Comments for The Adventures of Stephen Gashler http://stephengashler.com My works, my thoughts, my life Thu, 02 Sep 2010 22:04:14 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 Comment on The Fleece of Handsomeness RPG by Dagron http://stephengashler.com/?p=479&cpage=1#comment-299 Dagron Thu, 02 Sep 2010 22:04:14 +0000 http://stephengashler.com/?p=479#comment-299 My name is Dagron (you can call me Dag, yo). I used to be an omniscient, eternal being, but an eternity of knowing everything at once made me bored. I decided to make myself a mortal human and THAT was a mistake. I can't tell you I'm not lame because being human IS lame. My name is Dagron (you can call me Dag, yo). I used to be an omniscient, eternal being, but an eternity of knowing everything at once made me bored. I decided to make myself a mortal human and THAT was a mistake. I can’t tell you I’m not lame because being human IS lame.

]]> Comment on The Fleece of Handsomeness RPG by Zach Watson http://stephengashler.com/?p=479&cpage=1#comment-296 Zach Watson Thu, 02 Sep 2010 05:23:04 +0000 http://stephengashler.com/?p=479#comment-296 My name is Haglar. It is quite similar to haggler but is in fact unrelated. I seem to be cursed but have no idea do by whom or why anyone should want to curse me. For the most part I am perfectly average in every way. Except for my apparent curse. You seem I am clumsy. Not your everyday run of the mill clumsy. I am the epitome of clumsy. I have tripped over my feet going down a water-slide. I mean seriously, you don't even use your feet in a water-slide, yet somehow I managed to trip over them. You get the idea. So I have set out into the world seeking the source of my curse, or at least a way to turn it to some beneficial use. I am not lame because my curse make me quite interesting, and sometimes dangerous to be around, as well as amusing. Frankly, sometimes I would just rather be lame. My name is Haglar. It is quite similar to haggler but is in fact unrelated. I seem to be cursed but have no idea do by whom or why anyone should want to curse me. For the most part I am perfectly average in every way. Except for my apparent curse. You seem I am clumsy. Not your everyday run of the mill clumsy. I am the epitome of clumsy. I have tripped over my feet going down a water-slide. I mean seriously, you don’t even use your feet in a water-slide, yet somehow I managed to trip over them. You get the idea. So I have set out into the world seeking the source of my curse, or at least a way to turn it to some beneficial use. I am not lame because my curse make me quite interesting, and sometimes dangerous to be around, as well as amusing. Frankly, sometimes I would just rather be lame.

]]> Comment on The Fleece of Handsomeness RPG by Squanta Deathiron http://stephengashler.com/?p=479&cpage=1#comment-295 Squanta Deathiron Thu, 02 Sep 2010 04:44:02 +0000 http://stephengashler.com/?p=479#comment-295 I am Squanta Deathiron, a female dwarf. I have a fancy to artistic pastimes and hate fighting. I am not lame because I am proactive. I strongly follow Stephen Covey's 7 Habits for Highly Effective Dwarves. I am Squanta Deathiron, a female dwarf. I have a fancy to artistic pastimes and hate fighting. I am not lame because I am proactive. I strongly follow Stephen Covey’s 7 Habits for Highly Effective Dwarves.

]]> Comment on The Fleece of Handsomeness RPG by MrStyle http://stephengashler.com/?p=479&cpage=1#comment-290 MrStyle Wed, 01 Sep 2010 19:01:54 +0000 http://stephengashler.com/?p=479#comment-290 The name is Kyle. I have lead a simple life up till now, killing a dragon here and their simply to say I have done it. Some say I am ambitious as there is. I clear, cut, percise and to the point. Some say my goals are to seduce the fair ladies, obtain gold, and have honor. When deep inside I truly just want to own my own castle and be fair to all it's people. Protecting us all, building up forces, to defend. I am agile, of average build, and fast as ever. 25 years of age, abandoning home to achieve much more at the age of 15. I am here adventuring alone ready for what is next. My items I have obtained in the past 10 years are, potions and spells I have used in all manner of arts, a pouch filled with never ending food due to a spell I had cast, a secret knife in my sock for emergencies, and of course my experience. The name is Kyle. I have lead a simple life up till now, killing a dragon here and their simply to say I have done it. Some say I am ambitious as there is. I clear, cut, percise and to the point.

