kodoz

that last 2.5 smithy is still a daunting task for Ed but he is already 102 tailoring so i know what you mean. Enjoy your GM status!

*Kodoz was now staring intently at the small cracks he had made in the wall. Then it hit him. Steel wasn't the only one lost. He had almost forgotten about Emperor Logan and Rico. Torn in indecision, Kodoz was totally dumbfounded. He could stay with Steel, he could guard Rico, or search for Logan. Kodoz knew in his head that he had to either choose to stay with Rico or find Logan as he could do no more good for Steel in any way. He almost smiled when the thought that he might cave in the wall and endanger Steel even more came to his head, but he couldn't bring himself to smile in such dire straits. He knew that the chances that he could help Rico when he couldn't help Steel were slim, but finding Logan in the four Facets and their vast expanses was far less likely to happen. Torn between protecting the one he was able to, searching for he who he swore allegiance to, and remaining with his best friend, he knew what he had to do. Kodoz stood to go and realized hed been sitting there hours. He'd never lost track of time before. Shaking his head, he glanced at Steel one more time, and with the most effort he'd ever put into anything in his life, walked out the door to find Rico, and hopefully keep him from his pronounced fate. As Kodoz got on his mount, he turned and saw Steel's mount, clenched his teeth, and hurled his short spear. It hit the ground and buried itself to the hilt. Kodoz pulled it out and went to find Rico.*

*Kodoz realizes that the necessary people have gone to the necessary places. He does not feel he should even chance insulting them by showing up, lest they think he thinks them incompetent. No, Kodoz can think of but one thing. To stay by Steel's side, like he always did in battle. Steel was not merely a superior officer, a great warrior, or a genius tactician. He was also Kodoz' best true friend. Kodoz could never repay that, nor repay the countless debts he owed. Kodoz merely stayed with Steel, sitting on the floor practicing his bandaging skills by wounding his hand over and over and repeatedly dressing the wound. He did this to distract himself from the fact that Steel was dead, gone, and that he had not been able to save him. The pain in his hand was nothing compared to the pain of his heart. Kodoz would turn at the slightest sound that was out of place, shadow that was cast, and footstep he heard. Kodoz would not allow anything else to happen to Steel, still thinking there was some way to save him yet. Kodoz didn't know himself if he actually thought it was a possibility worth thinking of or if he was hoping in vain, and only time would tell. Kodoz knew he had failed his friend however, and that thought would most likely haunt him forever...*

*Kodoz, who has only once shed tears before, must do so once again. Kodoz didn't show it that other time, and this time was different. Kodoz was filled with rage. He drew back a fist and slammed it into the wall with all his considerable might. Something cracked, and hurt, but he hit it again and again and again. When he finally stopped he looked at the mangled bloody remains of his hands, bones broken, skin scraped off and bits of leather armor embedded in the wounds. The wall was bloody where he had hit it, and Kodoz screamed. Not from physical pain, but emotional pain. Steel was one of the few who truly understood him and noone could replace him. Kodoz sobbed and again hit the wall. A barely audible teardrop hits the floor as he does so. Kodoz grabs Steel's hand with his good hand, and clenches it tightly. All he can think is 'this can't be happening, not to Steel, why not me, why couldn't I help him.' Kodoz suddenly he realized something. Why couldnt he be brought back? It had been accomplished, but usually only to become undead. Kodoz didn't think Steel would like that. Kodoz couldn't think of Steel in the past tense. Looking at his mangled hand he removed the glove from his other hand and covered the wound. He knew Akroma took the message for war out. The best thing he could do was remain with Steel until he was needed in battle. He would be on the frontline, taking his vengeance. But for now he couldn't leave Steel alone. He realized he was still clenching Steel's hand. Kodoz realized there was one thing to do. He let go of his rage. He had almost lost the one thing you never should. Your temper. For he who angered you owned you. He knew from experience you cant fight well in a rage. It lends you great strength but makes you forget your basic tactics. Kodoz squeezed Steel's hand once more, removed the necklace he wore with an ankh on it and laid it on Steel's chest. He then left to join the others, hesitated at the door momentarily, then left.*

