<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946</id><updated>2011-07-08T18:58:00.182+08:00</updated><category term='pirates'/><category term='Prawnt'/><category term='combat'/><category term='DGN Dose'/><category term='chiong'/><category term='woodie'/><category term='cupcake'/><category term='knight'/><category term='reporters'/><category term='mage'/><category term='comic'/><category term='gold'/><category term='bunny'/><category term='42'/><category term='ass'/><category term='soulcraft'/><category term='manliness'/><category term='police'/><category term='kitty'/><category term='[CM] Yuffiie'/><category term='Hoffman'/><category term='Julie'/><category term='Irichi'/><category term='lumberjacks'/><category term='gryphon'/><category term='Ebbie'/><category term='jester'/><category term='weapons'/><category term='memories'/><category term='dancing'/><category term='yaoi'/><category term='guilds'/><category term='sentai'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='mystery'/><category term='Paris'/><category term='tempura'/><category term='fanart'/><category term='Kewkies and Kreme'/><category term='Toby'/><category term='Ceaz'/><category term='queen vella'/><category term='Valid Raeth'/><category term='paladin'/><category term='friends'/><category term='OOC'/><category term='contest'/><category term='Goryu'/><category term='straight'/><category term='hat'/><category term='[GM] Jin'/><category term='combo'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='bronze drake'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Drakos'/><category term='Farrell'/><category term='manskirt'/><category term='Cailey'/><category term='music'/><category term='name'/><category term='grinding'/><category term='kinky'/><category term='dream'/><category term='rare'/><category term='brooms'/><category term='Heil'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='mission'/><category term='interview'/><category term='report'/><category term='circus'/><category term='food'/><category term='bahamole'/><category term='Lavalon'/><category term='swamps'/><category term='sick'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Zakriid'/><category term='seal scrolls'/><category term='annoying'/><category term='Odellia'/><category term='love'/><category term='Elluman'/><category term='drugs'/><category term='Marj'/><category term='pet'/><category term='Sieg'/><category term='Sambaba'/><category term='Dias'/><title type='text'>The Tempura Diaries</title><subtitle type='html'>A Dragonica Fan Blog from a Paladin's perspective.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-3209070700005205014</id><published>2010-09-07T19:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T19:26:27.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kewkies and Kreme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heil'/><title type='text'>Maximum Exposure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To My Dear Cousin Heil,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you are well on your way to becoming a harlequin. I've seen you in several shows and have attended your various featured performances here and there with discretion. I'd like to say that you've been doing a great job! I'd like to tell you what happened the other day about my friend Kreme who happens to be a well-trained harlequin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apparently he has gone into hiding after the harlequin guild forced him to wear some ridiculous outfit as some sort of test. He said something about harlequins being able to wear ANY kind of garments, even if it is the most embarrassing to be able to entertain people of all sorts. He sent me a letter because he needed help with something. He first sent me his picture wearing the outfit. ...A VERY REVEALING OUTFIT.&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TIYhG_UVzEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/atKvCkdmxdc/s320/kreme1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 229px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514131197721431106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I couldn't help but laugh at first, but then again I've seen worse. I guess those short shorts are meant for maximum mobility and those skin-revealing tops are supposed to be for maximum exposure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I later met him at some part in the Port of Winds asking if I had something that would be able to help him strut around that confidence. Kreme immediately said that he won't take "Confidence Classes" for an answer. I then quickly disposed this flyer I got for a seminar that teaches "Wearing Self-Confidence". Then I suddenly thought of something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TIYg9svDAxI/AAAAAAAAAjw/y5wIPwFhPsM/s320/kreme2.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 295px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514131038114349842" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lent him my Sambaba helm for the time being because it would attract more attention than his revealing outfit. Hopefully the helm I lent him would give him a boost of self-confidence as most of my pride and arrogance might have rubbed off that helm. Heck, I wouldn't mind wearing what Kreme was wearin-- oh WAIT, YOU'RE NOT EBBIE. Anyway, you've got a lot more training ahead of you Heil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you wear something like that Heil? I see what you did there. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Your Dear Cousin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-3209070700005205014?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/3209070700005205014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/09/maximum-exposure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/3209070700005205014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/3209070700005205014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/09/maximum-exposure.html' title='Maximum Exposure'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TIYhG_UVzEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/atKvCkdmxdc/s72-c/kreme1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-5946987219640682801</id><published>2010-08-22T10:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T10:33:04.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEEEEEKKK!!! ;3;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, lying down on my bed after a long day of training and even reminiscing about the good ol' days. Then all of a sudden, I heard this loud flapping sound. I thought at first it was a Scrappy that got stuck in the window railings again, but as I got up from my bed, it was a flying cockroach!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/49/Cockroach_closeup.jpg/449px-Cockroach_closeup.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 449px; height: 599px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was so scared that I think I screamed like a little girl as I tried to swat the darned thing with my sword. Hopefully no one heard me scream. That would've been very embarrassing! You know how I am with flying cockroaches. ;3;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Stay safe Ebbie, please send me some pesticides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-5946987219640682801?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5946987219640682801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/08/eeeeeeekkk-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5946987219640682801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5946987219640682801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/08/eeeeeeekkk-3.html' title='EEEEEEEKKK!!! ;3;'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-5646071030985486547</id><published>2010-08-08T19:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:04:20.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>An Odd Statue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the opening of the Drakos Tower once again, many adventurers have been crowding at Camp Steven to help the Dragon Expedition drive back Elga's minions. As for me, I have personally been assigned with a task group that was been ordered to look for alternate routes into the tower. The main entrance of the tower wouldn't do much so we had to look for alternate routes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TF6aUjdtIXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/nFMCLDKrdLw/s320/kimart1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503005472601219442" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along with a party of other paladins and mercenaries, we found this cave and ventured deep within. The mages believe it would lead to the tower's basement, and we could begin launching another front from there. The underground tunnel was infested with monsters, and more of Elga's minions. Along the way, I came across this odd statue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looked so intricate and well-crafted that I was intrigued by it. By the time I looked around, I noticed the party went on without me, and I was all alone! So there I was, sitting there with no one else but Toby (Yes, Toby the Gryphon returned!) and the statue.  I waited for around twenty minutes hoping one of my partymates would signal me to join with them, as I couldn't see much within that tunnel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing bored, I picked my nose and drew a large booger. Without much thought, I wiped it onto the statue until Toby suddenly started squawking in a panicked manner. I tried to calm him down but he wouldn't stop. Then I heard a large rumbling noise and I saw the statue slowly coming to life! I turned red and snorted in an angry manner. Eyeing me, I almost shat bricks because of its ferocious gaze. I then started running away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TF6clIAliWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/nMGuBc8Osnk/s320/kimart2.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503007956312361314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The large demon was very strong to a point I had almost burned to death. It summons large fireballs, breathes fire, and wields this ginormous axe that I tried to avoid as much as possible. Eventually I was cornered, but I knew I had to strengthen my resolve and fight back! After a long and arduous battle complete with epic boss background music, I defeated it. I was also heavily wounded from the fight that I had to use a return scroll to get back to Camp Steven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently in Camp Steven being treated of my wounds. I'll need to rest for a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay safe now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-5646071030985486547?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5646071030985486547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/08/odd-statue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5646071030985486547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5646071030985486547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/08/odd-statue.html' title='An Odd Statue'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TF6aUjdtIXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/nFMCLDKrdLw/s72-c/kimart1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-2190077238935617925</id><published>2010-08-07T08:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T08:56:46.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>MY EARS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going to write this letter to tell you how cool my new armor is, but something unexpected happened just after two weeks of wearing the darned helmet. Yes, I believe the helmet is cursed or something, even after I souled it at Julie's. You do know us Paladins get the Signus rank when we reach a certain level. I'm pleased to tell you that your brother just gained Signus rank! Yay! But enough about that. I'll show you the picture, yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TFyqUuDm06I/AAAAAAAAAio/1rzJAf3TCVY/s320/ears1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502460117677167522" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pretty neat, huh? I must say I've gone quite far from being the clumsy warrior I was years back. I still couldn't find the darned shoulder piece for this set, though. It's very rare to find good craftsmanship these days. (Well 42 could also forge one but... you know.) Now take a look at the helmet. Why do you think those fins at the side are so big?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it needs something to fill it up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't notice it at first because of my thick hair, but later on I've started to notice subtle changes. I could hear better and my helmet was starting to feel more comfortable. Later on, before being dispatched at a mission in Siren Woods, I went inside my tent and removed my helmet during the short recess. I looked at a nearby mirror and noticed something protruding out of my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I touched it then rubbed it until I realized something. THESE WERE MY EARS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TFytiO7Rz9I/AAAAAAAAAiw/Idvqaj12ynQ/s320/ears2.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 226px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502463648373788626" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so surprised that I just had to feel both of them to make sure I wasn't dreaming or something. I'm guessing this helmet of mine makes anyone's ears bigger just to fit it. People keep calling me "elf" or "elven warrior" just because of the ears. BUT I'M NO ELF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I thought of something. "Prawnt the Elven Tempura Knight" also sounds kinda good right? It's also gonna be fun to go around telling people you're an elf, and lying about your age to claim that you're more than a hundred years old. But that's what most elves are right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TFyuwg1qE-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/xku1iT7oll8/s320/ears3.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 310px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502464993211847650" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how long I'll keep these kinda ears, but I feel they're only temporary. If it's permanent, it's alright. At least I could hear better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though people keep saying it's actually an accessory, I dare them to pull my ears. If I say ouch, it's real! Not lying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay safe Ebbie, love ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-2190077238935617925?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/2190077238935617925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-ears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/2190077238935617925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/2190077238935617925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-ears.html' title='MY EARS!!!'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TFyqUuDm06I/AAAAAAAAAio/1rzJAf3TCVY/s72-c/ears1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-3632407015505837144</id><published>2010-08-06T07:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T07:51:26.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='42'/><title type='text'>A Weird Letter</title><content type='html'>To My Dear Friend Ceaz,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this letter in my mail today. Does Mr. 42 really write like this all the time? I hardly understood a thing. It has the most peculiar content I've ever read so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;TO MAI DEEREST PRAWNT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;GREEEEEEEEEEEEETINS PRAWNT! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I BIG fan!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I lav yu!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I adore yu!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;LET ME SPAWN!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I 42, I BLACKSMITH, I MEYK WEAPON FANTASTIK SPAHKU! LEZ GO NAMBAH WAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bat enuf abawt dat! I kam tu tell new messeyj! EET IS OPEN! PAREEZ EES KAM! DID YU LISUN? DID YU TELL PEOPLEZ? HOPE YU DID!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAHAHAH SPAHKU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eniwei, I see yor sister leytli! She be fantastik spahku! DAT NAYT, DIS BIG! Veri pretty! Meyk dagger stare look ;D She keym to repeyr wepon, I gib her diskawnt! BERI BIG, FANTASTIK DISKAWNT! FIVE GOLD! She get speshul tritment. ;D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;DAGGERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR~!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eniwei, she doing well, I kno yur kyuryusss, she good, she hab resolut payonir! VERY SPHAKU. Kerries Giant rock TITAN FURY AXE NAO, VERY HARDCOR! Olso, I see Sieg and Mynthe arawnd ageyn! xNatsumi too! Old gildmeyts return! I nu see Cailey and Zakriid though, tell Ceaz I sorry &gt;: . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;OH DID YU HIR? Milie gat merrid to Goryu! VERY FANTASTIK PAHTI! LOTSA PEEPOL. Dun be so down, meni other gurl in street! VERY NAIS, HAO MUCH! Deyt Milie's sister, Kureha! VERI PRITTEE, LAYK HER TWIN HAHA!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHICH REMAYND ME, HAB YOU SEEN JODIE? SHE HAWT! FANTASTIK SPAHKU! LEZ GO NAMBAH WAAAAAAAAAAN! DIS NAYT! DIS BIIIIIIIG! DAGGERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt; *cough*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Iunno wai I write cough ;D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;ENIWEI! I write to tell yu mor news! GET POWERFUL FAST AT OGOST 8, 9 and 10! VERY POWAR BUFF! FANTASIK! You get strong, strong layk sister! I gib yu diskawnt in repeyr! VERY NAIS! VERY CHIP! 5 GOLD, GOOD DEAL! VERY NAAAAAAIS! FANTASTIK SPAHKU!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;FROM YOR BIGGEST FAN, LET ME SPAWN,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alphonsus Mortierre Del Torre' Fatierre, 42 ;D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S: ORAYT! FANTASTIK SPAHKU! LEZ GO NAMBAH WAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;... GORYU AND MILIE GOT MARRIED? WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Your Friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-3632407015505837144?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/3632407015505837144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/08/weird-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/3632407015505837144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/3632407015505837144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/08/weird-letter.html' title='A Weird Letter'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-5538027494675559197</id><published>2010-08-05T21:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:52:30.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>That Breezy Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had to write to you this time. So there I was the other day, doing my regular duties along the area between Frigid Canyon and the Sleepy Slums. Every time I jumped or walked, my rear felt weird as I was fighting monsters. I thought I accidentally wore two pairs of underwear again. It felt kinda thick yet it felt cool at the same time. So I had a really happy time training and slaying all sorts of monsters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.usedwigs.com/graphics/caution.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After my twelve-hour regular duty (A Tempura Knight is on call 24/7!!! ), I headed to the HQ Men's Locker Room to take a shower. I was literally sweating a waterfall after drinking a lot of those fat-burning HP potions that makes your body all lean and stuff like in the commercials. Mmmm~ grapefruit is tasty. I was really stinky so a nice relaxing shower was in order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I approached my locker to place some of my things. Helmet, pauldrons, chestplate, legplates, boots, gauntlets, and soon my undergarments. As I was about to strip down to nudity, I noticed something inside my underwear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a pantyliner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sanitarynapkins.50webs.com/images/panty-liner.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 360px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I held it up in disbelief, and a few paladins saw it and laughed at me. They called me all sorts of mean things and all I could do was sulk and get angry inside. They also told me I was in the wrong locker room and that the women's locker room was next door! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even after taking a shower, the paladins couldn't stop laughing at me and even called me the "Pantyliner Paladin". I wanted to challenge them to a fight but they were high-ranking fighters that my Tempura Abilities couldn't match up to yet. P'shaw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got dressed again and I took the pantyliner to throw it in the garbage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, who could have done such a prank, Ebbie? When I catch that culprit he or she is DEAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay safe from pranks now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Though I had to admit, it felt kinda comfortable while wearing that. As comfortable as applying masculine wash! Remember, burn this letter after you read it, alright? This letter is for your eyes only my dear sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-5538027494675559197?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5538027494675559197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/08/that-breezy-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5538027494675559197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5538027494675559197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/08/that-breezy-feeling.html' title='That Breezy Feeling'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-5995533526810521773</id><published>2010-08-04T20:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T20:43:36.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>Kidnappings Around Ashmist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received your last letter and am very impressed that you've made such good progress within the Drakos Tower lately. Not even a regiment of Paladins could get through some areas. I haven't even made it to the 6th floor yet from last time! If you're having your fights within the tower, there has been trouble brewing around the area between Ashmist and Camp Steven. There has been a torrent of reports that many children have gone missing. This reminds me of the time that Candy Factory opened.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TFlaVnZRfKI/AAAAAAAAAiI/y0orJ2TOqBQ/s320/fairy1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 224px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501527747208510626" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received a report from HQ while I was sleeping on the table in my house. Yes Ebbie, when your bed becomes too uncomfortable the table becomes the second best bed. The Commander instructed me and several other paladins to look around for clues to investigate this string of incidents. Donning my fancy new armor, that's right Ebbie, I've got fancy new armor and I ain't showing it to you yet! So off I went to Siren Woods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After defeating several Zards and Yetis along the way, I stumbled upon the injured fairy I acquainted a while back. She told me, teary-eyed some important information that would lead us to the missing children. I was surprised of what she said. Apparently Fairy Queen Arca kidnaps naughty children and transforms them, warping their minds and bodies into fairies to bolster her fairy army.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TFlbUhHG0OI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/viYXhh0mFww/s320/fairy2.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501528827853459682" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even I couldn't believe that. So all those fairies that I've been slaying could've been the kidnapped children? It couldn't be helped anyway. There was no way to return the children back to normal, as they have become part of Arca's fairy army. This is how Paris' influence grows. A portal then suddenly opened and the good fairy told me to enter. It led me to Fairy Queen Arca that mocked me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arca mocked me by telling me that when I was a little boy, she wanted to turn me into a fairy. She said something about having some sort of telepathic power that allows her to locate naughty children and personally turns them into fairies. I lashed at her as I launched a Pressure attack which she quickly evaded. She then went blabbering about the time of Paris is nigh or something like that. After a tedious battle, I defeated her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TFlc2ute6qI/AAAAAAAAAiY/JZZZ15zb96A/s320/fairy3.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501530515131263650" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even after she was defeated, she still threatened me that Paris will come and destroy the world. When I thought it wasn't over, Paris herself suddenly appeared and told Arca that she was an incompetent minion, yadda yadda yadda yadda, she sounds like my boss nagging us subordinates! Next thing you know, she released this great power that temporarily blinded me because of its brightness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TFleE1TiwyI/AAAAAAAAAig/I56nWBkeX-M/s320/fairy4.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501531856931308322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then heard a scream. When I opened my eyes, Paris was gone and there was a pile of ash where Arca used to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then went to my commander immediately to file my report. Still, the thought disturbs me about the children-into-fairies thing. If they could do that to children, what could a full-grown man or woman turn into???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay safe Ebbie don't let them fairies get you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-5995533526810521773?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5995533526810521773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/08/kidnappings-around-ashmist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5995533526810521773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5995533526810521773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/08/kidnappings-around-ashmist.html' title='Kidnappings Around Ashmist'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TFlaVnZRfKI/AAAAAAAAAiI/y0orJ2TOqBQ/s72-c/fairy1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-7398378441603405572</id><published>2010-07-24T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T23:11:54.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weapons'/><title type='text'>Information Overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have been wondering what would be the "information" the sages had bestowed upon me. Now the only things I know is that these items could be made by certain recipes that I haven't even encountered yet. It would most likely be inside the dungeon, but I guess we could call that a theory. I have placed in this letter for you and your guildmates convenience, some interesting info you guys might want to know about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TEr_4TMhqFI/AAAAAAAAAh4/11ukC2pDmlE/s320/infoload1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497487637849679954" /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now only the strongest of the strongest adventurers could use these things, but I know you're in one of the strongest guilds around here. These are just tidbits from the info suddenly passed into my brain. If you collect all set pieces together, it could have wonderful effects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i28.tinypic.com/vxznrb.jpg"&gt;Devastator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i30.tinypic.com/196zie.jpg"&gt;Priest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.tinypic.com/2dk02rt.jpg"&gt;Arcanist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.tinypic.com/3028fh0.jpg"&gt;Windrunner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i25.tinypic.com/ejvbkw.jpg"&gt;Howitzer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.tinypic.com/2w23chv.jpg"&gt;Masquerader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.tinypic.com/25sx446.jpg"&gt;Shadow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i30.tinypic.com/jpud7t.jpg"&gt;Dragon Knight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I don't even know what these things look like yet. I'm already imagining something like many spikes... or probably something that looks so badass it would give Paris and her minions a run for their money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe Ebbie, that information has finally been unloaded from my brain, and I can FINALLY EAT TEMPURA AGAIN! YAAAAAAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-7398378441603405572?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/7398378441603405572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/information-overload.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/7398378441603405572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/7398378441603405572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/information-overload.html' title='Information Overload'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TEr_4TMhqFI/AAAAAAAAAh4/11ukC2pDmlE/s72-c/infoload1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-7773383142464259777</id><published>2010-07-24T21:57:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:40:28.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[GM] Jin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[CM] Yuffiie'/><title type='text'>PARIS EXPOSED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so weird yesterday. That dream was just so weird I had to take my tempura meds before returning to my duties at the Frigid Canyon. Pythanuth has been reported to have been supplying Drakos with minerals, which is why I was assigned there. Anyway, I received a mysterious letter and someone contacted me all of a sudden. I don't know why, but she added me to my buddy list all of a sudden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TEryQq3It4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Ft1aWf5l__w/s320/sage1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 51px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497472663356487554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't know who this Yuffiie person was until I was invited into her home. Well, more like summoned actually, I appeared in this fancy room after receiving the letter! A voice then told me to "Wait." and I did just that. After reading a few magazines and books at the nearby bookshelf, two hooded figures appeared. They introduced themselves as sages of Dragonica, those who bestow great power upon adventurers.&lt;div&gt;I think I just shat bricks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sages Yuffiie and Jin, as they were called sent that dream and planted it into my mind. I was one of many adventurers lucky enough to receive that and I didn't know I'd get picked. Are my Tempura Skills finally making a name for themselves?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TEr0sug6yGI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Ycwknj4UKvY/s320/sage2.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497475344396634210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yuffiie then casted something onto the ground. A dark portal appeared, and it was the apparition of Paris herself! I attacked the image for around ten minutes and I didn't notice the two sages were telling me to cut it out, because it is only an illusion to show me what Paris has become. Aside from the smexy outfit, wings, she also had these floating thingies around her. &lt;a href="http://i25.tinypic.com/sosfly.jpg"&gt;I even thought if I grabbed one, it might become useful as a pet.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sage Yuffiie then gave an explanation that Paris will unleash her onslaught next month on the Dragonians, which must be the reason why Drakos has been so quiet lately. She's gaining more power even as I write this letter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TEr2SIgtM3I/AAAAAAAAAhg/NXOkTBZj_u8/s400/sage3.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 173px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497477086541853554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I definitely would like to call out to all the Dragonians out there to prepare, Ebbie! Tell your guildmates and friends to train hard because Paris is coming soon! When that happens, we must brace ourselves for the worst that could happen! If our world is destroyed, WHO IS GOING TO COOK MY FAVORITE TEMPURA DISHES??? OH GAWD NOOOOOO!!!! ;~;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yuffiie then told me to train hard, and she said she was looking forward to the efforts of all Dragonians as a whole. We shouldn't quarrel over petty things and we have to unite ourselves with the Dragon Expedition to counter the evil witch and her dark forces. Sage Jin then casted some magic to give me a few buffs so I could immediately train after our little meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clenching my fist, I approached the hologram again and looked at its lifeless eyes, that what has been robbed of clear human reason and conscience. It was an image that I would hope to fight one day as a full-fledged Tempura Knight. To protect the people's smiles and their future, I tell the people I help that life is like a piece of Tempura. Tempura is crunchy on the outside, like how we handle most things. But deep down when it gets soft and tasty, we eventually like it and want more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now THAT is good material for the Tempura Knight's Codex I'm creating! One day, you'll have not just one, but ten, or maybe even a hundred Tempura Knights under my command!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Now Tempura Knight, will you help spread the news?" Sage Yuffiie asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked at the image again one last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TEr4NLUxt7I/AAAAAAAAAho/M-CvmEoFBSc/s400/sage4.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 86px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497479200421033906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turning back to the two sages, I nodded my head and they both smiled. In an instant, I was teleported out of the room, and found myself in the center island of the Port of Winds. I couldn't even tell if it was a dream but it felt so real. &lt;a href="http://i28.tinypic.com/zxphh.jpg"&gt;I even talked about it with Ceaz.&lt;/a&gt; Then all of a sudden this information overloaded my brain and I had to write it down somewhere. It was something about powerful equipment and I ran back home immediately!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now if you excuse me Ebbie, I have a bit more writing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay safe, warn your guildmates and friends about this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OOC: Many many many thanks to [CM] Yuffiie and [GM] Jin for the interview! It was a great honor, and I hope you guys enjoy my blog as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TEr6xZGDNOI/AAAAAAAAAhw/JHHE474fI2Q/s400/sage5.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 372px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497482021615908066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Obligatory group pic)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-7773383142464259777?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/7773383142464259777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/paris-exposed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/7773383142464259777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/7773383142464259777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/paris-exposed.html' title='PARIS EXPOSED!!!'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TEryQq3It4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Ft1aWf5l__w/s72-c/sage1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-2271720577622343954</id><published>2010-07-24T21:09:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T21:49:01.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>A Strange Dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I've been eating so much tempura lately, but you know me! Once I whiff a scent of that tasty dish nothing could stop me, not even the most evil sorceress like Paris! (...or Lady Ciel.) Speaking of Paris, I had a strange dream the other night that I'd like to share with you. It all started when I had to pick up some weapon powder from some blacksmith named 42. After he told me that "PAREEZ ESS KAMING", I didn't understand what he said until I got home and rested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TErrAwTryMI/AAAAAAAAAgg/c50A_bB-XPg/s320/parisdream1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497464693359102146" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, while I was fast asleep, I began to dream. It was this hooded figure in this really creepy chamber. The dark figure was very familiar as it moved towards this crystal, and if my eyes in the dream didn't deceive me, I think I saw Elga sealed underneath something as well! There was this crystal stalactite where a girl is imprisoned inside. I don't know much about her but it may have something to do with what's been happening lately. It's all so confusing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The figure turned around, and I couldn't believe it. I recognized that face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TErrcfTAADI/AAAAAAAAAgo/tyb2KA9h_b4/s200/parisdream3.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497465169829167154" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was Paris!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I still remember that time she appeared at the Smoldering Swamps after she tricked Queen Vella and used her like a mere tool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;However, it appears she wasn't finished. She raised her arms high, and cast something that made her levitate, grow wings, and she was exposed. Veeeery exposed Ebbie. I could tell ya, she is one hawt sorceress, except she is EVIL! And that is why we knights must resist that lustful temptation of hers!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i31.tinypic.com/312zfup.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;CLICK FOR AN AWESOME PIC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I could also swear I heard a teeny annoying voice somewhere, something about granting Paris her powers... was that Elga or my imagination that time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, stay safe Ebbie. This might mean something big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-2271720577622343954?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/2271720577622343954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/strange-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/2271720577622343954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/2271720577622343954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/strange-dream.html' title='A Strange Dream.'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TErrAwTryMI/AAAAAAAAAgg/c50A_bB-XPg/s72-c/parisdream1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-1609025889716067341</id><published>2010-07-22T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T21:35:16.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drakos'/><title type='text'>The Tower Is Shut...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing actually, I wanted to do a bit of exploring into Drakos the other day, but the door finally has some sort of seal on it. There have been reports Paris grew stronger lately, despite the efforts of the Dragon Expedition. Camp Steven is always a cold place to stay for the night, and using those Puff Towers they've installed recently are taking a lot out of my budget.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should watch my restaurant bill whenever I eat some tempura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TEhI93ZLyMI/AAAAAAAAAf4/vlg6vRM2Gvk/s200/drakosteaser1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496723572884490434" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of getting Mistress Ciel to get the seal removed, but I don't think she would honor my request. Besides, if I had removed that seal... something terrible would happen. I guess we have to wait for the right time until it becomes unsealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will probably be my shortest letter to you ever. When Drakos Tower reopens, I wonder what would lie inside? Stronger monsters? Now that would be scary now wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-1609025889716067341?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1609025889716067341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/tower-is-shut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/1609025889716067341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/1609025889716067341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/tower-is-shut.html' title='The Tower Is Shut...'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TEhI93ZLyMI/AAAAAAAAAf4/vlg6vRM2Gvk/s72-c/drakosteaser1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-770306401506788177</id><published>2010-07-19T20:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:08:30.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received your present and I must say, this new sword you got for me is the best! Although a bit heavier than an Angelius Sword, it's a really great gift and I'd like to thank you so much! I could finally defeat many monsters with ease using this new sword you gave me! When your birthday comes, I shall give you something definitely worth it! That's a promise from your big brother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway let me tell you what happened earlier today. The moment I woke up and looked at the calendar, I found out it's my birthday today! I completely forgot all about it after that incident with you-know-who and her harlotry. Feeling upbeat, I did a bit more exercising and training than usual and headed off to take a stroll around town! It was also my day off thank goodness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TERM5iTed7I/AAAAAAAAAfY/Zh9dOoqUy0A/s320/bday1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495601996643596210" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to my mailbox first to check if I got any letters from you. I didn't find anything but one letter that just read, "Your Room. 3:00PM. Today." It sent a chill down my spine that made me a bit skeptical as well. I just placed the letter in my pocket and then stretched my arms. I then wondered who could it have come from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;After several hours of goofing off and fighting monsters, I felt tired. I needed to take a rest so I headed straight back home where hopefully I could relax and even get someone to give me a good massage. Upon reaching the front door of my house, it was already the dreaded 3PM. What could be beyond the door of my own home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slowly opened it, not knowing what would pounce at any minute so I even readied my sword just in case. After fully opening the door and seeing nothing but darkness, the lights suddenly switched itself on and I heard a loud "SURPRISE!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://positivepsychologynews.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/birthdaycake2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a surprise party made by my friends! Ceaz thought of organizing it and gathered many people I know. I saw Mistress Ciel, Leongarde, my second-cousin Heil, Kewkies, Kreme, Mynthe, Irichi, and more. They sang a birthday song just for me and at that moment, I felt so happy. I really wished you were there too Ebbie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after a bit of chatting around, it was time to blow the candles off the cake they got me. After I blew the candles, Mistress Ciel asked me: "What wish would you like this year, Prawnt?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was my answer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To find true love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then everyone laughed it off and I got a bit bitter inside, but Ceaz patted me on the back and told me to just enjoy as they started giving me presents! "Presents, oh goodie!!!" I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a list of what I got from my birthday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ceaz: An ornamental dagger with my name engraved on it (strangely enough, the blacksmith's name was "42")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mistress Flare Ciel: Cherry-scented candles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mynthe: A tempura basket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heil: Sword polishing kit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kewkies &amp;amp; Kreme: Cupcakes made out of cookies and cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sieg: A... leather belt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zakriid: A book on the history of the Fungoids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got lots of birthday cards from several other friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uscandleco.com/images/W/ft-red-group.