<?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-616257472623683115</id><updated>2011-08-16T12:54:47.031-07:00</updated><category term='Legion of the Leaf'/><category term='kimori airlines'/><category term='taxi'/><category term='roleplay'/><category term='news'/><category term='taiki'/><category term='history'/><category term='family tree'/><category term='info'/><category term='adverts'/><category term='links'/><category term='newbie'/><category term='Laws and Traditions'/><title type='text'>Kimori: the discworld mud kimori clan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155578998862492969</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616257472623683115.post-9119672522225382393</id><published>2011-04-01T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T17:54:44.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roleplay'/><title type='text'>Dokai's story</title><content type='html'>In charicter acount from Laule Kimori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was sauntering around the streets of Ohulan-Cutash and a voice spoke from behind me, "Laule Kimori!" the voice said, I turned to look but there was nobody around, only shadows! I turned to continue my jorny, took another step, "How's that dump Genua these days?" I turned and before me where there had been no one, stood a man with orange in his eyes, I instantly recognised as Dokai, from far back in my youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dokai's story-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally from the Hunghung district of Agatea, two weary travelers from Genua duck in from the rain in one of the more popular orphanages in the area. After spending some time looking about they told the caregiver of the orphanage that they would take the quiet boy with the strange orange eyes. The boy seemed small and wouldn't cost much too feed, plus his odd colored eyes were probably nothing more than malnutrition. The happy family made its way back to Genua and the boy's new house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orphanage had provided limited information about the small child, nothing more than a hand written note scribbled on paper that seemed as though it had sat in the rain for quite some time. The note read something like, "Take care of dookie". Thankfully, because the orphanage had uneasy feelings about calling the baby "dookie", they conveniently decided that there was only one "o" in the last word of the only written history of Dokai's beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dokai learned to hate Genua and everything it had to offer, he resented his new parents for taking him away from the only home he ever knew. He hardly knew his siblings, and only spoke with Laule for any length of time, and that was only to inquire how his half-brother could even stand the city. His love for this place was bewildering to Dokai, a strange and alien feeling that he always probed when given the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dokai spent most of his time hiding from everyone, sitting in his own dark moods away from his family and other kids his age. Outcast from the people of Genua, distanced from his family, he took the first opportunity he could to run away from home. Having never been far from home before, he quickly learned important survival techniques and finally made his way back to Bes Pelargic. He somehow felt at home in this city, as though he belonged. Because of his strange nature, he never fully developed the right type of people skills needed to become a productive member of society, like a banker, or a street sweeper. Instead, he chose to spend his time learning of the ninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dokai jumped into the culture of Agatea with both feet, attempting to make up for lost time, searching for anything that might give him a little insight into who he really was and where he came from. Satisfied with the things he learned, but not finding the answers he was looking for, he moved on to other foreign lands. He can be seen to this day, spending time in his beloved city of Bes Pelargic, and his new acquaintance, Ankh-Morpork and it's surrounding towns. He still keeps in touch with his half-brother, forever curious of his peculiar tastes and funny habits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-9119672522225382393?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/9119672522225382393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=9119672522225382393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/9119672522225382393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/9119672522225382393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2011/04/dokais-story.html' title='Dokai&apos;s story'/><author><name>Laule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323478171993203949</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-616257472623683115.post-5537642509679572947</id><published>2011-03-27T03:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T03:13:43.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roleplay'/><title type='text'>News: Kimori Roleplay</title><content type='html'>For those Kimori interested in more roleplay, check out the &lt;a href="http://s7.zetaboards.com/ceterum"&gt;Ceterum forum&lt;/a&gt;. A roleplay board for the family can be found there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-5537642509679572947?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/5537642509679572947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=5537642509679572947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/5537642509679572947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/5537642509679572947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2011/03/news-kimori-roleplay.html' title='News: Kimori Roleplay'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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-616257472623683115.post-3622647570211266560</id><published>2011-02-17T14:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T07:43:10.988-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family tree'/><title type='text'>Kimori Family Clan Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yPEW9Z-EIIQ/TV6TiuFjs7I/AAAAAAAAADs/XjtXalKGySs/s1600/kimori%2Bfamily%2Btree%2Bv7.1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yPEW9Z-EIIQ/TV6TiuFjs7I/AAAAAAAAADs/XjtXalKGySs/s320/kimori%2Bfamily%2Btree%2Bv7.1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575055613427430322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh! It's an updated family tree! Indeed it is. Many thanks to SumaraiJack for bringing this to my attention. We've grown quite a bit since last time. Can you spot the additions? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-3622647570211266560?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/3622647570211266560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=3622647570211266560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/3622647570211266560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/3622647570211266560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2011/02/kimori-family-clan-update.html' title='Kimori Family Clan Update'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yPEW9Z-EIIQ/TV6TiuFjs7I/AAAAAAAAADs/XjtXalKGySs/s72-c/kimori%2Bfamily%2Btree%2Bv7.1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616257472623683115.post-2496525583097203201</id><published>2011-01-26T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T03:07:54.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimori Family Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_bOJEM1RjwDM/TT_OgIewuXI/AAAAAAAAAlk/awwc-yBPWts/Microsoft%20Word%20Document%2026012011%20073327.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Kimori Family Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kimori Family now has acquired a House in north east Ankh-Morpork in the Green and tranquil setting of the Tump. Laule Kimori is very pleased to have acquired the new house as the Tump is such a quaint location and has a proper castle near by and is on a hill, which affords as Laule says Fantastic and stunning views over the idyllic and peaceful metropolis that is Ankh-Morpork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laule rescued this house as it was the house of the Potpie clan, who Laule is very close links too, considering his Wife Ooonah was a Potpie who married into the Kimori Clan. Laule was sad when he hered the house had gone up for auction but will renovate it and build it back to the glory it once was in dedication to Pame Potpie and for the Glory of the Kimori clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laule has some Ideas on how we can use the house, but would most of all love family members to feel that it is their own place to add and change to make it our own, any financial or physical support is very welcome and please put any new ideas to Laule and I'm sure we can make it a place both to be enjoyed and used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down to Laules room ideas - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front garden - I propose we leave the garden unlocked so people can wander in, and we place a statue(if this is possible) of the great lord Taiki kimori who is our founder of the family in Ankh-Morpork, with a plaque explaining about the family and inviting people if they wish to enjoy the facility's of the house to talk to a member of the family. I may also leave a box with keys as only family members I have permitted will be able to get them.(and npc thief's but I'm not to worried about them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I propose we lock the front door, if people want to come in and share facilities i am more than happy to permit non family members to certain rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downstairs hallway - I have transferred most the stuff from the old kimori bedsit to here and propose that this can be one of 2 general storage areas where family members can keep a chest or wardrobe with their personal items in(I propose that each member locks their furniture item to avoid confusion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Study(Laule) - This is the room Laule fited out for him and Ooonah and I intend to use it as Laules personal study and refurnish it as it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lounge(Fegreac) - In dedication to the Potpies I would like to return this room to being a music room and Fegreac has already got us a beautiful bookshelf to put music instruments on. I propose we also put a bookshelf here with a small library of books from the Disc providing there is space. this would make a good space to Idle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kitchen - A good Role play space as always and I am looking for someone who might enjoy equipping this kitchen, I recommend we move the table that Ryuu obtained using 5 finger discount for us and cups, bowls ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rear Garden(Ceridwen) - I suggested to our Ceridwen that this space could be used for the family witches, a shelf to store teas on, I know that Valdulech prefers camping out beneath the stars and it will be a good place for outside spells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Landing - A second storage space where family members can store their stuff also wondered about keeping components here. like a stash of incense for priests and I would always be happy bringing ash back from my hunting in escrow. Of course tell me what you would find useful and we can see about finding features that may be used all Ideas welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Games Room(Carasel) - Carasel has recently suggested that she would like to try more games out so I have asked her to set up a games room. Id like opinions on the decor of this room I think its quite fitting for a games room I even saw a coffin table I felt may fit in, but that's up to carasel;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Master Bedroom - I feel I should give this room over to Taiki as head of the family and will be keen to see what he would like to do with it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is a line up of rooms in the new Kimori home, because I have put peoples names by rooms dose not mean that they are the only one who can change the room, collaboration is very welcome in fact the more fun and social the house is the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the registered owner of the house Laule holds the money for it and will try to ensure there is always more than 3 months rent in his account so that the house stays in our control, this responsibility is not transferable and I have taken it on happily. If you find using the house useful then I would gladly accept donations to help with upkeep and any furniture and items you would like to add would be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Ceridwen and Zari for helping me move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have a key to the old house please take it there and place it on the bedside cabinet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-2496525583097203201?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/2496525583097203201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=2496525583097203201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/2496525583097203201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/2496525583097203201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2011/01/kimori-family-home.html' title='Kimori Family Home'/><author><name>Laule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323478171993203949</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_bOJEM1RjwDM/TT_OgIewuXI/AAAAAAAAAlk/awwc-yBPWts/s72-c/Microsoft%20Word%20Document%2026012011%20073327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616257472623683115.post-8559012754299374027</id><published>2011-01-22T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T05:29:32.