*As Kodoz arrives in Gargoyle city he notices something strange going on. He enters with his war fork drawn and shield equipped... as he passes the first turn in the city he hears some small sobs, chants, and whispers. Curious, he rounds the next corner and stops suddenly. Hardly believing what he sees, it is a funeral for one of the high priests. He had never heard of one dying as they knew the secrets of alchemy and healing better than almost anyone else. He sheathed his weapon and slung his shield around his back, and dismounted. Taking off his helm, he strides to the casket, and sees what he dreaded... the same hand wound as Steel. Knowing that if they could not heal one of their own, he realized Steels cure was not to be found here. He then went to his beetle and rode back to Olympus...*

*As Kodoz arrives at Olympus, he removes his helmet and shakes loose his hair, drenched in sweat. Fine droplets spray around him. His armor like always is battle scarred, but he is still proud of it. He goes to see Steel, and sees just how bad it is.* "I vow to find you a cure and to hunt down those responsible. Since Kaatya is already going to the Elves, I will journey to Gargoyle city, and ask their high priests if they have any ancient cures. ". *Kodoz closes his eyes, dons his helmet once more, and exits to find a cure and avenge his friend.*

I agree to bringing back the fights, but i disagree with Sal and Neo in that I personally HATE artifacts and these new item properties like fast cast and recovery and defense chance. Anyone can succeed where you outclass and outfit your opponent. It takes skill to win when you are outclassed however, but now you can be so outclassed you have no hope, and i think thats stupid. Well, theres my two cents.

*Kodoz has gone days without seeing many guardians. Amongst the few he has seen are Triston, Lukkan, Cat, and Leyea. He had met former guardians amongst his travels and his battles, and each was a glad time. But he realized that there were no longer a huge amount of guardians as there used to be. He had been told of Triston and Lukkan's plan and was at a loss. Lay down Mace and kryss and shield for pen and paper? Kodoz wasnt sure whether he was more afraid this plan would fail or if it would succeed. He knew that for the good of the guild it must succeed. But Kodoz couldnt simply give up his life as a valiant warrior. He browsed through his houses, and visited the empty Novitus Sanctum. It was almost like Christmas, not a creature a stirring except for himself. Kodoz sent by pigeon that his brother Ed would assist in anyway possible, and that Kodoz would gather resources of all manners. He missed the old days, but looked forward to the new. Truly now was the time to start anew, with the slate wiped clean, or close to it. True, they must never and would never forget where, how, why, or by who the guild was formed, but it would be a fresh start. Summer is the time for growth, and so we should.*

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The Great Archives determine you to have gone by the identity: Duke of Moldovia Known in some parts of the world as: Thanatos of The Danube The Great Archives Record: This one caused devastation along the banks of the Great River. for my real name for Kodoz The Great Archives determine you to have gone by the identity: Rajah of Moldovia Known in some parts of the world as: Thanatos of Sewer Rats The Great Archives Record: This one sinks low and is prosperous. Breeding many times over

I have a challenge for everyone currently active in the guild. Whereas i cant put up some insane price or prize for you, i will reward anyone who does this. For as long as it takes in game chronicle the events of your in game activities in an rp manner within one of the books you buy at a provisioner. For 5 pages you get 5k, and for 10 pages you get 10k. Turn the books into me at next weeks meeting. Thank you!