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 175px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What struck me the most was that Miss Ciel gave me scented candles, out of all strange things. When I asked her why, all she said was "Because." Then she smiled in a very creepy manner that made me want to cringe somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway Ebbie, thank you for the sword again. Love you lots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;OOC: No, it's not actually my birthday but my character's birthday. Created 7/19/2009 of last year. ONE YEAR OF DRAGONICA YEAH!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-770306401506788177?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/770306401506788177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-my-birthday-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/770306401506788177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/770306401506788177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-my-birthday-today.html' title='IT&apos;S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!!!'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TERM5iTed7I/AAAAAAAAAfY/Zh9dOoqUy0A/s72-c/bday1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-8591697417521362725</id><published>2010-07-18T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:26:27.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>Ebbie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To My Dear Friend Ceaz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I'd like to thank you and somehow you have flattered me as well. I know you also haven't seen Ebbie in person, but I appreciate the effort you took to sketch her. I am going to send this sketch to Ebbie, and judging from this sketch of yours, the description I gave matched it perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TEMOu1XrwcI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/1N1itZhyAik/s400/ebbie.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495252168085324226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly Ceaz, you've got a knack for drawing! If you keep this up, you may end up fighting with a giant pencil instead!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Your Buddy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-8591697417521362725?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/8591697417521362725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/ebbie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/8591697417521362725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/8591697417521362725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/ebbie.html' title='Ebbie?'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TEMOu1XrwcI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/1N1itZhyAik/s72-c/ebbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-3264372544205996743</id><published>2010-07-17T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T22:02:55.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pages</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Readers, Fans, and Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you may have not noticed, I created two new pages to spruce up the blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've added a Characters page to give a bit more insight into the people I write about (as well as myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also added an Epic Chatlogs session where I've posted screenies of chatlogs we've made in-game that simply cannot be put into letter writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now have fun, enjoy, and don't forget to bring a piece of cardboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The Author,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Come to think of it, I think I'll add a Fanart section as well. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-3264372544205996743?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/3264372544205996743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-pages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/3264372544205996743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/3264372544205996743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-pages.html' title='New Pages'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-4482568195630511704</id><published>2010-07-16T16:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T16:39:30.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>Cardboard ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I went around town to look for new furniture, I couldn't believe the price tags on them. It far exceeded my budget, and I didn't know if i really even needed such a thing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I made a wonderful discovery. A merchant in Moonlight Shore town unloaded all of his goods from these cardboard boxes. Cardboard is quite sturdy, you could use it to make almost anything out of it. Given you have the right materials of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://earth911.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/cardboard-boxes.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told the merchant I'll take all of his empty cardboard boxes for one gold coin. Amazingly, he agreed and I brought it all the way home. As soon as I got home, I brought out a cutter and some duct tape and super glue to fix it to my liking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ceaz dropped by and saw what I was doing. He thought I was crazy and went off laughing. Heck even I didn't know what I was making.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little cut, gluing here and there didn't really hurt until I was able to create my very first masterpiece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TEAZtIai1fI/AAAAAAAAAeY/BYQUTQrhmfg/s200/cardboard1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494419808535631346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I just created a cardboard katana! Wow! You could even make weapons out of these things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just you wait Ebbie, a little more reinforcement on this baby and I'll be shouting "CARDBOARD ;D" wherever I go along with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay safe now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-4482568195630511704?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/4482568195630511704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/cardboard-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/4482568195630511704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/4482568195630511704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/cardboard-d.html' title='Cardboard ;D'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TEAZtIai1fI/AAAAAAAAAeY/BYQUTQrhmfg/s72-c/cardboard1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-1829687742828832530</id><published>2010-07-11T22:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:25:40.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goryu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>...Fish In The Sea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To... My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried hard you know. I always try to look cool for the ladies and show off my awesome Tempura skill set for eyecandy. I groom myself all the time and try to develop a strong personality worthy of fangirls going "KYAAAA~" over. However, what had happened the other day was a real blow in the crotch for me. I still couldn't get over it. I didn't know what to do that time I saw THEM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently someone had already beaten me to it. Milie has already fallen for someone else other than me. I didn't know she was with Goryu all this time. Goryu used to be a fellow knight, but he switched jobs and eventually became a Jester. BUT WHO KNEW SHE WOULD BE DATING THAT GUY ALL THIS TIME. THE EVENT WAS SO TRAUMATIZING I COULDN'T GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there I was that day, whistling a happy tune, brushing my teeth, combing my hair, polishing my armor and prepared to meet her. I stopped by the local patisserie to get the cake I had specially made for her and went to the spot where she always went to relax. I was so excited that I almost tripped along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got there, I was about to say "Hi", but all of a sudden Goryu came and the two of them held hands. I thought to myself what this could mean. Could they have been more than just friends? I hid behind some bushes to check what was going to happen next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TDncqAoNryI/AAAAAAAAAd0/QogJmkkyih0/s320/rejection1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492663834836315938" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I saw the two of them kiss. Goryu had already beaten me to it. Who knew he would be dating Milie? Could I have missed a hint from her indicating she was already taken? Dejected, I absent-mindedly dropped the cake I bought and ran away, teary-eyed. I went back to my room where I swore like there was no tomorrow, kicking the wall until my foot hurt. I then jumped onto my bed, sniveling into my pillow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://johnnyism.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/heart-break.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 256px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't report for duty the following three days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This taught me a lesson however, Ebbie. I should look before I leap next time. Ceaz was worried about my condition and even sent me a letter. Something about more fish in the sea. When I met Ceaz in person again I punched him in the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should get new gauntlets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-1829687742828832530?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1829687742828832530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/fish-in-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/1829687742828832530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/1829687742828832530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/fish-in-sea.html' title='...Fish In The Sea?'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TDncqAoNryI/AAAAAAAAAd0/QogJmkkyih0/s72-c/rejection1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-3367686025437339890</id><published>2010-07-11T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:26:20.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A Crush!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you always nag me for not getting a girlfriend even at my age. Remember Milie? She's a very beautiful woman. She's witty, cute and she says a lot of stuff that makes me feel warm inside. I like her a lot. I still remember the first time I met her along with Goryu while fighting some pirates. She's a strong Ranger, I've gotta tell you. That Gatling Rush of hers literally clears any enemy that goes near her. I certainly wouldn't go near her if she were my enemy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided Ebbie. I am going to ask her out. If I do that, that will nullify my status of being single! It shall be a glorious day for Prawnt, the Tempura Knight if I could get Milie as my girlfriend! I could see the image imprinted in my head right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TDnXgx-Db8I/AAAAAAAAAds/4ydvQ8ueXFc/s320/milie1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492658178724425666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay safe Ebbie, you'll hear from me soon. I'm going to buy her her favorite chocolate cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VICTORY WILL BE MINE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-3367686025437339890?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/3367686025437339890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/crush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/3367686025437339890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/3367686025437339890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/crush.html' title='A Crush!'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TDnXgx-Db8I/AAAAAAAAAds/4ydvQ8ueXFc/s72-c/milie1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-2211131433051295121</id><published>2010-07-07T22:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:26:55.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>Reunions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as I recovered, I immediately set out to see what has happened so far in our world. Libra has changed as well as that new town called Moonlight Shore, although folks keep telling me Moonlight Shore was Libra which means--- never mind, I might complicate things. It's just there. Anyway, I heard from Ceaz and FlareCiel and they told me to meet them at Ocher Forest to help out clearing the monsters there. Elga's influence has greatly manifested in the area, causing Ocher Forest to become darker with its overgrowths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TDSMmkMM84I/AAAAAAAAAdc/BMvwrVlfreM/s320/search2.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 307px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491168439849251714" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I fought through the monsters that were in the way, this quirky little Pinecone appeared out of nowhere and followed me. For some reason, I didn't want to hit it because I thought it was kinda cute, sniffing my pouch bag for food. It put on a peculiar face, however. Reminds me of that Woodie pet we had when we were little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TDSM-pc4ZjI/AAAAAAAAAdk/RfdLOMdc2QM/s320/search3.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491168853578245682" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually, I was able to find my two friends and they told me of what had happened. Paris seems to have gained greater power therefore bringing the many changes in the world. New ranks were formed for stronger adventurers to combat the new threat. Apparently if I train hard enough, I could get promoted to a Dragon Knight authorized to summon a dragon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ask me Ebbie, I want to summon a giant dragon prawn to fulfill my title as the Tempura Knight. So I went with the two to defeat some Elluman clones until we grew tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE PINECONE NEVER LEFT THE WHOLE TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we finally got to rest somewhere in Moonlight Shore Village, the Pinecone snatched my pouch bag and rummaged through the bag. It took away my Tempura Lunch set and ran away with it after giving a short bow of gratitude. Weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could swear the Pinecone was smiling in this manner instead:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cheatengine.org/forum/files/trollface_hd_523.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 469px; height: 428px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-2211131433051295121?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/2211131433051295121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/reunions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/2211131433051295121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/2211131433051295121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/reunions.html' title='Reunions'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/TDSMmkMM84I/AAAAAAAAAdc/BMvwrVlfreM/s72-c/search2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-4679043071289785018</id><published>2010-07-01T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:19:33.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>Coma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may have become worried why I haven't been writing letters to you for the past few months. I know you might want to hit me or something but let me tell you what had happened. I fell into a coma right after the Candy Factory Incident and was out for several months. As I woke up, several things had changed. I've heard Paris and her minions have set out for revenge on something and many changes have been made to the towns. I've even heard a new rank for all job classes was authorized to combat the new threat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://jessicajourney.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/hospital-bed1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 350px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am to report for Paladin duty again soon, but I need to recover and remember how I used to fight. I couldn't remember much from what had happened on why I fell into a coma but I just did. Could this be part of Paris' evil?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My guildmates have disappeared, and I am alone once again. Thankfully I was able to gain touch with Ceaz and Lady FlareCiel in Libra. With them, we are going to form a new guild with a name still pending. My head is still spinning as I write this letter in bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you excuse me, I have some shrimp tempura to catch up on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From your Dear Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-4679043071289785018?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/4679043071289785018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/coma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/4679043071289785018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/4679043071289785018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/07/coma.html' title='Coma'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-6013504160635087077</id><published>2010-03-04T18:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:27:40.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>Revenge of the Sweets Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After getting the kid back to his mother and reinforcing my "little friend" with a special kind of underwear, I gathered a few guildies namely &lt;i&gt;Negumi&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Genexxx&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;lovemac&lt;/i&gt; who were interested in exploring the Cookie Factory and to rescue the remaining children as well. I had my own motives too. TO TAKE BACK WHAT THE DARNED FACTORY STOLE FROM ME AND YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT IT WAS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S4-UK1OQwBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/SsVd8ClilZA/s320/candy1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We literally swept through every floor of the factory clearing areas of candy monsters and guards, defeating Mallow Woodies to save the children. It was fast with them around, and their help was greatly appreciated in the name of justice. Eventually we grew tired and my guildies had to return to their own business, taking with them the children they had rescued. I stayed and looked around for the real culprit behind this "kids into monsters" mischief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I explored the factory further and deeper, I found something weird in one of the rooms. It was an old man with a cane heading for this thing that appeared to be some sort of machine. He climbed into it and to my surprise, the machine sprung to life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S4-ViCaJSnI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ic3l6-51omU/s320/candy2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It suddenly grew these large claws and legs and finally hovered, spotting me. Then the machine spoke. It was the voice I heard earlier, and more importantly, the bastard who had been turning all those poor children and my little friend into candy. I didn't hesitate any further and fought the darned machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The machine was quite tough to hit because he was hovering around the large room, and if I tried to hit him, these candy cannons positioned on two sides would turn me into a choco chip temporarily disorienting all my movements! As if the chocolate cruller wasn't enough. I had to climb to the top most platforms just to get a clear shot of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S4-W578tuwI/AAAAAAAAAc8/bnB2rNM3Df8/s320/candy3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The "Master Machine" as it was called had various attacks ranging from propelling whisk things to churning out heavy blocks of biscuits that hurt me real bad. Wait a minute, biscuits? If I had brought you along Ebbie you would've beaten this boss quite easily! I know you have an addiction to biscuits. You could forget your diet plan once inside this factory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S4-Xz15KbnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Z1dRXiVng9k/s320/candy4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, after an enduring battle, the machine finally malfunctioned after I performed a Cross Slash to finish it off. I tried to escape but it was no use. It crashed all the way to the ground and the old man who had entered it earlier climbed out, who looked a bit disoriented from the fall. I still had to confirm if this old man was the real culprit so I went down and confronted him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S4-YJhW5RDI/AAAAAAAAAdM/okSM5wrcF6I/s320/candy5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apparently this old man is Derek, the president of the company that manages this cookie factory. He told me he was worried about his age and having no wife or children, he had no successor to run his factory. This is why he had a contest for children to find the most pure-hearted of them all. He also blabbed about transformation magic that he used to turn children into monsters to see if they would succumb to its malignant power. He then congratulated me on defeating his machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After hearing his sappy story, I grabbed him by the collar and demanded for a cure to restore my "little friend" back to normal. He sighed and told me that it was only temporary and it would return to normal after a day. I was relieved, but somehow I couldn't help but punch him in the face for all the trouble he caused, despite his old age. Justice chooses no age, and guards from the Order came in to arrest him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With that ordeal over, I then shrugged the whole thing off and headed back home. The important thing was, that this "curse" I have is only temporary. So are you still thinking of visiting that blasted factory?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stay safe, I'll just get you some biscuits from the local bakery. It's safer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-6013504160635087077?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/6013504160635087077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/03/revenge-of-sweets-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/6013504160635087077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/6013504160635087077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/03/revenge-of-sweets-part-ii.html' title='Revenge of the Sweets Part II'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S4-UK1OQwBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/SsVd8ClilZA/s72-c/candy1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-2157832406558670797</id><published>2010-03-04T09:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:01:39.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>Revenge of the Sweets Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know you love eating sweets. Remember when we were kids you always stole from my cookie jar and I'd get angry and stuff? That same cookie factory that produced the cookies we ate while we were kids is still around even to this day. I've heard it has been around for more than sixty years, according to the locals, but its owner has never been seen. Ever. Creepy huh? I was curious until I found this weird guy in the middle of town offering a tour of the Cookie Factory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S48KjN2QVtI/AAAAAAAAAcE/r0hCtqvqLck/s320/cookie1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, he's pretty much like Gatto only he's a representative of the Cookie Factory. I told him I wanted to enter but I needed to have a ticket which could be found from the chocolate they sell. So I went around shops looking for that chocolate. After an hour of looking around, I still couldn't find the darned chocolate. That was until I found this woman asking for help from some people about her missing child. Being the chivalrous knight that I am, I offered to help her out immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I asked her son's description. She said he was round, had blonde hair, and was FAT. Now it made me wonder how such a round, conspicuous child would go missing? The last place he had been to was the so-called Cookie Factory where they produce my favorite pastry, only next to Tempura in Ice Cream. &lt;b&gt;CHOCOLATE CRULLERS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.retrocom.com/retromilw/cruller.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's right, their chocolate crullers are just so darn awesome I want more. Covered in that sugar glaze, my mouth is watering as I write this letter. Yum! Anyway, I did something rather un-knightly and I snuck into the factory to investigate. I was starting to get the impression that this had something to do with all the missing children around the area of the Port of Winds. It would make a great report to the Commander, I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I entered the factory and my eyes sparkled as I saw all sorts of candy and chocolate being made... until I saw living candy moving around. Then I thought, "living candy"? No wonder the factory never hires any human workers. This must be the work of some evil force, like Paris' witchcraft or Elga's influence! Then I made a knightly vow. To rescue the children and put a stop to this factory of EVIL!!! ...except those Chocolate Crullers. Mmm~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S48NqphqdEI/AAAAAAAAAcM/vI95DWpJxr4/s320/cookie2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There were tons of monsters in the area as I slowly hacked my way through tons of candy monsters. I wanted to eat them, but who knows where they have been? Each step was making me hungry. I knew I needed to find at least one safe chocolate cruller before I finish the mission. Eventually, I made my way into a room with this large candy monster in it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S48OX1xzScI/AAAAAAAAAcU/HgiTKsKtdVU/s320/cookie3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was like "WTF?" a Mallow Woodie? It didn't hesitate any further as it attacked me with its large pastry guns. It was a bit tough trying to beat it because of its soft sticky body, but eventually it gave in and started to melt. And then as if by magic, in a puff of gray, the puddle turned into the fat kid I've been looking for all along. So this factory had been turning kids into monsters? Creepy. As I was about to pick up the boy to bring him to a safe place, I heard a voice over the speakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S48Pit1VeZI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ogZ1pgpbSkQ/s320/cookie4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"So you really thought you could solve this case huh? I'll show you, you cocky knight." &lt;/i&gt;the voice over the speakers taunted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I then retorted, &lt;i&gt;"Cocky huh? Well when I get to the bottom of this, I'll show you whoever-you-may-be! AND WHERE'S MY FREE CHOCOLATE CRULLER?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A free chocolate cruller, huh? Very well. I shall grant your request."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the voice chuckled, this large pastry gun appeared right in front of me and aimed straight at my groin. It shot a bright stream of chocolate... IN THAT AREA! YES EBBIE, HE SHOT MY NETHER REGIONS! It didn't feel painful or anything and I found out nothing had happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Is that all you could do? What the heck did that do to me anyway?" &lt;/i&gt;I shouted at the voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Look in your pants and I have granted your request." &lt;/i&gt;the voice had disappeared right after the static over the speakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I took a peek into my groin area... all I found was a chocolate cruller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lCGXctxlLHQ/Sm_BmztaGBI/AAAAAAAAA5U/ufaKb8xnYS4/s400/fuuuuuu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DON'T YOU DARE LAUGH EBBIE! THIS... THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! YOU COULD TAKE A MAN'S PRIDE AND DIGNITY BUT YOU COULD NEVER TAKE HIS "LITTLE BEST FRIEND"!!! IT... IS A PROOF...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;OF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MANHOOOOOD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I SWEAR WHEN I FIND THE GUY WHO DID THIS, I WILL BEAT THE LIVING LIGHTS OUT OF HIM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I have to get this kid out of here first. I'll then pursue the real culprit and save the rest of the children... &lt;b&gt;AND RESTORE MY MANHOOD BACK TO NORMAL!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now stay safe Ebbie, DO NOT GO NEAR THAT FACTORY. Who knows what would happen to your womanhood if you went near???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-2157832406558670797?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/2157832406558670797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/03/revenge-of-sweets-part-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/2157832406558670797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/2157832406558670797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/03/revenge-of-sweets-part-i.html' title='Revenge of the Sweets Part I'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S48KjN2QVtI/AAAAAAAAAcE/r0hCtqvqLck/s72-c/cookie1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-1602917662932826566</id><published>2010-03-03T07:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T08:16:20.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>Don't Drink The Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've heard you've been doing well so far. The mercenary life has been good for you, huh? Though mom and dad aren't really supportive of it, just do what you do best and I'm sure you'll be able to reach your goals, whatever it may be. I'd also like to thank you for sending me that bandage the other day. Supplies have been scarce lately. Have you explored the Water Temple lately? It's great for newbie adventurers but it's cakewalk for experienced warriors like us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S42k7wcMnQI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gykP56kspKY/s320/water2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I found something on the bulletin posted by our sovereign Steven Jr.'s butler, Vincent that says there has been something wrong with the water lately. Drinking water has started to smell weird and taste weird lately, and plumbers have ruled that the problem isn't in the plumbing. It was something in the water, and Vincent said that the Water Artifact in town hasn't been glowing as strong as it usually had been lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to investigate the Water Artifact and found out it could communicate with me telepathically. It told me that the Water Temple, a place where he is strongly connected to has suddenly become overrun with impurity, most likely the doing of Elga's minions. His connection to the guardian of the Water Temple, Endairon has become severed because even Endairon has become corrupted as well by the impurity. The Water Artifact then gave me instructions how to purify the temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S42mZ26MVkI/AAAAAAAAAb0/myQQyY477QA/s320/water3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I entered the Water Temple, I already found out Elga's minions have overrun the area, and there was an aura of darkness that emanated from the place itself. After doing all sorts of errands for the Water Artifact such as gathering beakers and wiping its sides, it gave me a small bottle of purifying liquid so I would be able to purify areas in the Water Temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I fought enemies in the Water Temple, a thought occurred to me. What is up with dungeons and golems? Kundara had 'em, Drakos had 'em, and even this place is crawling with these so-called Quartz Golems. I understand most of these golems served as dungeon guardians till they were manipulated by Elga's forces as well. Oh right, golems are mindless things you could mess around with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After purifiying several areas, I finally made it to Endairon's room. Although he looked powerful, he was still no match for me. If you look closely, Endairon mimics Night Lord's fighting style. Perhaps the ancients based Night Lord's design off Endairon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S42pLi9co6I/AAAAAAAAAb8/iNtELZR-5Oc/s320/water4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remembering what the Water Artifact had told me, "Water had to be purified by destroying it in order to give it rebirth" or something like that. When I defeated Endairon, the heavy feeling from my chest was lifted away and I was instantly teleported out of the temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest Ebbie, the Water Temple was boring more or less. Like I said, it's great for newbie adventurers looking for their first real dungeon. It was all cakewalk in the end. I was only manipulated by the Water Artifact to clean his home in the end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I've heard a new Cookie Factory has popped out recently. Wanna go for a visit? Although I've heard of kids disappearing from the area, it'd be worth a try, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.S. The plumbers LIED. I drank the water and it's still the same! The plumbing system was faulty all along!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-1602917662932826566?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1602917662932826566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-drink-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/1602917662932826566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/1602917662932826566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-drink-water.html' title='Don&apos;t Drink The Water'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S42k7wcMnQI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gykP56kspKY/s72-c/water2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-5444599489534105467</id><published>2010-02-12T04:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:23:24.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drakos'/><title type='text'>Into Drakos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are not looking so good lately. Monsters around Drakos have become much stronger recently and it doesn't look like there won't be any end to it. There has also been news of a Water Temple with a evil aquatic spirit that has emerged near the Port of Winds. Writing from my little tent in Camp Steven, I'd like to tell you what I saw today when I ventured into some parts of the Drakos tower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S4cTMpTIoGI/AAAAAAAAAbU/VwcQ5_E1dzc/s320/drakos1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't really been good with dungeon navigation, but I did manage to scout a considerable amount of the tower. Elga's minions are everywhere within that tall structure. Enemies I've encountered before such as mummies, skeletons, shrooms and sparks have been assigned to guard Elga's domain. Thing is, these monsters have an unholy aura among them that makes them stronger somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was also a part of the tower with stained glass halls. You know, those kinds of windows that look all pretty in the light? It was pretty awesome. It was as if I was high on drugs only skeletons and shrooms were after me! (I swear those shrooms and skeletons work together to create pot sessions amongst themselves. I've seen some skeletons swing around pendelum-like traps around the tower!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also saw some new enemies like those Grim Reapers. I think they're higher category skeletons with more abilities than that of a Skelemage. Yet, they were still no match for my fighting abilities. There are also several machines in the area that once acted as the tower's guardians. They seem to be working for Elga's minions now. There was one portal that caught my attention though. It was a machine called Gaiden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S4cTlej4MOI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ZVKKJVcv7Tc/s320/drakos2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Being the curious knight that I was, I entered the portal wanting to find out what was inside. The first thing I saw was a SKULL. A SKULL! This was the big bad boss of the machines, GAIDEN! I couldn't obtain much information about this mechanical monstrosity even from the mages, but I'll tell you one thing Ebbie. This boss scared the s**t out of me to the point I almost shat bricks. Yes Ebbie, I'll admit it. I was no match for that darned machine but remember this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;THERE WILL BE A NEXT TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You may be wondering how I was able to escape from that room filled with hundreds of crazy machines. I was able to find a small hole that I assumed to be a laundry chute (A laundry chute in a boss room? Wtf.) and dived right into it before the machines could grab me. I ended up back at the entrance of Camp Steven, telling myself that I wanted to do it again somehow because it was one heck of a thrill!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This part of Drakos Tower reminded me of one of those horror funhouses that show up at fairs and carnivals. You get scared at first, but there's this feeling inside you that you want to do it again. Do you also get that feeling Ebbie? I know that you were the more "intrepid" one when we were kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anything interesting about that Water Temple yet? I guess you're after the treasure, huh? If you're after the treasure, all I want to do is slay the evil water spirit that lurks in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stay safe! See you around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;OOC: FINALLY AN UPDATE! This is the effect of having rotating schedules, lack of sleep, writer's block, and browser problems. Hopefully I'll be able to put a Water Temple episode soon! ;D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-5444599489534105467?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5444599489534105467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/02/into-drakos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5444599489534105467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5444599489534105467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/02/into-drakos.html' title='Into Drakos'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S4cTMpTIoGI/AAAAAAAAAbU/VwcQ5_E1dzc/s72-c/drakos1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-3347715792294984581</id><published>2010-02-08T07:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T07:58:11.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OOC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>Not Dead Yet!</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Fans/Readers/Friends,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may have noticed the lack of updates lately. This is because I have been rather busy at work. I haven't logged into DGN in a loooong time but I do intend to write more entries. Stay tuned as I cover a part of the Drakos Tower and the upcoming Water Temple this February 10!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be writing something soon to keep you guys entertained! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. By the time the Water Temple is released, I'm thinking of bringing a few people along to explore it. ...Anyone wanna volunteer? xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-3347715792294984581?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/3347715792294984581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-dead-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/3347715792294984581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/3347715792294984581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-dead-yet.html' title='Not Dead Yet!'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-5460888807850583667</id><published>2010-01-23T06:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T07:07:20.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>In The Mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe what happened to you. Are you sure your guildmates harrassed you the other night? Or did you just have a bad case of Long Island Iced Tea overdose again? Didn't I tell you to always remain sober before and after a dungeon raid? Some random guy might pick you up and... that's it Ebbie. If you keep saying you're in danger from those guys, transfer guilds. Heck, I could even write you a recommendation letter into the Doraemon guild!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, if you wish to remain and put up with it, I will respect your decision as your brother. I know you're a strong woman Ebbie, so carry the Tartareus family name around with pride, as we are the first generation in a line of Tempura Warriors! That's right Ebbie, we should start our own organization of knights. We should call it the Order of Tempura or something similar to that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We would be the warriors of justice, and the bane of all malice if we form something like that. My cool poses during battle should stifle the enemy into thinking if we're really worth fighting!That's how our fighting style should be: flashy, fast, and most of all, DASHING. Every heroic warrior is dashing in a way, am I right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S1oozdgI60I/AAAAAAAAAa0/nmsJMvrfT40/s320/trapped.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 276px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429697165306424130" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I found something weird the other day when I got trapped in the mail. Yes Ebbie, in the mail. I was looking for a package that I was about to send to you with the wrong address and the next thing you know, I got trapped in this box. I was cramped inside this box with hundreds of packages and letters put together. I lost track of time while inside that box, so in order to nourish myself, I looked for packages inside the box that smelled like food and ate them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My glowing sword proved useful as a light, so as I spent my days confined in that little box, I just read all sorts of letters and saw all sorts of packages with food inside. Most of the food I've eaten were breadrolls and slices of cake. Thankfully there were some apples and water inside as well. Don't ask me what I had to do when I had to urinate or defecate while inside that darn box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eventually I came across this weird form that many people use for something called a "Social Networking Bulletin". It's this common bulletin board in town where people post news, stuff about themselves and ridiculous survey questions that no one really seems to care about. I think it was called FaceBulletin or something. Funny thing about this was it had a weird set of questions, and the envelope was purple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S1ovMIMmvGI/AAAAAAAAAa8/KPBa-T8MaYk/s320/trapped2.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429704186153843810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For fun, I answered the questions that were inside that envelope. As you read all the way to the end, you'll get an idea who made this tasteless survey. Oh, and I also found a similar letter that a Swamp Monster filled up. (I could tell from the smell.) I compared the answers with mine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This had the title:&lt;b&gt; ARE YOU WORTHY TO BE CONSIDERED ELGA'S MINION?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Thank you for applying at Elga Minion Manpower Consultancy and Services. First of all, are you a Dragonican or a monster?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mine: Dragonican.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Swamp Monster: GAFLARGBLARGHBLARGH *fart* (MONSTER!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Let's begin with a few simple questions. Are you in good physical condition?