I don't know how I missed this thread! I've been tagged in it a couple times.
.....Ohhhhh, its because the thread title is similar to the one I made to put Santa hats on people's avatars. That's why they all looked the same when I checked my notifications...
WELL!
Season's Greetings and many thanks to @Bengoshi for his continued hard work in keeping us informed about Siege of Dragonspear and killing spambots. It is highly appreciated.
And thank you to @Shandyr; these yearly threads are pretty popular, and now I know what you wanted that Santafied Dragonspear logo for. Here's my full-res avatar for your Wall of Festivity.
hello merry christmas!! i was trying to find a special picture someone made of my avatar image, where a wreath had been put in the middle of the Phyrexia symbol but alas i cannot find it. but yeah, i exist *wave*
Thanks @bengoshi , I wish happy holidays to everyone in the forum.
I don't have special programs for next year (or maybe I do, but they are so big that I keep them secret ), probably just wish to do some travels here and there, and possibly visit some friends who live abroad.
This Christmas period will be different for me, because I am going to spend it entirely far from home: I'll leave tomorrow and come back on the 8th, roaming through Thailand with my girlfriend and two backpacks.
Kris Kringle: NG male dwarf Ranger (or Swashbuckler/mage, or...) Mrs. Claus: NG female human Druid (or Ranger/Cleric) Elf: CG female halfling Blade Bernard: LN male gnome Cleric/Thief (Bounty Hunter) Jack Frost: LE male elf sorcerer
@Sjerrie The General discussion, because it generates the most traffic and also because a Christmas party is interesting for everyone, not only those who follow the playthrough section or play IWD.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house old, Not a creature was stirring, not even a kobold; The pantaloons were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The Xvarts were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of sugared-dryads danced in their heads; And zombies and skeletons, and I deceased, Had just settled our brains on the old mantlepiece, When deep in the dungeon there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my casket to see what was the matter. I snapped my fingers to make light like a flash, Then cast stoneskin and blur in case of a bash. The darkness was illuminated with my glow, Gave a lustre of midday to objects below, When what to my wondering empty eye sockets did appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny forum peers, With a little cute donkey, oh such a dear, I knew in a moment he must be @Shandyr . More rapid than hasted monks did they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: "Now, @Tresset ! now, @Nimran ! now @mlnevese and @lolien ! On, @wubble ! on, @CrevsDaak ! on, @elminster and @deltago ! With @Cerevant , @Jalily ! @Coriander on call! Now dash away @Dee and @bengoshi ! dash away all!" As wizards that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, fireball it oh aye; So down into the abyss the forumites flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and dear @Shandyr too— And then, in a twinkling, I heard all around The giggling and guffawing of each demon hound. As took of my head, and was turning around, Up out the latrine @Shandyr came with a bound. He was covered in fur, from his head to his hooves, And his hat was all tarnished with the middens and number twos; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a donkey carrying a pack. His eyes—how they twinkled! his long face, how droll! His cheeks were like pastry, his nose like bread roll! His wide mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the whiskers on his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath; (because smoking kills you kiddywinks) He had a long face and a little round belly That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old donkey, And I laughed when I saw him, because he was wonkey; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, Stole all the stockings; because he was a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, Set fire to my dungeon, escaped unapposed; He sprang to his carrier, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like rancid old gristle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight— “Happy Christmas to all, apart from @Anduin, good night!”
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.....Ohhhhh, its because the thread title is similar to the one I made to put Santa hats on people's avatars. That's why they all looked the same when I checked my notifications...
WELL!
Season's Greetings and many thanks to @Bengoshi for his continued hard work in keeping us informed about Siege of Dragonspear and killing spambots. It is highly appreciated.
And thank you to @Shandyr; these yearly threads are pretty popular, and now I know what you wanted that Santafied Dragonspear logo for.
Edit: FOUND IT YAAAAAY
Of course, I didn't bring cookies like everyone else, I brought a traditional Jamaican rum cake.
Haha
Hahahaha
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
(I have to beat ToB first.
*cough* But thank you.
I don't have special programs for next year (or maybe I do, but they are so big that I keep them secret
This Christmas period will be different for me, because I am going to spend it entirely far from home: I'll leave tomorrow and come back on the 8th, roaming through Thailand with my girlfriend and two backpacks.
Kris Kringle: NG male dwarf Ranger (or Swashbuckler/mage, or...)
Mrs. Claus: NG female human Druid (or Ranger/Cleric)
Elf: CG female halfling Blade
Bernard: LN male gnome Cleric/Thief (Bounty Hunter)
Jack Frost: LE male elf sorcerer
Should I open a thread for this?
Not a creature was stirring, not even a kobold;
The pantaloons were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The Xvarts were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugared-dryads danced in their heads;
And zombies and skeletons, and I deceased,
Had just settled our brains on the old mantlepiece,
When deep in the dungeon there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my casket to see what was the matter.
I snapped my fingers to make light like a flash,
Then cast stoneskin and blur in case of a bash.
The darkness was illuminated with my glow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering empty eye sockets did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny forum peers,
With a little cute donkey, oh such a dear,
I knew in a moment he must be @Shandyr .
More rapid than hasted monks did they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, @Tresset ! now, @Nimran ! now @mlnevese and @lolien !
On, @wubble ! on, @CrevsDaak ! on, @elminster and @deltago !
With @Cerevant , @Jalily ! @Coriander on call!
Now dash away @Dee and @bengoshi ! dash away all!"
As wizards that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, fireball it oh aye;
So down into the abyss the forumites flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and dear @Shandyr too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard all around
The giggling and guffawing of each demon hound.
As took of my head, and was turning around,
Up out the latrine @Shandyr came with a bound.
He was covered in fur, from his head to his hooves,
And his hat was all tarnished with the middens and number twos;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a donkey carrying a pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his long face, how droll!
His cheeks were like pastry, his nose like bread roll!
His wide mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the whiskers on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath; (because smoking kills you kiddywinks)
He had a long face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old donkey,
And I laughed when I saw him, because he was wonkey;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Stole all the stockings; because he was a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
Set fire to my dungeon, escaped unapposed;
He sprang to his carrier, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like rancid old gristle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, apart from @Anduin, good night!”