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A chance meeting outside Lancre for Valdulech Kimori</title><content type='html'>an encounter when hunting near Lancre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to tan the fox pelt but only succeed in ruining it, so you throw away the stinking tattered remnants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bury the corpse of a Lancre reciprocating fox deep within the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have gained the small achievement So We Meet Again, in which you had a chance meeting or two. (15000 xp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris emerges from a thaumic door which appears in midair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road here is hard and bare. The ruts created by many passing carts are deep, and there are several trails of ageing footprints in the softer patches. The rotting stump of a tree obstructs part of the trackway. Stands of tall trees cover the ground to the north, east, northeast and southeast and the incredibly steep sides of Lancre Gorge loom to the west and southwest. Ten miles to the north is the Lancre river, two miles to the west is the Lancre river, five miles to the south is Lancre Town, twenty miles to the southeast sits the peak of Bear Mountain, fifty miles to the southeast are some of the long, wall-like peaks of Drumlin's Fell, ten miles to the east is the village of Creel Springs and seven miles to the northwest is the village of Mad Stoat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a freezing cold spindlewinter's morning with a steady breeze and some puffy clouds.&lt;br /&gt;There are two obvious exits: journey south and journey northwest.&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris is standing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris says in Morporkian with a Morporkian accent: well hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bird lands on the stump, before hastily flying off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris bows to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bow to Tiny Fulgoris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thank Tiny Fulgoris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see Tiny Fulgoris of the Sages of the Unknown Shadow, the Fifth Level Wizard.&lt;br /&gt;He is an old dirty b*****d.&lt;br /&gt;He In the peak of his physical form and walking with an easy grace, he swings his baton in a natural graceful arc. A salt and pepper goatee, long almost equiline nose and a piercing gaze from his blue eyes that seem to see into your soul.&lt;br /&gt;He is in good shape.&lt;br /&gt;He is standing.&lt;br /&gt;He has a wooden Djelian shield floating around him.&lt;br /&gt;Holding : Schwing (left hand).&lt;br /&gt;Wearing : a grey fur-trimmed robe, a black backpack, a medium satchel, five gold rings, a stone medallion, a blackened canteen, a coiling gold viper earring, a Philosophers' Society pin and a mirrored timepiece.&lt;br /&gt;Carrying: a lightable torch and an extra-bony fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris says in Morporkian with a Morporkian accent: this obviously isn't Djellibeybi&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris laughs.&lt;br /&gt;You say in Morporkian: we are in the kingdom of lancre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris says in Morporkian with a Morporkian accent: I thought I had left home without my clothes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smile at Tiny Fulgoris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris says in Morporkian with a Morporkian accent: I see, I missed by "that" much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A piece of rotten bark falls from the stump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say in Morporkian: I have never been to Djellibeybi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris gets a gold ring from a pocket in a medium satchel.&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris starts to sketch a door in the air with his finger.&lt;br /&gt;The lines Tiny Fulgoris sketched in the air start to glow a red colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strange green smell escapes from the forming door and slowly wisps its way around the room.&lt;br /&gt;You wave to Tiny Fulgoris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have sworn that your wooden banana just smiled at you.&lt;br /&gt;The door slowly starts to materialise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris dances and capers madly around the door, throwing bizarre coloured bits of power into it and chanting strange and obscure lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dirty piece of fur solidifies with a satisfying thump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris' extra-bony fish squirms.&lt;br /&gt;The dirty piece of fur wobbles alarmingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris says in Morporkian with a Morporkian accent: I meant to say Djelibeybi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris asks in Morporkian with a Morporkian accent: you haven't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris says in Morporkian with a Morporkian accent: there is alot to see...and smell.&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris puts the gold ring in a pocket in the medium satchel.&lt;br /&gt;The dirty piece of fur wobbles alarmingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked worried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dirty piece of fur falls!&lt;br /&gt;The portal disappears with a small clap of thunder.&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris sighs.&lt;br /&gt;The morning sun disappears behind a cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris says in Morporkian with a Morporkian accent: I've been forced to learn all of my skills again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bird lands on the stump, before hastily flying off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris says in Morporkian with a Morporkian accent: It's almost insufferable.&lt;br /&gt;You say in Morporkian: i heared its dry there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris says in Morporkian with a Morporkian accent: never rains.&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris gets a gold ring from a pocket in a medium satchel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say in Morporkian: its hard when you have to learn somthing you once knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris starts to sketch a door in the air with his finger.&lt;br /&gt;The lines Tiny Fulgoris sketched in the air start to glow a red colour.&lt;br /&gt;A strange green smell escapes from the forming door and slowly wisps its way around the room.&lt;br /&gt;wave Fulgoris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wave to Tiny Fulgoris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door slowly starts to materialise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris dances and capers madly around the door, throwing bizarre coloured bits of power into it and chanting strange and obscure lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mysterious wire mesh door solidifies with a satisfying thump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a thin door made of a wire mesh. It seems to be a portal to another place, defying the laws of Behind and In Front. It is closed.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Tiny Fulgoris says in Morporkian with a Morporkian accent: quite&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris puts the gold ring in a pocket in the medium satchel.&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris opens the mysterious wire mesh door.&lt;br /&gt;wave madly Fulgoris&lt;br /&gt;You wave madly to Tiny Fulgoris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris acks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris gives the mysterious wire mesh door a good shove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look through the mysterious wire mesh door:&lt;br /&gt;In the heart of the Red Triangle maze, alleys lead in all directions, and you are unsure which way to turn. Six alleys meet here, or possibly, depending on your point of view leave from here. Either way, there are a lot of possible exits.&lt;br /&gt;It is a freezing cold spindlewinter's morning with a steady breeze and some puffy clouds.&lt;br /&gt;There are six obvious exits: north, east, northeast, northwest, southeast and southwest.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The mysterious wire mesh door wobbles alarmingly.&lt;br /&gt;The mysterious wire mesh door wobbles alarmingly.&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris says in Morporkian with a Morporkian accent: Medina&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris sighs.&lt;br /&gt;The mysterious wire mesh door wobbles alarmingly.&lt;br /&gt;The mysterious wire mesh door falls!&lt;br /&gt;The portal disappears with a small clap of thunder.&lt;br /&gt;A piece of rotten bark falls from the stump.&lt;br /&gt;say I don't even know where that is!&lt;br /&gt;You exclaim in Morporkian: I don't even know where that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris says in Morporkian with a Morporkian accent: you don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;You say in Morporkian: is it dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris says in Morporkian with a Morporkian accent: extremely so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris gets a gold ring from a pocket in a medium satchel.&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris starts to sketch a door in the air with his finger.&lt;br /&gt;The lines Tiny Fulgoris sketched in the air start to glow a red colour.&lt;br /&gt;A strange green smell escapes from the forming door and slowly wisps its way around the room.&lt;br /&gt;The door slowly starts to materialise.&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris dances and capers madly around the door, throwing bizarre coloured bits of power into it and chanting strange and obscure lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;A dirty piece of fur solidifies with a satisfying thump.&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris opens the dirty piece of fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a large dirty piece of fur just hanging in the air. It seems to be a portal to another place, defying the laws of Behind and In Front. It is open.&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris puts the gold ring in a pocket in the medium satchel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look through the dirty piece of fur:&lt;br /&gt;The street is beginning to get busy here, or quieting down, depending upon your perspective. Small groups of people bustle either on their way to the bazaar or back with arm loads of shopping. The street is also a little aromatic here thanks to the camel fields directly to the south. This is the ideal location for camel herders, being so close to the bazaar and the Tsort Road and so they utilise every bit of land which hasn't been built upon. A gate to the south leads into the fields and then the road continues east towards the junction with Deity Lane and winds west toward the Tsort Road. Someone's house is to the west. A small passage leads to the north.&lt;br /&gt;It is a very warm Seedtime's morning with gusty winds and a beautifully clear sky.&lt;br /&gt;There are three obvious exits: east, west and southwest.&lt;br /&gt;A wooden bucket is by the gate into the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bird lands on the stump, before hastily flying off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris says in Morporkian with a Morporkian accent: aha, thats the trick, try for a different city and get my original destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have sworn that your wooden banana blew you a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wave to Tiny Fulgoris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris says in Morporkian with a Morporkian accent: nice to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris gives the dirty piece of fur a good shove.&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Fulgoris moves through the dirty piece of fur.&lt;br /&gt;The dirty piece of fur wobbles alarmingly.&lt;br /&gt;The dirty piece of fur wobbles alarmingly.&lt;br /&gt;The morning sun peeks out from behind a cloud.&lt;br /&gt;The dirty piece of fur wobbles alarmingly.&lt;br /&gt;The dirty piece of fur falls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day I was shopping in Lancre and bought a nice peace of Cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bite eagerly into the Carrot Surprise Cake and savour the unusual sweet and crunchy texture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cake is an experiment in exotic fare. The rich, dark exterior has been baked to perfection, concealing the "surprise" inclusion of raw, baby carrots. Each mouthful provides a taste sensation quite unlike any before in the history of baking.&lt;br /&gt;It has just been nibbled on.&lt;br /&gt;It looks nice and fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And invited Carasel, the daughter of my Lord to come to lancre to try this lovely cake.&lt;br /&gt;We have been friends since I came to Ankh-Morpork, despite my poor Morporkian she helped me to comunicate with the other Kimori. With this cake we established the eternal bond of our friendship as best friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-8559012754299374027?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/8559012754299374027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=8559012754299374027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/8559012754299374027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/8559012754299374027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2011/01/chance-meeting-outside-lancre-for.html' title='A chance meeting outside Lancre for Valdulech Kimori'/><author><name>Laule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323478171993203949</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-616257472623683115.post-8482306337763659061</id><published>2010-11-18T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T07:45:25.