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mine: Yes. *flex*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Swamp Monster: *fart*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Being a minion of Elga is very tough work. Are you prepared to get beaten up by countless adventurers who do not care about your well-being?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mine: I suck at PVP anyway so I guess it's okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Swamp Monster: *sad fart*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. What would you consider your best asset during an invasion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mine: My looks will knock all the ladies down! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Swamp Monster: BLARGHGARFLARG! (I throw poop.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. Would it be alright if we stuck the Evilizer up your arse and made you evil? (No, the fruit thing with Paris and the Orc Brothers was a lie.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mine: WTF? That's how they became evil??? The fruit thing was a lie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Swamp Monster: *fart*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. Do you have any experience in roaming around aimlessly and waiting for an adventurer to beat you up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mine: These questions are getting more ridiculous by the minute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Swamp Monster: BLARGH! BLARGHGHGH! (YES! YES!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7. And finally, a problem solving question. Lord Elga sent 3 minions to attack 2 adventurers and 1 fighter fell from each side. 2 more adventurers arrived at Lord Elga summons 2 more. &lt;b&gt;WHAT IS PARIS' BOOB SIZE???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mine: WTF. That question made no sense at all! And Paris' boob size is hard to describe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Swamp Monster: *farrrrrrrrrt*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you for answering our form. We hope to see you in our ranks once you pass our screening process. If successful, you get a 1 gold signing bonus on your contract and a free Evil Doughnut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As for me, I got out of that box eventually. I also had to take a bath for 12 hours because of the stench I've accumulated while inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stay safe Ebbie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. I got a letter the day after that. It told me I was qualified enough to be Elga's Minion! I just lol'd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-5460888807850583667?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5460888807850583667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-mail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5460888807850583667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5460888807850583667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-mail.html' title='In The Mail'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S1oozdgI60I/AAAAAAAAAa0/nmsJMvrfT40/s72-c/trapped.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-4209295350060786356</id><published>2010-01-15T18:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T18:44:51.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irichi'/><title type='text'>Retreat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh you would not believe how terrified I was for the first time! Normally I don't get scared of monsters, but I do get scared if I feel that they are emanating some sort of strong power. Must be my intuitive ability. That is what happened the other day when I found myself in the Kundara Dungeon near Fungoid Village. The Myst Elf, Hel Kaizen warned me of a mysterious being within the dungeon that has driven many ancient machines crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S1BEeR1Z5HI/AAAAAAAAAaM/WXlQKSncVFU/s320/aram1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426912837955609714" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aside from his archaic manner of speaking, he kept asking me the same question: "&lt;i&gt;Are you sure you want to go alone&lt;/i&gt;?". I really didn't take that question seriously until I reached the end of the dungeon. See Ebbie, Kundara Dungeon has all sorts of ancient rocky machines that were developed and used by the Myst Elves during the Dragon War. And now, most of those machines and golems came to life under some evil influence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S1BEk6yIr_I/AAAAAAAAAaU/nI7zoPCLHp4/s320/aram2.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426912952026968050" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was pretty freaky inside the dungeon. There were many traps like chainsaws and buzzsaws as well as golems suddenly coming to life to attack you. The best part is, they shoot LAZERS OMG. After a long trek of slaying all sorts of infernal machinery, I finally reached the end of the dungeon. I could tell that that red aura was not a good sign at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S1BEsriuLnI/AAAAAAAAAac/O0TD6gNheDM/s320/aram3.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426913085374738034" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really didn't want to go inside all alone, but I tried to man up by repeating my mantra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I am the defender of justice, the bane of all malice! I! AM! PRAWNT! TEMPURA KNIGHT!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after a flashy display of posing and explosions, I marched inside, proudly until I saw this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S1BFALaeNJI/AAAAAAAAAak/OXmyQTYkHFE/s320/aram5.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426913420347585682" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S1BFMozL5zI/AAAAAAAAAas/Lm9jB9euA_k/s320/aram4.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426913634394302258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I wet my tights after that. He didn't look so tough until that large golem, Aram (I think he was called) suddenly slammed his fist onto the ground and it knocked me off the ground literally. I cursed as that mysterious being called Mutisha casted some sort of dark magic. I had no choice but to retreat. This battle is not for one tempura knight alone. I shouted at the two:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Foul demons! Hear this. I will be back! Not only with reinforcements, but with bigger, better, and stronger BICEPS!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with that, I fled from battle, as what noble warriors would do in a retreat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ebbie, I would advise you stay away from the Kundara Dungeon as much as possible. I don't want you to suffer the same fate as I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not lying. Trust me, you don't wanna go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay safe then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Hiii Ebbie, this is Irichi~ I intercepted Prawnt's letter to tell you what REALLY happened~ Actually, I did follow Prawnt all the way to the end of Kundara until he went inside. He wasn't all noble and as heroic as he was in this letter. Did you know Mutisha is actually a flaming homosexual? Well, I think he took an interest in Prawnt so the moment Mutisha started to harass him in... those places... um, and Prawnt like the uke he was broke free from Mutisha and ran away and cried. He'll be traumatized forever! 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Toodles~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Big Sis Irichi &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-4209295350060786356?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/4209295350060786356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/01/retreat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/4209295350060786356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/4209295350060786356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/01/retreat.html' title='Retreat!'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S1BEeR1Z5HI/AAAAAAAAAaM/WXlQKSncVFU/s72-c/aram1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-5208747981575416207</id><published>2010-01-12T16:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:36:23.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>The Deal With The Sword...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been quite some time after I have arrived here in Ashmist Village. Zakriid was right about one thing. This place is so darn chilly I could leave a bottle of water in open air and it would freeze! However, this isn't the typical sort of cold climate I'm usually accustomed to. There was something ominous and evil about the place that I didn't want to talk about any further. My Angelius Sword started to glow as it was detecting all the evil energy coming from the nearby Van Cliff Citadel. I then came across this shady magician guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S02DldGIooI/AAAAAAAAAZs/7-uw7vhxyeg/s320/pytha1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 311px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426137805540074114" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first thing he did was call my attention with this display of dark pyroworks he was doing. He then told me that my sword could be stronger if I used the power of darkness. Although using a holy sword would be great, a dark sword is also a powerful weapon. This must be the reason why my Angelius Sword has been glowing for quite some time now. He told me to defeat one of the sources of this dark power, the accursed golem called Pythanuth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S02DvXujUBI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/k9sscXv38qA/s320/pytha2.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426137975897673746" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I found Pythanuth in the Frigid Canyon and apparently, &lt;b&gt;he loves to dance&lt;/b&gt;. You heard me right, Pythanuth is a ferocious, violent dancing golem who loves to do pirouettes, twirls and ballet moves. I don't know how he could manage to do that with his sheer size, but that dancing is no joke. It's powerful. He was a bit tough, but I eventually defeated him as he crumbled back to his simplest form; minerals. I took a shard from Pythanuth as proof that I defeated him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Backtracking to Ashmist Village, I gave the shard to the creepy magician and he did some sort of magic on my sword. Within a few moments... voila. I got a new powerful, and more diabolical looking sword.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S02E0Ux2GDI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/kWanhm7iBhY/s320/pytha3.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 197px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426139160517154866" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wanting to test this sword, I set out for the Sleepy Slums to find this trouble-making monkey called Vanir. All I could say is that Vanir really speaks for himself. Not bad for a monkey with a pineapple on his head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S02FTEPIycI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Ba4KELhaNBY/s320/pytha4.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426139688652556738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stay safe, monkeys will put any fruit on their heads nowadays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-5208747981575416207?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5208747981575416207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/01/deal-with-sword.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5208747981575416207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5208747981575416207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/01/deal-with-sword.html' title='The Deal With The Sword...'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S02DldGIooI/AAAAAAAAAZs/7-uw7vhxyeg/s72-c/pytha1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-2951902790580297153</id><published>2010-01-04T17:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:37:26.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><title type='text'>A New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To My Dearest Fans/Readers/Friends,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to participate in the &lt;a href="http://dragonica.iahgames.com/news/NewsArticle.aspx?id=267&amp;amp;groupName=Events"&gt;DGN Comic Writing Contest&lt;/a&gt; that is currently on-going, and it took me quite a bit to think of something that had to fit with the theme of "Dragonica Online New Year's Resolution for 2010." It took me quite some time to figure out what I wanted to put in the comic, but after a few candies with a bit of fapping on the side, EUREKA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S0Gz4fV7QvI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ptZwhKeFAiw/s320/finishcomic1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422813209398297330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.tinypic.com/2lnbb6o.jpg"&gt;(Click me to enlarge; no, not the picture! THIS LINK!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work has been a bit hectic since I've been assigned to graveyard shifts. However, I was able to make this in my little spare time! Hope it makes it to one of the ten winning entries!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Happy New Year to all of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prawnt ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. My personal New Year's Resolution? Umm... I'll tell you some other time lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-2951902790580297153?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/2951902790580297153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/2951902790580297153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/2951902790580297153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='A New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/S0Gz4fV7QvI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ptZwhKeFAiw/s72-c/finishcomic1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-1421293576861422931</id><published>2009-12-26T19:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T19:42:08.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>Screw The Shield!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how has your Christmas vacation been? First of all I'd like to greet you a Merry Christmas. I sent you something in the mail and you'll definitely like it, I'm sure of that. Now that I've sent you my present for you, make sure you send mine, alright? Good. Anyway, let me tell you something interesting that happened the other day. I was on a little trip to Libra via the Smoldering Swamp until one of those Fake Santas appeared and stole my shield. It ran so fast that I was persistent enough to chase it all the way to Valid Raeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Using Toby as my aerial eye, I was able to track down the Fake Santa and my shield. Just when as I was about to lash my anger at him, a large shadow loomed behind me and there he was, the commander of all skeletons, Marduk. The Fake Santa made an evil grin as I realized this was a trap. This must be Marduk's form of revenge the last time  Zak and I escaped from his clutches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll cut to the chase because you might be in a Christmas party or something. I got this from Marduk after I beat him to a pulp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SzX0v2agroI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4Y-9hQnttRs/s320/shield2.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419506829507997314" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've heard this is pretty rare, and I still wanted to get my shield back. However, the Fake Santa successfully made his escape, and I was no longer able to track him down. I felt so bad that I kept punching this wall in a random back alley. That shield was worth a fortune!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I marched into the Libra marketplace however, merchants kept pestering me if I was selling the Skeleton Bandage I had. It doesn't offer much defense, however I feel like I can focus more on evading and attacking enemies now that I don't have a shield to worry about. I can always block with my sword, so I guess this was a rather fateful encounter in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have a backup shield anyway, although I prefer using this one-handed stance for now, just like my novice warrior days. Lightweight, and free fighting style. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SzX2Q6CQFWI/AAAAAAAAAZU/xOoH3hOvkWE/s320/shield1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 296px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419508496927298914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps you'd want one of these as a Christmas present? I've heard Myrms like you can't equip these things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay safe, and watch out for those Fake Santas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. In case you're wondering why my sword is glowing... I'll tell you about it some other time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-1421293576861422931?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1421293576861422931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/12/screw-shield.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/1421293576861422931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/1421293576861422931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/12/screw-shield.html' title='Screw The Shield!'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SzX0v2agroI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4Y-9hQnttRs/s72-c/shield2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-6965083200786147748</id><published>2009-12-24T11:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:12:59.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kewkies and Kreme'/><title type='text'>Christmas Heroics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To My Dear Friends Kewkies and Kreme,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to thank you both for helping me with my ordeal with Sambaba the other day. Normally I would go myself to a mission like that, but from the bottom of my heart, thanks for the company. If it weren't for Kewkies' magic and Kreme's uhh... speedy move thingy we wouldn't have beaten the living lights out of that fat chieftain. As a gift this Christmas, I'm sending both of you a HUNDRED slices of cake each. Go on, eat your heart out! (And remember to exercise a lot afterwards.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.calstrawberry.com/recipes/recipeImages/Coconut%20Strawberry%20Cake.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 426px; height: 336px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've heard both of you guys are working very hard to attain your next job tier. Don't give up! At your current level, training can be very grueling and slow. When I was still a junior knight, it was as if I almost wanted to give up and inherit my father's shrimp business instead. Well that didn't stop me now, didn't it? As a fighter of justice, I had a duty to uphold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You two, as a battlemage and jester have your own respective duties to uphold as well! Kewkies! If you take your magic more seriously you could make it go an extra mile and conquer mountains! As a battlemage, you study and research new powerful kinds of magic to keep enemies at bay! And Kreme! Become more sociable and watch your dance moves shine in the field of battle! ATTAIN A &lt;b&gt;MANLY&lt;/b&gt; ENTERTAINER AURA FOR THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE! And most of all, do not forget... &lt;b&gt;THE HEROIC POSE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SzLnMjPM1qI/AAAAAAAAAYs/jzvuE8FAz0c/s320/xmaskew4.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 164px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418647504483571362" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, it may sound silly at first, but the &lt;b&gt;HEROIC POSE&lt;/b&gt; is always a good finisher. You've probably seen me do it while we were fighting Sambaba. Why is it that I keep making all these poses before I deliver a blow? That's to distract the enemy and to make my moves more predictable! ...Wait! Forget that last bit, it's to make your moves more flashy to distract the enemy! Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND THE BEST PART IS, YOUR THEME MUSIC PLAYS AS YOU SLAY THE ENEMY! HOW COOL IS THAT???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I believe it's safer to just use the &lt;b&gt;HEROIC POSE&lt;/b&gt; as a finishing move. It makes you look really cool in the end too. Just be sure not to die before you execute it! (When I was still a novice knight, White Tooth got me when I did that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SzLoVmfZThI/AAAAAAAAAY0/WQSwU7jWa9g/s320/xmaskew1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418648759487254034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I've heard you need more help with Bahamole yes? He's probably kidnapped some unfortunate travelers again. This is also a perfect opportunity for me to investigate why it snows inside the Candescent Caverns!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I wish both of you a Merry Christmas this season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Defender of Justice, Bane of All Malice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prawnt The Tempura Knight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I attached several samples of theme music you may want to use when you fight enemies. It really gets your adrenalin pumping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-6965083200786147748?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/6965083200786147748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-heroics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/6965083200786147748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/6965083200786147748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-heroics.html' title='Christmas Heroics'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SzLnMjPM1qI/AAAAAAAAAYs/jzvuE8FAz0c/s72-c/xmaskew4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-8695732903919711641</id><published>2009-12-19T09:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:12:29.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paladin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Promoted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are starting to loosen up around Camp Steven, so many of us paladins were relieved from our posts due to the decrease in attacks. It seems even the bad guys want to enjoy the holidays. So I felt happy after I packed up my stuff and went to the Port of Winds to check on things, I found out that the whole town has set up Christmas decor and it has started snowing. I found it strange that it would be snowing in the PoW, but I guess it's because of the holiday this time of year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sywy_eCfmPI/AAAAAAAAAYU/nF1OQaQgNmc/s320/xmas2.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416760517796534514" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then came across this red-nosed reindeer named Rudolph. He was looking for help around town but unfortunately for him, no one really remembers who he is. He says he's the reindeer who helps guide the path for Santa's sleigh, but there has been a problem. Santa has gone missing and he has had trouble finding him. He has already sent countless adventurers on his quest, but there hasn't been any good news so far. Being the honorable knight that I am, I accepted his plea for help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reports say those evil dwarves are the prime suspects to this crime, and they dressed up as Santa Claus to attempt to fool unwary people and rob them of their belongings. During this time of year, these fakes could be found anywhere. I started with the route from Fungoid Village and into the Gods Sanctuary until I came across a stubby little man in red. That skull-shaped belt buckle wasn't a good sign, this was definitely one of those Fake Santas I've heard so much about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Syw00-MNmwI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ATIA49NmauA/s320/xmas1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 174px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416762536471927554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without a moment's notice, I jumped the Fake Santa from behind and started to beat the living lights out of him. When he had enough, he cried and ran away, dropping all sorts of goodies he stole from other adventurers. I took the bag of presents he stole and went to the nearest precinct to give my report. He also dropped some pet food. Inviting Toby back for Christmas also crossed my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my surprise, I found this notice in gold on the bulletin board. On that notice was a list of those who have passed the "hidden test" to achieve the Templar rank, a title given to noteworthy paladins who have been working hard. I found my name on the 17th!!! Isn't that great Ebbie? That means I'm getting a new set of armor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Syw12DisrRI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Y2rnZ5iKpTc/s320/xmas3.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 281px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416763654599912722" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new armor really compliments my knightly-ness, although I already have another custom set of armor. And Toby also visited me for this season! Maybe Christmas this year would be great after all! I want to thank Santa, where ever he is right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay safe Ebbie, have a wonderful Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-8695732903919711641?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/8695732903919711641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/12/promoted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/8695732903919711641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/8695732903919711641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/12/promoted.html' title='Promoted!'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sywy_eCfmPI/AAAAAAAAAYU/nF1OQaQgNmc/s72-c/xmas2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-3227751910554782158</id><published>2009-12-10T08:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:47:54.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Ahoy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been quite some time since I've last written you a letter. Work has been hard around Camp Steven lately, as we have been fighting off endless waves of monsters here and there. It's getting real boring sometimes, but knowing that the holidays are coming, I may have a chance to actually meet you again. In your last letter, you told me of your exploits at the Van Cliff Dungeon. Are you sure you didn't catch a cold or anything? The last time I went there, I almost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; froze to death! I guess I'm too accustomed to the tropical climate in Libra, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://oldstersview.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/christmas-tree-main_full.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might be seeing something familiar afoot very soon. The Holiday Season, better known as Christmas. Yes Ebbie, it's that time of year when people gather and sing those silly Christmas carols and decorate houses with all those gaudy decorations that hurt my eyes. For me, each Christmas decoration is an eyesore. Nothing but humbug for me. Call me a scrooge if you want to, but I don't see why Santa Claus should be considered &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Father of Christmas. (And why people have to dress up in those weird elf costumes.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well you know that... day right? Bah, anyway. The blizzard around Camp Steven has gotten stronger than before now that Christmas is near. The only reason I want to spend my holiday leave credits is to be with you. That's less two knightly fatigues, three patrol rounds, and one night sentry duty. All worth it just to be with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SyBD94gB0bI/AAAAAAAAAYI/twxeDRESluc/s320/snowman.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413401482517139890" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of the abundance of snow in the area, Paris brought a lot of this snow to life and turned it into evil snowmen to do her evil bidding. According to reports, these snowmen have been harassing travelers all over the continent, as the dark magic has enabled them to become resistant to all types of heat. Worry not, these monsters are probably mass-produced so they should be easy to dispose of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Spirit of Christmas? Sorry Ebbie, I really don't have it. I just can't feel it this season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay safe from snowmen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prawnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-3227751910554782158?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/3227751910554782158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-ahoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/3227751910554782158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/3227751910554782158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-ahoy.html' title='Christmas Ahoy!'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SyBD94gB0bI/AAAAAAAAAYI/twxeDRESluc/s72-c/snowman.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-1219852123999098426</id><published>2009-11-27T09:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T09:36:29.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>Knights Take Exams Too???</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week has been really scary and stressful as we have heard that the Order is downsizing some paladins that haven't been performing well, or have not been fighting up to its standards. In order to weed out all those who have deteriorated from lack of action, the top brass have devised a series of tests based on the several Knightly virtues for us knights and paladins. Those who pass get to stay in the Order, while those who get kicked out... might have to end up as mercenaries unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://live.lifeguideonline.org/interventions/ca45c112-1be4-4d5d-ab13-53cc75cfe71a/exam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://live.lifeguideonline.org/interventions/ca45c112-1be4-4d5d-ab13-53cc75cfe71a/exam.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are eight Knightly Virtues. Humility, Compassion, Courtesy, Devotion, Mercy, Purity, Peace, and Endurance. We were all given a simple test for each. I really don't want to go into detail of what we've been through, so I'll just tell you the result of each test I went through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility: Basically a test of humility. For some reason, I passed this one. It was a B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassion: Who knew a swarm of beggars could be so annoying? I think I got a C+ here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy: Being courteous to ladies is my thing but... did they really have to make us serve MEN? No, seriously sis. MEN. Not women. MEN. I got a B. (Seriously there is a lack of female paladins in the Order.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devotion: They made us recite the oath lots of times here. I got an A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercy: We had to weaken as many enemies as we could without killing them. This was tough because I usually go all out. B- .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purity: F as in FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUU--- (I got an F!) I BLAME TEH PORNZZZZ AND I COULD NOT HELP BUT FAAAAAAAP *crai*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace: They were talking about inner peace here. But since I am quick to anger... (C+)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endurance: HA! My specialty! I got an SSS here! (Um, that actually stands for Social Security Services Insurance because I got hit pretty badly after the test. I got an A for effort though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chris-knight.com/images/Knight_emblem.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 75px;" src="http://www.chris-knight.com/images/Knight_emblem.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the end, I actually passed despite my one failure being Purity. Argh. At least I got this nifty little badge in the end! Don't you think it looks cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you around Camp Steven soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe! Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From our Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Endurance" title="Endurance"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-1219852123999098426?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1219852123999098426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/11/knights-take-exams-too.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/1219852123999098426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/1219852123999098426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/11/knights-take-exams-too.html' title='Knights Take Exams Too???'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-734157558293363519</id><published>2009-11-24T10:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:11:35.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>Lingo.</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite some time since I've last written a letter to you. I have been very busy for the past days and weeks, as more and more monsters have been venturing out of the Drakos tower in hordes, and us paladin regiments were deployed in full force to act as a buffer to these incoming enemies. Strangely, many of these monsters were weak, and I was able to hold my ground even when the scariest-looking of monsters started to attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after a few waves of monsters, I was sent by our squad captain to track down Forest Watch Gallia to ask for his help. He gave me a note because I was warned many Fungoids speak a strange language, and you'd have to perform an act of trust to these mushroom folk if you want to understand their language in an instant. I set off for the Forgotten Forest to look for Gallia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sws_swwuXPI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jPruwXYEOW8/s1600/lingo1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sws_swwuXPI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jPruwXYEOW8/s320/lingo1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407485815824473330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was warned all right. He spoke some sort of gibberish when I approached him. Fortunately I had that note my captain gave me and he read it. The note was in Fungoid, to my surprise. With that he nodded and asked for my Camp Steven scroll just by pointing at what I was holding. In the end we were able to install all sorts of early warning devices around Camp Steven thanks to Gallia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So performing an act of trust would make me learn another language? That would be awesome right? If that was true for other cultures and stuff. At least I wouldn't have to stay in school to memorize these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ancientscripts.com/images/chinese.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 570px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.ancientscripts.com/images/chinese.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard the teachers for this language are real monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe, and communicate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-734157558293363519?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/734157558293363519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/11/lingo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/734157558293363519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/734157558293363519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/11/lingo.html' title='Lingo.'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sws_swwuXPI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jPruwXYEOW8/s72-c/lingo1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-5733830549564378456</id><published>2009-11-09T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:23:10.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><title type='text'>Started Working.</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Readers/Fans/Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write this letter not as Prawnt the Tempura Knight but as Prawnt, the author of To My Dearest. First of all, I'd like to say thank you for all your support just by visiting this Dragonica blogfic. Now I'll be straight to the point. There will be a lag of updates now because  have finally found a job after many months of searching and Dragonica was my means of entertaining myself through those long days, as well as creating this blogfic out of an orgasm of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work now is pretty hardcore like most customer service related professions. I work six days a week, and only get one day off. I intend to grind my arse off during that one day and make the most out of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'm not shutting down the blog. I'll still be updating when I have the time. I also intend to jump into my shrimpy-sleeping bag and roll around in it to break away work anxiety and stress. xD (Hopefully no one coats me in egg and bread crumbs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'd like to thank everyone for getting the blog this far. It's only been a month, but wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next update,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Where I'm working? Hmm... it's not much... probably one of the most stressful jobs in the world with phone calls ringing every other minute... (but sometimes, I want to pretend that I am a knight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lasplash.com/uploads/1/belle_visage_front_desk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://www.lasplash.com/uploads/1/belle_visage_front_desk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, imagine me behind that counter. It's hardcore AM I RITE???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-5733830549564378456?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5733830549564378456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/11/started-working.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5733830549564378456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5733830549564378456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/11/started-working.html' title='Started Working.'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-8021920813102865190</id><published>2009-11-07T20:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:26:50.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilds'/><title type='text'>And I Thought Fairies Were Friendly...</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our little stay here at Frigid Canyon, I met up with some of my guildies after I was relieved of my post. They told me they were on the hunt for the Fairy Queen Arca who apparently has a huge bounty on her head. Siren Woods was near Camp Steven, so I was thinking of going to Camp Steven after this Arca hunt. We went deep into the freezing woods, as well as encountering many enemies like a large Yeti and a patrol of fairies. However, there was one fairy we came across that did not attack us, and she appeared to be injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvVk3iIPYcI/AAAAAAAAAXo/k3l0WnphWoU/s1600-h/arca4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvVk3iIPYcI/AAAAAAAAAXo/k3l0WnphWoU/s320/arca4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401334233317728706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor fairy told us her story about the fairy queen, Arca. Some evil force has taken over their queen and all her fellow fairies have been driven mad as well. Even their neighbours, the dwarves have also gone mad. She told us to defeat the fairy queen to find out more about what really happened, so my guildies and I went to investigate. This area was beyond my league. the monsters were tough and clever, and my usual tactics wouldn't hit as much as it used to. Fortunately, my guildies were strong enough to cleave through enemy mobs along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvVlvUsdCMI/AAAAAAAAAXw/m-MGWtPscSw/s1600-h/arca2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvVlvUsdCMI/AAAAAAAAAXw/m-MGWtPscSw/s320/arca2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401335191784196290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It wasn't long until we encountered the Fairy Queen Arca, though I think it may be one of many impostors created by dark magic. There have been many theories about her origin, one was about a dragon's tear that fell from the sky to create her out of a flower, and another theory was that she was a spoiled little girl who wished to become the queen of fairies. Either way, we still had to defeat this fairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hit Arca at all so I left all the hitting to my guildies. I supported them using my time magic, as well as clearing her reinforcements that spawned. Arca was terribly strong. Yes Ebbie, I'd advise you to be careful even if you've successfully forged your Spine of Lavalon weapon. She can ensnare you in some thorns and attack you with her flower magic from afar. If you're not careful, you might die in a instant. Luckily, with our combined effort, we were able to defeat her, and I was able to deliver the finishing blow, being the heroic knight that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvVmoT3YG4I/AAAAAAAAAX4/_YnDqsOKdI8/s1600-h/arca3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvVmoT3YG4I/AAAAAAAAAX4/_YnDqsOKdI8/s320/arca3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401336170814118786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When she lay defeated, she used her last ounce of strength to escape from us. I didn't find anything of value form that battle, but at least I now know how the fairy queen would attack. As I'm writing this letter, I've finally reached Camp Steven, the Expedition's main base of operations near the Drakos tower. You could always purchase a scroll to Camp Steven, but I advise that you travel the traditional way. Walk. It's healthy, and you'll get to meet a lot of interesting things along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe Ebbie, watch out for the fairies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-8021920813102865190?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/8021920813102865190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-i-thought-fairies-were-friendly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/8021920813102865190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/8021920813102865190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-i-thought-fairies-were-friendly.html' title='And I Thought Fairies Were Friendly...'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvVk3iIPYcI/AAAAAAAAAXo/k3l0WnphWoU/s72-c/arca4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-5677382412241927659</id><published>2009-11-06T13:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:51:01.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission'/><title type='text'>Icy Beauty</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of trouble earlier than expected. The Expedition was running out of Paladins in the Frigid Canyon area so out of desperation, they dispatched all incarcerated paladins like me to Frigid Canyon to replace the ones that got injured. From what I've heard so far in that area, numerous golem-like figures have started attacking the mining areas there, and the once peaceful fairies and dwarves have also been driven mad by some malevolent force. What we'll be doing would be peacekeeping mostly to keep travel routes safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvO19ZhfXwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/gIg01izsw3s/s1600-h/icy1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvO19ZhfXwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/gIg01izsw3s/s320/icy1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400860444575358722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Burlune attempts to scare us with a pathetic ambush.