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Monday, 25 July, 2005 by L
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@ "Oh Orrie, will I ascend?"
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@ "Your dungeon experience and exploration skills are nonexistant."
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@ "As for your 'pet'... all I can say is 'I pray to Apollo that smell isn't natural.'"
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@ "...But Dudley ascended, so really there's no way you can fail now."


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Kernigh July 25, 2005 00:53
First comment: 6 April, 2005 349 comments written
"Orrie"? Does every name have a short version? Let me try...

long Hello Kernigh, welcome to NetHack! You are a chaotic elven Priestess. ... OracleDelphi under towering Parnassus, where Apollo's oracle was,
plays an important part in mythology. Castalia was its
sacred spring; Cephissus its river. It was held to be the
center of the world, so many pilgrims came to it, from
foreign countries as well as Greece. No other shrine rivaled
it. The answers to the questions asked by the anxious
seekers for Truth were delivered by a priestess who went into
a trance before she spoke.
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"Will thou settle for a minor consulation?" y ... The pantherAnd lo! almost where the ascent began,
A panther light and swift exceedingly,
Which with a spotted skin was covered o'er!

And never moved she from before my face,
Nay, rather did impede so much my way,
That many times I to return had turned.
        [ Dante's Inferno, as translated
                by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ]

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hits! You die... Do you want your posessions identified? ... a wand of'Saruman!' he cried, and his voice grew in power and authority.
'Behold, I am not Gandalf the Grey, whom you betrayed. I am
Gandalf the White, who has returned from death. You have no
colour now, and I cast you from the order and from the Council.'
He raised his hand, and spoke slowly in a clear cold voice.
'Saruman, your staff is broken.' There was a crack, and the
staff split asunder in Saruman's hand, and the head of it
fell down at Gandalf's feet. 'Go!' said Gandalf. With a cry
Saruman fell back and crawled away.
        [ The Two Towers, by J.R.R. Tolkien ]

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nothing (0:6) ... a magic harpA triangular stringed instrument, often Magic. Even when not
Magic, a Harp is surprisingly portable and tough and can be
carried everywhere on the back of the Bard or Harper in all
weathers. A Harp seldom goes out of tune and never warps.
Its strings break only in very rare instances, usually
because the Harper is sulking or crossed in love. This is
just as well as no one seems to make or sell spare strings.
[ The Tough Guide to Fantasyland, by Diana Wynne Jones ]

After breakfast was over, the ogre called out: "Wife, wife,
bring me my golden harp." So she brought it and put it on
the table before him. Then he said: "Sing!" and the golden
harp sang most beautifully. And it went on singing till the
ogre fell asleep, and commenced to snore like thunder.
Then Jack lifted up the copper-lid very quietly and got down
like a mouse and crept on hands and knees till he came to the
table, when up he crawled, caught hold of the golden harp and
dashed with it towards the door. But the harp called out
quite loud: "Master! Master!" and the ogre woke up just in
time to see Jack running off with his harp.
        [ Jack and the Beanstalk, from English Fairy Tales,
         by Joseph Jacobs ]

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(0:3) ... 6 worthless pieces of red glass

short Kernigh WTN UR Pri-ElfThe Elves sat round the fire upon the grass or upon the sawn
rings of old trunks. Some went to and fro bearing cups and
pouring drinks; others brought food on heaped plates and
dishes.
"This is poor fare," they said to the hobbits; "for we are
lodging in the greenwood far from our halls. If ever you are
our guests at home, we will treat you better."
"It seems to me good enough for a birthday-party," said Frodo.
Pippin afterwards recalled little of either food or drink, for
his mind was filled with the light upon the elf-faces, and the
sound of voices so various and so beautiful that he felt in a
waking dream. [...]
Sam could never describe in words, nor picture clearly to
himself, what he felt or thought that night, though it remained
in his memory as one of the chief events of his life. The
nearest he ever got was to say: "Well, sir, if I could grow
apples like that, I would call myself a gardener. But it was
the singing that went to my heart, if you know what I mean."
[ The Fellowship of the Ring, by J.R.R. Tolkien ]