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laule Kimori's story for the Taxi story contest</title><content type='html'>A Tale of Two Witches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was between life and death that I found myself that day, which makes taxiin difficult as the dead don't pay for there rides even before I tried and failed them. This was the way with Taxi requests it seemed, I missed the part when the request came to me where the client said if you taxi me you will kill me! But as always no questions asked I serve to please and when I arrive the details always seep out, "I have no money!" "I didn't know escrow had vampires!" but I guess other Taxi's just get angry, I however am the fluffy, nice but easy to fool Taxi and in this instance I was oh so absent in my thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had always been well known how much I admired Witches, even before I was promoted to head witch in the Guild of taxi's I was always keen to talk to witches but witches so rarely require our services. When a request came from a young witch I was very excited, so awoken by the thought that I quite forgot myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was waiting at a small church in Sto lat, I admit this made me more keen than ever as I requested her kindly to follow me and called upon pishe to grant me and my young fare the means to travel. This was my first mistake as I could not travel from within a sanctuary so I took her by the hand and lead her outside, my second mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw flowers, brides maids, people cheering and birds singing songs of celebration......A lynch mob was waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown to me this innocent Witch had committed crimes against the good people of Sto lat and even though I was quick to move to defend her I was too late, one thug had grabbed her and I treed to keep a grip of her hand but the crowd surged around me and she had gone like a small boat that has been pulled from the shore by the rage of a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found her body..... I knelt and I cried, why hadent she told me and it soon dawned why she had been in the sanctuary in the first place and I felt such a fool. I felt a cold hand resting reassuringly on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still very shocked and dazed by the whole thing I raised my hand to my shoulder, my sigh deep I closed my eyes, one last tear rolled down my cheek as I said "you have departed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt very different and although I had helped many souls find their way back to the world of the living, I knew that even Pishe could not grant my request here, and the severity of the situation was clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the Taxi Guild office sat behind my desk feeling very feeble, when the call comes in. Another witch requires help in the Ramtops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I says resolved "I am there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dark by the time I arrived in Razorback, the message read "beside Fire fly lake" in a fine scripted hand. I climbed down off the bridge and walked with some trepidation down towards the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat on the quaint bench awaiting fare, elbows on my knees, face in my palms considering the day's events when I felt the cold sharp of a blade against my throat...... My breaths deepened...... my pulse quickened...... I could feel the sweat on my brow even though it was not a warm night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt warm breaths flow from my ear on to my neck, I waited......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laule Kimori?" her voice was cutting but had a softness to it that I just couldn't place. "I need your help" The blade still held tight to my jugular, I mustered the courage to speak and only could manage in a grunt of a man in fear for his life "Yes?", "Did you see others on the way here?" she withdrew the blade, I felt relieved and thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up, "No, I saw no one" She stepped into the light of the moon and I caught a glimpse of her pale as the purely driven snow skin, her eyes mirrored the colour of the moon light as it penetrates the canopy above and her lips..... drew my attention as she spoke a whisper "where can you take me?" lips red like blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was in a dream and I gazed a little longer into her eyes before I realized I was staring. I quickly glanced over at the pool "The pool is beautiful!" I absently said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could sense impatience in her voice.... but also tiredness "I can't run anymore!" she looked around nervously, "they have not let me rest, it all started in Bad ass on the lane near granny's! Since they have taken my broom" She looked very weary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there was a flash! She Gasped "their here!", figures clad in black where all around us.&lt;br /&gt;I moved to defend her drawing my mighty mace into both hands. I swung wildly but they where just too quick, lightning arched across the clearing narrowly missing me catching the witch square in the chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tired body slumped to the ground. I stooped over here, my heart pumping.... she was still breathing and then I knew where to go! I called out to pishe and we faded into the clearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kneeling on the rainy more tears dampened my rain drenched check further, I placed my hands on the burns on her chest and preyed and the life came back into her, She smiled and said "I just need some space to breath, need to get away!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her words returned the warmth into my bones, I wiped my face with the back of my hand, stood and sheathed my Retribution. "When you have recovered your strength, I have a beautiful secluded place for you in the mountain kingdom of Calh-Nhad far far away."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-8482306337763659061?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/8482306337763659061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=8482306337763659061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/8482306337763659061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/8482306337763659061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2010/11/laule-kimoris-story-for-taxi-story.html' title='Laule Kimori&apos;s story for the Taxi story contest'/><author><name>Laule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323478171993203949</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-616257472623683115.post-7075752286067097111</id><published>2010-11-15T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T05:12:46.437-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roleplay'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Wedding Day - by Laule Kimori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the edge of Firefly Lake, a spectacular and secluded spot, alluring to both nature lovers or lovers by nature. Perfect for those who wish to spend time admiring the scenery with that special someone. The lake glows and sparkles in the light, while the trees sway slightly in a cool breeze. An occasional swan swims across the clear, blue waters as if in an artist's landscape, but somehow it seems that it would be better to wait until dark to see the real beauty of this lake. The wooden bench here is set perfectly to look out across the lake and admire the resplendence of the area.It is a warm summer prime's evening with almost no wind and a beautifully clear sky.&lt;br /&gt;Competent Uhr Kimori is sitting here and Magistrate Jeanie, Black Ooonah Potpie (dim), Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie, an aristocratic Ramtop wolfhound, Holy Kyoshi Kimori and Sister Carasel Kimori are standing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple bench is sitting on the grass beside the lake.&lt;br /&gt;A brief splattering of raindrops land on the ground as Pious Pli Veridicus appears, accompanied by the tang of ozone.&lt;br /&gt;You feel dry now.&lt;br /&gt;Pious Pli Veridicus puts the title changer in a pocket in the hunter's pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie suddenly steps out of the foreground next to you.Black Ooonah Potpie screams.&lt;br /&gt;You say: now im ready&lt;br /&gt;You smile.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie listens carefully to Black Ooonah Potpie.Competent Uhr Kimori grins.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie cracks her knuckles.Black Ooonah Potpie flutters her eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie cowers in a corner from Black Ooonah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie sidles up to you.Competent Uhr Kimori whispers loudly goddaddy brought cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smile uneasily.&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie asks Ooonah Potpie and you Shall we start then?&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie's sapphire blue crystal flame ring shimmers.&lt;br /&gt;You tell Ooonah Potpie and Jeanie indeed and thank you Pious Pli Veridicus smiles at Black Ooonah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;Pious Pli Veridicus smiles at you.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie wrings her hands over and over and over and over and overPious Pli Veridicus hugs Magistrate Jeanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says with a Lancrastian accent: Please cut down any spam, we are about to begin.&lt;br /&gt;A wedding arbour appears in a puff of romance.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie offers to marry you to Black Ooonah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie's small blue scorpion peers at you with a disdainful look.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie freaks out.Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie's oversized bright blue spider gnashes its mandibles audibly.&lt;br /&gt;You agree to marry Black Ooonah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says with a Lancrastian accent: We are gathered here to perform a marriage on very short notice - and at least I am a bit relieved to see that the bride shows no signs of having to marry _right now_ or it being too late.&lt;br /&gt;You smile happily.&lt;br /&gt;Pious Pli Veridicus cheers enthusiastically at you.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says with a Lancrastian accent: So maybe it's just the love that Ooonah and Laule share that brings them here today, a love that makes them unable to stand living without the other for a single day longer.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie looks downBlack Ooonah Potpie sucks her tummy in&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie smiles at you.Magistrate Jeanie says with a Lancrastian accent: Let us go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie opens the thin book to page 1.&lt;br /&gt;You nod.&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie gives Ooonah away as she is the only other Potpie present.&lt;br /&gt;You thank Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie reads page one of an open thin book.&lt;br /&gt;The aristocratic Ramtop wolfhound lies down.Magistrate Jeanie asks with a Lancrastian accent: Laule, will you take Ooonah as your wife? Will you love her, comfort her, honour and keep her, and forsaking all others, keep only unto her, as long as you both shall live?&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie clings onto Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie pats Black Ooonah Potpie on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say: I will&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie asks with a Lancrastian accent: Ooonah, will you take Laule as your husband? Will you love him, comfort him, honour and keep him, and forsaking all others, keep only unto him, as long as you both shall live?&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie gasps in astonishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so peaceful here.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie beams brightly.Black Ooonah Potpie nods happily.Black Ooonah Potpie exclaims with a Morporkian accent: I will!A glittering sprinkle of light scatters about the room from Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie's sapphire blue crystal teardrop necklace.Magistrate Jeanie smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie does a little danceMultilingual Shenandoah Potpie's pair of sapphire blue crystal bubble earrings slithers around a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smile very happliy.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says with a Lancrastian accent: I think there was something the groom wanted to do now.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie agrees to marry you.Black Ooonah Potpie blinks.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie blinks at you.&lt;br /&gt;The aristocratic Ramtop wolfhound wonders what space turtles eat.Sister Carasel Kimori's dragonhead ring breathes little streams of fire.Magistrate Jeanie listens carefully to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sing "we said weed walk together" softly and a little nerviously to Black Ooonah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie fans Laule a little cause he looks like he passed outThere is a sudden white flash around Pious Pli Veridicus.&lt;br /&gt;You sing "baby come what may" stronger now to Black Ooonah Potpie.Black Ooonah Potpie blushes at you.&lt;br /&gt;You sing "that come the twilight" to Black Ooonah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;You sing "should we lose our way"&lt;br /&gt;You sing now looking at Black Ooonah Potpie "if as we are walking our hands should slip free"&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie's sapphire blue crystal flame ring glimmers.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie holds your hand and You sing "i will wait for you" while gazing into Black Ooonah Potpie's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The aristocratic Ramtop wolfhound quietly ponders this life.&lt;br /&gt;You sing to Black Ooonah Potpie "should i fall behind I will wait for to you. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A leaf floats down and lands in the lake, causing ripples to glitter around it.