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our base camp is in Ashmist Village, near the Van Cliff citadel. Since I had no business there, I immediately went through a large canopy forest along the way where we encountered the Burlune along the way, a gorilla that has been harassing travelers for quite some time now. We were able to defeat it and we headed for the rendezvouz point at Frigid Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two main figures were pointed out at the Frigid Canyon. One was the power source or leader of the crystal golems called Pythanuth, and the fairy queen called Arca. Our sovereign Steven has commanded us to destroy these two when possible. I was assigned as rear guard en route to the rendezvous point but the mist kept getting thicker ad before you know it, I got separated from the rest of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left alone. I assumed the other got separated by the mist that suddenly engulfed us as well. I then heard a beautiful sound. It was as if a beautiful soprano was singing her heart out. I turned around and saw this sparkling thing made out of ice. It was so beautiful that I wanted to touch it, but my instincts tell me it might be something dangerous. As the mist started to clear, I saw what it really was. It was a beast called the Fenrir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvO3WDpO25I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/yHh6n-fwkKk/s1600-h/icy2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvO3WDpO25I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/yHh6n-fwkKk/s320/icy2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400861967710608274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It then shifted from a beautiful voice to a ferocious roar as it started to attack me. It was fast, as it blended well with the icy environment. I had a hard time defeating it, as almost all of my hits did not hit at all! Fenrir was tough to beat, but in the end, I reigned supreme! I suddenly felt tired though. It was probably from all that traveling, and the cold environment we had to endure. Fortunately, some of my party members found me and helped me get to the rendezvous point in no time. Warm soup, hot coffee, the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll only be in this place for a few more days though, as the stronger paladins would return to relieve our posts here and we'd be sent back to our respective areas of assignment. Actually I found this cute little Pinecone that kept following me around camp. It's so fond of us that the camp made it a pet! I don't really own the Pinecone, but really, I didn't know it could eat a whole supply of corn that fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe Ebbie, be careful when traveling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-5677382412241927659?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5677382412241927659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/11/icy-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5677382412241927659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5677382412241927659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/11/icy-beauty.html' title='Icy Beauty'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvO19ZhfXwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/gIg01izsw3s/s72-c/icy1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-5196374073774856889</id><published>2009-11-06T12:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:54:24.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>In Trouble...</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got a bit carried away the other night so here I am writing to you in prison under a 1-week suspension from regular duties. What happened the other night you ask? Well, me and Dobby were downing some shots of vodka and tequila at the Wild Cocks Bar in Libra. Actually it was Dobby who took more shots than I did, because according to the report from eyewitnesses, I already got drunk after one shot and began to act differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvQqcbENJpI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ATZSitYlcy8/s1600-h/evi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvQqcbENJpI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ATZSitYlcy8/s320/evi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400988520914167442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The evidence.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another eyewitness said that I kept proclaiming myself as "Don Pantino, master of panty-snatch" while inside the bar, and then Dobby joined in as we raided all sorts of places hunting panties here and there, oblivious to who they belong to. What do you expect Ebbie? We were both drunk. Dobby then went up to the roof of a house and started imitating a seagull. Eventually we got caught by the authorities and they confiscated all the panties as evidence. Poor Dobby was stripped of his equipment to be sent to the dungeons, while I was sent to another room to be court marshaled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big hairy guy who escorted me was really weird. He kept touching my butt A LOT and gave me his house address as well. I don't know what he was trying to get from me but I hated him because he smelled weird. You know that smell when you have your weapon refined at the smithy's? Yeah, it's something like that only ten times worse plus a little bit of manure smell added to top it all off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvOzapj-9pI/AAAAAAAAAXA/4dsFTiwGPEU/s1600-h/prison1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvOzapj-9pI/AAAAAAAAAXA/4dsFTiwGPEU/s320/prison1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400857648562108050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried my best to plead with Commander Hoffman not to suspend my "hero" activities but rules are rules. I have a one-week suspension from heroics and other missions and as an added punishment, the big hairy guy requested that I spend time with him. This is really creepy. At least they let me keep my sword for that reason but for the next week, I'll be spending it in a small jail cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe Ebbie, and don't get drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-5196374073774856889?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5196374073774856889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-trouble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5196374073774856889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5196374073774856889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-trouble.html' title='In Trouble...'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvQqcbENJpI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ATZSitYlcy8/s72-c/evi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-1628071817400755011</id><published>2009-11-05T14:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:19:18.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>I Actually Won?</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still speechless my dear sister. You still remember when we were little that I desperately tried to win you that Woodie Plushie at the Odellia Town Fair back then? No matter how many times I played the ring toss, I couldn't get you that plushie you wanted so badly. Or remember the time when we checked who were the winners of the Dragonica Pageant the other night? It was a good thing you were there, otherwise Gatto would've been turned into fried fat cat. Now we had that other event where these vampires and werewolves invade town, and Gatto also held an event for this, yes? This is no joke Ebbie, I actually won that event.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jonco48.com/blog/Envelope_20clip_20art_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.jonco48.com/blog/Envelope_20clip_20art_small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received news from Dobby one night saying that I was one of ten winners who won the&lt;a href="http://dragonica.iahgames.com/news/NewsArticle.aspx?id=220&amp;amp;groupName=Events"&gt; &lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblTitle"&gt;"GM Monster Spawn Screenshot Contest"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He kept cursing me saying that his entry should have won, and showed me where my winning entry was posted. I couldn't believe it. Out of hundreds who participated in this monster-whacking event, I was one of the ten winners! I didn't know how to react. I was also not sure what prize I would be getting. Should I treat all my friends to drinks and a tempura smorgasbord? Should I write to you about this? A lot was going through my mind that time as I was left speechless. I've never really won anything before in any contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, it's just a silly contest. But you have to feel me Ebbie, and it may sound pathetic as well, but I won. I actually won and I feel so happy about it! It's not the prize that matters, but the PRESTIGE you get with it! I feel so big-headed right now I can actually raise my head up high as I do my daily rounds! Being declared a "hero" of a crazy event is a good thing Ebbie. Oh, I almost forgot. The prize I got was a Vampire Costume that I could wear for a month! Now I could continue masquerading as the Vampire Tempura Knight for a longer period of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvJ6NSj3EII/AAAAAAAAAWw/6VHcnrfx4mU/s1600-h/won1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvJ6NSj3EII/AAAAAAAAAWw/6VHcnrfx4mU/s320/won1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400513271909781634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you could see in my latest picture, I felt proud enough to wear my Sambaba Helm as well! But that ain't the best part. It's not that I won the event, it's not that I get to wear the helm, but finally, I get to wear PANTS for A WHOLE FRIGGIN MONTH! THAT is why I'm so happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, I have a copy here of my winning entry for you to look at in case you're wondering what picture I took. I couldn't even think of a name so i just called it "DEATHBLOW!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvJ7YbTESPI/AAAAAAAAAW4/E_5qdyZ9FX8/s1600-h/drgn1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvJ7YbTESPI/AAAAAAAAAW4/E_5qdyZ9FX8/s320/drgn1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400514562745452786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And in the end, I finally now know how it feels to win something. I don't care what prize I get if I win. I just want the prestige and honor that comes with winning it! You know how Dad always used to say to go for it! Why do you think Dad holds the most successful shrimp farm in Libra even to this day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe Ebbie! Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OOC: I'd like to thank IAH for choosing my entry as one of the winners, and everyone else who has congratulated me. Thank you all! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dragonica.iahgames.com/news/NewsArticle.aspx?id=220&amp;amp;groupName=Events"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblTitle"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-1628071817400755011?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1628071817400755011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-actually-won.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/1628071817400755011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/1628071817400755011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-actually-won.html' title='I Actually Won?'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvJ6NSj3EII/AAAAAAAAAWw/6VHcnrfx4mU/s72-c/won1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-1294587660240973074</id><published>2009-11-04T16:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:44:53.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DGN Dose'/><title type='text'>Strange Events</title><content type='html'>To The Two Nosy Reporters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen anything interesting from your magazine lately, so I decided to share with you a few tips that you might find interesting. I know, the article about the Dragonica-related diseases raised awareness about it, yet it caused some panic amongst mentally unstable citizens. As you know, a trail of communication from person-to-person could easily be warped if spread by word of mouth. However, you might want to try being a bit more clear with these things next time. The other day, we were sent to dispatch an unruly mob almost overrunning Nurse Mimi's clinic in Libra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvE9MUNZCoI/AAAAAAAAAWg/qK2CKyJDmCk/s1600-h/shpriot1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvE9MUNZCoI/AAAAAAAAAWg/qK2CKyJDmCk/s320/shpriot1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400164709986536066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's not only the people that are becoming unruly, those dreaded sheep in the Windia Plains have also gone mad. The other day, they were able to form an "Angry Herd" and trotted towards town, bleating in a monotonous mantra: "Four legs good, two legs BAAAAAD." Now this line might sound familiar, but perhaps the sheep are really trying to form an uprising. I mean, they were even holding signs saying "NO WOOL AIN'T COOL" or "EAT LAMB? GET WHAMMED!" as they started to attack lowbie adventurers around the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to hold off these guys but they swore they'd be back for more. Dun Morgan of Odellia has requested more strong adventurers to help reinforce Odellia if every they strike again. In other events, I was leisurely strolling through Libra the other day, until everyone heard a godlike voice in the sky, with this message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvE99bue9bI/AAAAAAAAAWo/rtsjQZ6Of-Q/s1600-h/shpriot2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 34px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvE99bue9bI/AAAAAAAAAWo/rtsjQZ6Of-Q/s320/shpriot2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400165553817974194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Click to enlarge.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey, is Dobby a part of this? I definitely heard his name as everyone heard that announcement. Whatever it was, everyone sudden;y had a force field around them. Commander Evan didn't inform us of any wizards or mages involved in this so is this just a silly prank created by some bored magicians? I'll leave that to public opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for now. And Mizureii, if you're reading this, give me back my pair of black briefs. I know you stole it, my drawer was practically full of the magic dust you warmages use for battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt, The Tempura Knight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-1294587660240973074?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1294587660240973074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/11/strange-events.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/1294587660240973074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/1294587660240973074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/11/strange-events.html' title='Strange Events'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SvE9MUNZCoI/AAAAAAAAAWg/qK2CKyJDmCk/s72-c/shpriot1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-6132885783103558126</id><published>2009-11-01T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T07:57:48.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goryu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><title type='text'>Out of Commission</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Hey there Prawnt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Sup buddy? How's it going? Haven't been in touch with you (nor any of our friends for that matter) in ages. Have you been receiving news from them lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;First off, I'd like to congratulate you on being promoted to the Order of the Paladins. You've certainly come a long way from being that overprotective brother of Ebbie, to being the protector of the people. Hahaha, I still get a good laugh when I remember those times when you would tell me about your goal when I was still your superior, but look at you now, you're achieving your goals already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Ah the good 'ol days, can't really believe that you have already surpassed my rank that fast... guess all that training and tempura that you eat really isn't for naught, haha. How I wish I could continue my training again, so I may surpass you this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;You see, I'm still out of commission at the moment. Just a matter of dumb luck. Three weeks ago, a damn hyperjump failed on me during one of my Steven Trading Port missions to fend off Shark Pirates, the blasted thing sent me flying in the air and down the ocean with the speed of light (a slight exaggeration, maybe?). That damn incident left me unconscious for two damn weeks! And right now, I'm still on rehab. &gt;.&gt; Those things are starting to get dangerous, I tell ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Should've just stuck to using the Bird Mobile, Garuda, instead. You still remember that, right? You know, the one that's always... parked on top of that model house building in the Port of Winds. Speaking of which, Garuda misses you, you should visit sometime. It's a safer way to travel, and its more GAR than those damn hyperjumps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Anyway, will be writing to you again soon, when I'm done with rehab. Oh, Kureha dropped by earlier and says hi too. (Damn, she has some damn good assets -cough-) I think she and Milie were going to train along with Leongarde someplace. Not sure about it though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;So yeah, good luck on your adventures, buddy. Will be looking forward to doing missions with ya again. God speed. GAR SALUTE! o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;From your former superior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Goryu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;P.S. Pardon the rather wobbly handwriting, My hands are still having a tough time after that long unconsciousness period. Heck, can't even wield this Lightning Sword that Zak sent to me properly. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;P.P.S. Will be sending pictures next time. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-6132885783103558126?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/6132885783103558126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/11/out-of-commission.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/6132885783103558126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/6132885783103558126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/11/out-of-commission.html' title='Out of Commission'/><author><name>Goryu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17708227841641034814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-484438298066171027</id><published>2009-11-01T20:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:22:47.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilds'/><title type='text'>The Doraemon Guild</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story actually, I was somewhere in the Smoldering Swamps until I came across this big crowd. It wasn't a riot or anything, apparently all these people have been duped into thinking that there were some monsters wreaking havoc in the area, and they were dispatched by their respective guild leaders to investigate. Most of them were disappointed, while others just shrugged it off. Many believed that this was just another prank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Su164uX7DcI/AAAAAAAAAWI/xBOTYSNo2fk/s1600-h/dor1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Su164uX7DcI/AAAAAAAAAWI/xBOTYSNo2fk/s320/dor1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399106643226725826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting out of that mess, I found out that many people were recruiting new guild members back in Libra, thanks to the many people I spotted in that crowd bearing cool emblems. I guess this was the time to look for another guild, as Joker is already doing well with his troupe as we speak. Many of these guilds even had recruitment booths where they handed out fliers and gave their mission-vision statements and other organization-related stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My decision came down to three guilds. There was The Hakuron, The Apostate, and the Doraemons. I received personal invitations from these guilds but I really couldn't decide where to go. After writing a farewell note to Joker, I decided to think it over a basket of freshly-cooked, juicy tempura. Eventually, I went with the decision to go for the &lt;a href="http://doraemonguild.forumotion.net/"&gt;Doraemons&lt;/a&gt;. They seemed like a fun bunch. They even have their own snazzy &lt;a href="http://doraemonguild.forumotion.net/"&gt;headquarters&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Su18nG2UrRI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/pbZw40xVIQM/s1600-h/dor2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Su18nG2UrRI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/pbZw40xVIQM/s320/dor2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399108539582295314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I received a warm welcome from them after filling up my registration form. Lucern is a familiar face since he helped me with my Lavalon quest, as well as other people that I have met in the past. This seemed like a fun guild, I thought. I could already expect a lot of adventures with these people I joined up with. As a Tempura Knight, I shall protect them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even went out to test this toy hammer they told me to use. It was great. Although a bit light to hold and made of some artificial material, it did a good job slaying one of those pesky Draculs that have been popping about recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Su19GJscbfI/AAAAAAAAAWY/lj1q7-Xr62Q/s1600-h/dor3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Su19GJscbfI/AAAAAAAAAWY/lj1q7-Xr62Q/s320/dor3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399109072922111474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess this guild's trademark character would be all about chatty fun and the sort. So how's your guild Ebbie? Having fun lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe! Miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OOC: Many thanks to the people of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://doraemonguild.forumotion.net/"&gt;Doraemon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for their warm welcome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-484438298066171027?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/484438298066171027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/11/doraemon-guild.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/484438298066171027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/484438298066171027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/11/doraemon-guild.html' title='The Doraemon Guild'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Su164uX7DcI/AAAAAAAAAWI/xBOTYSNo2fk/s72-c/dor1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-6987169056223431042</id><published>2009-11-01T19:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:06:34.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manskirt'/><title type='text'>Tights or Manskirts?</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may know very well that for centuries, and perhaps even eons, us knights and gladiators have always been separated on the position on what should be our standard uniform. Well, armor is an obvious choice, but recently, it got narrowed down to one thing. Tights or manskirts? Allow me to explain. Us knights carry a lot of heavy armor with us, and our legplates are pretty much our only protection underneath. That is why under those legplates, we wear tights to be able to move around freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Su13jXBJh2I/AAAAAAAAAVw/O1YFgeUeX7w/s1600-h/manskirt3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 95px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Su13jXBJh2I/AAAAAAAAAVw/O1YFgeUeX7w/s320/manskirt3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399102977645053794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As for gladiators, they are fundamentalists in a sense as they still advocate the manskirt. They find it lighter, and easier to move around in than our bulky tights-legplates combo. Wait Ebbie, I know this is a waste of time telling you this because you're a woman and it doesn't really affect you. However, you must know why us knights and gladiators will always be different in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my friend Ceaz, he has been wearing a manskirt ever since he became a rookie gladiator and hasn't gotten used to it ever since. He can't wear boxers like he did as a warrior, so he had to resort to using briefs as underwear instead. For us knights, we almost do the same thing except we use tights under our legplates. Sure, it protects us from the cold, but it could get real nasty once we go into higher temperatures. I wouldn't want to describe the smell as you might be eating something right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Su14ZSL1c1I/AAAAAAAAAV4/qSSJVC9Bg8I/s1600-h/manskirt1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Su14ZSL1c1I/AAAAAAAAAV4/qSSJVC9Bg8I/s320/manskirt1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399103904060633938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in a dilemma here. I just picked up these &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cursed Mercury Legplates&lt;/span&gt; that supposedly give a bonus to strength! I don't want to know how THIS would give me strength, but it really is tempting to deviate from my usual paladin armor and try other armor sets as well. Another dilemma is that I still have raging hormones Ebbie. What do I mean by raging hormones? Well, usually when I see someone I like, my little "friend" springs to attention, but it's not noticeable. Imagine if I wore these things when a hot woman came along! I'd better ask Ceaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that'll be my letter for you for today. Remember that vampire costume I got? It's probably the first thing I've worn into battle that involves the use of PANTS. HOORAY FOR PANTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Su15aLlPF3I/AAAAAAAAAWA/F9SGr7jQo5E/s1600-h/manskirt2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Su15aLlPF3I/AAAAAAAAAWA/F9SGr7jQo5E/s320/manskirt2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399105018979620722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So stay safe Ebbie, and I'll probably get help from my friends regarding this matter. Tell me what you think as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OOC: Manskirts or Tights? VOTE NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-6987169056223431042?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/6987169056223431042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/11/tights-or-manskirts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/6987169056223431042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/6987169056223431042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/11/tights-or-manskirts.html' title='Tights or Manskirts?'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Su13jXBJh2I/AAAAAAAAAVw/O1YFgeUeX7w/s72-c/manskirt3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-8189772597587744560</id><published>2009-10-30T13:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:33:32.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Spooked. (3)</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have received a letter from Ceaz regarding what happened recently. I only found out just now that I haven't been sent to the netherworld at all! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's Halloween.&lt;/span&gt; The spooky occasion! Why didn't I think of that sooner? Well, at least it's alright now. I found out from some random girl that it wasn't Halloween when I tried to suck her blood using my "fangs" and when I realized that I didn't have any fangs at all!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31QZ3XN6O9L._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31QZ3XN6O9L._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, I had to admit, what I did was really stupid. What also startled me was that Ceaz and Zak told me I was possessed by the sword and I attacked them! I thought it was a dream that time, but it was actually real. I got this really bad lump on my head courtesy of Irichi's "treatment" and I had to put some ice or frost under my helm to help heal it. I also realized that many of us paladins were on holiday leave, so I requested a leave as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuqEUyIGfSI/AAAAAAAAAVY/QVUINDlfDwg/s1600-h/vamp1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuqEUyIGfSI/AAAAAAAAAVY/QVUINDlfDwg/s320/vamp1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398272595944963362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went trick or treating with Ceaz and the guys, and we were dressed up in all sorts of costumes, and Zak wore a vampire costume as well. Zak wore this weird wig that made his hair look short and slick. It made me wonder how he could even get all of his long black hair underneath such a thing. We made some poses and came up with some great ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuqE18jxohI/AAAAAAAAAVg/IqorCYD082Q/s1600-h/Pumpkin+waiter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuqE18jxohI/AAAAAAAAAVg/IqorCYD082Q/s320/Pumpkin+waiter.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398273165681074706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also encountered some weird guys called Pumpkin Cafe' Waiters that drop candies when you beat 'em. I know, I could've just gone from house to house to ask for some candy, but what's more fun than beating up monsters and taking away the candy they have? It tastes great, and it also makes you strong. We thought these were just some troublemakers in costumes at first, but it turns out they really ARE servants of Dracul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried wearing various costumes? Personally I enjoy these vampire and werewolf costumes I found. Ceaz and Zak hate my werewolf costume though. They said I almost turned into one when I was possessed by the sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuqF212f8jI/AAAAAAAAAVo/CoCkyyhJAA4/s1600-h/wolf1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuqF212f8jI/AAAAAAAAAVo/CoCkyyhJAA4/s320/wolf1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398274280572056114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feels weird walking around in it, but it was alright. I enjoyed the whole trick or treating thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe, and Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-8189772597587744560?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/8189772597587744560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/spooked-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/8189772597587744560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/8189772597587744560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/spooked-3.html' title='Spooked. (3)'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuqEUyIGfSI/AAAAAAAAAVY/QVUINDlfDwg/s72-c/vamp1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-7755664410519126808</id><published>2009-10-30T13:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:58:37.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Spooked. (2)</title><content type='html'>Dear Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there, this is Ceaz. You may know that your dear brother has been writing strange messages to you recently. Allow me to explain why. I was actually with him on the way to Libra until he drank too much iced tea and fainted. (I know right? Who else gets drunk from iced tea?) By the time we got to Odellia by accident, he now keeps thinking he has died and has been sent to the netherworld, where in reality, it's actually just Halloween decorations and festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now many new monsters have been causing trouble this time, but Prawnt has decided to "guide our souls back to heaven" and we went along with it. Why did we do it? Zak thought it was fun to mess with Prawnt once in a while. It was also kind of embarrassing being with Prawnt as he was warding off costumed adventurers trick or treating here and there, thinking they were really evil spirits! Well, you think that's weird? Here comes the interesting part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sup15IJc9CI/AAAAAAAAAUw/9TvvyzgQohQ/s1600-h/Dracul.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sup15IJc9CI/AAAAAAAAAUw/9TvvyzgQohQ/s200/Dracul.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398256727657083938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You may have seen those monsters called Draculs such as this illustration. We all know that if you get bitten by one, you turn into a vampire yourself. Well, as Prawnt was fighting one of these things, he got bitten after he defeated it, and Prawnt suddenly went hysterical. It was as if he was the Count of Van Cliff when he got bitten, and he found this vampire costume, wore it, and proclaimed himself under a new identity. The Vampire Knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sup3uRFRRSI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1tn9kzS5SVY/s1600-h/spooky1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sup3uRFRRSI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1tn9kzS5SVY/s320/spooky1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398258740100154658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since then, he has been claiming that he sparkles in the daylight, can seduce any woman he meets, and he suddenly had a craving for eating forest creatures. Yeah, your brother was really effed up that time so Zak and I decided to break the joke to him and tell him it's Halloween. We did tell him but he wouldn't believe us, and he really DOES believe he's been turned into a vampire, and he set out to kill a Dracul for revenge. Zak and I ran after him to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he said as he ran was, "THE SWORD COMMANDS ME!!!". It must have something to do with that sword, or he probably inhaled a lot of opium again. So off we went to run after Prawnt, until we found him in the swamps, defeating another Dracul he found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sup47KqYV_I/AAAAAAAAAVI/PwEyWm_stFw/s1600-h/spooky3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sup47KqYV_I/AAAAAAAAAVI/PwEyWm_stFw/s320/spooky3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398260061226686450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it in the tempura he eats or is he just plain crazy? When we finally caught up to him, all he kept doing was laughing and laughing in a boisterous manner, proclaiming himself as Count Tempura, The Vampire Knight. He also started to talk in this strange accent that even we couldn't understand much. Zak was also starting to lose patience and tried to snap him out of it by punching him in the face. But it didn't hurt Prawnt one bit and he just laughed it off. (Knights ARE tough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to Libra, we met Irichi and the girls, and by this time, Prawnt still thinks he's a real vampire and tried to seduce Irichi. Well, all he got was a massive katar slam in the nuts and that knocked him out for... I think a few hours. Still, it didn't work and he's still under the illusion that he's a vampire... WITH A BODY OF A WEREWOLF UNDERNEATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sup6jaDiu4I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/EF7om029gvE/s1600-h/wolf3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sup6jaDiu4I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/EF7om029gvE/s320/wolf3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398261852065151874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought he just found half a werewolf costume and wore it, but when we saw his sword glow in an eerie manner, and Irichi claimed they didn't do anything to him recently, maybe he really IS turning into a werewolf because of the sword!!! (Another sign was that his eyes weren't in their usual perverted tone.) The sword was probably messing with his perception of reality, so Zak and I had to stop him. It was an ugly sight, as your brother was hairy all over and technically naked because of the fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fought him as if he were in a trance, Zak told me to concentrate on getting that sword out of his hand. He was tough to beat actually, until Cailey finally came and placed some sort of seal to exorcise the evil spirit out of Prawnt. Prawnt (or the spirit rather) just laughed and told us, "THIS BODY IS OURS. WE WILL DO AS WE PLEASE WITH IT." Suddenly Irichi comes bursting into the room shrieking. She then said something along the lines of, "NO ONE DOMINATES UKE-SAMA BUT ME!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the evil spirit replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"SILENCE MAN-WOMAN HYBRID."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hgsc.bcm.tmc.edu/images/Bang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 340px;" src="http://www.hgsc.bcm.tmc.edu/images/Bang.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were startled by what she did to the possessed Prawnt. In a fit of rage, she raised her katar, and using the blunt end, she slammed Prawnt all the way down to the first floor of the inn. What's scary was, we were on the fourth floor that time. As soon as we got down to the first floor, the sword was no longer in Prawnt's hand and it stopped glowing. Zak examined the sword and said the spirit has been exorcised from it. We were all relieved as we saw Prawnt slowly returning to normal. Well, normal as in his usual normal self. We all know how peculiar your brother is, Ebbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all quite relieved as Prawnt got up and only complained of a severe headache and a few bruises as Cailey went to treat him. Amazingly, he got up and said he was ready to go adventuring again. Well, it really wasn't pleasant on the eyes as he was naked. In the lobby. In front of lots of people. Frustrated, Zak threw him a pair of pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how is Prawnt now? Well he still thinks he's in the netherworld and has been turned into a vampire. So he still goes around town proclaiming to be the Vampire Knight, Hero of the Night or something like that in a helm and vampire costume. He still uses the sword that he was possessed with. Don't worry, Zak said there would be no chance of any evil spirit possessing that sword again. He still won't believe us that it's Halloween and that he's not in the netherworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, he'll write to you soon he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regards,&lt;br /&gt;Ceaz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-7755664410519126808?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/7755664410519126808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/spooked-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/7755664410519126808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/7755664410519126808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/spooked-2.html' title='Spooked. (2)'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sup15IJc9CI/AAAAAAAAAUw/9TvvyzgQohQ/s72-c/Dracul.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-8741070027165845239</id><published>2009-10-29T13:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:05:59.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Spooked.</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my adventures in Faeras I decided to go back to Libra for a well deserved rest. However, on the ferry headed towards home, I suddenly fell asleep. And when I got up, I ended up in Odellia somehow but something was different. Pumpkins were everywhere, everything was dark and spooky, bats kept flying around, and there were so many decorations and candies around town. From that point on, I concluded one thing Ebbie, I was dead. THIS MUST BE THE NETHERWORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SukuxEp9_2I/AAAAAAAAAUY/80aXbUPxPjQ/s1600-h/hlwn1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SukuxEp9_2I/AAAAAAAAAUY/80aXbUPxPjQ/s320/hlwn1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397897048978489186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Click image to enlarge.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was frightened the time I landed in Odellia. I didn't know what to do, where to go, and more importantly, I didn't even know if I was going to see you again. Now this small blue bat kept following me everywhere I went, and even my sword was different. Now could this be related to that ghost I helped in town the other time? All I could remember was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SukvXCzzWqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-QylqU9WqVc/s1600-h/hlwn2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SukvXCzzWqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-QylqU9WqVc/s320/hlwn2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397897701317892770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Click image to enlarge.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, I guess that's all I could remember. Then I remember seeing Zakriid and Ceaz, and concluded those were their lost souls, and I volunteered to guide them out of the netherworld. So I told both of them to jump into the magma near netherworld Libra and they both knocked me on the head, and I couldn't remember a thing after that. I knew I should have worn my helm that time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also many werewolves and vampires outside of town. As a hero of justice and the bane of all malice, I attacked them without hesitation. I laugh in their faces as they lay defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SukwYJD8OnI/AAAAAAAAAUo/PxNErAcp7BM/s1600-h/hlwn3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SukwYJD8OnI/AAAAAAAAAUo/PxNErAcp7BM/s320/hlwn3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397898819687692914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I'm still not sure what is up with all these weird decorations around the netherworld. I'll write to you again as soon as I sort this out. This sword I got is weird... it keeps trying to tell me something in a weird language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe! Hope this letter reaches you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-8741070027165845239?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/8741070027165845239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/spooked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/8741070027165845239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/8741070027165845239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/spooked.html' title='Spooked.'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SukuxEp9_2I/AAAAAAAAAUY/80aXbUPxPjQ/s72-c/hlwn1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-8863566071004734747</id><published>2009-10-28T14:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:28:24.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>BECAUSE WE ARE MEN!</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I am writing this to you, I just got back from a mission to halt the logging operations controlled by the lumberjack foreman Karlberg in the Great Forest. Of all the enemies I have ever face, I must tell you that Karlberg is probably the most cowardly of evil-doers I have ever encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with a group of adventurers when the rest of my team were isolated and I was left to face Karlberg alone. He suddenly caught us off guard as I went forward to scout the area only to become isolated. I know Ebbie, it was a headstrong move, but you know how stubborn I am sometimes when my blood gets hot and pumping for action. Karlberg came swooping down with his machine and several lackeys joined in the brawl as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SufgX3sBrwI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ItqjXLdNycA/s1600-h/karlberg1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SufgX3sBrwI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ItqjXLdNycA/s320/karlberg1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397529379117051650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you've seen how Karlberg fights, you know what I'm talking about. He rides this weird contraption that he probably uses for logging, and uses it to attack anyone who would dare trespass in his logging operations. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT A COWARD&lt;/span&gt;. Unlike other monsters and enemies you fight, Karlberg doesn't face you man-to-man with a weapon. He rides this sissy machine thingy that isn't as fair in a fight itself! What a cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sufi24JVpfI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/lfZt-S-yKvw/s1600-h/karlberg3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sufi24JVpfI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/lfZt-S-yKvw/s320/karlberg3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397532110839195122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a few passes, I finally defeated Karlberg and destroyed his contraption. There he was Ebbie, laying down on the ground, lamenting on why I was able to defeat him and his machine. I immediately gave a short, heroic speech in these exact words: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"THAT IS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT FIGHT WITH HONOR! A REAL BATTLE IS ONE THAT IS FOUGHT WITH DETERMINATION! GUTS! AND CALLING OUT YOUR ATTACKS!"