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-Fem-Cha ... Orrie "Minor?" y ... YASD (forgot ?oT) ... DYWYPI? ... /oNothing ... mHarp ... 6 glass

I prefer the long version.
janus July 25, 2005 10:21
First comment: 25 July, 2005 1 comments written
The two last panels wereIn 1573, the Parliament of Dole published a decree, permitting
the inhabitants of the Franche-Comte to pursue and kill a
were-wolf or loup-garou, which infested that province,
"notwithstanding the existing laws concerning the chase."
The people were empowered to "assemble with javelins,
halberds, pikes, arquebuses and clubs, to hunt and pursue the
said were-wolf in all places where they could find it, and to
take, burn, and kill it, without incurring any fine or other
penalty." The hunt seems to have been successful, if we may
judge from the fact that the same tribunal in the following
year condemned to be burned a man named Giles Garnier, who
ran on all fours in the forest and fields and devoured little
children, "even on Friday." The poor lycanthrope, it appears,
had as slight respect for ecclesiastical feasts as the French
pig, which was not restrained by any feeling of piety from
eating infants on a fast day.
        [ The History of Vampires, by Dudley Wright ]

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great.
L July 25, 2005 13:20
First comment: 10 February, 2005 285 comments written
Hey, what gives? I GAVE Dion the eight-panel version! What's this seven-panel thing doing here?

I demand satisfaction!
blindcoder July 25, 2005 17:57
First comment: 21 March, 2005 27 comments written
"Orrie" is a nickname for The Internet OracleDelphi under towering Parnassus, where Apollo's oracle was,
plays an important part in mythology. Castalia was its
sacred spring; Cephissus its river. It was held to be the
center of the world, so many pilgrims came to it, from
foreign countries as well as Greece. No other shrine rivaled
it. The answers to the questions asked by the anxious
seekers for Truth were delivered by a priestess who went into
a trance before she spoke.
        [ Mythology, by Edith Hamilton ]

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Dion July 25, 2005 21:02
First comment: 2 February, 2004 100 comments written
My fault. I fixed it... better late than never I suppose.
Kernigh July 25, 2005 22:44
First comment: 6 April, 2005 349 comments written
And the grammar? "I pray to Apollo that smell isn't natural." Smell isn't natural. Smell isn't natural. Smell isn't natural. Smell isn't natural because it comes from tins, but telepathy is natural because it comes from floating eyes.
Plague July 26, 2005 01:30
First comment: 31 January, 2005 102 comments written
ANd THus IN THe MAnner OF KErnigh, THe FOols RAnted ON...
why'd you repeat it 3x?
ANTHINTHMAOFKETHFORAON July 29, 2005 23:23
First comment: 29 July, 2005 1 comments written
???
Fathead June 20, 2006 21:40
First comment: 1 April, 2006 1136 comments written
what's ?oT
Grognor April 15, 2007 01:48
First comment: 4 April, 2007 1161 comments written
?oT=
ScrollAnd I was gazing on the surges prone,
With many a scalding tear and many a groan,
When at my feet emerg'd an old man's hand,
Grasping this scroll, and this same slender wand.
I knelt with pain--reached out my hand--had grasp'd
Those treasures--touch'd the knuckles--they unclasp'd--
I caught a finger: but the downward weight
O'erpowered me--it sank. Then 'gan abate
The storm, and through chill aguish gloom outburst
The comfortable sun. I was athirst
To search the book, and in the warming air
Parted its dripping leaves with eager care.
Strange matters did it treat of, and drew on
My soul page after page, till well-nigh won
Into forgetfulness; when, stupefied,
I read these words, and read again, and tried
My eyes against the heavens, and read again.
        [ Endymion, by John Keats ]

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of teleport.
TK August 12, 2007 23:25
First comment: 11 August, 2007 69 comments written
I laugh! I laugh much and uproariously!

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