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WaterDay after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere
Nor any drop to drink.
        [ The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, by Samuel Taylor
         Coleridge ]

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gushes forth from the overflowing fountainRest! This little Fountain runs
Thus for aye: -- It never stays
For the look of summer suns,
Nor the cold of winter days.
Whose'er shall wander near,
When the Syrian heat is worst,
Let him hither come, nor fear
Lest he may not slake his thirst:
He will find this little river
Running still, as bright as ever.
Let him drink, and onward hie,
Bearing but in thought, that I,
Erotas, bade the Naiad fall,
And thank the great god Pan for all!
        [ For a Fountain, by Bryan Waller Procter ]

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@ "My sword! It's fallen in the WaterDay after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere
Nor any drop to drink.
        [ The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, by Samuel Taylor
         Coleridge ]

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@ "How am I supposed to go on without a weapon? RNG's so unfair..."
                    
                    
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n "Weary adventurer, why art thou so sullen?"
@ "My trusty sword fell deep in that pool there."
                    
                    
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n "Allow me to fetch it for you."
                    
                    
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n "My, there seem to be quite a few swords in this pool."
                    
                    
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n "Or is... this your sword?" an uncursed rusted +0 long sword.
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@ "...I can't lie. Much as I want the other swords, my actual sword is the rusted one."
                    
                    
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a - an uncursed rusted +0 long sword.
n "Your honesty is truly virtuous."
                    
                    
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n "But..."
The waterDay after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere
Nor any drop to drink.
        [ The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, by Samuel Taylor
         Coleridge ]

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nymphA female creature from Roman and Greek mythology, the nymph
occupied rivers, forests, ponds, etc. A nymph's beauty is
beyond words: an ever-young woman with sleek figure and
long, thick hair, radiant skin and perfect teeth, full lips
and gentle eyes. A nymph's scent is delightful, and her
long robe glows, hemmed with golden threads and embroidered
with rainbow hues of unearthly magnificence. A nymph's
demeanour is graceful and charming, her mind quick and witty.

"Theseus felt her voice pulling him down into fathoms of
sleep.        The song was the skeleton of his dream, and the dream
was full of terror. Demon girls were after him, and a bull-
man was goring him. Everywhere there was blood. There was
pain. There was fear.        But his head was in the nymph's lap
and her musk was about him, her voice weaving the dream. He
knew then that she had been sent to tell him of something
dreadful that was to happen to him later. Her song was a
warning. But she had brought him a new kind of joy, one that
made him see everything differently. The boy, who was to
become a hero, suddenly knew then what most heroes learn
later -- and some too late -- that joy blots suffering and
that the road to nymphs is beset by monsters."
[ The Minotaur by Bernard Evslin ]

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wields a blessed rustproof +5 katanaThe katana is a long, single-edged samurai sword with a
slightly curved blade. Its long handle is designed to allow
it to be wielded with either one or two hands.

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  /    PEACE     \  
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 |     Dudley     | 
 |   killed by a  | 
 |   waterDay after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere
Nor any drop to drink.
        [ The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, by Samuel Taylor
         Coleridge ]

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Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers
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nymphA female creature from Roman and Greek mythology, the nymph
occupied rivers, forests, ponds, etc. A nymph's beauty is
beyond words: an ever-young woman with sleek figure and
long, thick hair, radiant skin and perfect teeth, full lips
and gentle eyes. A nymph's scent is delightful, and her
long robe glows, hemmed with golden threads and embroidered
with rainbow hues of unearthly magnificence. A nymph's
demeanour is graceful and charming, her mind quick and witty.

"Theseus felt her voice pulling him down into fathoms of
sleep.        The song was the skeleton of his dream, and the dream
was full of terror. Demon girls were after him, and a bull-
man was goring him. Everywhere there was blood. There was
pain. There was fear.        But his head was in the nymph's lap
and her musk was about him, her voice weaving the dream. He
knew then that she had been sent to tell him of something
dreadful that was to happen to him later. Her song was a
warning. But she had brought him a new kind of joy, one that
made him see everything differently. The boy, who was to
become a hero, suddenly knew then what most heroes learn
later -- and some too late -- that joy blots suffering and
that the road to nymphs is beset by monsters."
[ The Minotaur by Bernard Evslin ]

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@ "See? That's why Lawful conduct is so unrewarding."


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Nameless December 9, 2005 00:49
First comment: 29 December, 2004 281 comments written
LOL. The punchline was way better than I expected.
Daverd December 9, 2005 02:02
First comment: 18 August, 2004 26 comments written
Amazing! I was expecting her to bring him an ExcaliburAt first only its tip was visible, but then it rose, straight,
proud, all that was noble and great and wondrous. The tip of
the blade pointed toward the moon, as if it would cleave it
in two. The blade itself gleamed like a beacon in the night.
There was no light source for the sword to be reflecting
from, for the moon had darted behind a cloud in fear. The
sword was glowing from the intensity of its strength and
power and knowledge that it was justice incarnate, and that
after a slumber of uncounted years its time had again come.
After the blade broke the surface, the hilt was visible, and
holding the sword was a single strong, yet feminine hand,
wearing several rings that bore jewels sparkling with the
blue-green color of the ocean.
        [ Knight Life, by Peter David ]

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... ladyBlind Io took up the dice-box, which was a skull whose various
orifices had been stoppered with rubies, and with several of
his eyes on the Lady he rolled three fives. She smiled. This
was the nature of the Lady's eyes: they were bright green,
lacking iris or pupil, and they glowed from within.