&lt;br /&gt;You take a deep breath filling your lungs full of the crisp cool air.&lt;br /&gt;You sing out looking across the lake "now everyone dreams of a love lasting and true"&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie grins at Black Ooonah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;Scattered light dances from Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie's sapphire blue crystal teardrop necklace.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie swoons at you.&lt;br /&gt;You sing "but you and i know what this life can do" turning back to look at Black Ooonah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie's pair of sapphire blue crystal bubble earrings glitters.&lt;br /&gt;You sing "so let us make our steps clear so the other may see."&lt;br /&gt;You sing "and I will wait for you" to Black Ooonah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;You sing to Black Ooonah Potpie "should i fall behind I will wait for to you."&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie turns all sorts of colours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sing "Now theres a beutiful river in the valey ahead" to Black Ooonah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;A breeze flows across the area, cooling your face and gently tousling your hair.&lt;br /&gt;Competent Uhr Kimori sniffs away a tear&lt;br /&gt;You sing "There neath the oaks bow soon we will be wed" to Black Ooonah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;You sing "should we lose each other" to Black Ooonah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;Sister Carasel Kimori's dragonhead ring snorts little puffs of smoke into the air.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie fans herself and smiles brightly&lt;br /&gt;You sing "in the shadow of the evenings trees" to Black Ooonah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;You sing "I will wait for you" to Black Ooonah Potpie.Black Ooonah Potpie hums to you.&lt;br /&gt;You sing "should I fall behind wait for......." to Black Ooonah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;You sing "me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie looks at you.&lt;br /&gt;You say: few&lt;br /&gt;You smile at Pli Veridicus, Jeanie, Ooonah Potpie, Shenandoah Potpie, the aristocratic Ramtop wolfhound, Uhr Kimori, Kyoshi Kimori and Carasel Kimori.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie applauds you wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie's sapphire blue crystal teardrop necklace glimmers.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: Now that's love!&lt;br /&gt;Competent Uhr Kimori claps his hands.&lt;br /&gt;Sister Carasel Kimori cheers enthusiastically.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie exclaims to you with a Morporkian accent: you are so sweet Laule!Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie's sapphire blue crystal flame ring shimmers.&lt;br /&gt;You smile lovingly at Black Ooonah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;Competent Uhr Kimori says with a Morporkian accent: Goddady has good voice&lt;br /&gt;Pious Pli Veridicus cheers enthusiastically at you.&lt;br /&gt;Competent Uhr Kimori nods sagely.&lt;br /&gt;Pious Pli Veridicus kneels and prays quietly for a few moments.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says to Sister Carasel Kimori with a Lancrastian accent: The rings please.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie squirms delightedly.&lt;br /&gt;Sister Carasel Kimori gives a white gold wedding ring and a dragonhead ring to Magistrate Jeanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A leaf floats down and lands in the lake, causing ripples to glitter around it.&lt;br /&gt;The aristocratic Ramtop wolfhound sniffs the air.&lt;br /&gt;You thank Black Ooonah Potpie with all the love in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;A few glittering bubbles detach themselves from Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie's pair of sapphire blue crystal bubble earrings and bob cheerily away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says with a Lancrastian accent: Please, Laule, give this ring to Ooonah and repeat after me:&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie gives a white gold wedding ring to you.Magistrate Jeanie says with a Lancrastian accent: With this ring, I marry you and join my life to yours.&lt;br /&gt;You give a white gold wedding ring to Black Ooonah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;You say: With this ring, I marry you and join my life to yours.Magistrate Jeanie smiles.&lt;br /&gt;The aristocratic Ramtop wolfhound looks calmly at Competent Uhr Kimori.&lt;br /&gt;You smile happily.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says with a Lancrastian accent: Now, Ooonah, please give this ring to Laule and repeat after me:&lt;br /&gt;The aristocratic Ramtop wolfhound stands up.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie gives a dragonhead ring to Black Ooonah Potpie.Magistrate Jeanie says with a Lancrastian accent: With this ring, I marry you and join my life to yours.&lt;br /&gt;You gaze lovingly at Black Ooonah Potpie.The evening sun disappears behind a cloud.&lt;br /&gt;You smile at Black Ooonah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see Black Ooonah Potpie the Witch. She is a strapping young human lass. A dark Drow Queen crosses your mind at a lingering glance at her etheral beauty. Chestnut skin glows, and clouds of shockingly white hair frame a haunting vissage. Her neck is long and regal, the dips and curves of it hold jewelry in a very sexy manner, making you want to touch her there. Hands as delicate as whispers move gracefully like leaves in the wind. They seem to almost flutter as she fiddles with things...She is in good shape.She is standing.You can't help but notice sixteen warts upon her face.She has a frying pan floating around her.A small swarm of powdery grey moths is spiralling chaotically around her.She looks rather warm.Holding : a broomstick (left hand and right hand).Wearing : a pair of lace-up ladies' boots, a crude string bag, a small backpack, a pointy black hat, a D'reg wedding dress, a set of jingly handmaiden's bangles, a brightly coloured bangle and a platinum engagement ring.Carrying: a dragonhead ring and a white gold wedding ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A breeze flows across the area, cooling your face and gently tousling your hair.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie asks with a Lancrastian accent: Ooonah, can you hear me?Black Ooonah Potpie's dragonhead ring yawns sleepily.&lt;br /&gt;Laule Kimori looks nervious&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie prods Black Ooonah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;A glittering sprinkle of light scatters about the room from Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie's sapphire blue crystal teardrop necklace.&lt;br /&gt;You tell Jeanie and Pli Veridicus: she will be back&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie's pair of sapphire blue crystal bubble earrings glints richly.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says with a Lancrastian accent: All this may have been a bit much in short time for the loverly bride Ooonah, let's hope she recovers soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie panics.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie pants.&lt;br /&gt;You tell Pli Veridicus and Jeanie: she is proberbly panicking more than us&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie smiles at Black Ooonah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie freaks out.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says with a Lancrastian accent: All is fine.&lt;br /&gt;You beam at Black Ooonah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A leaf floats down and lands in the lake, causing ripples to glitter around it.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie faints.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie apologises.&lt;br /&gt;You say: just happy you are back&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie curses her loss of conciousness.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says with a Lancrastian accent: Nothing to apologise for.&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie hugs Black Ooonah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie wears a white gold wedding ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says with a Lancrastian accent: Now, Ooonah, please give the ring to Laule and repeat after me:Magistrate Jeanie says with a Lancrastian accent: With this ring, I marry you and join my life to yours.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie gives a dragonhead ring to you.&lt;br /&gt;The evening sun peeks out from behind a cloud.You beam brightly.&lt;br /&gt;You wear a dragonhead ring.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie says with a Morporkian accent: With this ring, I marry you and join my life to yours&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie smiles at you.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie closes the thin book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says with a Lancrastian accent: Let us pray.You smile like a man in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says with a Lancrastian accent: Our lady Pishe, creator and preserver of all life, please look with favor upon those who have assembled here, and especially upon this man and this woman who decided to live together in matrimony.&lt;br /&gt;You bow your head&lt;br /&gt;Scattered light dances from Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie's sapphire blue crystal teardrop necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says with a Lancrastian accent: Give them wisdom and devotion, that each may be to the other a strength in need, a counselor in perplexity, a comfort in sorrow, and a companion in joy. Give them grace, when they hurt each other, to recognize and acknowledge their fault, and to seek each other's forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Your dragonhead ring snorts little puffs of smoke into the air.&lt;br /&gt;Sister Carasel Kimori spends a moment in thought with her head bowed.&lt;br /&gt;Pious Pli Veridicus spends a moment in thought with his head bowed.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says with a Lancrastian accent: And give them such fulfillment of their mutual affection that they may reach out in love and concern for others.&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie briefly bows her head and mutters something.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie shuffles her feet in embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says with a Lancrastian accent: Ooonah and Laule, by the authority vested in me by our Lady Pishe and by the Council of Ankh-Morpork, I now pronounce you husband and wife. From this day on, your lives shall forever be joined by the vows you made today.&lt;br /&gt;You smile at Black Ooonah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie's pair of sapphire blue crystal bubble earrings glitters.&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie congratulates you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie gasps in astonishment.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Potpie gasps in astonishment at you.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says with a Lancrastian accent: Those who were joined together here today, let no man put asunder.&lt;br /&gt;A white dove appears from nowhere and drops a wedding ring into your hands.&lt;br /&gt;The dove then flies to Black Ooonah Potpie and drops a matching wedding ring into she hands before flying away.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie marries Black Ooonah Potpie to you.&lt;br /&gt;The wedding arbour vanishes into a romance dimension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori gasps in astonishment at you.&lt;br /&gt;Sister Carasel Kimori cheers enthusiastically.&lt;br /&gt;Competent Uhr Kimori stands up.&lt;br /&gt;Competent Uhr Kimori cheers enthusiastically.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says to you with a Lancrastian accent: You may kiss the Bride.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori tackles you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swan ducks its head into the water and comes back up flapping its wings.&lt;br /&gt;You kiss Black Ooonah Kimori softly and sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie woos at you.&lt;br /&gt;Pious Pli Veridicus cheers you.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori stands on her tiptoes&lt;br /&gt;Competent Uhr Kimori dances and cheers wildly&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie's sapphire blue crystal flame ring pulses warmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says with a Lancrastian accent: And now it is my happy privilege to congratulate and introduce to you the newly wed couple Ooonah and Laule.&lt;br /&gt;Pious Pli Veridicus cheers enthusiastically at you.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie congratulates you.&lt;br /&gt;You kiss Black Ooonah Kimori softly and sweetly with love some more.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori kisses you passionately.&lt;br /&gt;Pious Pli Veridicus applauds Magistrate Jeanie wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie cheers enthusiastically at you.&lt;br /&gt;You thank Magistrate Jeanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competent Uhr Kimori cheers enthusiastically.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie and Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie cheer enthusiastically at you.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori exclaims with a Morporkian accent: I am married?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Pious Pli Veridicus hugs Magistrate Jeanie.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori exclaims to you with a Morporkian accent: we are married?!?!&lt;br /&gt;The aristocratic Ramtop wolfhound yawns.&lt;br /&gt;Competent Uhr Kimori says with a Morporkian accent: Jeanie sais so&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori explodes cake.Competent Uhr Kimori exclaims with a Morporkian accent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we eat cake!