Some say my goals are to seduce the fair ladies, obtain gold, and have honor. When deep inside I truly just want to own my own castle and be fair to all it’s people. Protecting us all, building up forces, to defend.

I am agile, of average build, and fast as ever. 25 years of age, abandoning home to achieve much more at the age of 15. I am here adventuring alone ready for what is next.
My items I have obtained in the past 10 years are, potions and spells I have used in all manner of arts, a pouch filled with never ending food due to a spell I had cast, a secret knife in my sock for emergencies, and of course my experience.

]]> Comment on The Fleece of Handsomeness RPG by Nefi http://stephengashler.com/?p=479&cpage=1#comment-285 Nefi Wed, 01 Sep 2010 05:23:00 +0000 http://stephengashler.com/?p=479#comment-285 My name is Nefi, I am a Happy Mexican that just so happen to be in mid European dark ages. I am 5 foot 11.5 but like to say am 6 feet told because it makes me sound more manly but then I have to say the truth because I know better and I feel bad. I don't have any extra arms or wear legs,heads or other appendixes, I am just your average happy Mexican with lots of Spanish and French ancestry, blue/green eyes and whitish skin with a good tan. As far as fighting I have never fought but I like to wrestle my friends, I sometime win sometimes not (it has a lot to do with the size of the friend am wrestling). I have train in the art of the Samurai, Jujitsu, but have never actually needed to use it. I believe that talking usually gets you what you want faster then breaking peoples joints. I am not lame because I like adventure, and I actually do adventury things now and again even if is not practical just to create memories. My name is Nefi, I am a Happy Mexican that just so happen to be in mid European dark ages. I am 5 foot 11.5 but like to say am 6 feet told because it makes me sound more manly but then I have to say the truth because I know better and I feel bad. I don’t have any extra arms or wear legs,heads or other appendixes, I am just your average happy Mexican with lots of Spanish and French ancestry, blue/green eyes and whitish skin with a good tan.

As far as fighting I have never fought but I like to wrestle my friends, I sometime win sometimes not (it has a lot to do with the size of the friend am wrestling). I have train in the art of the Samurai, Jujitsu, but have never actually needed to use it. I believe that talking usually gets you what you want faster then breaking peoples joints.

I am not lame because I like adventure, and I actually do adventury things now and again even if is not practical just to create memories.