&lt;/span&gt; As he was carried by two paladins to be jailed, he asked me again why we Dragonicans fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "WE FIGHT... BECAUSE... WE ARE MEEEEENNNNNNNNN!!!"&lt;/span&gt; Then a female paladin whacked me on the head with her sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day Ebbie! We were able to bring this evildoer... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO JUSTICE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe Ebbie, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-8863566071004734747?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/8863566071004734747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-we-are-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/8863566071004734747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/8863566071004734747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-we-are-men.html' title='BECAUSE WE ARE MEN!'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SufgX3sBrwI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ItqjXLdNycA/s72-c/karlberg1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-4485237345767499611</id><published>2009-10-28T13:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:58:14.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>Of Shrooms and Fungoids</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good to hear that you are back in your cheerful state again. I'm really happy for you, however please stop being curious on what yaoi is. It is an evil thought that Irichi and the girls want to corrupt you with. Probably more evil than Elga's corruption! Haha! Anyway, you have been to the Fungoid Village, right? It's this beautiful village in the middle of Faeras inhabited by the Fungoids, a peaceful race of mushroom folk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking a break from engaging Kentar patrols and I found time to chat with Fungoid Elder, Masiroon who told me something of interest. I'm sure you've encountered those annoying creatures called Shrooms right? Shroom Thieves, Shroom Soldiers, they're all over the damp Candescent Caverns, as well as areas around Faeras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SufaF3Qc5BI/AAAAAAAAAT4/cDppky0EiVI/s1600-h/shroom1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SufaF3Qc5BI/AAAAAAAAAT4/cDppky0EiVI/s320/shroom1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397522472693982226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Shrooms and Fungoids used to work together side by side a long time ago. Fungoids were well-known for creating and building various tools to make work more efficient, and they are well-versed in the sciences of business and technology. The Shrooms on the other hand focused on sheer military force, and many Shrooms devoted themselves into perfecting the art of warfare. The Shrooms and Fungoids lived in peace, with the Shrooms hunting monsters for food, as well as keeping the peace in their city as a security force, and the Fungoids maintaining homes and creating all sorts of productive industries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on one dark night, the Shrooms have suddenly gone berserk. This also happened at the same time when Paris was on her way to free Elga. Much of the Fungoid-Shroom city was destroyed and what's left of it is the Fungoid Village you see today. Unlike their counterparts, the Shrooms hate sunlight so most of them have retreated into dark place like caves, or into the foggy reaches of the forest where no light could penetrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SufbaibdiTI/AAAAAAAAAUA/SY6xqo-g3ck/s1600-h/shroom2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SufbaibdiTI/AAAAAAAAAUA/SY6xqo-g3ck/s320/shroom2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397523927391897906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you venture past the Tutu Tree Forest, you would find the remains of their once beautiful city, an Abandoned Mushroom Factory, and a former housing estate now known as the Sleepy Slums. You could take a look, but many monsters live there now, as well as Mimir Tribesmen who patrol the area. You could also find Shrooms in the Forgotten Forest, as that place is rather foggy and damp, a perfect place for a Shroom to live in. The Fungoids have tried to figure out what caused their Shroom brothers to go berserk, but sadly, their mages have failed so far in their research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have also started to cooperate with the Mimir Tribe in halting the Dragon Expedition's supply lines. Commander Evan has instructed us to be vigilant as those supply lines are key to keeping Camp Steven intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting piece of info! You've probably encountered Myrdal in the Candescent Caverns right? He's actually a Fungoid gone mad and joined the Shrooms. What made him go berserk is still a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe Ebbie, watch out for those Mimir poison darts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-4485237345767499611?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/4485237345767499611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/of-shrooms-and-fungoids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/4485237345767499611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/4485237345767499611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/of-shrooms-and-fungoids.html' title='Of Shrooms and Fungoids'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SufaF3Qc5BI/AAAAAAAAAT4/cDppky0EiVI/s72-c/shroom1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-8050514659706464095</id><published>2009-10-27T18:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:32:39.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>Krazy Kentars</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's put all of those things behind us alright? Surely you could sort this out yourself. I know you can. There are some issues that even I, your brother cannot interfere with. Now be a good girl and smile, alright? Now that we've put that behind us, let me tell you about that little encounter I had the other day. Now somewhere past the swamp, and somewhere near where the Fungoid Village is located, there's an area in between that called the Gods' Sanctuaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard this was an area where sacrifices were made to the Ancient Golem, Aram of the Kundara Dungeon. Many similar golems could be seen in the fields, awaiting worshipers. Recently, they are being controlled by Paris to collect people's souls. According to one adventurer I've met, he said all those who have given up hope can sell their soul to Elga to fulfill their desires. Selling your soul (and not equipment souls) is just not right at all. Us Dragonians were given a soul in order for us to forge our own destinies, and not wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SubHYnF48nI/AAAAAAAAATo/LFeB37l9IFs/s1600-h/kentar2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SubHYnF48nI/AAAAAAAAATo/LFeB37l9IFs/s320/kentar2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397220429074592370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went there to explore the area and found out majority of the Kentar Tribe have sold their souls and have pledged allegiance to Elga. The Kentars used to be a friendly bunch but somehow, their warchief, Karous has made a fateful decision for all the Kentar tribes. A few Rebel Kentars have fled like Pyrei, and they are currently helping us fight off the Kentars that threaten nearby Fungoid Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While exploring the area, I engaged a few Kentar patrols here and there until I found this strong Kentar named Proxima. From what I've heard, he was also a warchief like Karous, but was shunned by his fellow Kentars for different views. He was the first to sell his soul to Elga, and would soon be corrupted wholly, as he has glowing eyes and everything. A traveler told me he used to be a kind Kentar warchief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SubIC6k61EI/AAAAAAAAATw/DlgxgEFvtT4/s1600-h/kentar3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SubIC6k61EI/AAAAAAAAATw/DlgxgEFvtT4/s320/kentar3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397221155859518530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to admit, Proxima is just another victim of Elga, twisted into this horrible monstrosity. However, it is my duty to rid the land of corrupted things, so I just had to put Proxima out of his misery by slaying him. His glowing eyes almost intimidated me for a second, but I maintained my composure as I faced this corrupt Kentar. He was certainly agile, as he kept galloping around trying to skewer me with his lance. All it took was Impervion, and a Broom Jab here and there. My hammer stuns him as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally defeated him, his corpse disappeared and I saw souls coming out of it, wailing. This just proves that anything that was as pure-hearted as Proxima before could be corrupted into something so vile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now stay safe, I've heard Shrooms are catching up to the Fungoids near their village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-8050514659706464095?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/8050514659706464095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/krazy-kentars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/8050514659706464095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/8050514659706464095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/krazy-kentars.html' title='Krazy Kentars'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SubHYnF48nI/AAAAAAAAATo/LFeB37l9IFs/s72-c/kentar2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-3441400808151641348</id><published>2009-10-27T17:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:29:22.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Remembering Again.</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since I've reminisced our days back when we were still free warriors. We went through a lot of tough times together, but we managed to pull through in the end. It'd always seem that we were inseparable. However, in order to bring order to this world, we would have to forge our own paths to create our own destinies. That brought me the decision that we split up, so that we may become stronger. I know you understand this perfectly Ebbie. Remember when you got your first warrior gear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sua_YmVE_qI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ZdMC1S3ibMg/s1600-h/memory1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sua_YmVE_qI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ZdMC1S3ibMg/s320/memory1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397211632776838818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You even got lost on the way to Commander Dustin's. Heck, you're the only person I know who has a worse sense of direction than Cailey. (We were headed for the sanctuaries once, and she somehow ended up in the swamps.) Haha, don't tell her that. She'd kill me. Anyway, you were such a playful, carefree person back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SubAzRIglBI/AAAAAAAAATY/M6NlW-bsEyY/s1600-h/memory7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SubAzRIglBI/AAAAAAAAATY/M6NlW-bsEyY/s320/memory7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397213190455071762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Click comic strip to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What really struck me that time was when we walked down the marketplace and you saw all those big swords, as if you were a little kid peering into a candy shop window. Your were wide-eyed, and I could tell from those eyes you wanted to wield those big swords someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SubBrUd9qmI/AAAAAAAAATg/i20SnWwKt5Q/s1600-h/memory6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SubBrUd9qmI/AAAAAAAAATg/i20SnWwKt5Q/s320/memory6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397214153423039074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Click image to enlarge.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to what you are nowadays, I'd say you're very matured now. For some reason that innocent smile has rubbed off your face. Did something happen? You know you could confide it to me anytime. What made me decide to become a knight back then? At first, it was pretty much the basis of looking cool in flashy armor and enduring a lot of hits, but when I finally realized after taking my oath, I had a responsibility to fulfill. A sworn duty to protect people, including you, Ebbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm somehow worried about you lately Ebbie, just write down your problem in your next letter and we'll sort it out, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-3441400808151641348?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/3441400808151641348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/remembering-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/3441400808151641348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/3441400808151641348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/remembering-again.html' title='Remembering Again.'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sua_YmVE_qI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ZdMC1S3ibMg/s72-c/memory1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-4852516151645095291</id><published>2009-10-26T14:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:00:37.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DGN Dose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yaoi'/><title type='text'>Fangirl's Fantasy</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found another piece of mail entitled "Fan Art" and when I opened it, I got this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuVH3dbeeQI/AAAAAAAAATI/Lafj6YaiWHY/s1600-h/ukepront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuVH3dbeeQI/AAAAAAAAATI/Lafj6YaiWHY/s400/ukepront.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396798746591656194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Do I really look THAT submissive? Click image to enlarge.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following caption? It only said "Uke Prawnt". Right, this is probably another sick joke created by Irichi and the other girls who want to pin me down as nothing more but a submissive person! It's the thought that counts? Well, perhaps. You don't get much people who would want to draw you, but this is... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it's probably another yaoi fangirl's fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe, don't read yaoi. You're a better girl than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OOC: Many thanks to Ceaz for this drawing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From left to right: Dobby, Prawnt, Ceaz. Squealing Fangirl: Mizureii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-4852516151645095291?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/4852516151645095291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/fangirls-fantasy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/4852516151645095291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/4852516151645095291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/fangirls-fantasy.html' title='Fangirl&apos;s Fantasy'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuVH3dbeeQI/AAAAAAAAATI/Lafj6YaiWHY/s72-c/ukepront.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-7229044097221577512</id><published>2009-10-26T14:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:53:18.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentai'/><title type='text'>Ramen Rider Tempura</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of the few knights who have a sense of individuality. I'll tell you one thing Ebbie, most knights you would come across are as boring as the next. Like a machine, they will follow most orders unquestioned (and Rangers come second to that.) However, you know me very well as your brother for being a peculiar individual. The other day, I bumped into someone known as Archmage Kikuchi (he insisted I call him sensei), and he told me I could become stronger if I ever wanted to protect people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Establishing my benchmark as the Tempura Knight, he gave me some sort of device that would create some sort of super-armor. Almost as if I was on Impervion for a long period of time! My strength doubles, but it could only last for as long as I could save the people I want to protect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a name. I AM... RAMEN RIDER TEMPURA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuVEHkBrgYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/nxqM2UzXsKI/s1600-h/RamenRider2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuVEHkBrgYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/nxqM2UzXsKI/s400/RamenRider2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396794625193902466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuVEVU_jRLI/AAAAAAAAATA/Wz2WlNL82FA/s1600-h/RamenRider1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuVEVU_jRLI/AAAAAAAAATA/Wz2WlNL82FA/s400/RamenRider1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396794861676610738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Click images to enlarge for awesomeness.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM THE HERO OF JUSTICE! THE BANE OF ALL MALICE! I AM PRAWNT! With the help of my so-called "Prawn Zector" it allows me to transform into Ramen Rider Tempura for a short amount of time! With this newfound strength, I will be able to fulfill my duty as a knight, and furthermore, A HERO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe Ebbie! Archmage Kikuchi is a D.O.M. who wants to meet you, despite being the creator of my device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OOC: Many thanks to Ceaz for these drawings! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-7229044097221577512?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/7229044097221577512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/ramen-rider-tempura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/7229044097221577512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/7229044097221577512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/ramen-rider-tempura.html' title='Ramen Rider Tempura'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuVEHkBrgYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/nxqM2UzXsKI/s72-c/RamenRider2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-546862166172154198</id><published>2009-10-25T10:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:35:59.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>Meet The Mika Tribe</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from another tiring adventure today. I'm sure you're still worried about what happened when I was "abducted" by someone into the forest. Well, it turns out that the person who rescued me was a hunter from the Mika Tribe. He said my wounds from that explosion were severe, and I needed to get away from the hustle and bustle of Libra to recuperate my wounds. Funny thing is, I haven't felt any wounds ever since I woke up, but they kept insisting I was asleep for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuO6_2fJbZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/au__2-NfCd0/s1600-h/mika1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuO6_2fJbZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/au__2-NfCd0/s320/mika1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396362384640667026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The guy who rescued me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The hunter introduced himself as Shangor from the Mika Tribe, a group of people indigenous to the Great Forest. Currently they are in an all-out war with the lumberjacks as well as other hostile forest creatures that have overrun their city in Grasswind Hills. The city they have built in the forest harmonizes with nature very well, but Karlberg's lumberjacks want to cut it all down under a contract from Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then traveled to the Mika Tribe's current outpost at Pinecone Knoll, where they have been using a small area as a base of operations. They were really lacking in manpower because I've seen other adventurers and mercenaries at the site as well. Just as we were about to meet the young oracle of the Mika Tribe, a really really BIG spider suddenly came down on her and snatched away her stuffed toy. It then escaped into the forest using its webs. Without hesitation, I purused the giant spider into Grasswind Hills, the Mika Tribe's former city. (I was also able to use my Tempura catchphrase, "TEMPURA KNIGHT, AWAYYYYYY!" in this situation.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuO88a8AN5I/AAAAAAAAASY/5_GjWsO2EiA/s1600-h/mika2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuO88a8AN5I/AAAAAAAAASY/5_GjWsO2EiA/s320/mika2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396364524729153426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I reached Grasswind Hills and found out this wasn't a bad place at all, if it weren't for all those spiders and grasshopper things buzzing around the whole place. Many supplies were still left behind after the Mika Tribe evacuated, and these gnarly monsters were guarding it with their lives. However, my main focus for now was to hunt down that giant spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traversed through all sorts of transportation devices used to get around the forest city, as well as fighting monsters along the way. They were persistent, I tell you. If one fell, three would appear. It was a good thing Shangor and the rest provided support by using their super long-range bows that could beat any Trapper hands down in terms of range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went into a section called the "Chief's Quarters". It was a large area and nothing was in it. It was also quiet. A bit too quiet. That's when I noticed that something was creeping up behind me. Something real BIG. I looked at this looming shadow in front of me as it grew bigger, bigger, and bigger. When I turned around, there it was. The giant spider. Although I believe it was called a Sporespike Barrier in the Adventurer's Manual. I was caught off guard and it pounced on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuO-oNz3KzI/AAAAAAAAASg/VRpPDELlBv0/s1600-h/mika3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuO-oNz3KzI/AAAAAAAAASg/VRpPDELlBv0/s320/mika3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396366376631216946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Oh noes. GET OFF ME!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WAS THIS SPIDER TRYING TO RAPE ME OR SOMETHING? It only started to hump up and down and was not even attacking. It was also squealing in an affectionate tone. So I drew my blade and attacked the blasted thing. Finally, I got the spider agitated and it became furious as it bared its fangs. Shangor then called out, "You're on your own kid! Our arrows can't pierce its shell!". Looks like I was in a sticky situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tried to trap me with its sticky webs and poison goo, but I wouldn't fall or flinch after using my Impervion skill. That helped me keep going, as well as playing with time by using my time magic called Time Reverse. That buff helped me defeat the blasted thing faster than Vega saying "Uncle". My Solstice Sword's fiery aura was somehow effective against the spider's wooden body. After impaling its head with my sword, the spider gave a painful growl and was finally killed. I found the stuffed toy it stole hanging onto one of its antennae. It must have used it as a decoration or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuPAjwEOCGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Z5YPqZMKL1E/s1600-h/mika4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuPAjwEOCGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Z5YPqZMKL1E/s320/mika4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396368498950539362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I then journeyed back with Shangor and the rest to Pinecone Knoll (who were somehow carrying large bags), where the oracle was waiting. I returned her stuffed toy and she seemed pleased. After giving me her traditional Mika Tribe blessing, we partook in a lavish feast that night, where I was able to taste all sorts of delicious things! I was so hungry that time that I didn't mind what I was eating. I then asked Shangor what I just ate as I rubbed my bloated stomach. All he said was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spiders".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a bit sick after hearing that, because those were the spiders I killed that afternoon, and the Mika Tribesmen were gathering the spider corpses I left behind. That explained the large bags they were carrying on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also gave them a bit of my know-how in cooking, and they enjoyed my recipe for Spider Tempura Fry! It goes well with mayonnaise, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe Ebbie, you'll never go hungry in Pinecone Knoll. Just kill a spider!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-546862166172154198?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/546862166172154198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/meet-mika-tribe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/546862166172154198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/546862166172154198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/meet-mika-tribe.html' title='Meet The Mika Tribe'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuO6_2fJbZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/au__2-NfCd0/s72-c/mika1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-6907682273563823914</id><published>2009-10-23T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:13:57.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zakriid'/><title type='text'>Letter from Zakriid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Prawnt—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Cailey, Leongarde, Ceaz, Sid, Diane, Dias and I have reached Ashmist Village safely as I write this. I do not know why you chose me to keep such a correspondence, but I’m telling you that I do not appreciate being made to write one bit. We have not seen your sister Ebbie on the way here, though Dias sends word that his sister Diane managed to glean from reliable sources that Ebbie is safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Journey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You want me to tell you about our journey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It was full of shit. No, I know what you’ll think. The world is always full of shit for me. You’re right about that. I don’t even know why Cailey, Ceaz and Leongarde managed to make me pick up my lance again, but I can’t do anything about that now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;No, I have not read your mail lately. It’s only Cailey who’s forcing me to write these things, and I told you, I hate writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3079/3197121014_fa93890c5e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3079/3197121014_fa93890c5e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ashmist Village is. Well. A village. With mist, apparently. Even from where I sit on the rooftop of our inn I can sense the Frost Shiva’s dark magics. I will not go into detail here as to what the magic of that dragon feels, because I doubt that a Paladin could appreciate the technical terms I am so fond of. To keep it simple…ever since we got here Cailey and I have been feeling rather sick. I’ve already vomited two times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ceaz, Dias and Sid are all eager to go join the first party tomorrow to the Van Cliff citadel. I hope my supply of cakes, grape candy and yogurt lasts. You still owe me some 200 slices of cake, you bastard, don’t you dare think I’d forgotten about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Give our regards to Irichi, your distant cousin Heil, to Marj…and if you meet my younger brother Raime tell him the package will arrive, just wait for it. Say hi to Kureha, Goryu and Milie too, if ever you meet each other on the road (though I doubt that; they’re having too much fun making pink sharksfin soup).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Tomorrow we leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;PS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The nights here are abnormally chilly – and the darkness is thicker than the eternal dusk of Libra. Cailey says hi. She’s beside me right now. She says if you meet Vitali (Harlequin sporting the superia armor with a ridiculous pirate hat), please send her hi and tell him to never miss his meals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Have you ran into Ciel, Natsumi, Auburn, Aeir, Mynthe and Sieg lately? We haven’t seen them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-6907682273563823914?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/6907682273563823914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/letter-from-zakriid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/6907682273563823914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/6907682273563823914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/letter-from-zakriid.html' title='Letter from Zakriid'/><author><name>Zakriid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13915630833363298594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KqMI4HwCv3Y/SuGaFU0hY4I/AAAAAAAAAJc/F-1-AXRO0zc/s1600-R/02-3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-1742624962019991086</id><published>2009-10-23T16:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T16:38:36.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><title type='text'>An Act of Terror?</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, did you enjoy that fashion contest the other day? They'll announce who would be Mr. &amp;amp; Ms. Dragonica in a week or so! Anyway, something crazy happened to me again. Trouble erupted in Libra when some miscreants under the cover of night planted bombs all over the Merchants' Quarter, and it was our job to diffuse these bombs our protective riot shields. Commander Hoffman ordered us to suit up and sent us to various locations around the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuFnRRvlnvI/AAAAAAAAARo/yToRsc7mxAc/s1600-h/bomb1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuFnRRvlnvI/AAAAAAAAARo/yToRsc7mxAc/s320/bomb1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395707375085002482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bomb spotted...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I found the bomb at the said location, I immediately put my riot shield in front of me. Who knows what would happen if this bomb would have exploded? Well, I was wrong. As I was nearing the bomb to attempt to diffuse it, all of a sudden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuFnsHnJFNI/AAAAAAAAARw/9XNtKNdaOAU/s1600-h/bomb2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuFnsHnJFNI/AAAAAAAAARw/9XNtKNdaOAU/s320/bomb2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395707836221691090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(OH SH--)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You guessed it right, Ebbie. It exploded. An explosion that was so powerful that I was knocked unconscious. I really couldn't get what happened when it suddenly exploded, it didn't even hurt me but just blew me away somewhere far. And total darkness came next. My mind was a blank until an image appeared in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuFoiB4nw4I/AAAAAAAAAR4/T9ciYnFAveQ/s1600-h/bomb4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuFoiB4nw4I/AAAAAAAAAR4/T9ciYnFAveQ/s320/bomb4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395708762397328258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw someone in the outfit I wore a few days ago, and he told me that I have yet to fulfill my oath as a Tempura Knight. An oath that Tempura Knights like me have sworn in since we became knights. To protect, serve, and preserve life until the day we die. So it wasn't my time yet to die, huh? Thank goodness I am still writing this letter to you, my dear Ebbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember waking up in some small tent, half-naked and I found my suit of armor nearby. I got up and wore my armor, and looked for the person who brought me here. I looked outside and I found out I was somewhere within the vicinity of the Ocher Forest, because of the large Brownwoods in the area. Even this small tent was built on a wooden platform attached onto the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuFqOlfxZlI/AAAAAAAAASA/57YdH4_VoZg/s1600-h/bomb3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuFqOlfxZlI/AAAAAAAAASA/57YdH4_VoZg/s320/bomb3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395710627382650450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to stop writing now Ebbie, my joints suddenly hurt, and I think I hear someone coming. It's pretty convenient that these small Hor birds could be used as mail couriers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-1742624962019991086?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1742624962019991086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/act-of-terror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/1742624962019991086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/1742624962019991086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/act-of-terror.html' title='An Act of Terror?'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuFnRRvlnvI/AAAAAAAAARo/yToRsc7mxAc/s72-c/bomb1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-8754349286798698024</id><published>2009-10-23T10:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T18:01:40.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DGN Dose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinky'/><title type='text'>The Port of WHAT???</title><content type='html'>To The Two Nosy Reporters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard you guys are taking in all kinds of scoops and stuff right? Well, consider this letter as a tip of sorts. I know you're busy with other stories like the mysterious "ball snatcher" that preys on weak men, and the mysterious blue bird that is somehow present everywhere. But hear me, nosy reporters. This is probably one of the most controversial things we have found right under our noses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was with a few friends at the Port of Winds, El Grego's capital and center of commerce and trade. We were having a few drinks here and there until one of the lads mention that that "thing" he spotted over there looks like a ****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuEZ9HIJZZI/AAAAAAAAARY/9_8lBwSxbXY/s1600-h/pow1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuEZ9HIJZZI/AAAAAAAAARY/9_8lBwSxbXY/s320/pow1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395622366242497938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, being the clueless person as I usually was I really didn't get it at first, until I realized what he was implying and bashed him on the head for it. "F**K NOW I CAN'T STOP IMAGINING IT TOO!!!" I told the others as they also laughed out loud. Really, there has been some controversy surrounding these weird-shaped cylindrical posts. I know it looks like a fish, but you know how everyone's imagination could be so wild nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have noticed, all of these have been incorporated into the town's design. Just look around the city. You'll find it almost anywhere. Any leads on this one? Well I'm not really so sure myself. But why would our sovereign Steven Jr. implement this design in the first place, especially in a city rife with children???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want something more convincing, here's a picture of the fence in front of his mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuEbZTsOtfI/AAAAAAAAARg/2PQcK-LCo0w/s1600-h/pow2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuEbZTsOtfI/AAAAAAAAARg/2PQcK-LCo0w/s400/pow2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395623950163031538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I think in the end, it's all up to your imagination, and the way you think. Just wanted to give you a small head's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and please stop following me. Someone ransacked my room the other day, specifically my underwear drawer. I suspected it would be you though there would be more plausible suspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt, The Tempura Knight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-8754349286798698024?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/8754349286798698024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/port-of-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/8754349286798698024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/8754349286798698024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/port-of-what.html' title='The Port of WHAT???'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SuEZ9HIJZZI/AAAAAAAAARY/9_8lBwSxbXY/s72-c/pow1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-6438746716315478586</id><published>2009-10-22T07:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T08:04:25.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Style!</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard about that &lt;a href="http://dragonica.iahgames.com/news/NewsArticle.aspx?id=217&amp;amp;groupName=Events"&gt;Fashion Pageant&lt;/a&gt; they are holding in Libra? Whoever wins that contest gets to win the costume they wore for 90 days! Sounds interesting right? That's why your dear ol' brother decided to give this a shot. Now I really ain't someone who has that much taste in fashion, so I had to ask someone with style. I talked to Dias about it. He first told me to match it with my already red hair first so we could eventually create a costume worth the contest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us almost a few hours deciding what to pick out (and I could swear Irichi was watching from the shadows again...) until we were able to find a good set of clothes. I stepped into the changing room to remove my armor, and came out with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/St-ezXggLgI/AAAAAAAAARA/gH0-wjLH2IU/s1600-h/style1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/St-ezXggLgI/AAAAAAAAARA/gH0-wjLH2IU/s320/style1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395205483934002690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dandy little outfit eh? I must say this outfit was pretty uncomfortable to wear at first, but I eventually realized I look pretty awesome in the end. I wore a Wild West's Hat, a Casual Red Jacket, Cyber Look Bottoms, a pair of Eastern Hunter Gloves, and a pair of Kendo Boots. It turned out nice after countless arrangements here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/St-gCFt2POI/AAAAAAAAARI/eL9Ga7IegeU/s1600-h/style2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/St-gCFt2POI/AAAAAAAAARI/eL9Ga7IegeU/s320/style2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395206836367801570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard this contest only lasts a week so if you want to participate, I suggest you do so now, my dear Ebbie. All costumes on the market are sold for 100 cash each and would only last a day if you do buy 'em, so I am using every moment today to try out this outfit in battle as well! The Tempura Knight finally has a new outfit! And he looks awesome and stylish in it. I LOOK PRETTY HEROIC AM I RIGHT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/St-gULmvBrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Ivqazpa74ps/s1600-h/style3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/St-gULmvBrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Ivqazpa74ps/s320/style3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395207147186226866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well that's my opinion at least. Irichi and the other girls still say I look like some Wild West Bandit/Mobster with a fashion sense gone wrong. Oh well, at least I got to participate. Hopefully this entry would make it.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://forum.iahgames.com/dragonica/showthread.php?t=40561"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE VOTE FOR MY OUTFIT OK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe, and stay stylish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Stylish Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If it permits you, &lt;a href="http://forum.iahgames.com/dragonica/showthread.php?t=40482"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://forum.iahgames.com/dragonica/showthread.php?t=40518"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cailey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; asked me to have you vote for them. Thanks, they said. They look great as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-6438746716315478586?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/6438746716315478586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/6438746716315478586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/6438746716315478586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/style.html' title='Style!'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/St-ezXggLgI/AAAAAAAAARA/gH0-wjLH2IU/s72-c/style1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-5212695904848237960</id><published>2009-10-20T20:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:42:56.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcake'/><title type='text'>Lost With A Cupcake</title><content type='html'>To My Dear Friend Ceaz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was told by the lads that there would be a "black market" somewhere in a faraway place and I decided to have a look at it myself. All they told me was to look for a hooded man and he would show me his goods which I can purchase for a good price. The deal seems shady right? So to make sure it was a safe and real deal, I went alone to find this so-called black market. Good "porn" would be hard to come by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually came across a forest that people say I must cross a dense forest just to find the place. After treading for a few minutes, I came across some weird guy in green robes. Perhaps he knew where the place was. However, as I was about to ask him for directions. He only gave me a glare and raised his staff. He attacked me! This guy was probably one of those Dryads, classified as a hostile threat and forest servants of Elga. I had no choice but to engage the lousy Dryad to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/St2zarieKdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/wubWT5OlWpA/s1600-h/lost1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/St2zarieKdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/wubWT5OlWpA/s320/lost1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394665199605000658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It utters a weird language somewhere along the lines of "GARFLARGBLARGH&lt;br /&gt;ERBLARGBHERBLAGH". Yeah, reeeeeeaaaaaly weird language I must say. I defeated it of course and moved deeper into the forest. After some time, I've noticed that I was getting nowhere. I really didn't know what to do so I decided to experiment. I left a cupcake at a nearby tree to use it as a marker. I walked again and after a few minutes, and the cupcake was gone! There were a few monsters around the spot where I left it and they must've eaten that cupcake. IT WAS MY ONLY SOURCE OF NOURISHMENT THAT TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This forest made me lose my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get out quickly. It was almost getting dark, and I need my goods. My "goods". Then I came across something. Or it probably was a someone. It was one of those Mimir Tribesmen I've heard so much about. They used to be a friendly bunch but recently, the whole tribe has gone berserk because of their Owl God, Bubo who has been acting strangely as of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/St23aRW5xgI/AAAAAAAAAQw/JvIVC5XBtSY/s1600-h/lost3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/St23aRW5xgI/AAAAAAAAAQw/JvIVC5XBtSY/s320/lost3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394669590623667714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried to ask this Mimir Tribesman for directions but all he did was squeal and attack me. After defeating him, it alerted the attention of other tribesmen, so I had to escape the forest as quickly as possible. I didn't know getting the "goods" was this hard. I had to escape because I promised Ebbie I would be safe from harm. When I found the exit, I couldn't believe my eyes! THE CUPCAKE WAS WAITING FOR ME AT THE EXIT, DUDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://epicurienne.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 425px;" src="http://epicurienne.