The room was silent as she scrabbled in her box of pieces and,
from the very bottom, produced a couple that she set down on
the board with two decisive clicks. The rest of the players,
as one God, craned forward to peer at them.

"A wenegade wiffard and fome fort of clerk," said Offler the
Crocodile God, hindered as usual by his tusks. "Well,
weally!" With one claw he pushed a pile of bone-white tokens
into the centre of the table.

The Lady nodded slightly. She picked up the dice-cup and held
it as steady as a rock, yet all the Gods could hear the three
cubes rattling about inside. And then she sent them bouncing
across the table.

A six. A three. A five.

Something was happening to the five, however. Battered by the
chance collision of several billion molecules, the die flipped
onto a point, spun gently and came down a seven. Blind Io
picked up the cube and counted the sides.

"Come _on_," he said wearily, "Play fair."
        [ The Colour of Magic, by Terry Pratchett ]

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of the lakes and all that.
shel December 9, 2005 10:23
First comment: 19 August, 2005 107 comments written
pwned!
Mikoangelo December 9, 2005 11:08
First comment: 19 October, 2005 82 comments written
Genious !!
jemarch December 9, 2005 15:20
First comment: 10 October, 2005 14 comments written
great!
Lajunen December 9, 2005 17:29
First comment: 9 December, 2005 2 comments written
There have been excellent dudleys lately. Thanks!
stormy December 10, 2005 13:30
First comment: 9 July, 2005 44 comments written
My question: "Which character represents a pool of waterDay after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere
Nor any drop to drink.
        [ The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, by Samuel Taylor
         Coleridge ]

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or moat or a pool of lava?"

Bit hard not to get that one right with today's comicâ¦
acheron December 10, 2005 18:32
First comment: 1 June, 2004 63 comments written
Which is helpful, since I play with IBMGraphics, which doesn't use that character for waterDay after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere
Nor any drop to drink.
        [ The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, by Samuel Taylor
         Coleridge ]

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Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers
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(or the same fountainRest! This little Fountain runs
Thus for aye: -- It never stays
For the look of summer suns,
Nor the cold of winter days.
Whose'er shall wander near,
When the Syrian heat is worst,
Let him hither come, nor fear
Lest he may not slake his thirst:
He will find this little river
Running still, as bright as ever.
Let him drink, and onward hie,
Bearing but in thought, that I,
Erotas, bade the Naiad fall,
And thank the great god Pan for all!
        [ For a Fountain, by Bryan Waller Procter ]

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character), so I always get that one wrong... well, now I know. :P
The Ghost Of : Past December 11, 2005 09:14
First comment: 11 December, 2005 1 comments written
Doesn't it magically turn in to ExcaliburAt first only its tip was visible, but then it rose, straight,
proud, all that was noble and great and wondrous. The tip of
the blade pointed toward the moon, as if it would cleave it
in two. The blade itself gleamed like a beacon in the night.
There was no light source for the sword to be reflecting
from, for the moon had darted behind a cloud in fear. The
sword was glowing from the intensity of its strength and
power and knowledge that it was justice incarnate, and that
after a slumber of uncounted years its time had again come.
After the blade broke the surface, the hilt was visible, and
holding the sword was a single strong, yet feminine hand,
wearing several rings that bore jewels sparkling with the
blue-green color of the ocean.
        [ Knight Life, by Peter David ]

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when that happens?
Nobody Special December 13, 2005 01:20
First comment: 8 June, 2005 118 comments written
No, you need to #dip it yourself, among other things.
Fathead July 18, 2006 21:53
First comment: 1 April, 2006 1136 comments written
What? Isn't there some advantage to Lawful?
Fathead April 17, 2007 04:55
First comment: 1 April, 2006 1136 comments written
No. Lawful conduct is widely considered to be the most difficult. While neutral is widely considered to be the easiest.
Grognor July 25, 2007 06:01
First comment: 4 April, 2007 1161 comments written
hello.
kureshii March 16, 2008 14:00
First comment: 8 March, 2008 37 comments written
Nice... @ panel 5 I was thinking "trusty sword" + waterDay after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere
Nor any drop to drink.
        [ The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, by Samuel Taylor
         Coleridge ]

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Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers
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= "rusty sword", LOL...
Blackened May 18, 2008 14:47
First comment: 14 May, 2008 31 comments written
Excellent! I smelt treason, but really didn't expect that.
Linkhyrule5 August 15, 2008 08:19
First comment: 15 August, 2008 3 comments written
Actually, I think Chaotic is easiest; the artifacts stink, but its nice not to worry about killing the same race, etc. Though it is nice to just pick a high altarAltars are of three types:
1. In Temples. These are for Sacrifices [...]. The stone
top will have grooves for blood, and the whole will be covered
with _dry brown stains of a troubling kind_ from former
Sacrifices.
[ The Tough Guide to Fantasyland, by Diana Wynne Jones ]

To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods?
        [ Lays of Ancient Rome, by Thomas B. Macaulay ]

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at random.

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