]]> Comment on The Fleece of Handsomeness RPG by Orrin http://stephengashler.com/?p=479&cpage=1#comment-272 Orrin Mon, 30 Aug 2010 22:18:44 +0000 http://stephengashler.com/?p=479#comment-272 My name is Orrin. Just Orrin, as far as I know. There are those who call me The Glanderer, thinking they're oh so clever, but the only reason they call me that is because I'm allergic to wood, metal, leather, and all known species of nut. This being the case, I find it impossible to use conventional weaponry and am forced to use only my fists (and my wits) in battle. I am, however, NOT allergic to cloth or certain lovely furs, and ergo seek the Fleece of Handsomeness, in order to help fulfill the greater quest of finding myself a lovely maiden who will stay by my side despite my inability to wear a wedding ring, or do any manual labor besides sewing and perhaps washing a porcelain dish or two. In my past battles I have learned (faster than others) the art of avoiding my enemy's weapon and striking when I have the chance. I've been known to strike a man so hard that his heart stops beating, then, for fear of becoming a killer, deliver another blow to start it up again. One day, I cleared a very tall and bulky man's sinuses by kicking him in the face when he was about to throw a full water trough at my neighbor's children. His wife was so grateful that she called him off, and gave me three bags of gold that were bursting at the seams. After repairing the seams with my fantastic sewing skills, I went off to the local tavern to reward myself for my good deeds. (A night like that is very expensive for me, as I must request a crystalline mug, or several, as they tend to shatter whilst I am in the throws of that Dionysian state of mind that a good mead --I mean deed-- happens to put me in.) The next morning, I was awoken by a village idiot, who I now know as an awesome sage of infinite insight, who informed me that I'd been rejected by every maiden I'd so much as looked at last night and asked me why I was sleeping on top of his low stone wall. "This is where heroes sleep!" I retorted (quite good for someone in my condition, if I may say so), to which he said "Ah! a 'ero are ye? Then go and seek the Fleece of 'andsomeness, for ye might could use it, and only a 'ero can take it from the boring 'ands of Lord Bore 'imself!" I asked him what 'andsomeness was, and he cleared some phlegm from his throat, spit, and said it correctly. I was so excited to go and find this fleece that I almost forgot to kick him in the face before I left. Before I was out of earshot he yelled "Curse the name of the Glanderer!" and I yelled back "Yea, amen to that!" because I hate that name. But, like genetic deficiencies, a dumb name sticks with you. It would be the ultimate obstacle in defeating Lord Bore and tugging away the Fleece from his warm, suddenly no longer arthritic hands. My name is Orrin. Just Orrin, as far as I know. There are those who call me The Glanderer, thinking they’re oh so clever, but the only reason they call me that is because I’m allergic to wood, metal, leather, and all known species of nut. This being the case, I find it impossible to use conventional weaponry and am forced to use only my fists (and my wits) in battle. I am, however, NOT allergic to cloth or certain lovely furs, and ergo seek the Fleece of Handsomeness, in order to help fulfill the greater quest of finding myself a lovely maiden who will stay by my side despite my inability to wear a wedding ring, or do any manual labor besides sewing and perhaps washing a porcelain dish or two.
In my past battles I have learned (faster than others) the art of avoiding my enemy’s weapon and striking when I have the chance. I’ve been known to strike a man so hard that his heart stops beating, then, for fear of becoming a killer, deliver another blow to start it up again.
One day, I cleared a very tall and bulky man’s sinuses by kicking him in the face when he was about to throw a full water trough at my neighbor’s children. His wife was so grateful that she called him off, and gave me three bags of gold that were bursting at the seams. After repairing the seams with my fantastic sewing skills, I went off to the local tavern to reward myself for my good deeds. (A night like that is very expensive for me, as I must request a crystalline mug, or several, as they tend to shatter whilst I am in the throws of that Dionysian state of mind that a good mead –I mean deed– happens to put me in.) The next morning, I was awoken by a village idiot, who I now know as an awesome sage of infinite insight, who informed me that I’d been rejected by every maiden I’d so much as looked at last night and asked me why I was sleeping on top of his low stone wall. “This is where heroes sleep!” I retorted (quite good for someone in my condition, if I may say so), to which he said “Ah! a ‘ero are ye? Then go and seek the Fleece of ‘andsomeness, for ye might could use it, and only a ‘ero can take it from the boring ‘ands of Lord Bore ‘imself!” I asked him what ‘andsomeness was, and he cleared some phlegm from his throat, spit, and said it correctly.
I was so excited to go and find this fleece that I almost forgot to kick him in the face before I left. Before I was out of earshot he yelled “Curse the name of the Glanderer!” and I yelled back “Yea, amen to that!” because I hate that name. But, like genetic deficiencies, a dumb name sticks with you. It would be the ultimate obstacle in defeating Lord Bore and tugging away the Fleece from his warm, suddenly no longer arthritic hands.