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/cupcake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't bring any potions, scrolls, and food during this time because I forgot my stuff in Libra. The cupcake was only something I bought along the way to the forest. Some mage sold it to me so perhaps this cupcake was enchanted or something? I wasn't hungry yet as I was saving it after I buy "the goods". Without hesitation, I picked up the cupcake and stepped into the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/St26hGYfIII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/12NekAuNlh8/s1600-h/lost4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/St26hGYfIII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/12NekAuNlh8/s320/lost4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394673006471487618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In an instant, I was brought to this familiar place. It was the guild castles lobby!!! I really didn't know how this was the place yet, things were not as they seemed to be. This looked like a replica of it, and the guy with brown robes spoke with a funny voice. I found all kinds of titles there man! They probably had twice the titles and stocks compared to those found in the backalleys of Libra! With a raspy voice, the guy in the brown robes welcome me and I started taking my picks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had titles like "My Spear into Your Holey Robe" or "Loli Acolyte: Mk II". Irichi would love this place as well as it had titles to her liking that I accidentally picked out. Of course dude, I returned those cursed things the moment I touched them. I had a large shopping bag with titles to watch and enjoy. Now what mystified me was the cupcake I still had from back then. The brown robed guy just smiled and told me to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I took a bite into the magical cupcake, I had this feeling of euphoria. My body felt all warm and, I think I was hallucinating and stuff as I saw these talking Woodies telling me to fap and stuff. The last thing I knew, I was naked in bed with this woman and I'm not sure of what I saw but I'm pretty sure it was... nah... you wouldn't want to know. It was HORRIBLE. And you'd probably think I was gay if I told you what I saw that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no worries man, I got you your favorite title, and I've attached it to this mail. Oh yeah, don't tell Ebbie about this. She'd probably kill me if she knew that I got high again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you around man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Friend,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-5212695904848237960?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5212695904848237960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-with-cupcake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5212695904848237960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5212695904848237960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-with-cupcake.html' title='Lost With A Cupcake'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/St2zarieKdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/wubWT5OlWpA/s72-c/lost1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-4401042789129768286</id><published>2009-10-19T16:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:51:43.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gryphon'/><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you've been wondering what really happened to Toby the other week. Well, I'll write about that right now. Toby had grown to a point that he really didn't need me anymore. He could get his own food, use the bathroom without me giving him a bath, and even buy his own bird seed from the local store. I guess it was just one of those moments that you'd have to let go of your pet, to let them grow outside your care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the Ocher Forest has been hostile as of late, Toby insisted that I send him off there. How did I know that? I'm not sure really, it must be some kind of connection between owner and pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StwmAFH9GPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/fHIkjwaf9qw/s1600-h/toby1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StwmAFH9GPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/fHIkjwaf9qw/s320/toby1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394228236500408562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we went to the forest past the swamps, driving off anything hostile as we made our way there. Toby was really brave to the point that he helped me defeat some Yakults by slamming into them, or helping me up ladders to make sure I don't fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StwmrfifcxI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/2u7R3BUAEqA/s1600-h/toby2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StwmrfifcxI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/2u7R3BUAEqA/s320/toby2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394228982325408530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we finally got to a destination suitable to Toby's liking, he looked excited and was full of energy that I have never seen before. So there I was, about to send him off, all misty-eyed and reluctant at the last moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StwnGCJBhGI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nuP25Sx2j8Y/s1600-h/toby3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StwnGCJBhGI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nuP25Sx2j8Y/s320/toby3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394229438290429026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know me Ebbie, I rarely cry. I am strong, and I keep my emotions in check. If this is what Toby wants, then I will let him do so because that's how much I love him. Sure, I will miss those moments where he pecks my head whenever I get dirty thoughts, or when he "hugclings" to my shield when he's afraid, or when he accidentally bombards people with his "presents" and I take the blame. But I am sure Toby will return a stronger gryphon. Toby's part of the family too, Ebbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? Cry? Ha! The Tempura Knight hardly falls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe, love you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StwoDurK2mI/AAAAAAAAAQg/HbLoEn1F3bw/s1600-h/toby4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StwoDurK2mI/AAAAAAAAAQg/HbLoEn1F3bw/s320/toby4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394230498216827490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-4401042789129768286?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/4401042789129768286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/letting-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/4401042789129768286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/4401042789129768286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StwmAFH9GPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/fHIkjwaf9qw/s72-c/toby1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-7997524031131082583</id><published>2009-10-18T21:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:46:06.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paladin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Morale Boosting</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from a warrior's assembly. Over a thousand warriors gathered in the Warriors' Quarter in the Port of Winds. I'm not really sure why Commander Evan summoned only male fighters, but something was up. Many Warriors, Knights, Myrmidons, and Paladins were standing there idly before Commander Evan began his speech. He said that morale amongst warriors was at an all-time low and they are looking for solutions to boost the overall job class morale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://harvestimetemple.org/files/Pastor%20Mark/Sword%20%20Shield%202007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 414px;" src="http://harvestimetemple.org/files/Pastor%20Mark/Sword%20%20Shield%202007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within moments, many people began to submit their ideas and thoughts to the commander. This was until the commander told everyone to be silent as he brought out this music box. He said that this song would raise overall morale, encourage warriors to fight harder, and most of all, instill pride in all of us as MEN. As he pressed the button, this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCukEKNRYeA"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt; began to play. The first part wasn't really much, but the chorus really got us going and suddenly everyone broke into dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN I STARTED TO DANCE SUBCONSCIOUSLY. And so did the other warriors gathered. I began singing the chorus, "WITH ALL THE STRENGTH OF A COURSING RIVER~ dadadadada GREAT TYPHOON~ dadadadadada RAGING FIRE~ MYSTERIOUS AS~ THE DARK SIDE OF..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I held my breath along with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN&lt;br /&gt;NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed a glass of water after that. Then Commander Evan explained about some sort of job class dance competition, and he wanted a thousand warriors to dance simultaneously to the song. The other job classes were doing it as well, and he hopes this will not only raise morale, but he also hopes it would beat the annual champions, the Jesters. I guess around 90% of the warriors objected, but we were all immediately snapped back into obedience as we were told it was an order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair that you women warriors don't get to participate. Heck, why are the top brass even coming up with these events? Oh well, at least our song isn't as horrifying as the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ipuUpJTRqXM"&gt;Jester's song&lt;/a&gt; for this year. Yet they manage to win every time! (It must be their outfits...) Their song still gives me the chills, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe, and I'll see you at that event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OOC: Credits go to YouTube and Disney for songs used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-7997524031131082583?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/7997524031131082583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/morale-boosting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/7997524031131082583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/7997524031131082583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/morale-boosting.html' title='Morale Boosting'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-2435916379169325625</id><published>2009-10-18T14:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:32:34.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reporters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kewkies and Kreme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><title type='text'>Cookies and Cream</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember those nosy reporters I told you about the other day? They're still on the loose and trying to be as nosy as possible to the people they victimize! Unfortunately, the commander has ignored my petition to shut down their operations, so I have no choice but to act like a vigilante and perform my duty as a Knight to protect those in need! From what I've heard from newbie adventurers, their next target was an unlikely couple named &lt;a href="http://kewkiesandkreme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kew&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kewkiesandkreme.blogspot.com/"&gt;kies and Kreme&lt;/a&gt;. A merchant told me they're chronicling an epic journey for the Dragon Expedition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bestuff.com/images/images_of_stuff/210x600/cookies-n-cream-8746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 271px;" src="http://bestuff.com/images/images_of_stuff/210x600/cookies-n-cream-8746.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(What entered my mind when I heard their names.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder how they got those fitting names. (Although people do ask us about our names as well, no?) I will perform a duty whether they like it or not, I WILL PROTECT THEM! I brought my riot gear with me just to be sure. I eventually caught up to them and introduced myself. The defender or justice! The bane of all malice! I AM PRAWNT, THE TEMPURA KNIGHT!!! Well, I had to make an entrance at least. At first, they didn't believe me when I told them about these nosy reporters they were scheduled to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had no choice but to show them an exhibition of what I can do! I performed all sorts of tricks that I use in the troupe; the super saiyan, the tempura fighting combos, and even the clock head trick. I could tell you Ebbie, they looked pretty impressed. Then I put on my riot gear to show them how large my shield was for them to hide behind. Who knows when those journalists may be lurking somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Stq0eCgHnSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/p1iRYQG9hNw/s1600-h/kew1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Stq0eCgHnSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/p1iRYQG9hNw/s320/kew1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393821931890253090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kewkies complained of all the breadrolls and parfaits she had been having, so I gave both of them twenty slices of cake each. When we got to the meeting point in Odellia, I did my best to hide them both as their bodyguard detail, but Mizureii drove me out by bombarding me with her magic. I had no choice but to leave them be, shouting, "ENJOY YOUR INTERVIEW!!!" as I ran off into the horizon as the sun started to set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Stq1pj1VQRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/iTOmVy-zuGY/s1600-h/kew2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Stq1pj1VQRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/iTOmVy-zuGY/s320/kew2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393823229327786258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup, another day for the glorious Tempura Knight, Prawnter Tartareus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe, and uphold the Warrior's Code!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OOC: Many thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://kewkiesandkreme.blogspot.com"&gt;Kewkies and Kreme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for this collaborative! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-2435916379169325625?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/2435916379169325625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/cookies-and-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/2435916379169325625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/2435916379169325625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/cookies-and-cream.html' title='Cookies and Cream'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Stq0eCgHnSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/p1iRYQG9hNw/s72-c/kew1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-2956614246588540958</id><published>2009-10-18T11:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T12:38:45.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lumberjacks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woodie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elluman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission'/><title type='text'>A Lumbering Task</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was instructed by our squad captain to gather lumber during our patrol in Ocher Forest. My mates and I spread out to search for the resource and eventually I went solo. I think I went quite far as the camp I left behind looked like a tiny ant from where I was standing. These Ocher Forest Brownwoods are ancient trees that are probably even older than the Dragons themselves! The government has even issued a mandate to ban the cutting of Ocher Forest Brownwoods, to maintain the forest ecosystem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our main mission was to root out these illegal lumberjacks who have been hired by Paris herself to cut down all these trees to make way for something big. It may sound ironic, but we were told to gather lumber to create tree forts. I guess it's better than being rooted to the ground eh? There were many of these illegal loggers, attacking us with their sophisticated cutting tools upon sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StqYCUDW8ZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/By4eZRkAqXg/s1600-h/lumber1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StqYCUDW8ZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/By4eZRkAqXg/s320/lumber1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393790669239546258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They somehow attacked one of our outposts and took control of it, and we did a quick sweep of the area, to rid the outpost of lumberjacks. Once we took control of the outpost, we then set off to gather more lumber to repair the said outpost. There have been reports of a 'Yakult King' and its impostors roaming the forest in search of Dragonian Expediters who may be unfortunate enough to cross its path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, when I accidentally fell of this canopy, I landed into this small clearing and of all the luck, the Yakult King, Elluman was in front of me with his minions! I had no choice but to draw my trusty broom and attack these fiendish creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StqZJXsSxlI/AAAAAAAAAPY/zwO-z_7cRes/s1600-h/lumber2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StqZJXsSxlI/AAAAAAAAAPY/zwO-z_7cRes/s320/lumber2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393791889987257938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to clear most of his lackeys, but Elluman seemed as if he wouldn't fall so easily. I knew I had to bring out the big guns so I summoned by "super saiyan" strength to defeat him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StqZimj4K_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/GTN5AN88rHU/s1600-h/lumber3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StqZimj4K_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/GTN5AN88rHU/s320/lumber3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393792323475221490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I did that, he flinched a bit. He was probably afraid of my flaming aura, as Elluman is made of wood. With that one moment he flinched, I immediately seized the opportunity to launch a counter attack on the Yakult King. I swear, it was as if my strength was going over nine thousand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StqaoB7xT5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/DbYeH8F1Dtg/s1600-h/lumber4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StqaoB7xT5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/DbYeH8F1Dtg/s320/lumber4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393793516234166162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I finally defeated him, I was surprised as a puff of smoke enveloped the monster and it reverted into a poor Woodie! This Woodie must have been a victim of black magic of some sort. I examined the Woodie to see if it was still breathing, but all it did was it looked at me, smiled, and closed its eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a bit sad that it died, as this Woodie was another victim of black magic. And that black magic corrupted and twisted it to an extent that it turned into something horrible. When I returned to camp, my mates said that they encountered Yakult Kings as well, but the couldn't find the real Elluman, who is apparently the most intelligent of all the Yakult Kings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're headed for the Pinecone Knoll, Ebbie? There have been reports that the Lumberjack Foreman, Karlberg has been spotted there! Adventurers are headed there this instant to put a stop to his logging operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe Ebbie, and watch out for those lumberjacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Surely you would need this right? I know you've been getting stronger so you deserve this. That impostor Elluman dropped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attached: Spiral Helm x1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-2956614246588540958?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/2956614246588540958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/lumbering-task.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/2956614246588540958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/2956614246588540958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/lumbering-task.html' title='A Lumbering Task'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StqYCUDW8ZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/By4eZRkAqXg/s72-c/lumber1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-7449010181995253820</id><published>2009-10-18T10:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T10:43:40.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reporters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DGN Dose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yaoi'/><title type='text'>Some Nosy Reporters</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strange letter appeared in my mailbox the other day. Amongst the usual myriad of letters you stuff into my mail, I found something unique. It was different from your Woodie-scented letters, and it looked kinda professional, as it was written in brown paper. The text was also typewritten, and it read, "We're from the Dragonica Dose! If you have the time, we'd like to interview you! Meet us at Mystia Lane in Odellia if you're interested. Thank you!". The &lt;a href="http://dgndose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dragonica Dose&lt;/a&gt;? Was that some kind of medicine or some kind of newspaper? I only read The Libra Times and the Daily Odellia. Whatever it was, I first thought this might be some kind of scam, so off I went to Mystia Lane in Odellia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving, I was already being followed by several newbies staring at my glossy armor, and even a few wide-eyed warriors who are probably aspiring to become like me. It felt good Ebbie. However, something was not right. Among these newbies that came and went, two people approached me, a magician and a thief. (Though in reality, they're a warmage and a ninja in newbie clothing.) They seemed elated to see me and grabbed me immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Stp5Lbr9N1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/pVAriyVbXhE/s1600-h/reporter3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Stp5Lbr9N1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/pVAriyVbXhE/s320/reporter3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393756741047236434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two introduced themselves as reporters for the Dragonica Dose. Mizureii, a loli-face and her sidekick, Dobby who looked pretty abused by her. After settling down a bit, they asked me the most outrageous questions. Believe me Ebbie, you don't wanna know what they asked me. It'd be too much for your fragile and innocent mind. They also asked about what happened to Toby. The truth is, I released him into the Ocher Forest several days earlier, and he left me a few feathers to remember him by. Toby needed to grow so I had to release him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dobby wanted to date you. I showed him a thing or two by hitting him with my sword's hilt. No one gets close to my sister but me! Am I being overprotective Ebbie? Just party with your gal pals, and never party with any guy without my permission. Dad's too old to keep an eye on you so he instructed me to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the two, Mizureii was the nosiest asking all these yaoi-related questions even to the point of inspecting my butt to see if it was "Uke enough". As for Dobby, Mizureii forced me to kiss him. Well I was surprised at first but I had grown almost used to it because of the countless times Irichi forced me to kiss the other guys by "accident". (I gulped a whole bottle of beer after that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Stp8g1jKXTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qbrs-oPbsck/s1600-h/reporter1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Stp8g1jKXTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qbrs-oPbsck/s320/reporter1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393760407301807410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was also one part after that kiss when Mizureii was forcing Dobby to "date" me. Ugh, that interview was really tense on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder how they found out about my letters when I send them to your mailbox privately. Perhaps they intercept couriers and mailmen to get "the scoop" huh? I'll never know how they do it, but these journalists have their ways. If I had to rate their magazine along the Libra Times among others, they'd fit perfectly in the "Gossip &amp;amp; Entertainment" section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the interview, we had a little courtesy picture, for keeps. Really, Mizureii is a loli-face. You know how I like loli Ebbie. They're my second favorite. The first? I'll tell you the next time we meet. (It has something to do with tentacles. ;D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Stp9R2bj7UI/AAAAAAAAAPI/sXO5fJh2pTY/s1600-h/reporter2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Stp9R2bj7UI/AAAAAAAAAPI/sXO5fJh2pTY/s320/reporter2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393761249351953730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I advise you to keep watch of your letters, as these nosy reporters may come after you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe, be always alert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OOC: Thanks to Mizureii and Dobby from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://dgndose.blogspot.com/"&gt;DGN Dose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for this collaborative entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-7449010181995253820?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/7449010181995253820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-nosy-reporters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/7449010181995253820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/7449010181995253820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-nosy-reporters.html' title='Some Nosy Reporters'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Stp5Lbr9N1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/pVAriyVbXhE/s72-c/reporter3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-9190560327242408269</id><published>2009-10-17T19:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:54:04.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swamps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queen vella'/><title type='text'>Visiting Vella</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Ceaz and I went into the Faeras Swamplands to do a little bit of exploring. Ceaz was looking for snail shells to collect, while I was instructed by my commanding officer to scout the area for Queen Vella's movements. It would be troublesome if we had encountered Vella during our scouting run, right? After all, there were only two of us. After two hours of trekking, we eventually found ourselves in a deep part of the swamp. Armored snails were now patrolling the area and we engaged some of their squads to decrease their numbers a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Stmmz9tG1zI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Q2YdjxSS4qQ/s1600-h/vella5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Stmmz9tG1zI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Q2YdjxSS4qQ/s320/vella5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393525440420173618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though they were armored, they could easily be defeated by knocking them over and hitting their underside. It was quite fun, to be honest. These were Queen Vella's minions anyway. After engaging a few more of their patrols, we accidentally found Queen Vella and her entourage! This wasp queen looked rather angry as she raised her staff and ordered her minions to attack us by buzzing her wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into quite a brawl, I tried to distract Vella by provoking her to come after me, while Ceaz went after the lackeys to dwindle down their numbers. Ebbie, you've been to the swamps right? Have you noticed how diverse her minions are? You've got these wasps, swamp monsters, fireflies, beetles, snails, giant humanoid flies, webfoot lizards, diles, and even a few boombooms. It makes me wonder how she got all these monsters working together. (Well, she IS a queen after all, I guess...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StmoPl354zI/AAAAAAAAAOg/v5R2nYquckg/s1600-h/vella1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StmoPl354zI/AAAAAAAAAOg/v5R2nYquckg/s320/vella1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393527014570976050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, It was quite chaotic. It took us a while to get rid of her lackeys until Vella surrendered, and fell to the ground, out of energy. Her minions then flew her out to safety. We did it! Ceaz was also happy as he was able to collect all these marvelous snail shells he found. As he was picking up some spoils in the area, I noticed something Ebbie. Something... or someone was watching us then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around the area cautiously, and tried to look for that 'presence'. I'm not really sure of what I saw, but the only glimpse I found was a floating figure, curvaceous, womanly, had black garments, and if my pervert's eyes do not fail me, a black thong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StmpeJz-hiI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ZFjcrxU1O3Q/s1600-h/vella3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StmpeJz-hiI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ZFjcrxU1O3Q/s320/vella3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393528364247975458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I blushed for a second when I saw that thong. When I blinked, all I saw was a trail of black smoke, left behind by that womanly figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Stmp1Fs9a0I/AAAAAAAAAOw/ogzXI9Gf4ec/s1600-h/vella4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Stmp1Fs9a0I/AAAAAAAAAOw/ogzXI9Gf4ec/s320/vella4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393528758281792322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what could that have been? I'm not so sure of what I saw. Was that the fabled witch named Paris, like in Arcanist Pablo's stories? A chill was sent up my spine, just thinking about it. Then again, when I thought about that thong I warmed up. It was an unsettling yet titillating feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're headed for the swamps now Ebbie? I ask that you take care. Watch out for crocodiles, especially for a big, angry one named Protoscous, he hates us Dragonians with a passion. Oh, and if you come across any Fungoid merchants, patronize 'em, they sell pretty good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe, watch out for snails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-9190560327242408269?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/9190560327242408269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/visiting-vella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/9190560327242408269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/9190560327242408269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/visiting-vella.html' title='Visiting Vella'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Stmmz9tG1zI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Q2YdjxSS4qQ/s72-c/vella5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-1573058761921810628</id><published>2009-10-17T08:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:15:27.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paladin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission'/><title type='text'>Rioting At Libra</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard about the recent rioting that occurred in Libra? I advise you to stay clear of Libra in the following days. Most Dragonians would usually fight monsters, but it really is unsightly to see us Dragonians fighting amongst ourselves, especially when the awakening of Elga is at hand. Apparently it all started as a small argument at the market place over some mercenaries and Dragon Expedition-affiliated groups. The argument eventually evolved into a full-scale riot, thanks to some drunken adventurers "adding fire to the flame".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StkXlRigErI/AAAAAAAAANg/rnAEzQF68J8/s1600-h/riotprawnt2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StkXlRigErI/AAAAAAAAANg/rnAEzQF68J8/s320/riotprawnt2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393367957883589298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The riot almost devastated the marketplace, overwhelming the town guards who tried to subdue them. They tipped over trade caravans and destroyed public property like benches and lamp posts. Eventually us Paladins were summoned by Commander Hoffman to suit up into riot gear. The riot task force is called S.W.E.A.T. (Special Warrior Engagement Anti-Riot Team) , and we were instructed not to hurt anyone, just quell the force through non-lethal means. We were only armed with a huge shield to push back the rioters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StkZJqazsGI/AAAAAAAAANo/A-CsP87XE3Q/s1600-h/riotprawnt1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StkZJqazsGI/AAAAAAAAANo/A-CsP87XE3Q/s320/riotprawnt1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393369682549125218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rioters tried to fend us off with their weapons and magic, but it was no use as we were able to resist all of their attacks, until our squad leader threw a sleep grenade to pacify the rioters and capture them. We were able to arrest a total of 157 people, with several charges made against them. Total damages done to the place would estimate to as much as 9,500 gold pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then found out that the root of the argument was the salaries between Dragon Expediters and mercenaries, with the mercenaries saying that their pay wasn't as high as the expediters. Those drunks provoked the two heated parties and eventually an unstoppable chain reaction occurred. Even some sophisticated mages got caught up in the riot and were arrested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe Ebbie, and steer clear of Libra for the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-1573058761921810628?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1573058761921810628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/riot-at-libra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/1573058761921810628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/1573058761921810628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/riot-at-libra.html' title='Rioting At Libra'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StkXlRigErI/AAAAAAAAANg/rnAEzQF68J8/s72-c/riotprawnt2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-2879130142091604552</id><published>2009-10-15T21:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:34:04.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sieg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yaoi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irichi'/><title type='text'>A Possible Uniform</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Dear Ms. Ebbie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hi there Ebbie, this is Sieg, Prawnt's guild master from the Newtypes Coalition of Free Fighters. If you could tell me why Prawnt hasn't shown up at our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;headquarters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; yet, it would really be a great help for us. Anyway, let me tell you something. Though we've been disbanded, I was thinking of putting the guild back together again with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; twist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;. So I have decided that our guild should have uniforms!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Whether they be a warrior, thief, mage or archer, they will have to wear a specific uniform. It was really hard thinking up of what everyone should wear. People have always regarded my tastes as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;flamboyant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; or simply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;extravagant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;, but nevertheless, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I know what people want to wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;~. Haha! I haven't thought up of anything nice for the ladies to wear but for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;! Oh my~ I could already envision it in my mind that we'd be wearing the same outfit in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So I tried rounding up all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; guildies I could get in touch with, but only your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  brother Prawnt came. Your dear brother was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;compassionate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; enough to test run my little outfit~! It cost a bit of cash, but the designer has taste, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;magnifique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;, I must say! We were actually together in the same room, just the two of us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;! It was a pity my girlfriend Mynthe couldn't make it for this little test run, though she was the one who picked the outfit! (I could also swear someone was watching us from the shadows...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Anyway, it took a bit of time and persuasion (almost two hours, new record!) to get him to wear it, but here it is! The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;kreme de la kreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StchfPkqSTI/AAAAAAAAANY/G6uEJkLp7LA/s1600-h/smexyprawnt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StchfPkqSTI/AAAAAAAAANY/G6uEJkLp7LA/s320/smexyprawnt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392815899439417650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Voila~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Don't you think that outfit looks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;faaaaaabulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;? He only wore it for like, ten seconds though. But that really got me going to have more ordered for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;all the guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;~. All those open bare chests, I'd be filled with bliss~ haha! I tried to persuade him to strut it around town, but he kept making up this excuse that he still had other plans and stuff. I just told him to come back to do it another day and he agreed. I haven't heard from him since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Please reply, my dear Ebbie. You simply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; tell me where your fabulous brother is hiding right now. If you tell me, I'll make sure you get a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;faaabulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; outfit too, I could almost die seeing all the girls in those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; outfits I have in mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So here's hoping for your reply, my dear Ebbie~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;With regards~,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sieg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;P.S. Prawnt goes well together with Ceaz right? OH MY GOSH you should write to me about that too~! Anyway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;tata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-2879130142091604552?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/2879130142091604552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/possible-uniform.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/2879130142091604552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/2879130142091604552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/possible-uniform.html' title='A Possible Uniform'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StchfPkqSTI/AAAAAAAAANY/G6uEJkLp7LA/s72-c/smexyprawnt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-6665033171549517336</id><published>2009-10-15T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:03:57.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cailey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>I Have WHAT???</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another dream Ebbie. Nope, I haven't eaten anything weird, it just so happened that this dream was plain weird. It started in the port of Libra, and here I was in town, alone. There were no people or anything. Okay, maybe there WERE people but all of them looked as if they were frozen by time itself. It was as if I was inside a picture, and everything was still. This gave an eerie feeling. All of a sudden, I heard laughing. Child-like, so there must be children in the area. I looked around and found two children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough, they resembled Ceaz and Cailey very much. Looks like they were playing "tag" until they saw me. Both of their heads darted towards me when I approached them and they looked very happy to see me. However, I didn't expect the following events, as they kept calling me their dad. I just stood there, dumbfounded and flabbergasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StcbnR73CXI/AAAAAAAAANI/V8WUQg3DXGg/s1600-h/dream1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StcbnR73CXI/AAAAAAAAANI/V8WUQg3DXGg/s320/dream1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392809440442780018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could say next was "WHAT???" and they both laughed. Ceaz and Cailey kept calling me their "daddy" as I was still scratching my head over all this. Cailey then asked where's their mommy. Ceaz also followed, persistently asking "WHERE'S MOMMY???" over and over again. Hyperactive little brat. Then they ran around in circles, shouting "Where's Mommy?" and I just stood there, still speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Stcdb8xfbiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/DjxF7iQwmB8/s1600-h/dream2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Stcdb8xfbiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/DjxF7iQwmB8/s320/dream2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392811444806839842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept running until I got dizzy. Eventually I passed out and I was back in the real world again. Now that dream made me think. If Ceaz and Cailey were my children, WHO WAS THE MOTHER???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe Ebbie, don't get weird dreams like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-6665033171549517336?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/6665033171549517336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/6665033171549517336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/6665033171549517336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-what.html' title='I Have WHAT???'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StcbnR73CXI/AAAAAAAAANI/V8WUQg3DXGg/s72-c/dream1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-3251434831526030088</id><published>2009-10-14T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:03:38.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><title type='text'>Fan Art?</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through my mail the other day and found this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StWq6bMDVnI/AAAAAAAAANA/Y3yh00ANI4A/s1600-h/Prawnt.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StWq6bMDVnI/AAAAAAAAANA/Y3yh00ANI4A/s320/Prawnt.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392404049553479282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm... speechless. I later found out this little caricature came from Marj. (I didn't know that loli could draw anything aside from stick figures and scribbles.) Could that mean this is my very first piece of fan art??? Really, I was expecting something more knightly and noble than this, but it's better than nothing, right? Come to think of it, it's pretty cute. Suits my name well, no? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I already getting famous around El Grego or am I just hallucinating from alcohol again? Never mind. I hope to expect more of these. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OOC: Many thanks to Marj for this one. Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-3251434831526030088?