As Kodoz sat in his new office, he sighed. He reread the two letters for the fifth time. The one was scratched out with a barbed claw, from the Solen queen. He admired that she had figured out English almost as much as he admired her humility throughout the letter. It appeared that the Solens were on the verge of extinction because they had no pure water. She pleaded with the honorable guild to keep her race from extinction. She even gave Kodoz a slight gift, for free, showing just how desperate they were. The other was from the citizens of Yew. Kodoz himself had performed the purification ceremony once himself. The letter from Yew told him what his efforts had done. It had not only helped out the Solens with their water and cleaned up Yew. Whole farms were going to ruin due to the swampy state enforced by the Juka, former invaders that PGoH was key in their defeat. Kodoz wrote out a note to Imperator Steel and Emperor Logan, asking for permission to fix this problem. He sends it away via pigeon and readies himself for the ordeal. Once again we were asked to go to war for other beings, merely to do honors duty. Once again Yew is on the line. Will you be the one to help? Will you be able to say as some of us do, “that was me who helped defeat the ruinations of a city?” Will you answer the call? Meet at olympus Saturday at 7:00 PM EST to test your wits and your mettle against the odds!

Fing, before you leave i heartily reccomend pvping. it still has the spark and flare of greatness, if you have a good connection. Ill miss you brother, and hope to see you elsewhere in the future.

I have to agree with Cheblis' statement, you scared the hell out of me. Next time make the title, " leave of absence", so you dont give us all hypertension and stuff. Have fun with your family and tell em hi for mme

Thank you kindly. If i hadnt had cooperation from many of you who have placed vendors we would not be the success we are. Cheblis, ill clear up a space. Also, anyone who currently has a vendor there, make sure they dont have no money! i had one run away while on vacation! ARG! oh well, cleared up 125 lockdowns

*puts on his...err...resist suit* ITS CLOBBERIN TIME! {5k to the first person to identify whose phrase that is}

I am glad to hear your donations and wish you the best once more my friend. i will miss your last minute saves, your witty repartee, and your presence most of all. Safe journeys and good hunting, Strength and Honor!

Ive been wanting a spot there for so long, and dinadan will gladly take it if possible. I will miss you sorely Elathiel, and wish you would stay, but its your decision. Safe journeys and good luck in all you do brother

My dear lady I have missed you as the flowers miss the dew of dawn at noon. We have had a rollercoaster ride throughout our arduos journey together, and i wish to see thee once more. I miss thee more than words can express and must give you the only thing that can make up for it. *hugs her and kisses her on the cheek*

I urge to everyone to in a manner of speaking keep the faith. Now i have not been with the game as long as most i will keep going and will keep this guild going even if im the only one left. Please reconsider your decisions, but decide in your personal best option. Its your decision, but dont make one you will regret later. Talk to me via pigeon if you are having problems deciding. I may be able to lend a sympathetic ear or add advice, but if your problems are never mentioned, how can it be solved? thank you for your time dear friends

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As Kodoz sat in his new office, he sighed. He reread the two letters for the fifth time. The one was scratched out with a barbed claw, from the Solen queen. He admired that she had figured out English almost as much as he admired her humility throughout the letter. It appeared that the Solens were on the verge of extinction because they had no pure water. She pleaded with the honorable guild to keep her race from extinction. She even gave Kodoz a slight gift, for free, showing just how desperate they were. The other was from the citizens of Yew. Kodoz himself had performed the purification ceremony once himself. The letter from Yew told him what his efforts had done. It had not only helped out the Solens with their water and cleaned up Yew. Whole farms were going to ruin due to the swampy state enforced by the Juka, former invaders that PGoH was key in their defeat. Kodoz wrote out a note to Imperator Steel and Emperor Logan, asking for permission to fix this problem. He sends it away via pigeon and readies himself for the ordeal. Once again we were asked to go to war for other beings, merely to do honors duty. Once again Yew is on the line. Will you be the one to help? Will you be able to say as some of us do, “that was me who helped defeat the ruinations of a city?” Will you answer the call? Meet at olympus Saturday at 7:00 PM EST to test your wits and your mettle against the odds! Join us for a night of fun and adventuring

*BUMP* Vote already!

For the next week or so my in game time will be limited at best due to circumstances beyond my control. i will keep in contact via skypage. thank you for your time

DAMN THOSE PEOPLE! AFTER I DROP MY RESIST THAT WAS AT 80 TO 0! ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!