]]> Comment on The Fleece of Handsomeness RPG by Sabin http://stephengashler.com/?p=479&cpage=1#comment-271 Sabin Mon, 30 Aug 2010 21:32:09 +0000 http://stephengashler.com/?p=479#comment-271 1. Sabin. 2. Sabin has a giant taranchula head and a human body. Sabin's favorite beverage is sawdust water. Sabin has more muscles than the 1987 version of Hulk Hogan. Sabin once ate an entire hawk all to himself, feathers and all. 3. Sabin isn't lame because he practices his viola at least four times a week. 1. Sabin.
2. Sabin has a giant taranchula head and a human body. Sabin’s favorite beverage is sawdust water. Sabin has more muscles than the 1987 version of Hulk Hogan. Sabin once ate an entire hawk all to himself, feathers and all.
3. Sabin isn’t lame because he practices his viola at least four times a week.

]]> Comment on The Fleece of Handsomeness RPG by Steve S http://stephengashler.com/?p=479&cpage=1#comment-270 Steve S Mon, 30 Aug 2010 21:29:09 +0000 http://stephengashler.com/?p=479#comment-270 I am simply known as Sven. I was born as a luck child, the seventh son of a seventh son. I was told by an old prophet who lives in a cave by the highest lake in the Ortalle mountains that I am destined to defeat Boredom once and for all. I was told the same by a one-eyed witch who had taken the form of a vixen, then again by a young skryer in the heart of the Gnall. These were exactly seven days one after the other, so we know it must be true. My mother was of the Fair, so I have now lived, wandering, for quite a long time. I have a knack for finding odd partners to help me on my various quests, yet none have stayed with me long. I am, as I have said, exceptionally lucky. My favorite color is Green and my favorite month is August. I have found the number 12 to be a great ally in times of need. I am quite agile and handsome, if I do say so myself. I know the 5 common languages of our continent, including sign language. Of course I have trained in magic. I have personally killed a 14 foot giant and tamed a snark (years later, when it finally died, I kept its lethal throat bone, which I carry around my neck). Why am I not lame, you ask? Three reasons: 1) I can walk just as well as anybody and better than most, thereby making me technically not lame. 2) I can play 14 different instruments, and I can whistle through my nose. Go ahead, try me. 3) I am the greatest swordsman since Mad Mardigan, and he was the greatest swordsman who ever lived. That now makes me the greatest swordsman who ever lived. I prefer to keep the rest of my attributes a mystery. I am simply known as Sven. I was born as a luck child, the seventh son of a seventh son. I was told by an old prophet who lives in a cave by the highest lake in the Ortalle mountains that I am destined to defeat Boredom once and for all. I was told the same by a one-eyed witch who had taken the form of a vixen, then again by a young skryer in the heart of the Gnall. These were exactly seven days one after the other, so we know it must be true.

My mother was of the Fair, so I have now lived, wandering, for quite a long time. I have a knack for finding odd partners to help me on my various quests, yet none have stayed with me long.

I am, as I have said, exceptionally lucky. My favorite color is Green and my favorite month is August. I have found the number 12 to be a great ally in times of need. I am quite agile and handsome, if I do say so myself. I know the 5 common languages of our continent, including sign language. Of course I have trained in magic. I have personally killed a 14 foot giant and tamed a snark (years later, when it finally died, I kept its lethal throat bone, which I carry around my neck).

Why am I not lame, you ask? Three reasons:
1) I can walk just as well as anybody and better than most, thereby making me technically not lame.
2) I can play 14 different instruments, and I can whistle through my nose. Go ahead, try me.
3) I am the greatest swordsman since Mad Mardigan, and he was the greatest swordsman who ever lived. That now makes me the greatest swordsman who ever lived.

I prefer to keep the rest of my attributes a mystery.

]]> Comment on Weck by Stephen Gashler http://stephengashler.com/?p=470&cpage=1#comment-242 Stephen Gashler Mon, 30 Aug 2010 02:25:04 +0000 http://stephengashler.com/?p=470#comment-242 Thanks, Gideon. Thanks, Gideon.

]]> Comment on Weck by Gideon Burton http://stephengashler.com/?p=470&cpage=1#comment-241 Gideon Burton Mon, 30 Aug 2010 01:39:53 +0000 http://stephengashler.com/?p=470#comment-241 Very catching little tune. Perfect character music! Very catching little tune. Perfect character music!

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