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/3251434831526030088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/fan-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/3251434831526030088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/3251434831526030088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/fan-art.html' title='Fan Art?'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StWq6bMDVnI/AAAAAAAAANA/Y3yh00ANI4A/s72-c/Prawnt.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-5776382843212018966</id><published>2009-10-14T12:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:03:13.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manskirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='combat'/><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know I've met lots of weird people, had a lot of weird experiences, and more weird encounters. But that dream I had the other night was too frightening and was almost too real. I really don't know what happened before I experienced that nightmare, but the last thing I remember was that this hooded woman in black left the pub at Libra where my friends and I usually hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it probably wasn't liquor because I don't drink much. (Remember what happened the last time I got drunk?) Anyway, I remember the barkeep serving these peanuts as my buddies and I exchanged stories and other tales with each other.  I'd normally wolf down these peanuts but for some reason, it was as if each peanut was worth a meal. It felt heavy as I ate one.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ezeedeals.in/rythubazar/catalog/images/peanuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://ezeedeals.in/rythubazar/catalog/images/peanuts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I then started to feel sick, and so did my buddies. We decided to call it a night and I immediately went back to my room. Then I started to have this dream. Everything was dark, like that Dark World we go to. However, something was different. I couldn't find my paladin gear anywhere. I was dressed in a weird ensemble. A gaudy breastplate and an embarrassing manskirt similar to what gladiators would wear. A voice in my head then boomed all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thou who seeketh justice must find it. Thou who protects must do thy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; duty. Go forth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StVVs4HoubI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6NKdVTTXqDs/s1600-h/night1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StVVs4HoubI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6NKdVTTXqDs/s320/night1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392310358313056690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I almost freaked out for a second, especially in my drafty attire. It was really breezy wearing that manskirt, you know? Anyway, that place was similar to the Dark World. It had glowing monsters and everything. These monsters were tough to beat, as my armor barely gave much defense, and my sword isn't as strong as it looked. When one of the monsters hit me with its axe, I noticed that my cheek started to bleed. I touched it and saw my own blood. Was this really a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I pushed forward, struggling wave after wave of monsters. It was really strange that these monsters kept muttering things. Things like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go back to whence you came...&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dost thou seeketh truth?&lt;/span&gt;", it was driving me nuts and it made my head hurt. And their words, it almost sounds as if they were from the years of old. Are these the tormented souls of the Dragon War? I haven't seen so many spectral armors that many before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the end of the corridor, I finally found the big boss. He exactly looked like Night Lord (the ancient war machine), but it spoke, surprisingly. It was the voice I heard earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StVXWKc16OI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VakeUNd40oE/s1600-h/night3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StVXWKc16OI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VakeUNd40oE/s320/night3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392312167120103650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thou hast done well in thy tribulations. Thou must now face thy power, prepare thyself, seeker of truth and justice, or submit!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to understand his ancient lingo but I had no choice but to fight this enigmatic being. He was tough. He kept teleporting from place to place and kept creating copies of himself, all while muttering things like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Return from whence you came...&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thou cannot protect when thou art weak...&lt;/span&gt;". Strange enough, those things somehow wanted to make me cry because it held some truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I tried to hit him, it was as if he was invincible. All my attacks were being deflected back to me which in turn gave me serious injuries. It was really hard, I swore I was on the verge of death that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a look at myself again. My sword looked nice but it wasn't as strong as the one I used, and without my gallant armor, I couldn't withstand as much hits as I could. My shield looked the same but it wasn't as durable as the one I always held. What can a person do to protect the ones he loves, when he cannot protect even himself. Teary-eyed, I still had to fight. Screw it if wasn't a dream or not, my point was that I wanted to protect people, regardless of what may happen to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that realization, a flash of light enveloped me and I was surprised to find myself in my paladin armor again. Even Toby appeared, miraculously. With that, I felt as if I regained strength and my attacks were finally starting to hit this nightmarish thing. From that point on it became easy and the boss was finally defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StVa1lDLV4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/NynS0Qb3KZ0/s1600-h/night2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StVa1lDLV4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/NynS0Qb3KZ0/s320/night2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392316005371041666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It broke into pieces and I heard the screams of a myriad of souls, wailing as they broke free from the machine. I then heard the voice again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thou hast done well in thy trial and tribulation. Thou hast finally found meaning in thy self. May thou be blessed for the years to come.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Farewell...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bright light then blinded my vision and I found myself in bed again in my underwear. Was it really a dream? I looked at a nearby mirror and found a small scar on my cheek. When I looked under my shirt, I found scratches and other bruises that hurt. I had them treated by Cailey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I sound crazy Ebbie? No matter what happened, all of it just did. I don't want it happening to you, but from now on, promise me that you will find me when you are in trouble, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe, and watch what you eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-5776382843212018966?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5776382843212018966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5776382843212018966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5776382843212018966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StVVs4HoubI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6NKdVTTXqDs/s72-c/night1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-1134143450290578565</id><published>2009-10-13T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:02:36.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>I Miss You Again</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a short break from traveling with the troupe and eventually found myself in Vine Forest (of all places). I was surprised to find that there were these monstrous tree creatures called Yakults. Now I have yet to find their king called Elluman, but Vine Forest seemed eerily peaceful. I secured a small area near some giant thorns and kicked the corpses of some Wings (giant fly creatures) and Yakults into a nearby ravine. What surprised me next was that I found this small bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StRqj2u3F-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/fYMsVgDZ3uE/s1600-h/vinfor1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StRqj2u3F-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/fYMsVgDZ3uE/s320/vinfor1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392051818089355234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cute. The innocent face, that timid facade, its meekness, oh Ebbie, the bunny really reminded me of you. I even closed my eyes to reminisce those days when we were together. Remember that time when Dad scolded me for killing a rabbit? He then compared the rabbit to you. A delicate person like my little sister is almost as delicate as a rabbit's meekness. Haha, now I'm getting too sappy aren't I? That just shows how much I care for you Ebbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Yakult appeared behind me but I easily killed it. It was interrupting my moment of peace anyway. The bunny seemed scared but when I took out a carrot from my pouch, he nibbled on it. Reminds me of how you nibble the biscuits I give you, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about we meet again in Libra sometime? No tempura dinners on that day, it'll be your call! I know you love Lobster Thermidor. A bit expensive but I guess it's worth every coin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay safe, I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother, Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. That Yakult dropped this when I killed it. It should suit your class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attached: Cape of the Jungle x1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-1134143450290578565?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/1134143450290578565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-miss-you-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/1134143450290578565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/1134143450290578565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-miss-you-again.html' title='I Miss You Again'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StRqj2u3F-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/fYMsVgDZ3uE/s72-c/vinfor1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-8599234602701003054</id><published>2009-10-13T15:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:01:35.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zakriid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yaoi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irichi'/><title type='text'>Scandalous~ (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dear Ebbie-chan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again, it's me, Irichi! Ever since people have gone their separate ways I've been stalking Prawnt for two reasons: the first is that I want to see him in m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ore scandalous situations, and the second one is so that I could watch him for you. That no-good brother of yours has been picking on my little sister Marj again. Anyway, I was looking around Libra when I saw Zak and Prawnt having a chat together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now most of the pics I've been taking recently are forced by me thanks to my superior assassin cloaking skills. If I see the boys getting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;a bit too close to each ot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;her, I swiftly move to force them into a position that would unleash all yaoi fangirl love. I took this one recently after doing that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StQu81FzXdI/AAAAAAAAAMY/08UsrUSg2pk/s1600-h/prawntxzak.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StQu81FzXdI/AAAAAAAAAMY/08UsrUSg2pk/s320/prawntxzak.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391986276447772114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that? See that? I'm not really sure what I did but it looks as if they were kissing right? KYAAAAAAAA~ even poor little Toby is confused! Just look at his face! Hmm, if I remember correctly, both of them were eating some taffy and they were fighting over the last long piece. Prawnt was biting it on one end and Zak on the other, and then that's where I came in. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this would be karma for him, forgetting my birthday and forgetting to treat us to ice cream! This is how I get back at Prawnt. More scandalous pics will come Ebbie-chan, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Big Sis,&lt;br /&gt;Irichi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-8599234602701003054?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/8599234602701003054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/scandalous-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/8599234602701003054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/8599234602701003054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/scandalous-2.html' title='Scandalous~ (2)'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StQu81FzXdI/AAAAAAAAAMY/08UsrUSg2pk/s72-c/prawntxzak.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-6918013860019463813</id><published>2009-10-12T19:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:01:08.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odellia'/><title type='text'>Reminiscing...</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you're still helping out new adventurers. Do you still remember what prompted me to become a knight? I want to protect people. Not just you Ebbie, not just our friends, but to those who are in need of it. Us Knights and Paladins, although not the best in offense would make it up for our great defense. That reminds me Ebbie, remember when I started adventuring? You were still helping out at Dad's shrimp stand that time, as Mum said you weren't ready to go on adventures yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StMW9ary9iI/AAAAAAAAALw/G3q7zVrfW-c/s1600-h/rem4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StMW9ary9iI/AAAAAAAAALw/G3q7zVrfW-c/s320/rem4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391678423283463714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that day as if it were the day before yesterday. I was at Honor's Path, Odellia, where all aspiring warriors trained. As many of the other warriors went off into Windia Plains, there I was, daydreaming on the bridge. Gazing at the water below me, and wondering how my life would turn out from here. Clutching that heavy sword and struggling with my bulky armor, I set out to do some adventuring in the nearby woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after I entered, I already heard a ruckus, as some picnicking Odellian civilians were fleeing from something. I then found this woman who had tripped, and I rushed to ask her what happened, helping her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StMX8zxrTeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/AmFbxOuG0Uk/s1600-h/rem1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StMX8zxrTeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/AmFbxOuG0Uk/s320/rem1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391679512350772706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that they were going to have a picnic when all of a sudden, these bloodthirsty wolves attacked out of nowhere. Wolves haven't attacked people before, as they would usually prey on sheep instead. Something fishy was going on. Up ahead, I saw some guards struggling with a vicious wolf. They were trying to fend it off, until one of them got seriously injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StMYmX52E2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/mY8ICxMpxUU/s1600-h/rem2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StMYmX52E2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/mY8ICxMpxUU/s320/rem2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391680226423346018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly rushed in , letting out a battlecry. I leaped forth and went at the wolf directly. I almost stumbled, but I maintained my composure. I was still headstrong back then thinking, "This was going to be a piece of cake!". Well, after a few scratches I was able to defeat it. Up ahead, we saw a few more wolves approaching. With the help of the guards, we were able to fend them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I was shaking in my boots during this time. I got injured, but it was only minor. I really didn't know what to expect as I swung my sword carelessly. I needed to stick to a certain fighting style suitable for someone like me. We then heard a loud howling in the distance. Somewhere in our minds we knew that this was no ordinary wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StMaj9iIuuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ldMTQKD25Nw/s1600-h/rem5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StMaj9iIuuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ldMTQKD25Nw/s320/rem5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391682384008100578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was the fabled Big Bad Wolf. No wonder it was called as such. No one has seen a wolf that huge. I told the guards to go home so they can take their comrade to the infirmary. Whatever it was that was in my mind Ebbie, I knew that I had to stop this monster from reaching Odellia. Maintaining my stance and saying a small prayer, I awaited the large beast as he lunged towards me. I kept dodging his attacks by rolling to the side or simply jumping over his claw swipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StMb9gVgt8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/cEQRck7H2TY/s1600-h/rem3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StMb9gVgt8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/cEQRck7H2TY/s320/rem3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391683922358745026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After harassing him with my hit-and-run technique, the Big Bad Wolf was finally defeated. Defeated as he is, he stood on two legs, crying and wringing his paws, as if he were begging for mercy. Being the noble warrior that I was, I let him go under the condition that he doesn't come near Odellia anymore. With that, he gave a nod and ran off. The rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you should tell your trainees about my little tale huh? Do I sound like I'm full of hot air again? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Ebbie, remember that warriors are the melee muscle of any guild. People nowadays keep focusing on finding jesters, battlemages and acolytes because they are the most versatile. However, it is us warriors that also form the backbone of armies as foot soldiers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay safe Ebbie, until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-6918013860019463813?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/6918013860019463813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/reminiscing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/6918013860019463813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/6918013860019463813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing...'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StMW9ary9iI/AAAAAAAAALw/G3q7zVrfW-c/s72-c/rem4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-6867318913856494117</id><published>2009-10-12T11:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:00:44.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilds'/><title type='text'>Joining the Circus</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may know, these are tough times that we live in. The economy has inflated drastically, the price of souls has skyrocketed, and many businesses have gone bankrupt because of increased incidents of trade robberies among others. That is why many of us knights have been dispatched all over the El Grego continent to keep the peace. You could also find smaller organizations, probably mercenaries, vigilantes, and even neutral private armies around the continent. El Grego is definitely Dragonica's melting pot nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, the Newtypes guild hasn't been really active in missions, and Guildmaster Sieg decided to temporarily disband us, so that we wouldn't lose money every month due to inactivity. Guildless, I looked around all these recruitment hubs in Libra. Many of them come from all walks of life. From a guild of mages, to warrior-merchants, and even archer-economists. Who knew a single bullet from a Ranger's gatling cannon could cost so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oMLFVLYskis/SbZGkn-UIiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3o3DaJPLY2Q/s400/jester_hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oMLFVLYskis/SbZGkn-UIiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3o3DaJPLY2Q/s400/jester_hat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A small group caught my eye though. They were performing a few parlor tricks for some spare cash. Trobadours, I think they were called. They were composed of two jesters and a few mages. With the jesters dancing and the mages doing all those fire tricks, I'd say it was pretty impressive even if it were just a handful of people watching them. Four performers? Not much, but it was entertaining at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, two men approached one of the jesters, threatening them to leave because it was their vending spot they were performing on. The two of them brandished their swords and guns on the performers. Warrior-merchants, they were. However, they were in a public area, and that gives the performers the right to perform there! I couldn't stand for this injustice so I intervened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into a short fight with the ruffians, they didn't even let me finish my introduction of rank, file and affiliation! These warrior-merchants were cheaters! Using both guns and swords for combat, it does not follow the rules of proper engagement! Nevertheless, they were no match for me and my Tornado Tempura Combo. After knocking them out, I had them sent to jail by the authorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StKlRwdv3VI/AAAAAAAAALY/j8zSXG9vMnw/s1600-h/tornadotempura.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StKlRwdv3VI/AAAAAAAAALY/j8zSXG9vMnw/s320/tornadotempura.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391553428401937746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually got acquainted with their leader, iQJoker (or just Joker), who dreams that his troupe would become a circus someday. He has been looking for talented people, but hasn't had much luck so far. They were headed for the Heroes' Sanctuaries, looking for a certain relic that gives good luck. With nothing else to do, I accompanied them. The other performers set up camp to rest, while I joined iQJoker on his reconnaissance rounds. The ghost of Captain Artis is still restless, and may strike at any moment in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of us scoured the area for any movements. We might run into Artis, or worse, that thing called Usar. Usar is a restless spirit of a prince that was slain during the Dragon War. Looks like he was also under the influence of dark magic, like Artis. We found more statues in a certain area and I found this peculiar sign near one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StKmOoufsbI/AAAAAAAAALg/Fwah0goFxoM/s1600-h/circus1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StKmOoufsbI/AAAAAAAAALg/Fwah0goFxoM/s320/circus1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391554474296717746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shortly after I bowed, this door appeared nearby and when we entered, Artis was there to welcome us with an army of skeletons. Joker spots the charm on Artis' helm, and we fought the restless ghost. There were tons of skeletons as usual, but they were no match for us. Just annoying, though. Artis was still persistent with his magic spells and spear thrusts. I had to parry all of those spears so that Joker could attack him freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StKm_7Io_6I/AAAAAAAAALo/Cy0iWh2ZQ9E/s1600-h/circus3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StKm_7Io_6I/AAAAAAAAALo/Cy0iWh2ZQ9E/s320/circus3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391555321051807650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we finally defeated Artis, I examined the helm and found the charm. I then gave it to Joker and he was elated. We then returned to the camp and he showed everyone the charm he found. Joker then offered me to join their troupe as their bouncer. They really needed someone to defend them from any trouble so I accepted his offer. I'm only staying until they become better though. If they grow larger, they will no longer need my services and I will have to find another guild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using my bulk, I control crowds that come to watch them perform nowadays. Joker's still hoping people would join his troupe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe, and enjoy yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-6867318913856494117?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/6867318913856494117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/joining-circus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/6867318913856494117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/6867318913856494117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/joining-circus.html' title='Joining the Circus'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oMLFVLYskis/SbZGkn-UIiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3o3DaJPLY2Q/s72-c/jester_hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-3350721565748430180</id><published>2009-10-11T17:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:00:20.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zakriid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mage'/><title type='text'>I DID WHAT???</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may know, a knight's job is to protect people, not only those who are close to him, but also those who are in dire need of his protection. Strangers, Ebbie. If they ask for help or are about to meet their demise, it is our job to intervene and preserve life. Now let me tell you a little story of how I got acquainted with a good friend of mine. We met in Valid Raeth a few weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StGnOEXOyQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9j7xmM0LbNs/s1600-h/magmusentry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StGnOEXOyQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9j7xmM0LbNs/s320/magmusentry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391274089070381314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing my rounds around Valid Raeth to help preserve the peace and make safe passage for travelers between Libra and Magmus. Knights are usually sent in groups of two, composed of a knight and a ranger, some Ballistae would be stationed in some areas to provide long-range support, while us Paladins go solo, looking for monster ambush parties that may prey upon adventurers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While patrolling around the ridge area, I saw this battlemage spamming some magic on skeletons that have found her. I really couldn't make it out because I'm nearsighted. Now it was all coming together. Woman in trouble = damsel in distress. This looks like a job for Prawnt, the Tempura Knight! I quickly drew my sword, and charged right for the bloody skeletons. You should've heard my battlecry Ebbie, it REALLY diverts people's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I eliminated the enemies in front of her, the mage just stood there, stunned. Obviously, she must have been amazed by my strength as an honorary paladin, right? And then it struck me. Long, flowing black hair, that icy cold face, and skin as smooth as snow. Shaking my head, I composed myself and asked her, "Are you alright, madame?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, no response. She had a rather cold exterior, and she didn't seem pleased at all. She then clenched her fist, and aimed straight at my nose. As the punch hit my nose, it made a squeaky sound. Weak. My nose started to feel runny and then I sneezed loudly. After that, I gave a laugh, and asked what that was for. The mage blinked, and pointed at the many skeletons that have gathered behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StGquoF4H4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/qpDyF__kGqw/s1600-h/mardork.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StGquoF4H4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/qpDyF__kGqw/s320/mardork.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391277946951966594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very front of the mob was Marduk, undead commander of the skeletons. There have been reports about his movements, but we really never expected him to show up around this part of Valid Raeth. He then taunted us and ordered his skeletons to attack us. The mob was too overwhelming and the situation looks dire. We have no choice but to pull back and escape. I suggested to her that we escape but she cast her magic and froze some skeletons. This wasn't enough however, as more kept coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed her by the hand, gesturing that we must escape. She was stubborn and refused to pull back. I had no choice. I swept her up her feet, carried her with both arms and used a nearby hyperjump to get to safety, dodging a skeleton's attack here and there. She tried to get out of my arms but she was physically too weak to break free from my grasp. We then arrived at the gates of Libra after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about this woman was that she hasn't said a single word since we've met. There must be something wrong with her voice. I already thought at this point that it was no doubt she's a woman, with that long flowing silky hair and that effeminate face, no matter how cold it may look, it was womanly for me. I actually thought I had a chance to score here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then asked her, "So how does it feel to have been saved by a dashing knight like me?". Still, no response. She just looked at me and blinked. I then thought of something crazy, but it may just work. I will kiss her. Maybe that would make her talk. I said, "As I have rescued you from danger, allow me to kiss your hand." I bowed gracefully and took her hand. She seemed surprised at this point. She blushed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then kissed her hand. Once. Her hand was very smooth. Proof that she is a woman, I thought. However, my stupidity did not stop there. I took her around town for a tempura lunch and treated her. Is this the captivating effect of women? No wonder many of us guys become broke by the end of a date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As night was approaching, she was coughing hard, and I don't know if she really like the tempura I had ordered for her since she couldn't speak. I didn't even get to know her name at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StGwwaM-UjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Gh2mb6eUJlk/s1600-h/zakky.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StGwwaM-UjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Gh2mb6eUJlk/s320/zakky.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391284574653141554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it struck me. When she hit me earlier it didn't hurt. Usually girls are able to do more than that to me, like Irichi for example. Second, when I carried her, she had a slightly different physique. I felt something strange between her legs. Could it be-- naaaah. I must be imagining things again. At least that's what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Marj comes by and says "Hi Zak." Zak? ZAK? Isn't Zak a guy's name? Zak then stopped coughing and was finally able to speak. Man was he nasty. And for me to mistaken him for a woman, hooo boy... Just when I thought all of this was over Irichi snuck out of the shadows, laughing her arse off. In her hand, more scandalous pics of me... and Zak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and that's how I got acquainted with Zak. From now on, I will make sure I am aware of a person's gender before treating them as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay safe Ebbie, and keep in touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Before Zak left he froze me in place with his magic with a stupid pose. I looked real stupid that time! I'll launch him in a mana cannon the next time we meet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-3350721565748430180?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/3350721565748430180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-did-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/3350721565748430180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/3350721565748430180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-did-what.html' title='I DID WHAT???'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/StGnOEXOyQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9j7xmM0LbNs/s72-c/magmusentry.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-6356264831291131233</id><published>2009-10-11T13:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:59:40.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gryphon'/><title type='text'>Cheep cheep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cheepy cheepy cheep cheep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep chip, cheep cheep cheep cheep cheeeeeeep cheeeeeeeeep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.songbirdgarden.com/store/ProdImages/GRV2619067seed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.songbirdgarden.com/store/ProdImages/GRV2619067seed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep chip, cheep cheep cheep cheep cheeeeeeep cheeeeeeeeep. Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep chip, cheep cheep cheep cheep cheeeeeeep cheeeeeeeeep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep chip, cheep cheep cheep cheep cheeeeeeep cheeeeeeeeep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep chip, cheep cheep cheep cheep cheeeeeeep cheeeeeeeeep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep chip, cheep cheep cheep cheep cheeeeeeep cheeeeeeeeep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep chip, cheep cheep cheep cheep cheeeeeeep cheeeeeeeeep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep chip, cheep cheep cheep cheep cheeeeeeep cheeeeeeeeep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep chip, cheep cheep cheep cheep cheeeeeeep cheeeeeeeeep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cheep cheep cheep chip,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cheep cheep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uhh, Ebbie? Toby wrote this. he insisted I send it to you. I think he wants bird seed or something, I don't know. - Prawnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-6356264831291131233?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/6356264831291131233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheep-cheep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/6356264831291131233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/6356264831291131233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheep-cheep.html' title='Cheep cheep!'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-5833211923020185716</id><published>2009-10-11T13:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:59:21.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yaoi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irichi'/><title type='text'>I'm Sick. D:</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this letter to advise you that you should take your vitamins daily. Why so sudden on the health tips you ask? I'm sick, as of the moment. I started feeling nauseous after going back and forth from Valid Raeth and the Smoldering Swamps. With the hot magma from Valid Raeth and the noxious fumes from the Smoldering Swamps, I eventually got sick and I requested a week's sick leave from our commander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.genital-warts-help.org/images/genital_warts_medicine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.genital-warts-help.org/images/genital_warts_medicine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to take off that suit of armor once in a while. Although I feel almost naked without it, I feel more relaxed and at ease. The doctor said I only need plenty of rest before I can fully recover. Healing magic you say? Healing magic only revitalizes you for a short time. More of a quick remedy, as most people would put it. Rest is still the best doctor, and healing magic would fall under second, although best used for emergencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might want to know the symptoms of this illness. You'd first start to feel dizzy, and your body temperature would drop, to the point that you would sweat in a cold place, which your body shouldn't be doing. I also feel like barfing, and I cover my eyes with a damp face towel because my eyes feel as if they're burning. Irichi insists it's karma for 'peeping' too much with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, Irichi's "nursing" me right now. She keeps pinning me down to the bed with straps, and does she have to read her yaoi fanfiction out loud? I've been having nightmares ever since she put that "picture" in front of me. Who knew she knew how to draw me in that-- alright, never mind, you don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay safe Ebbie, and stay healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Attached is a whole case of medicines, 50 of each kind. That should keep you up and going, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-5833211923020185716?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5833211923020185716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-sick-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5833211923020185716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5833211923020185716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-sick-d.html' title='I&apos;m Sick. D:'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-3234963259471105156</id><published>2009-10-07T19:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:59:00.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoffman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission'/><title type='text'>A Swampy Encounter</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commander Hoffman assigned me of all the paladins to do a special mission for him. I felt flattered, but I knew that whatever this was, it wasn't an easy task. Commander Hoffman commanded me to retrieve his spare sword that he lost during a raid in the Faeras Swamps. Like Valid Raeth, the Faeras Swamps are a series of hostile areas teeming with mysterious creatures and weird swamp life, some new monsters have sprung recently and magicians say many were created from black magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssx18PteiAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/5Ty9WTHu6_I/s1600-h/enterfaeras.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssx18PteiAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/5Ty9WTHu6_I/s320/enterfaeras.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389812531925518338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then set off first thing in the morning towards the nearby continent, Faeras. It was easy getting there, a short ride by ferry would take us to this murky port, and before us, a stinky swamp welcomed us. Even Toby (My little pet Gryphon) didn't seem to like the area. Everything smells like poo! It was like going into a sewer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commander Hoffman told me that he last saw a large frog gobble his sword and ordered me to kill any large frogs I could find. I was also instructed to slay some swamp monsters, as they are spawns of dark magic by the witch, Paris. Feeling bad that my blade would be stained with poo, I began my mission nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssx3YmpvVHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xRCzV4A-uxE/s1600-h/livingpoopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssx3YmpvVHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xRCzV4A-uxE/s320/livingpoopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389814118631822450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how much of a neat freak I am Ebbie. But for this mission, I have to get a bit dirty to finish the task at hand. Fortunately I brought my trusty broom along. This should help speed things up, very fitting as these swamp monsters meet their demise with the might of my cleaning broom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was slaying more of these poopy monsters, I heard loud croaking somewhere, and there it was! Among the smaller Ribbits was a large green one. An Angry Ribibit, as most people would call. It seemed really pissed! They didn't call it angry for nothing. I then took to the field, with sword in hand, charging into the mob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssx48Zc0YSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AkoOooAnO0g/s1600-h/ribibit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssx48Zc0YSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AkoOooAnO0g/s320/ribibit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389815833074884898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The large frog was definitely a feisty creature, it was. I took me a while to subdue the beast, and eventually, it gave way and was finally defeated. I opened the creature's stomach and dissected it, and I found the sword! Still sheathed, and covered in green sticky goo. I quickly returned to the port and took the ferry back to Libra. I got nothing but stares from the other adventurers as my whole armor was stained with poop and goo. Everyone also started pinching their noses because of how much I reeked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got into Libra, I was able to borrow a cleaning cloth from Cailey to get rid of the goo that covered the sword. I went off to Commander Hoffman and finally presented the sword to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssx6q1Az_7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/amCTt3yHWu4/s1600-h/hoffman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssx6q1Az_7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/amCTt3yHWu4/s320/hoffman.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389817730259222450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he examined it, the Commander checked to see if it was the right one. Thankfully, I was right. He then gave me a reward for that mission and I could buy some extra potions now. He also gave me another order. I have to take a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe Ebbie, and remember, let's keep it clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-3234963259471105156?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/3234963259471105156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/swampy-encounter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/3234963259471105156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/3234963259471105156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/swampy-encounter.html' title='A Swampy Encounter'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssx18PteiAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/5Ty9WTHu6_I/s72-c/enterfaeras.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-5268793689841105904</id><published>2009-10-07T18:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:58:36.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jester'/><title type='text'>Enter Dias</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I shall accept your apology, but never ever brand me as anything else. You know me Ebbie. And no one else's perspective will change what you think of me. Anyway, Marj introduced me to this friend of hers. His name is Dias. At first impression he's kind of... well I don't know really. Those eyes always look as if he craves for something. Something that I don't really want to know. Many Jesters are friendly but Dias is different. Probably more flamboyant than Guildmaster Sieg, he was a bit too friendly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marj dragged me to one side of Libra where we met Dias. Upon saying hi, he then approached me, looked at me straight in the face and gave me a kiss. To the lips. Yes Ebbie, I was so speechless that I freaked out. Marj looked delighted as I stood there in disbelief. Dias waved his hand in front of my eyes and I went back to reality. WHAT IS UP WITH THIS GUY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was wearing his Twink outfit but later went somewhere to get his golden helm. I don't know why, but wen he came back with his helm, he suddenly led us to this bath in the back alley. It looked so refreshing really. And when I thought things were getting better Dias then strips to his undergarments and jumps right into the steamy water. Marj also did the same, as there was a small changing area conveniently located nearby. She dipped herself into the small tub and both of them were trying to drag me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssxw4GalWdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UBotN5T0LQs/s1600-h/bath.