&lt;br /&gt;Competent Uhr Kimori looks around for cake&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori snuggles up to you affectionately.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori hugs you.&lt;br /&gt;Competent Uhr Kimori asks with a Morporkian accent: Who brought cake?&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie gibbers madly.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori says to Competent Uhr Kimori with a Morporkian accent: I think they forgot the cake...&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie curls up in Black Ooonah Potpie's lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competent Uhr Kimori wonders if he was suposed to bring the cake&lt;br /&gt;Competent Uhr Kimori panics.&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie's sapphire blue crystal teardrop necklace glimmers.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori comforts Competent Uhr Kimori.&lt;br /&gt;A bubble pops in Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie's pair of sapphire blue crystal bubble earrings.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori purrs contentedly at Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie.&lt;br /&gt;Competent Uhr Kimori grins.Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie asks with a Lancrastian accent: we could have pasta instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competent Uhr Kimori says with a Morporkian accent: Uhr likes pasta&lt;br /&gt;Ooonah Kimori exclaims to Jeanie and you: WORKING ON IT!&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori likes pasta too&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie lifts Ooonah up in the jewish chair dance.It seems so peaceful here.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori bobs up and down trying not to fall off&lt;br /&gt;Your dragonhead ring yawns sleepily.&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie giggles at Black Ooonah Kimori.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie sits down.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie stands up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aristocratic Ramtop wolfhound nibbles on her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie puts Ooonah down gently.&lt;br /&gt;Pious Pli Veridicus waves madly to you.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie waves to Pious Pli Veridicus.&lt;br /&gt;Competent Uhr Kimori chuckles.&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie's sapphire blue crystal flame ring glimmers.&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie eats imaginary raspberry cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swan ducks its head into the water and comes back up flapping its wings.&lt;br /&gt;Competent Uhr Kimori asks with a Morporkian accent: What we do now?&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says with a Lancrastian accent: Well, having spoken of the advantages of cake vs no cake earlier, I think a marriage with groom and bride present is still great, even in absence of cake.&lt;br /&gt;Competent Uhr Kimori nods.&lt;br /&gt;The aristocratic Ramtop wolfhound yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A glittering sprinkle of light scatters about the room from Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie's sapphire blue crystal teardrop necklace.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori screams.&lt;br /&gt;You cheer enthusiastically.&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie's pair of sapphire blue crystal bubble earrings glints richly.Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooonah Kimori says with a Morporkian accent: Im a Kimori Pie&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori gasps in astonishment.&lt;br /&gt;Competent Uhr Kimori says with a Morporkian accent: Uhr likes pie&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie weeps with Black Ooonah Kimori.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori cheers enthusiastically.&lt;br /&gt;You cuddle Black Ooonah Kimori happily.&lt;br /&gt;You say: thank you all for this you have made us both so happy&lt;br /&gt;Competent Uhr Kimori smiles happily.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: My pleasure. May you have a happy life as a married couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask Black Ooonah Kimori: do you like the ring?&lt;br /&gt;Your dragonhead ring breathes little streams of fire.&lt;br /&gt;A breeze flows across the area, cooling your face and gently tousling your hair.&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie pats you on the back.&lt;br /&gt;You thank Magistrate Jeanie again for getting this together so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;You thank Sister Carasel Kimori for being best woman.&lt;br /&gt;The aristocratic Ramtop wolfhound wonders where the t-shop is.&lt;br /&gt;You thank Competent Uhr Kimori for being best godson.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie smiles at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competent Uhr Kimori cheers enthusiastically at you.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori reads the wedding ring.&lt;br /&gt;The aristocratic Ramtop wolfhound sniffs thoughtfully at the air.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori exclaims to you with a Morporkian accent: I love it sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie tells Ooonah Kimori and you: I hope the ceremony was ok for you - we didn't really have time to talk about things beforehand.The flames on Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie's sapphire blue crystal flame ring seem to dance.&lt;br /&gt;Ooonah Kimori exclaims to Jeanie and you: It was lovely!&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori thanks you.&lt;br /&gt;The aristocratic Ramtop wolfhound nibbles on her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori beams brightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competent Uhr Kimori asks with a Morporkian accent: Kyoshi! You have cake?&lt;br /&gt;Holy Kyoshi Kimori cheers enthusiastically at you.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: Now I'll have to do the paperwork for your marriage at the Council. Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori exclaims to you with a Morporkian accent: cake!&lt;br /&gt;Holy Kyoshi Kimori hugs Black Ooonah Kimori.&lt;br /&gt;A bubble pops in Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie's pair of sapphire blue crystal bubble earrings.&lt;br /&gt;You thank Holy Kyoshi Kimori for coming.Black Ooonah Kimori huggles Holy Kyoshi Kimori.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie waves to you.Holy Kyoshi Kimori waves to Magistrate Jeanie.Magistrate Jeanie opens the gate and goes through.&lt;br /&gt;You wave to Magistrate Jeanie.&lt;br /&gt;A leaf floats down and lands in the lake, causing ripples to glitter around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori exclaims to you with a Morporkian accent: you were very prepared! all I did was have a dress!&lt;br /&gt;You exclaim to Holy Kyoshi Kimori: this means the kimori and potpie clans have a link!&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori beams brightly.&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie collapses from excitement.&lt;br /&gt;Holy Kyoshi Kimori gasps in astonishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori nods happily.&lt;br /&gt;You exclaim: Ooonah you are so beutiful!&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori blushes hotly.&lt;br /&gt;Multilingual Shenandoah Potpie raises her glass and toasts you with toast.&lt;br /&gt;Black Ooonah Kimori swirls in her tiny wedding dress&lt;br /&gt;You beam lots and lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................And they all had Cake and tattoos and lived happily ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-7075752286067097111?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/7075752286067097111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=7075752286067097111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/7075752286067097111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/7075752286067097111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-wedding-day-by-laule-kimori-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Laule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323478171993203949</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-616257472623683115.post-5459750137551209371</id><published>2010-09-16T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T12:59:49.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roleplay'/><title type='text'>'Interview with a Roleplayer: Laule Kimori' by Aell von Glitz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Written in Agatean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month's interview had to be brief, as my organising of the&lt;br /&gt;Assassins' House Games left me with very little spare time to&lt;br /&gt;write. I sat in my study sorting papers, wondering who I should&lt;br /&gt;ask to interview, when a leaflet dropped out from inside a stack&lt;br /&gt;of forms. "TAXI -- The Original Portal Club" decorated the front,&lt;br /&gt;with a picture of a smiling priest on the front. The priest, I&lt;br /&gt;knew, was Laule Kimori -- President of the Taxi Club. After some&lt;br /&gt;inquiring, I found that Laule was on an extended break to his&lt;br /&gt;grandmother's house in Bois. So, summoning my own taxi, I headed&lt;br /&gt;on to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered the door with his usual welcoming smile. "I'm very&lt;br /&gt;much looking forward to talking to you," he stated, gesturing for&lt;br /&gt;me to come in. "If you're happy to come into my little room&lt;br /&gt;upstairs, it's quiet and safe, and we won't be disturbed."&lt;br /&gt;Thanking him, I followed him up the stairs and took the empty&lt;br /&gt;seat he gestured to. As he perched on the edge of his bed, I&lt;br /&gt;immediately got right down to business, questioning Laule about&lt;br /&gt;his early life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I grew up in the forests near here," he started, gazing out&lt;br /&gt;the windows to the woodlands of Bois. "It was such a wonderful&lt;br /&gt;place to be a child; kind woodsmen, talking mice... quite ideal,&lt;br /&gt;I think!" I noticed his gaze was dreamy and reminiscent so I left&lt;br /&gt;him with his thoughts for a few moments before encouraging him to&lt;br /&gt;tell me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't know at the time that my family originated from far&lt;br /&gt;across the sea. I always wondered about my father's accent, but&lt;br /&gt;being a child I was quite oblivious to the world outside Bois!"&lt;br /&gt;He chuckled to himself, his rounded belly shaking with the&lt;br /&gt;movement. "When I grew older and desired to venture from Bois, I&lt;br /&gt;travelled to Genua. I found, to my surprise, an older brother and&lt;br /&gt;sister that I had not known about. Suddenly the world seemed very&lt;br /&gt;big."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a certain innocence about Laule that was not&lt;br /&gt;immediately apparent when meeting him. I speculate now, whilst&lt;br /&gt;writing this, that growing up in a secluded fairytale village&lt;br /&gt;like Bois leaves you with a certain childish naivety, especially&lt;br /&gt;when venturing out into the rest of the Disc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suddenly I had family where I only had solitude before,"&lt;br /&gt;continued Laule, warmth reaching his reminiscent eyes. "There&lt;br /&gt;were so many people I had not met, so I travelled to Ankh-Morpork&lt;br /&gt;where the rest of my family had made a home. It took me qite a&lt;br /&gt;while to get there," he added, "but I had some skills, and I had&lt;br /&gt;seen an advertisement in the paper for people who could transport&lt;br /&gt;others around... so by the powers that Pishe granted me I was&lt;br /&gt;able to use this as a chance to earn a living whilst exploring my&lt;br /&gt;heritage!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd noticed that Laule had mentioned he was a follower of Pishe.&lt;br /&gt;My curiosity taking the better of me, I inquired what had drawn&lt;br /&gt;him to this walk of life. "If I said that I was lost in the&lt;br /&gt;forest and found Pishe, it would not be far from the truth! I&lt;br /&gt;wandered at night into a wooded place, with a pool," he stated,&lt;br /&gt;his gestures now somewhat animated. "There was a priest there and&lt;br /&gt;his words rang clear in my mind. I had only ever a desire for&lt;br /&gt;good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole scenario struck me as being the closest thing to&lt;br /&gt;'fate', but I did have to wonder what Laule would have done had&lt;br /&gt;he not found that secluded pool. "Well, I don't think it's a&lt;br /&gt;secret the admiration, should I say, that I have developed for&lt;br /&gt;witches." He chuckled to himself. "I would talk about them so&lt;br /&gt;frequently with the fellow members of taxi, they jokingly made me&lt;br /&gt;their head witch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was with this that our interview ended. The sun was&lt;br /&gt;setting over the peaceful village of Bois, and Laule escorted me&lt;br /&gt;to the door where my taxi was patiently waiting. I asked if he&lt;br /&gt;had any closing remarks before I left. "Do you know what it's&lt;br /&gt;like to stand on the ice fields at the Hub and look over all of&lt;br /&gt;the Disc?" And with a wink, he shut the door, leaving me to&lt;br /&gt;ponder this on my short journey back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-5459750137551209371?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/5459750137551209371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=5459750137551209371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/5459750137551209371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/5459750137551209371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2010/09/interview-with-roleplayer-laule-kimori.html' title='&apos;Interview with a Roleplayer: Laule Kimori&apos; by Aell von Glitz'/><author><name>Laule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323478171993203949</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-616257472623683115.post-3805707017465656466</id><published>2010-09-16T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T09:48:24.