shadows they cast on the forest floor below. The hunter a cruel man who had befriended the Indian known as brother of the wolf but only to learn his secrets of tracking the wolf, before killing him and dropping him from a cliff. Hired to hunt the wolf he had taken the life of all that lived on the mountain, all but the gray wolf the one they called the huntress. (Image may be subject to copyright. Read the note at the end of this page.).
The night was alive with sounds of the small creature's frog, raccoon, and the hunters like the owl. The hunter listened quietly he had tracked his prey for months and knew her den was near and that she would not stray far from it for she cared for pups. So for now he waited to hear his prey knowing the sight of the moon would be too much for her to bare, the urge to call the wind to strong. The hunter knew she was near. He thought of the reward the farmers put up on her head, not knowing that it was he not the wolf killing their chickens and their sheep, laughing at how easily they had believed that it was her. But his thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a piercing cry as the howl of the huntress breached the night. The hunter had known she was near but he had never dreamed he was so close the cry had come from the other side of the hill. The hunter grabbed his rifle and crawled his way to the top. Looking over the hill he saw his prey the moonlight on her silver back made her shine in its light. The hunter eased the rifle up placing the cross-hairs on her head. Just as he was about to pull the trigger he realized she was hunting food her nose to the ground making small circles, sniffing and tracking. The hunter thought I will follow her to her kill. Then to her den there I will kill the huntress, I will show her body to the farmers and collect my reward and then skin her as a prize tack her hide to my cabin wall, and her pups I will chain to my porch and make guard dogs of them. Through the woods the huntress ran faster and faster the hunter right behind her as she moved in and out of the shadows. The hunter began to struggle to keep up, but the huntress only quickened her pace till at last the hunter could go no more. He watched out of breath as the huntress went out of sight. How foolish he had been not taking his shot when he had the chance. As for the huntress she moved in on her prey and with a quick snap of her sharp teeth the artery in the neck of her prey laid open. She set and watched as her prey slowly died its life blood leaving it. The hunter would not see her again, or make a prize of her skin, and her pups would not be chained to his porch. For the hunter had learned much too late that the prey the huntress hunted that night was he."
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Prologue/explanation (whatever): an old friend of mine once said: "Life is like a hair in your ass - short and full of shit". That means it's pointless to waste time hating this and that... So, if you (reader) are expecting to find here my hate list (broccoli, rude neighbours, crappy movies etc.), I give you a short "essay" about how to cope with hardships in life:
The Most Functional Word
Well, it's shit...that's right, shit! Shit may just be the most functional word in the English language. This may even be funny shit. Consider: You can get shit-faced, Be shit out of luck, or Have shit for brains. With a little effort, you can get your shit together, find a place for your shit, or be asked to shit or get off the pot. You can smoke shit, buy shit, sell shit, lose shit, find shit, forget shit, and tell others to eat shit. Some people know their shit, while others can't tell the difference between shit and shinola. There are lucky shits, dumb shits, crazy shits, There is bull shit, horse shit and chicken shit. You can throw shit, sling shit, catch shit, shoot the shit, or duck when the shit hits the fan. You can give a shit or serve shit on a shingle. You can find yourself in deep shit or be happier than a pig in shit. Some days are colder than shit, some days are hotter than shit, and some days are just plain shitty. Some music sounds like shit, things can look like shit, and there are times when you feel like shit. You can have too much shit, not enough shit, the right shit, the wrong shit or a lot of weird shit. You can carry shit, have a mountain of shit, or find yourself up shit creek without a paddle. Sometimes everything you touch turns to shit and other times you fall in a bucket of shit and come out smelling like a rose. When you stop to consider all the facts, it's the basic building block of the English language. And remember, once you know your shit, you don't need to know anything else! You could pass this along, if you give a shit. Or not do so, If you don't give a shit. Well shit, it's time for me to go. Just wanted you to know... that I do give-a-shit and I hope you have a nice day, without a bunch of shit. But if you happen to catch a load of shit from some shit head ----Remember, shit happens! |
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"Personal strife is what leads us to our rewards," is Amoran's simple reply. Renavoid nods, understanding her response, and continues the lesson. "Hmm...but perhaps not quite so personal then? Perhaps we have need to include more people so that our hardships are not our own...I've been dreaming..." ... |
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