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janestarzTuesdaynight after work I took a train to Deventer. City of books and...something - the paper said. Seb was at the station, wearing his suit straight from work. He dropped me at his house where I had tea with Linda - who was working on fluorescent orange jeans - while he did some shopping. Dewi greeted me with loads of cuddles and miauws. Yeah. She likes me.
We ate soup as the ppl from Apeldoorn came over. Simon and Jeroen and Martin. More people came. I don't quite remember what we did but it probably involved Timesplitters or Mario. We also bathed the ferrets; mucho fun. And I believe we played Timesplitters a lot. In the end, Inge came over and Tom as well. It was fun.
Around midnight we started to play some AD&D, which we did until 6 am. By that time the first kids were walking the streets again, heading for the junkyard garage-sale thingy. Don't miss the first daylight when you can shop! Kapitalism teaching it's children. Today is Dag van de Arbeid.
We slept for a few hours, after which we watched some Two Towers during breakfast. At noon or somthing we browsed the market [a.k.a. Junkyard-garagesale] and I found a sweet tiny cauldron (diameter 3 cm, less then 2 inches) and a goblet of messing. Heavy. Also bought a ring (serpent-like with Amathyst head) in one of the shops that was open.
The weather got worse, so we found an open supermarket, bought two crates of beer (sadly it was Grolsch beugel) and went back to Seb's to play more Mario Smash brothers and Munchkin and we just hung.
We ate french fries, and watched Swordfish (John Travolta rocks when he's evilll) and after the movie I cought the 21.15 train home.
I was so tired, but still watched some Seven Years in Tibet.
I just found out I left my floppy with the report on the Fantasy Fair at Seb's! I'm SO FUCKING PISSED OFF AT MYSELF! I hope Seb can have someone mail it to me. Deadlines are so much more choking you when you lose an article.
I'll type out the AD&D adventure later, right now I have to pretend to do something. Six weeks and two days to go. *sigh*
EDIT:
AD&D
Dungeon Master: Evil Seb.
Participants: Jeroen, Martin (playing brother and sister); Inge; Tom; Wouter (Epo the parrot), Simon (Jack the elven pirate) and I (Dyara, elf pirate).
Dyara found herself sitting at a table with Jack and his parrot Epo. They were eating. The food was not so bad, she had had worse on her last ship, but other people were throwing up over it.
A woman, dressed as a priestess, came up to the table and set some berries in front of Epo, who ate some. But, after eating a few, he fell over. Dead.
On stage, some women dressed up as men, were dancing. It was a gay bar!
Jack went outside with the woman, and Dyara took the parrot. Jack attacked her.
They fought for a while and as the woman stepped back, Dyara threw the dead parrot at the woman. She missed, and the dead parrot hit a drow male. He looked at her angrily, but she ignored him and charged the woman with her gaff-hook and knife.
Tom’s character unfastened the armor the woman was wearing while pretending to encourage her. And all of a sudden, Jack couldn’t see anymore. Apparantly the woman’s brother cast a spell on him. Before Dyara knew what was happening, she was attacked from behind. The drow male stuck a poisoned knife in her back, badly injuring her; before he disappeared in the crowd.
While Tom and Inge’s characters were having fun with gambling on who’d win, spells and picking the crowds’ pockets, we were fighting. Inge cast a spell on Martin’s character – the woman – which caused her to go really thirsty. She drank the potions she had on her, while Jack was staggering and trying blindly to hit her. Dyara was again attacked from behind, this time by the woman’s brother. He threw her on the floor and tried to pin her down with his quarterstaff. Dyara tried to roll over and stab him, but he was too strong for her.
His sister however, was still very very thirsty. She broke through the crowd and jumped into the nearby canal, to satisfy her thirst.
Inge’s character threw two handful of gold pieces in the crowd, and the people started to grope for the money. The brother was thrown off Dyara’s back, and went for his sister, who was now covered in rats and slime in the canal.
Dyara helped Jack up, and they walked away, finding their pockets had also been picked. They went into a gaming house, and Dyara sold her bar of soap for some silver pieces, but lost. Then, Jack sold his bow, and with the gold they gambled. Setting 5 gold pieces aside for lodgings, they won 20 gold pieces, 40, 80, and then lost all of their gold again. They decided to find an inn to dance and make music for some money.
Meanwhile, Inge and Tom’s characters teamed up to rob the bookie, and went into the place they had had dinner to devide the money and gems they had stolen off the - now deceased – bookie.
Brother and sister were still at the canal. Three rats were now on the screaming sister, and the brother cast a fireball at his sister [go Jeroen!] to get them off. He hit a public toilet at the other side of the canal, from which the drow male emerged.
As soon as the woman was out of the canal, they performed a ritual to raise the dead parrot. Undead Epo. Yeah!
This was the end of the session – at six am we decided to call it quits and continue later. I must have forgotton half of it already.
We ate soup as the ppl from Apeldoorn came over. Simon and Jeroen and Martin. More people came. I don't quite remember what we did but it probably involved Timesplitters or Mario. We also bathed the ferrets; mucho fun. And I believe we played Timesplitters a lot. In the end, Inge came over and Tom as well. It was fun.