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Macha and Anjin's wedding</title><content type='html'>Some of the Kimori family where invited to a beautiful wedding ceremony today, proceedings follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macha Hirashi says: alright everyone shut up! so we can start&lt;br /&gt;Macha Hirashi grins.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says: Before we start, please try to be a bit&lt;br /&gt;    quiet. Nay eating, drinking, chatting during the ceremony :)&lt;br /&gt;Eliza Kimori sits down and admires the couple quietly, .. almost a tear in her eye.&lt;br /&gt;Sister Eloise Hirashi sits down.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Macha Hirashi giggles.&lt;br /&gt;Sister Sushiko sits down.&lt;br /&gt;Minister Llia Kimori sits down.&lt;br /&gt;Young Tritia Rainseeker sits down.&lt;br /&gt;Pious Dvalinn sits down down.&lt;br /&gt;Minister Llia Kimori prostrates herself and shouts praise to&lt;br /&gt;Pishe, Goddess of Slight Showers.&lt;br /&gt;Pious Dvalinn sits down.&lt;br /&gt;Minister Llia Kimori sits up.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says: We have come together in this beautiful&lt;br /&gt;    park to witness and to celebrate the marriage of Macha and&lt;br /&gt;    Anjin. Love brings here today two people who found each&lt;br /&gt;    other in this and in another world, and who want to spend&lt;br /&gt;    their lives together in both.&lt;br /&gt;The bronze moon dragon peers at Magistrate Jeanie.&lt;br /&gt;Minister Llia Kimori's small white mouse politely raises his hat&lt;br /&gt;to a passing insect.&lt;br /&gt;The bronze moon dragon stands up.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says: Here in this world and in this park be&lt;br /&gt;    Macha, a yeng woman from Ankh-Morpork, and Anjin, a yeng man&lt;br /&gt;    here from Bes Pelargic. Love brought them together despite&lt;br /&gt;    all the differences in their lives: language, culture,&lt;br /&gt;    traditions - and a few thousand moiles, too.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie smiles at Macha Hirashi and Anjin Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;The tiny duckling quacks.&lt;br /&gt;The tiny duckling goes "Quack".&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says: So, Macha and Anjin, if at some point in&lt;br /&gt;    yer future lives, yer love seems to falter and yer live&lt;br /&gt;    together seems to be falling apart, think of how love&lt;br /&gt;    brought ye together across continents. Love knows neither&lt;br /&gt;    bounds nayr boundaries, and if ye want it, love will surely&lt;br /&gt;    take ye through both the good and bad times.&lt;br /&gt;Ressi Uchiha giggles.&lt;br /&gt;The tiny duckling goes "Quack".&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says: But let us nayt speak of bad times, when&lt;br /&gt;    happy times and happy events be clearly ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says: And for the happy event we be celebrating&lt;br /&gt;    here, Oi think there be something ye'd loike to tell each&lt;br /&gt;    other.&lt;br /&gt;Pious Laule Kimori arrives from the southwest.&lt;br /&gt;The bronze moon dragon gets frustrated as she tries to groom herself all over.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie nudges Anjin Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Eliza whispers something to Ressi Uchiha.&lt;br /&gt;The tiny duckling quacks.&lt;br /&gt;Pious Laule Kimori bows deeply.&lt;br /&gt;Ressi Uchiha smiles at Pious Laule Kimori.&lt;br /&gt;Eliza shushes Pious Laule Kimori.&lt;br /&gt;Some ice forms slowly over one of the streams.&lt;br /&gt;Anjin Hirashi says in Agatean: Today I, Anjin Jurianu Hilahsi,&lt;br /&gt;    give my rove, my sool and my rife to yoo, Macha. I swear to&lt;br /&gt;    alway care for andplotect yoo flom all that oppose yoo, to&lt;br /&gt;    share in yoor high and yoor row, to be to yoo what yoo are&lt;br /&gt;    to me a guiding right in the darkest of day and someone to&lt;br /&gt;    help yoo shoold yoo fall.&lt;br /&gt;Ressi Uchiha smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Pious Laule Kimori beams.&lt;br /&gt;Macha Hirashi smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Ressi Uchiha sniffs.&lt;br /&gt;Eliza gets a handkerchief from a pocket in the hunter's pack.&lt;br /&gt;Macha Hirashi says: When we met, we clicked. We became friends&lt;br /&gt;    instantly, then lovers, and soon we were in love. Everytime&lt;br /&gt;    I'm with you it's as if I'm walking on air. When I'm in a&lt;br /&gt;    bad mood, you brighten my day and have me smiling almost&lt;br /&gt;    immediately. When your arms around me, I feel safe, loved,&lt;br /&gt;    and as they say all warm and fuzzy inside.&lt;br /&gt;Eliza gives a handkerchief to Ressi Uchiha.&lt;br /&gt;Ressi Uchiha nods quietly to Eliza&lt;br /&gt;Macha Hirashi says: I find it... difficult to describe just how&lt;br /&gt;    much I love you. So let me say this: I'm here today to join&lt;br /&gt;    my life to yours, not merely as your wife, but as your&lt;br /&gt;    friend, your lover, and your confidant. I swear to be true&lt;br /&gt;    to you, love you, and respect you as we grow together for&lt;br /&gt;    eternity. Let me be the shoulder you lean on,the rock on&lt;br /&gt;    which you rest,the companion of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Macha Hirashi says: With a free and unconstrained soul I pledge&lt;br /&gt;    my entire self to you, I give you all that I am, and all I&lt;br /&gt;    ever will be. I promise to always stand by your side, listen&lt;br /&gt;    when you speak, comfort you when you cry, and laugh when you&lt;br /&gt;    laugh.&lt;br /&gt;The tiny duckling goes "Quack".&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie smiles at Macha Hirashi and Anjin Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Macha Hirashi blushes.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says: Macha and Anjin, with all that was said&lt;br /&gt;    here before these witnesses, Oi have nay doubt wot the&lt;br /&gt;    answers to moi questions will be, but still Oi do ask.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie gets a closed thin book from a pocket in a&lt;br /&gt;white linen bag.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie opens the thin book to page 1.&lt;br /&gt;Eliza blinks a tear away.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie asks: Anjin, will ye take Macha as yer wife?&lt;br /&gt;    Will ye love her, comfort her, honour and keep her, and&lt;br /&gt;    forsaking all others, keep only unto her, as long as ye both&lt;br /&gt;    shall live?&lt;br /&gt;Anjin Hirashi says in Agatean: i will&lt;br /&gt;Ressi Uchiha smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie nods at Anjin Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie asks: Macha, will ye take Anjin as yer husband?&lt;br /&gt;    Will ye love him, comfort him, honour and keep him, and&lt;br /&gt;    forsaking all others, keep only unto him, as long as ye both&lt;br /&gt;    shall live?&lt;br /&gt;Macha Hirashi says: i will&lt;br /&gt;Young Tritia Rainseeker sniffs.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie closes the thin book.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie puts the closed thin book in a pocket in the&lt;br /&gt;white linen bag.&lt;br /&gt;Ressi Uchiha opens the small waxed paper packet.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie offers to marry Anjin Hirashi to Macha Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Macha Hirashi agrees to marry Anjin Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Anjin Hirashi agrees to marry Macha Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie gets a seven-plus-one diamond wedding ring and&lt;br /&gt;a gold ribbon wedding band from a pocket in an azure gabardine&lt;br /&gt;vestment.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says: May these rings be symbols of yer love&lt;br /&gt;    for and faith in each other, and may they always remind ye&lt;br /&gt;    of yer feelings on this day.&lt;br /&gt;Eliza gasps quietly.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie gives a seven-plus-one diamond wedding ring to&lt;br /&gt;Anjin Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Anjin Hirashi says in Agatean: I swear before all plesent I take&lt;br /&gt;    yoo a my wife for all eternity, to rove yoo until rove no&lt;br /&gt;    rongah exist. Take this ling a a sign of my eternal rove and&lt;br /&gt;    devotion to yoo.&lt;br /&gt;The tiny duckling flaps its tiny wings uselessly.&lt;br /&gt;Anjin Hirashi gives a seven-plus-one diamond wedding ring to&lt;br /&gt;Macha Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Ressi Uchiha woos.&lt;br /&gt;Macha Hirashi removes a pair of cyan fingerless gloves so she can&lt;br /&gt;wear a seven-plus-one diamond wedding ring.&lt;br /&gt;Macha Hirashi wears a pair of cyan fingerless gloves.&lt;br /&gt;Macha Hirashi says: Wherever the winding, unknown road that is&lt;br /&gt;    fate may take me, I will stand by your side as your wife,&lt;br /&gt;    and will never, ever stop loving you. So before these&lt;br /&gt;    witnesses, I give you this ring as a sign of my eternal love&lt;br /&gt;    and devotion to you.&lt;br /&gt;Minister Llia Kimori tears up.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie gives a gold ribbon wedding band to Macha&lt;br /&gt;Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Macha Hirashi gives a gold ribbon wedding band to Anjin Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Anjin Hirashi wears a gold ribbon wedding band.&lt;br /&gt;Ressi Uchiha clears away more tears with the handkerchief.&lt;br /&gt;Macha Hirashi smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Sister Eloise Hirashi beams brightly.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says: Let us pray.&lt;br /&gt;Ressi Uchiha spends a moment in thought with her head bowed.&lt;br /&gt;Pious Laule Kimori smiles brightly and as if totaly enthralled.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says: Our lady Pishe, creator and preserver of&lt;br /&gt;    all life, please look with favor upon those who have&lt;br /&gt;    assembled here, and especially upon this man and this woman&lt;br /&gt;    who decided to live together in matrimony.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says: Give them wisdom and devotion, that each&lt;br /&gt;    may be to the other a strength in need, a counselor in&lt;br /&gt;    perplexity, a comfort in sorrow, and a companion in joy.&lt;br /&gt;    Give them grace, when they hurt each other, to recognize and&lt;br /&gt;    acknowledge their fault, and to seek each other's&lt;br /&gt;    forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Minister Llia Kimori prostrates herself and shouts praise to&lt;br /&gt;Pishe, Goddess of Slight Showers.&lt;br /&gt;The tiny duckling flaps its tiny wings uselessly.&lt;br /&gt;Pious Laule Kimori kneels and prays quietly for a few moments.&lt;br /&gt;The lake lies in the distance, frozen.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says: And give them such fulfillment of their&lt;br /&gt;    mutual affection that they may reach out in love and concern&lt;br /&gt;    for others.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Young Tritia Rainseeker smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Sister Eloise Hirashi briefly bows her head and mutters something.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says: Macha and Anjin, by the authority vested&lt;br /&gt;    in me by our Lady Pishe and by the Council of Ankh-Morpork,&lt;br /&gt;    Oi nayw pronounce ye husband and wife. From this day on, yer&lt;br /&gt;    lives shall forever be joined by the vows ye made today.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says: Those who were joined together here&lt;br /&gt;    today, let nay man put asunder.&lt;br /&gt;A white dove appears from nowhere and drops a wedding ring into&lt;br /&gt;Anjin Hirashi's hands.  It then flies to Macha Hirashi and drops&lt;br /&gt;a matching ring into her hands before flying away.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie marries Anjin Hirashi to Macha Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;The wedding arbour vanishes into a romance dimension.&lt;br /&gt;Sister Sushiko sobs happily.&lt;br /&gt;Two tiny ducklings goes "Quack".&lt;br /&gt;You applaud Jeanie, Macha Hirashi and Anjin Hirashi wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;Minister Llia Kimori cheers happily.&lt;br /&gt;The wolf-like Ramtop wolfhound sniffs thoughtfully at the air.&lt;br /&gt;The fat duck goes "Quack".&lt;br /&gt;Sister Eloise Hirashi cheers enthusiastically.&lt;br /&gt;Young Tritia Rainseeker cheers enthusiastically at Macha Hirashi&lt;br /&gt;and Anjin Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says to Anjin Hirashi: Ye may kiss the bride.&lt;br /&gt;Eliza whistles in appreciation and joy.&lt;br /&gt;Minister Llia Kimori woos.&lt;br /&gt;Anjin Hirashi kisses Macha Hirashi sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;Macha Hirashi blushes brightly.&lt;br /&gt;The wolf-like Ramtop wolfhound wonders where to join the nearest&lt;br /&gt;drove.&lt;br /&gt;Sister Eloise Hirashi sighs dreamily.&lt;br /&gt;Ressi Uchiha says: cheers all.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie says: And nayw it be moi happy privilege to&lt;br /&gt;    congratulate and introduce to ye the newly wed couple Macha&lt;br /&gt;    and Anjin Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie congratulates Macha Hirashi and Anjin Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Sister Sushiko woos.&lt;br /&gt;Ressi Uchiha whistles.&lt;br /&gt;Pious Laule Kimori cheers in congratulations at Anjin Hirashi and&lt;br /&gt;Macha Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Pious Laule Kimori's dragonhead ring snorts little puffs of smoke&lt;br /&gt;into the air.&lt;br /&gt;You raise your glass and toast Anjin Hirashi and Macha Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Macha Hirashi beams brightly.