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssxw4GalWdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UBotN5T0LQs/s320/bath.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389806963152738770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then got changed, with only a small washcloth around my waist. I left my equipment right beside the tub and went right in, inevitably beside Dias. There was something reeeaaaallly suspicious about his smile. I had to keep my guard up. My manliness is at stake here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bath felt good on my body, it felt as if the muscle aches from all that fighting were melting away. It was so refreshing. Unfortunately, my experience was relatively uncomfortable to the point Dias kept touching me... from behind. I know the tub is small but really, can't he respect other people's personal space! What a space invader! Marj clung to Dias tightly. They must be really good friends, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were finished, (I swear Dias was watching me in the dressing room putting on my armor!) we said our goodbyes and everything, and Dias gave me his "business card". Like many jesters, his job is to entertain people. I really don't know what kind of "entertainment" he's into, but he did whisper something into my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll see you next time. I'll show you my Superia outfit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that he pinched my cheek and winked. He finally left with Marj. I swear after that, I just froze in place, stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really Ebbie, the kinds of people I meet are diverse and odd. Well I know I'm an oddball too Ebbie, but things like this freak me out you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe, don't talk to strangers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-5268793689841105904?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5268793689841105904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/enter-dias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5268793689841105904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5268793689841105904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/enter-dias.html' title='Enter Dias'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssxw4GalWdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UBotN5T0LQs/s72-c/bath.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-431709508240345669</id><published>2009-10-07T14:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:58:01.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='straight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yaoi'/><title type='text'>LIES! LIES! ALL LIES!</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read in your previous letter that you're starting to think if I wasn't straight or anything. Now where'd you get that idea? It was IRICHI wasn't it? She put you up to this didn't she? Anyway, just to clear things up, I'm not into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; things. Alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tshirtdaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/straight-pride-straight-rainbow-tee-shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 263px;" src="http://tshirtdaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/straight-pride-straight-rainbow-tee-shirt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE. Now to clarify a few more things. Me and the guys are just bonding together for a bit of "guy time" like you girls have your "girly time". It's not BROMANCE, alright? Don't get the wrong ideas, and as your brother, DO NOT let Irichi corrupt you. I don't want my dear sister running around watching yaoi or whatever it's called. It's just not right, I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're definitely clear on that, alright? And no, Ceaz and I are just good buddies, it's not US already, ok? And you do know already that Ceaz is in a relationship with Cailey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, stay safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-431709508240345669?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/431709508240345669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/lies-lies-all-lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/431709508240345669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/431709508240345669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/lies-lies-all-lies.html' title='LIES! LIES! ALL LIES!'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-2284172913965670581</id><published>2009-10-07T13:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:56:37.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yaoi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irichi'/><title type='text'>Scandalous~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ebbie-chan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there, this is Irichi, Prawnt's friend in the guild. Let's get one thing straight first, let's not tell Prawnt about this, alright? We'll keep it a kinky little secret. Now Prawnt may have introduced me to you before in his previous letters and he mentioned something about me bullying him. Well, that's just how I like treating him, okay? What a silly uke. He's been stalking my little sister Marj and ever since he bought that stupid hat he looks more like a pedophile. Warrior and defender of justice my arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a skilled assassin, I know how to stalk people without even being detected. I use this to my advantage to stalk Prawnt, coerce him into very awkward situations with his male guildmates and get my reward at the end. You know what it is, Ebbie-chan, I'm talking about YAOI. Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;'s one I took in the Port of Winds. Oh Ebbie dear it looked sooo beautiful! I don't know what's going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; on between Prawnt and Ceaz, though this was taken a long time ago wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;en Prawnt was still a junior knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sswp8l_6rCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VtNOLQ7tfCw/s1600-h/scandal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sswp8l_6rCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VtNOLQ7tfCw/s320/scandal.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389728975024729122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;OMG OMG OMG SEE THAT? SEE THAT? HE'S NECKING CEAZ!!! KYAAAAAAA~ &lt;3 Now this is what I call TRUE LOVE. Oh, and if you're wondering who are those other people in the pic, that's Guildmaster Sieg to the right, and that's Mistress Ciel, who's a Warmage now. She's like a big sis to us all and seems to be enjoying the situation, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, don't get the wrong idea, alright? I'm not showing this to put him down. It's only for the mere fun of it. Perhaps you now know the reason why your dear brother Prawnt couldn't get a girlfriend? I mean, he's like... 21 or 22 already am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, I'll send you more pics using my ultimate assassin stalking skills. I've heard Prawnt and the boys are off to Ocher forest for some "bonding". I wonder what kind of "bonding" they're up to? And why in such a secluded place? *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tata, I'll see you around~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Big Sis,&lt;br /&gt;Irichi&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-2284172913965670581?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/2284172913965670581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/scandalous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/2284172913965670581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/2284172913965670581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/scandalous.html' title='Scandalous~'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sswp8l_6rCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VtNOLQ7tfCw/s72-c/scandal.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-5651347446193011294</id><published>2009-10-06T08:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:53:40.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gryphon'/><title type='text'>Winged Wonder!</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a funny story really, I just drank too much liquor in the previous letter so let's pretend it never happened, alright? Good. Next time I go to parties I'll just order either water or iced tea. I promise! Anyway, you sent me that pic of your pet Gryphon the other day right? I must say it looks pretty impressive. Melgar was his name, wasn't it? This morning, I went to Pet Merchant Edith and I accepted this request from her to slay some monsters that threaten her grandparents' pet farm in the outskirts of Libra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a warrior of justice, I accepted her request and began vanquishing all sorts of skeletons that somehow made it past the town stockade. After slaying approximately 400 of these demons, I returned to Edith to give my report, and that her grandparents are doing well. In return, she gave me three pet eggs that I could hatch. No one really knows where they come from. It's a pet merchant's secret, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatching the first one, I was surprised to find a beak pecking through the shell of the egg. Then I thought, "This is impossible! G-getting this kind of pet would have a 1% chance of success!" Looks like that small 1% was in favor of me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsqXA7YI_RI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/j4cT2Q_2jJU/s1600-h/gryphon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsqXA7YI_RI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/j4cT2Q_2jJU/s320/gryphon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389285946296958226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in awe as I saw this majestic little creature. Those little wings, cute beak and beady eyes were worth the 400 monsters I vanquished. It gave a little squawk, and it snatched my hat and played with it. It's so cute! I haven't given him a name yet though. You know how I am with names, Ebbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsqXx2oXfoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/LLqHUAcR6ks/s1600-h/gryphon2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsqXx2oXfoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/LLqHUAcR6ks/s320/gryphon2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389286786836430466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, the little guy blends well with my armor's color scheme! Talk about coincidence! I think we really click, you know? He's pretty active for a little fella, he loves to snatch my hat and peck at my shield! You should bring over your pet Gryphon sometime too, Ebbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-5651347446193011294?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5651347446193011294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/winged-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5651347446193011294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5651347446193011294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/winged-wonder.html' title='Winged Wonder!'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsqXA7YI_RI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/j4cT2Q_2jJU/s72-c/gryphon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-5853831821489703915</id><published>2009-10-05T19:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:52:59.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pirates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs'/><title type='text'>Pirating *hic*</title><content type='html'>To Me Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thar I was Ebbie, raidin the shores of the Port of Libra, arr! Sailin' this side o' the seven seas and swashbucklin' me way to get me damsels and me treasure! ARRRR! But hear this me Ebbie, this ambitious pirate o' yers be amassin a fortune worth all the treasure o' the world, ARRRR! Them landlubbers used to know me as a paladin who be goin' by the name of Prawnt, the Tempuree Knight, arr! However, when I found me true pirate callin' I stuck with me new swashbucklin' pirate name! I be called the Tempura Terror! ARRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsnghcCXbxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/D--aMXqZ18A/s1600-h/librascape.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsnghcCXbxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/D--aMXqZ18A/s320/librascape.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389085294191931154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I be tellin' ye a tale o' adventure, as I sat 'ere in the Port of Libra, and showed 'em landlubbers along with me crew that messin' with Captain Prawnt, the Tempura Terror be meanin' bloody business, arr! We be causin all sorts o' mischief around this 'ere town, the same sort o' ruckus that Cap'n White Tooth and Alvida did to the Port of Steven, arr! But they be bad pirates! They be causin' no mischief at all! Not like I, Captain Prawnt o' the Great Tempura Brigade, we be doin noble privateerin' and at the same time cause a bit o' pirate mischief 'ere and thar! ARRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssnh1lqxuGI/AAAAAAAAAII/7HP-aOPidvw/s1600-h/pirateprawnt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssnh1lqxuGI/AAAAAAAAAII/7HP-aOPidvw/s400/pirateprawnt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389086739886356578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know ye be curious 'bout me, Ebbie, so I be sendin' ye this picture o' me in me captain outfit, arr! So we went around Libra, throwin' and destroyin' crates 'ere and thar, and we be crushin' the greedy merchant enterprise that deserve it , arr! CURSE DEM BLOODY MERCHANTS THEY BE FELLED BY THE BLADE OF THE TEMPURA TERROR, CAPTAIN PRAWNT, LEADER OF THE GREAT TEMPURA BRIGADE ON THIS SIDE O' THE SEVEN SEAS, ARRRRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now them landlubbers from the government show up after me and me crew did some ruckus here and thar, so I told em, "Ya know lads, piratin' be honest and noble work, we be a reminder that thar always be a third party aside from this Elga thingy ye be facin right now, arr! Ye should be thankin' us cuz we keep yer toes on the ground!" That's what yer dear brother told 'em before they almost sent me to Davy Jones' locker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hear this me dear Ebbie, Captain Prawnt of the Great Tempura Brigade ne'er gives up, no matter what! We be seekin' all sorts o' abominations an' monstrosities that be threatenin' justice, arr! So thar! If ye excuse me, one o' me crew has come to pay for me bail, I be a free man again. Another day of fightin' evil fer Captain Prawnt, the Tempura Terror, Leader of the Great Tempura Brigade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye be stayin' safe now, ye hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Yer Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Captain Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh hi Ebbie, this is Ceaz, Prawnt's friend. Umm, Prawnt drank a bit too much liquor and accidentally inhaled a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOLE&lt;/span&gt; bag of opium so... yeah. His mind got all screwed up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and pretty soon he found this pirate costume, wore it, and dragged us around town ordering us to raid and pillage the shops in the market street. He then got caught by the authorities for causing a ruckus and he wrote this letter while he was kept in the town jail. He finally fainted after 24 hours of being high, and the doctor said he'll need a day's rest, don't worry about him, he's fine. It was a good thing I snatched this letter from him while he was asleep, huh? Don't worry, no one was hurt! Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-5853831821489703915?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/5853831821489703915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/pirating-hic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5853831821489703915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/5853831821489703915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/pirating-hic.html' title='Pirating *hic*'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsnghcCXbxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/D--aMXqZ18A/s72-c/librascape.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-6512601094592122160</id><published>2009-10-05T18:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:52:35.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grinding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chiong'/><title type='text'>Got Music?</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you finally get that whole package I sent you? I sent fourteen items to be delivered to your mail, containing various equipment suitable for a Gladiator such as yourself. And stop being persistent about the girlfriend thing. I'm getting really tired of it nowadays. Anyway, have you been using those nifty little gadgets called music players?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yankodesign.com/images/design_news/2007/07/30/dimple_player.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 531px;" src="http://www.yankodesign.com/images/design_news/2007/07/30/dimple_player.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things have been popping out for sale everywhere nowadays. Yeah, for entertainment purposes, I know. But listen, are you tired of grinding all of your energy into slaying monsters, and at the same time you get that empty feeling that your training is going nowhere? Have no fear, music is here! Just put the earphones into your ear and play your desired songs. It really helps pass the time, and makes it look as if time has been flying by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally when using a music player for my daily grind, I like to set the pace depending on what rate I am slaying enemies. If it's as if the enemies fall even before I've started to engage them, I like to play a happy tune, as if I were strolling in a sunny town plaza. However, when things heat up, a good rock n' roll or heavy metal beat would really set the tone. When I started doing this, I literally ROCKED IT OUT during fights with tough enemies like Sambaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music players like these are very compact, thanks to many arcanists and engineers who have developed minstrels' songs into this tiny little piece of gadgetry. We're entering a new age, Ebbie! Get with the times, and rock it out on the field of battle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe, and rock on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I left the music player with your friend, Montell. Ask it from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. PLAY ROCK! HEAVY METAL! PUUUUNNNNNNNNNNK... and a touch of Classical music would do no harm as well. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-6512601094592122160?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/6512601094592122160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/got-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/6512601094592122160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/6512601094592122160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/got-music.html' title='Got Music?'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-7372634976719856808</id><published>2009-10-04T11:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:52:09.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seal scrolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie'/><title type='text'>Using Seal Scrolls</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you've already tried soulcrafting huh? I looked at that picture you sent me and I must say, having a 10% boost on magic defense isn't really worth 500 souls. Welcome to the "WE HATE JULIE" club, sis. Anyway, let me share with you a little tip. There has been a new item on the market recently called a Seal Scroll. If you've been using Seal Removal Scrolls on sealed items to remove the seal, a Seal Scroll does the opposite and seals the item instead. It will only work if the item has been successfully soulcrafted at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssgfy_MKBdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Y9HKpeIOjQk/s1600-h/sealscroll.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssgfy_MKBdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Y9HKpeIOjQk/s320/sealscroll.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388591914965140946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember what Julie did to my Sambaba Helm? I still want to kill her for that. However, I feel compensated when I used the Seal Scroll on my prized trophy. When I unsealed the helm, I was surprised to find out that it finally has new attributes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsgglYe5QYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ynMQMIvvk3E/s1600-h/sbbnewhelm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsgglYe5QYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ynMQMIvvk3E/s320/sbbnewhelm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388592780748079490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally an attribute more fitting for a paladin like me. I bought a few more Seal Scrolls and did the same to my other equipment that Julie screwed up with. With a bit of luck, I got the stats I wanted thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must tell you that unsealing the sealed item still makes the outcome random. You can never tell what attributes your equipment might get, so keep your fingers crossed. If not, then try again! (As long as you have the cash.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe, hope you're lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Here's a Seal Scroll so you could try it out now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-7372634976719856808?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/7372634976719856808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/using-seal-scrolls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/7372634976719856808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/7372634976719856808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/using-seal-scrolls.html' title='Using Seal Scrolls'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssgfy_MKBdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Y9HKpeIOjQk/s72-c/sealscroll.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-3848024542442089697</id><published>2009-10-04T09:18:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:51:34.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paladin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lavalon'/><title type='text'>LAVALON!</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many months of training, I have finally reached a point that my skills have been sharpened enough for gaining higher power. The Bronze Drake Captain told me that it was time for me to move on to the next level by attaining the rank of Paladin, a level higher than a Knight. Basically a Paladin is just a fancy term for a stronger Knight, although they have the authority to command other Knights because of their rank. Having proven myself with the Bronze Drakes, I set off for Magmus with some guildmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssf7AWIh2yI/AAAAAAAAAGI/O3TBcc8s66w/s1600-h/lavaentrance.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssf7AWIh2yI/AAAAAAAAAGI/O3TBcc8s66w/s320/lavaentrance.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388551462532012834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking at the daunting entrance that lay before us, we knew this was going to be a tough battle. Ceaz and Oracle Cailey wanted to help me with this fight, and we were able to find a wandering Trapper named Lucern who had some business to settle with Lavalon as well. We could tell how strong he is, as his weapon is forged from Lavalon's scales! Anyway, in we went and found out that this was no easy task. Falling into magma would spell only disaster and despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssf8D7lv6HI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gC1l_qreAiU/s1600-h/lavabridge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssf8D7lv6HI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gC1l_qreAiU/s320/lavabridge.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388552623637915762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside Magmus, many of Sambaba's minions await, as well as his gate guards that block entry points. We literally carved though their blockades, and at the same time dodging falling magma rocks and jumping over molten lava. At one point, we lured one of the gate guards into a small pit where he got trapped and we were free to hit him mercilessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssf8ZSdVS2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/aTk1u9_UXvk/s1600-h/lavalontrap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssf8ZSdVS2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/aTk1u9_UXvk/s320/lavalontrap.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388552990553885538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The poor guy never stood a chance against our combined strength. We pushed forward, dodging more falling rocks and hot spewing magma that threatened our path. We also jumped over more bridges and moving landscapes. Magma geysers were always in abundance in Magmus. We took a short break to regroup, as Oracle Cailey is a rather fragile woman. Her healing powers are strong, but if she dies, then we're all screwed. Lavalon has slain countless adventurers in the past, and we won't let that happen here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsgACbTzU4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/pFJL4lVMUm4/s1600-h/lavalonintro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsgACbTzU4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/pFJL4lVMUm4/s320/lavalonintro.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388556995839349634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lavalon was a menacing sight indeed. It takes great courage to fight against such a monstrosity. I have sworn by my Knight's Oath, as a Warrior of Justice, I will avenge the countless adventurers Lavalon has slain! I focused all of my energy into my sword, to amplify my powers up a notch. Lavalon couldn't be hit from our range, he was simply too big. There is a mana cannon conveniently placed nearby which we could use to stun Lavalon and hit him when he falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssf-0NCRITI/AAAAAAAAAGo/c9A9iSnHhqA/s1600-h/lavalonbreath.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssf-0NCRITI/AAAAAAAAAGo/c9A9iSnHhqA/s320/lavalonbreath.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388555651977912626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavalon stuck with two attacks. His deadly fire breath, and his ground smashing attack that you could avoid by jumping. Many small drakes and skeletons emerged out of nowhere and started to attack us. We noticed they were carrying Mana Bullets used for the nearby Mana Cannon. After killing a red drake, I carried the bullet onto the mana cannon for loading. Loading took quite a bit so the others had to cover me as I did that. If I remember correctly, Commander Leongarde once said that when he ran out of mana bullets, he grabbed a nearby Warmage and launched him out of desperation using the Mana Cannon. I guess mages ARE full of mana, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssf_02OXzEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qa7dOrDMHWU/s1600-h/lavamanacannon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssf_02OXzEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qa7dOrDMHWU/s320/lavamanacannon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388556762546162754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as we fired the mana cannon, a large pillar of azure light was launched towards Lavalon's head,  Lavalon let out a cry and it was stunned. As it fell to the ground, we began to unleash hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsgAfdgrQDI/AAAAAAAAAHA/iRq59DGC4HI/s1600-h/lavalonattack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsgAfdgrQDI/AAAAAAAAAHA/iRq59DGC4HI/s320/lavalonattack.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388557494646423602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, Lavalon could only be stunned for a few seconds, and after which, it rose again to unleash its fire breath immediately. When Lavalon finally recovered, it decided to take up things a notch. It summoned more minions, made more rocks fall, and the temperature rise. Things were literally starting to heat up! At one point, Ceaz almost had a heat stroke as Lavalon almost carbonized him with his fire breath. It was a good thing Cailey was around to cast that protective barrier on him, or he was a goner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trapper Lucern was a big help as well, severely damaging Lavalon's scales making them vulnerable enough for attack. We kept repeating the same series of attacks; gathering mana bullets, loading the mana cannon, stunning Lavalon, and unleashing hell on him. Rinse, and repeat. Eventually Lavalon had enough and gave way. We finally defeated the darn beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsgCc58HqhI/AAAAAAAAAHI/1xWHGchlmSU/s1600-h/lavalondefeat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsgCc58HqhI/AAAAAAAAAHI/1xWHGchlmSU/s320/lavalondefeat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388559649761372690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavalon screamed in agony as he fell to the ground, finally defeated. Taking a small scale from Lavalon as proof that I defeated him, we took a warp back to Valid Raeth. Looking at ourselves, we were almost blackened due to the heat. A good shower would fix that. From this point on, we bade farewell to Lucern, as he had other business to attend to. I thanked him as he left. As for me, Ceaz and Cailey, we walked back to Libra and they waited for my promotion. Going to Arcanist Pablo who was asking for the scale, he finally promoted me in his words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsgDb2lVW7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/rY8yzBPu3wk/s1600-h/lavalonwords.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsgDb2lVW7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/rY8yzBPu3wk/s400/lavalonwords.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388560731192253362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And with that, I was now a Paladin. Commander Evan was there to salute me as I saluted him back and he presented me with my new set of armor. From here on in, I am now a Paladin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsgD33g977I/AAAAAAAAAHg/P-fpd29Hvrw/s1600-h/lavalonpromote.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsgD33g977I/AAAAAAAAAHg/P-fpd29Hvrw/s320/lavalonpromote.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388561212478713778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Commander Evan designated me into the Navy Imperial Regiment, as the 24th Paladin. Aside from the normal Imperial Paladins, us Navy Imperials are special shock troopers who specialize in offense. I am honored to receive such a promotion. With that, I met up with my guildmates and showed off my new armor. Both Ceaz and Cailey were worn out. Ceaz was sent to the infirmary for his injuries, and Cailey had to sleep in early, as the bout with Lavalon has exhausted her. Me? I'm still full of energy! I feel like fighting a thousand more enemies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now listen Ebbie, when the time comes I want you to call me over when you finally decide to take on Lavalon. I know your guildmates are also strong warriors, but I want to be by your side when that happens. I don't want Lavalon to roast my dear sister alive now, wouldn't I? I will be your shield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe Ebbie, and I wish you the best as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Cailey wants to dye my hair yellow to match my new helm, although I stick with my cap. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-3848024542442089697?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/3848024542442089697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/lavalon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/3848024542442089697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/3848024542442089697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/lavalon.html' title='LAVALON!'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Ssf7AWIh2yI/AAAAAAAAAGI/O3TBcc8s66w/s72-c/lavaentrance.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-9076277490156118684</id><published>2009-10-03T18:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:50:55.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoffman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission'/><title type='text'>Status Report 01A-B</title><content type='html'>To Commander Hoffman,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ordered, I, Prawnter Tartareus of the 167th Regiment of the Dragon Expedition, 134th Knight of the Order, 45th Bronze Drake Knight, and 12th Newtypes Guild Auxiliary will give a status report regarding raids on the nearby territory Valid Raeth. In the following paragraphs of this letter are stated, the current status of the Valid Raeth environment. As per given directive, the current number of raids we have performed have totaled to about 76 as of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valid Raeth is still a hostile territory, with different kinds of plantlife that would only grow near places that spew magma. The indigenous wildlife, including the skeletons and the boombooms are resistant to the outrageous temperature in the area. Species observed between skeletons are that these may be the skeletons of orcs and people that perished during the great Dragon War, revived by a malevolent force. Many of these skeletons aren't complete as many have resorted to stealing boxes and barrels from town to use as a body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sscnry61uuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/d7RD4Tn3AHI/s1600-h/sambabalair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sscnry61uuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/d7RD4Tn3AHI/s400/sambabalair.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388319112528509666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boomboom Tribe is hostile as well. Although they aren't very bright creatures, they have a hierarchy system similar to the orcs of the Traitor's Ridges. When Lavalon emerged, many boombooms quickly adapted to the environment and have become resistant to heat, even going as far as to wearing molten rock onto their bodies for armor. Pumpkin Heads, native to the area have been attacking supply convoys and other adventurers. We have helped in ridding the area of these pests, as they have also been stealing pumpkins and other goods from nearby Libra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SscpaXO2yQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0SNRTkBEzGQ/s1600-h/lavaboomboom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SscpaXO2yQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0SNRTkBEzGQ/s400/lavaboomboom.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388321012061751554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As for the creature named Lavalon, there have been many reports that the creature grows stronger every time it is defeated. According to Arcanist Pablo, Dr. Farrell designed it to be an immortal artificial creature. He also asked me to state in this letter that he needs to see you as well in Libra. This concludes the report, as ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and godspeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawnter Tartareus,&lt;br /&gt;45th Bronze Drake Knight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-9076277490156118684?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/9076277490156118684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/status-report-01a-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/9076277490156118684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/9076277490156118684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/status-report-01a-b.html' title='Status Report 01A-B'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/Sscnry61uuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/d7RD4Tn3AHI/s72-c/sambabalair.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-2817966635894929875</id><published>2009-10-03T13:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:50:31.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie'/><title type='text'>That EVIL Woman!</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time yesterday, didn't we? We caught up on a lot of things, ate a tempura dinner together, but what really surprised me was that you could carry me now. I remember way back when we used to play in the Windia Flats together when we were little, I always gave you a piggyback ride home. It was funny last night though, as I was immediately intoxicated by my first mug of beer and you carried me home. (I told you I don't drink much!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsbdGlbIUOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0plMr32c3mg/s1600-h/portofwinds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsbdGlbIUOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0plMr32c3mg/s320/portofwinds.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388237109390233826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times. Good times. Anyway, have you tried soulcrafting? I've noticed last night that your equipment wasn't up to its par. I know you've got a lot of souls in your pocket from all that adventuring, and you ought to try it out. I've been soulcrafting when the Soulcraft Master was still alive. It's sad that he passed away recently, as he could soulcraft almost any item without fail. Adventurers from all over the continent flocked to this old man who has been soulcrafting throughout his whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsbeSTYIPxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eByPZJLyZN4/s1600-h/julies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsbeSTYIPxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eByPZJLyZN4/s320/julies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388238410215866130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, things changed. He stated in his will that his soulcrafting successor would be his granddaughter who goes by the name of Julie. Now I really didn't care much if the soulcrafter has been replaced, it's still the results that matter. My impression soon changed as she made several mistakes when soulcrafting. She requires a large amount of souls that has literally inflated the recent economy, and her soulcrafting success rate isn't that good as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my lucky and unlucky moments with her, but what really pissed me off recently is what she did to my prized Sambaba Horned Helm! LOOK AT IT! LOOK AT EET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsbfG2W2NsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/pv9IVG0MsTo/s1600-h/sbbhelmfail.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsbfG2W2NsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/pv9IVG0MsTo/s320/sbbhelmfail.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388239312958928578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those souls for a measly defense boost? She really ain't cutting it! I don't care how inexperienced she is as long as she does her job right! I might as well look at the bright side. At least I still have a Sambaba Helm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, have you noticed how she talks in this strange language/gibberish sometimes? It is so annoying that it sounds as if someone scratched their nails against a chalkboard and made it screech. Duct tape, anyone? And THAT GIGGLE. THAT HORRIFYING NERVE-WRACKING GIGGLE CAN DRIVE PEOPLE INSANE! (I swear this Harlequin lost it when he announced on the megaphones that he wanted men now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I still advise you to soulcraft your items. Your equipment would be a waste if it stayed plain. Like adding sauce to a tempura dish, that's what your equipment needs! (just make sure you've got lots of souls to boot. Get stacks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe, hope you get good results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your Dear Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Prawnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I've attached this Insurance Scroll for you just in case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408376866181270946-2817966635894929875?l=prawntletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/feeds/2817966635894929875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-evil-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/2817966635894929875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5408376866181270946/posts/default/2817966635894929875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prawntletters.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-evil-woman.html' title='That EVIL Woman!'/><author><name>Prawnt!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980768873779158932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsrP-r1VDvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwVwDoQ4NXo/S220/prawntpicprof.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsbdGlbIUOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0plMr32c3mg/s72-c/portofwinds.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408376866181270946.post-371125046654595269</id><published>2009-10-03T11:50:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:49:32.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='combo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='combat'/><title type='text'>Knight Combo-ing</title><content type='html'>To My Dearest Ebbie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'd like to thank you for those potions you sent me. Health potions have been in short supply lately and it has really been a great help. Anyway, in your previous letter you mentioned that your guild now finally has a knight within its ranks. However, he is still a novice and couldn't do much action, yes? I also remember being a novice knight, struggling to gain control of my skills, and trying to make the most out of it. While PVP is an entirely different story, fighting against monsters is still the easiest way to practice your skills. Now, I have attached a series of pictures showcasing some of a Knight's essential skills when fighting monsters. (Remember Ebbie, PVP is an entirely different story! You'd need reflective skills for that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start off with something that I use as an opening move. If the enemy is within range, I use Sword Dance to lock them into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsbNR9tsTHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CYHi20xnDMQ/s1600-h/sworddance.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsbNR9tsTHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CYHi20xnDMQ/s320/sworddance.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388219712703057010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I bring out my mighty Hammer and use Hammer Stun on them. Personally, I call this move the Tempura Tenderizer, but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsbNwmB00oI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PrMHGF5GqMQ/s1600-h/hammer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsbNwmB00oI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PrMHGF5GqMQ/s320/hammer.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388220238920995458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use this move as well if I'm not mistaken. Us warriors do need to stun our enemies to gain an advantage. Anyway, close in quickly and then use the Broom Jab. It's a lethal weapon, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsbOVFn77_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/djSYPK7Sncc/s1600-h/broomjab.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O1iz33j4UYA/SsbOVFn77_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/djSYPK7Sncc/s320/broomjab.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388220865877635058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once they've been pummeled with the mighty broom, I would then perform a Shoulder Tackle followed by a Stor