Around midnight we started to play some AD&D, which we did until 6 am. By that time the first kids were walking the streets again, heading for the junkyard garage-sale thingy. Don't miss the first daylight when you can shop! Kapitalism teaching it's children. Today is Dag van de Arbeid.
We slept for a few hours, after which we watched some Two Towers during breakfast. At noon or somthing we browsed the market [a.k.a. Junkyard-garagesale] and I found a sweet tiny cauldron (diameter 3 cm, less then 2 inches) and a goblet of messing. Heavy. Also bought a ring (serpent-like with Amathyst head) in one of the shops that was open.
The weather got worse, so we found an open supermarket, bought two crates of beer (sadly it was Grolsch beugel) and went back to Seb's to play more Mario Smash brothers and Munchkin and we just hung.
We ate french fries, and watched Swordfish (John Travolta rocks when he's evilll) and after the movie I cought the 21.15 train home.
I was so tired, but still watched some Seven Years in Tibet.
I just found out I left my floppy with the report on the Fantasy Fair at Seb's! I'm SO FUCKING PISSED OFF AT MYSELF! I hope Seb can have someone mail it to me. Deadlines are so much more choking you when you lose an article.
I'll type out the AD&D adventure later, right now I have to pretend to do something. Six weeks and two days to go. *sigh*
EDIT:
AD&D
Dungeon Master: Evil Seb.
Participants: Jeroen, Martin (playing brother and sister); Inge; Tom; Wouter (Epo the parrot), Simon (Jack the elven pirate) and I (Dyara, elf pirate).
Dyara found herself sitting at a table with Jack and his parrot Epo. They were eating. The food was not so bad, she had had worse on her last ship, but other people were throwing up over it.
A woman, dressed as a priestess, came up to the table and set some berries in front of Epo, who ate some. But, after eating a few, he fell over. Dead.
On stage, some women dressed up as men, were dancing. It was a gay bar!
Jack went outside with the woman, and Dyara took the parrot. Jack attacked her.
They fought for a while and as the woman stepped back, Dyara threw the dead parrot at the woman. She missed, and the dead parrot hit a drow male. He looked at her angrily, but she ignored him and charged the woman with her gaff-hook and knife.
Tom’s character unfastened the armor the woman was wearing while pretending to encourage her. And all of a sudden, Jack couldn’t see anymore. Apparantly the woman’s brother cast a spell on him. Before Dyara knew what was happening, she was attacked from behind. The drow male stuck a poisoned knife in her back, badly injuring her; before he disappeared in the crowd.
While Tom and Inge’s characters were having fun with gambling on who’d win, spells and picking the crowds’ pockets, we were fighting. Inge cast a spell on Martin’s character – the woman – which caused her to go really thirsty. She drank the potions she had on her, while Jack was staggering and trying blindly to hit her. Dyara was again attacked from behind, this time by the woman’s brother. He threw her on the floor and tried to pin her down with his quarterstaff. Dyara tried to roll over and stab him, but he was too strong for her.
His sister however, was still very very thirsty. She broke through the crowd and jumped into the nearby canal, to satisfy her thirst.
Inge’s character threw two handful of gold pieces in the crowd, and the people started to grope for the money. The brother was thrown off Dyara’s back, and went for his sister, who was now covered in rats and slime in the canal.
Dyara helped Jack up, and they walked away, finding their pockets had also been picked. They went into a gaming house, and Dyara sold her bar of soap for some silver pieces, but lost. Then, Jack sold his bow, and with the gold they gambled. Setting 5 gold pieces aside for lodgings, they won 20 gold pieces, 40, 80, and then lost all of their gold again. They decided to find an inn to dance and make music for some money.
Meanwhile, Inge and Tom’s characters teamed up to rob the bookie, and went into the place they had had dinner to devide the money and gems they had stolen off the - now deceased – bookie.
Brother and sister were still at the canal. Three rats were now on the screaming sister, and the brother cast a fireball at his sister [go Jeroen!] to get them off. He hit a public toilet at the other side of the canal, from which the drow male emerged.
As soon as the woman was out of the canal, they performed a ritual to raise the dead parrot. Undead Epo. Yeah!
This was the end of the session – at six am we decided to call it quits and continue later. I must have forgotton half of it already.
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Date: 2003-05-01 03:07 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-05-01 03:10 am (UTC)Amazing how these old people have good taste in music.
And ferrets rawk.
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Date: 2003-05-01 03:13 am (UTC)uhm...
tries to think up example...
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Date: 2003-05-01 03:26 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-05-01 04:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-04 01:00 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-05-05 02:54 am (UTC)Flea market= vlooienmarkt
And that's your first lesson Dutch for you!
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Date: 2003-05-05 02:58 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-05-05 03:10 am (UTC)If you're dutch.
Here's how it goes. Vlooien - can be split up. Vlooi-en. The latter part is easy: uhn.
Vlooi is pronounced vl-oooh-j. The j is almost silent (there's no uh or eh sound involved, but it's clearly audible).
Go ahead, have fun and try.
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Date: 2003-05-05 03:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-05 03:13 am (UTC)Markt. It's similar to the english equivalent market, but the e-sound is totally gone and the k is more stressed. Markt. Try to get your r rolling and hard.