&lt;br /&gt;Young Tritia Rainseeker congratulates Mrs Macha Hirashi and Anjin&lt;br /&gt;Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Minister Llia Kimori congratulates Anjin Hirashi and Mrs Macha&lt;br /&gt;Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Sister Eloise Hirashi cheers anjin; cheer at Mrs Macha Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Anjin Hirashi holds Mrs Macha Hirashi's hand.&lt;br /&gt;Ressi Uchiha squeezes Mrs Macha Hirashi and Anjin Hirashi fondly.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Macha Hirashi hugs Anjin Hirashi tightly.&lt;br /&gt;You stand up.&lt;br /&gt;Pious Dvalinn congratulates Anjin Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Pious Dvalinn sips the clear wine glass of fine red wine.&lt;br /&gt;Pious Laule Kimori congratulates Mrs Macha Hirashi and Anjin&lt;br /&gt;Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Sister Eloise Hirashi congratulates Anjin Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Young Tritia Rainseeker hugs Anjin Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Young Tritia Rainseeker hugs Mrs Macha Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Sister Eloise Hirashi congratulates Mrs Macha Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Eliza Kimori's drink-a-maton wine dispenser quacks: When your glass is empty, just drop it to the floor and I'll fill it.&lt;br /&gt;Ressi Uchiha stands up.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie gets a clear pint glass of fine red wine from&lt;br /&gt;Blue Moon Park.&lt;br /&gt;The cold winter night hangs over the frozen landscape.&lt;br /&gt;Sister Sushiko congratulates Anjin Hirashi and Mrs Macha Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Eliza says: What A beautiful ceremony&lt;br /&gt;Sister Sushiko sips the clear wine glass of fine red wine.&lt;br /&gt;Eliza congratulates Magistrate Jeanie on a job well done.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie beams at you.&lt;br /&gt;Sister Eloise Hirashi beams at Magistrate Jeanie.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie thanks you.&lt;br /&gt;Sister Eloise Hirashi sips the clear wine glass of fine red wine.&lt;br /&gt;Anjin Hirashi hugs Magistrate Jeanie gratefully.&lt;br /&gt;Sister Sushiko gets some multi-coloured confetti from a pocket in&lt;br /&gt;a Hertmes grey ostrich handbag.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Macha Hirashi giggles.&lt;br /&gt;Pious Laule Kimori bows reverently to Magistrate Jeanie.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Jeanie smiles at Pious Laule Kimori.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Macha Hirashi giggles.&lt;br /&gt;Sister Sushiko throws some multi-coloured confetti over Anjin&lt;br /&gt;Hirashi and Mrs Macha Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Macha Hirashi laughs.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Macha Hirashi holds Anjin Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;Anjin Hirashi holds Mrs Macha Hirashi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-3805707017465656466?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/3805707017465656466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=3805707017465656466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/3805707017465656466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/3805707017465656466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2010/09/macha-and-anjins-wedding.html' title='Macha and Anjin&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155578998862492969</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-616257472623683115.post-881852006939040644</id><published>2010-09-11T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T05:22:11.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ghetto-kimori-t-shirt;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i52.tinypic.com/1s1i5z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 246px;" src="http://i52.tinypic.com/1s1i5z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;ghetto-kimori-t-shirt;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-881852006939040644?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/881852006939040644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=881852006939040644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/881852006939040644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/881852006939040644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2010/09/ghetto-kimori-t-shirt.html' title='ghetto-kimori-t-shirt;)'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155578998862492969</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/1s1i5z_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616257472623683115.post-1031003676516038819</id><published>2010-04-25T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T10:01:43.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roleplay'/><title type='text'>The letters of Valdulech</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To my dearest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These are the records of my dishonourable misfortunes and why I do not regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darkness in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like dark trees in Uberwald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet I love you both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once I was a young man in service of the Lord Kimori.  His humble personal aid and man servant I was. My daily life revolved around setting clothes, calligraph papers and plan my masters personal engagements. Those days were lived on the Counterweight Continent. Where gold is plenty and honour more valuable than the air we breathe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Lord of the Kimori was a good master for his servants and his treatment of me was no exception. Due to my position however I was well aware how important it was for the Kimori to do well in the game of politics and houses. And so I gave all my life to serve the Kimori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Unfortunately our enemies plotted in the dark and together they ensured the downfall of the Kimori, not by crippling it, but by treacherous plotting and betrayal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our honour became stained and we were cast out from the Empire as the Emperor himself declared: all Kimori must be hunt down and slain. Our enemies listened very well that day and bloodshed followed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Many sad events followed, yet also many great deeds happened to ensure the Kimori Clan would survive. I have killed for my Lord in the past and I certainly am willing to do so again. If I knew it would help him protect the Clan. My clan. I am Kimori, as were my father and grandfather before me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is difficult to explain for those outside the family, but it was home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Kimori that survived the onslaught fled across the sea to Ankh Morpork. In the years that followed my Lord Kimori tried to rebuild the family. In those days I was his trusted right hand, having protected him in many occasion. We prepared for the day that we would be strong enough, so we could return home and reclaim our position. Either by proving the treason or by overthrowing the Emperor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our enemies had heard from our sanctuary in Ankh Morpork and one dark night a successful assassination resulted in the death of the Lord and his Lady. Chaos erupted as the clan fell apart. Kimori that had survived, suddenly disappeared into the streets. I had failed to protect my Lord! There are days I wish I had died that night alongside them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some time before I had met a gypsy on the gypsies fair. She was the sweetest creature and when I first laid my eyes on her, she seemed like a rose of beauty. Her name was Lola Dulech and she was the daughter of the gypsy leader. After the collapse of the clan, it was with her I fled. I joined the gypsies and we returned to the dark forests of Uberwald. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From our love you were born, my daughter. I have been able to protect you and live my life happily until the end of my days. Yet I feel sorrow and loss, because I lost my identity as a Kimori. The spilled blood is colouring my dreams and nightmares alike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you read this, I must have passed away. Alas! I never regretted you and Lola. But I regret I have not been able to restore our last name, the one we rightfully deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There’s one thing I want to ask you, my sweet child, go to Ankh Morpork and once there inform at the Weapon Masters’ Court, seek the Taiki – if he is still alive today – and join his cause as rightful Kimori. Revenge our memory through service, like your ancestors before you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your old father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shimobe Kimori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-1031003676516038819?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/1031003676516038819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=1031003676516038819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/1031003676516038819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/1031003676516038819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2010/04/letters-of-valdulech.html' title='The letters of Valdulech'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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-616257472623683115.post-4133772626773719099</id><published>2010-04-25T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T03:26:10.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family tree'/><title type='text'>Kimori Family Clan Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/S9QTj3d2beI/AAAAAAAAADM/JIVTFuwr5Ys/s1600/kimori+family+tree+v6.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/S9QTj3d2beI/AAAAAAAAADM/JIVTFuwr5Ys/s320/kimori+family+tree+v6.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464013754812755426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Slight corrections in this update. Kyoshi sold her slave off to a dogfood company and married in secret with her gufnorkian beloved Soùter. (Mind the accent.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Ryuu ran into his long lost half-brother Kaito Kimori. The clan now takes care of him and protects him from the agents of the Empire. Their days of hunting down Kaito are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are always happy to welcome new and old Kimori into the clan, but sometimes it can be saddening as well. The bitter memories of our betrayal and the costly sacrifice that followed as the Empire was brought down upon us, have left scars too deep for outsiders to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Kimori clan grows, so will our power. And one day we will not hesitate to strike back and redeem our former homelands. To claim again what was ours. Until then, however, we wish our enemies interesting times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-4133772626773719099?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/4133772626773719099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=4133772626773719099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/4133772626773719099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/4133772626773719099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2010/04/kimori-family-clan-update.html' title='Kimori Family Clan Update'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/S9QTj3d2beI/AAAAAAAAADM/JIVTFuwr5Ys/s72-c/kimori+family+tree+v6.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616257472623683115.post-1376666662602400474</id><published>2010-03-26T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T02:36:07.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family tree'/><title type='text'>Kimori Family Clan Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/S60L6nyid4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CpmIYlQw43w/s1600/kimori+family+tree+v5.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/S60L6nyid4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CpmIYlQw43w/s320/kimori+family+tree+v5.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453027825556813698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The latest update of the family tree. A bit on the late side, but an update indeed. The tree now shows the difference between the vital members of the family and those who passed away. All relations are reasoned from the current Lord of Kimori: Taiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the addition of Valdulech, maid of the Kimori household and lover of her manly barbarian Uhr, the family tree has grown a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part is the first effort to portray the more advancing, complicated relations within the clan. The current effort shows the relation between the council members and those who serve the clan - and are therefore Kimori - but do not have any bloodties (yet) with the family. These are listed under the Special Forces section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now awaiting the second effort, which will hopefully make a lot more sense. So stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-1376666662602400474?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/1376666662602400474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=1376666662602400474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/1376666662602400474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/1376666662602400474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2010/03/kimori-family-clan-update.html' title='Kimori Family Clan Update'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/S60L6nyid4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CpmIYlQw43w/s72-c/kimori+family+tree+v5.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616257472623683115.post-1127257704389967585</id><published>2010-01-16T06:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T06:48:16.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roleplay'/><title type='text'>A meeting with an odd stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech bows to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech exclaims to you with an Uberwaldean accent: i seek the nobalis faemdiuseus kimori!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech looks at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech smiles at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech bows deeply to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You say in Agatean: Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You kowtow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech asks you in Uberwaldean with an Uberwaldean accent: vo you yadaukza uberwaldean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You say in Uberwaldean: Barely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You ponder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kyoshi Kimori has an idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You get a purple baton from a pocket in the black backpack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You hold a purple baton in your right hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You find it much more difficult to perform tongues because you are using the purple baton as an external focus for the ritual.  However, this is partially mitigated by the fact that you are near a sacred shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You kneel and spread your arms in benediction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You pray for the Apostles' Gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Loudly now, you chant the names of Pishe in the many languages of the Discworld.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You humbly request the power to spread Pishe's Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You say in Uberwaldean: That should do the trick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You say in Uberwaldean: For as long as the ritual lasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech exclaims to you in Uberwaldean with an Uberwaldean accent: wow i understand you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You nod at Miss Valdulech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech exclaims to you in Uberwaldean with an Uberwaldean accent: I have journyed here from Uberwald looking for the nobal family name Kimori!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You say in Uberwaldean: Yes, I used the gift of my Goddess to break the language barriers for a short time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You say in Uberwaldean: Ah, yes. I am Kimori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You say in Uberwaldean: But from uberwald? That's a new one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech exclaims to you in Uberwaldean with an Uberwaldean accent: that is indeed a valuable guift!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech exclaims to you in Uberwaldean with an Uberwaldean accent: I read of your family name in my father's journal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You ask in Uberwaldean: Oh? How come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech says to you in Uberwaldean with an Uberwaldean accent: pro was ka traveler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech says to you in Uberwaldean with an Uberwaldean accent: he is gone blavo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech looks sad as she gazzes into the distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech bows deeply to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech exclaims to you in Uberwaldean with an Uberwaldean accent: pro came to our bhanano zyescho lokttomakha, thats gdye pro drota and brekyeka sta mother but szczzo daszovki a clooro time kaklo now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech smiles bashfully at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kyoshi Kimori doesn't understand half of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You ask in Uberwaldean: Come again? He was a traveler and then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech says to you in Uberwaldean with an Uberwaldean accent: he is gone now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech exclaims to you in Uberwaldean with an Uberwaldean accent: he came to our baren land exploring, thats where he met and maried my mother but that was a long time ago now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You ask in Uberwaldean: Ah, and what did he write down about Kimori in the journal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech says to you in Uberwaldean with an Uberwaldean accent: it is good to speak to a Kimori at last, i have been trying to understand morporkian but it is slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech exclaims to you in Uberwaldean with an Uberwaldean accent: he said he meet the nobal family, in a far off land!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech exclaims to you in Uberwaldean with an Uberwaldean accent: ya szovyolodha get the jurnal kudha show you deszrosliptuszovki!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kyoshi Kimori raises a finger and says 'one moment please'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kyoshi Kimori repeats her ritual from earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You ask in Uberwaldean: Yes, you were saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech exclaims to you in Uberwaldean with an Uberwaldean accent: i should get the jurnal and show you perhaps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You nod at Miss Valdulech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You say in Uberwaldean: Indeed. That would be interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech exclaims to you in Uberwaldean with an Uberwaldean accent: but it is back in escrow and it is a long journy, and now i need to rest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You say in Uberwaldean: I can give you a lift to Escrow if you want, we'll be there very quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech says to you in Uberwaldean with an Uberwaldean accent: I am sceptical, but not now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You invite Miss Valdulech to follow you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech exclaims to you in Uberwaldean with an Uberwaldean accent: ya szczkukza you for your yadro kudha hope we droyeta kacrama szovlyeno!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You mutter under your breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech shakes her head at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You ask in Uberwaldean: Come again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech exclaims to you in Uberwaldean with an Uberwaldean accent: i thank you for your time and hope we meet again soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech says to you in Uberwaldean with an Uberwaldean accent: and maybe you can show me how you travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You say in Uberwaldean: Ah right. Sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You wave to Miss Valdulech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kyoshi Kimori goes back to worshipping Pishe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech waves to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Valdulech leaves down.&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/616257472623683115-1127257704389967585?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/1127257704389967585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=1127257704389967585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/1127257704389967585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/1127257704389967585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2010/01/meeting-with-odd-stranger.html' title='A meeting with an odd stranger'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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-616257472623683115.post-5864933651755234058</id><published>2009-12-19T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T15:18:11.050-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family tree'/><title type='text'>Kimori Family Clan Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arrein Kimori has joined the family, he's the property of Kyoshi. Nonetheless, give him a very warm welcome into the family and behold his exciting tale of how it came to pass:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flames sparked into being as a match was lit. With precision it moved to the end of the cigar. A few second later smoke started to rise up towards the ceiling of the casino. Arrein O' Pianos grinned at the lady across the table. Her black hair was elegantly pinned up and contrasted with her white outfit. The white silk gloves firmly held the cards, while her agatean eyes looked back over them at the thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I raise once more. 40 Genuan ducats." He tossed some coins on the growing pile at the center of the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled politely and nudged the man standing next to her, who started shoving the right amount of coins towards the pile for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know," he took a sip from his beer, "today is my lucky day. Which means, I am going to get lucky..." He smiled a vile smile at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are starting to run out of coins, mister O'Pianos," said the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could always get some new ones. Money is the least of *my* worries." His eyes locked with her. "If you know what I mean." He winked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She chuckled. "I'm a Pishe priest, darling. My fate is in her hands. The stakes have been set, it's time to call the cards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grinned widely and displayed the cards in front of him. They were indeed a magnificant set. He leaned back. "So, what time do you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lowered her hand and her cards were pressed on top of his. "I believe this combination is 1 point higher than yours, isn't it?" He blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That can't be.... impossible," he muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is impossible, mister O'Pianos?" she politely asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The cards... I..." he stuttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...counted them," she finished his sentence. "And you also hid three of them in your left sleeve, another in your jacket and I saw an ace tugged away in your collar, mister O'Pianos. Is there anything you wish to explain to these fine genuan gentlemen in suits who have been so keen to observe us and ensured that everyone at the table followed the same rules?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a stunned silence at the other side of the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excellent. Then you are now mine. Shut your mouth, stand up and follow me." As she spoke, she rose from her chair. "Please put the money on my account," she told the dealer. She left the table, but after a few feet turned towards Arrein again. "Come along now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thief grumbled and followed her example, keeping an eye on the 'genuan gentlemen' as he did so. Options of escape seemed few if none and appearantly he lost more today than just a few coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you coming or not?" asked Kyoshi impatiently as she waited for the trickster. She tapped her foot as he approached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right, where to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;milady&lt;/span&gt;?" The sarcasm was kept close with its razor sharpness for entertaining purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well mister Arrein, I own you now. I will break you and then reforge you as I see fit." She paused. "Into a true Kimori."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-5864933651755234058?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/5864933651755234058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=5864933651755234058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/5864933651755234058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/5864933651755234058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2009/12/kimori-family-clan-update_19.html' title='Kimori Family Clan Update'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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-616257472623683115.post-1004383177752936541</id><published>2009-12-06T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:11:59.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Permalights</title><content type='html'>Recently we discussed permalights and the idea popped up to get one that reflects the family for each member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently there are two shops we have our eyes on that can deliver customable rings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;An elegant jewellery store at the Middle of Diamond Crescent in Genua.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The jewel shop on the east end of Pearl Path in the Imperial district of Bes Pelargic near the river.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is an elegant friendship ring set with a flawless emerald adorning a sapient pearwood band. The workmanship is impeccable and the whole ring is an exquisite example of Genuan handiwork. The band is tooled all the way around with intricate patterns and swirls that lend a heavily ornamented appeal to the whole. It looks very expensive, and undoubtedly was designed with great love and consideration for a very special person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A fine silver ring, this bezel-set ring has been sculpted into a simple prong setting. The ring holds a large emerald that has been carefully cut into a multi-faceted finish. Glittering gently in the light, the emerald shines subtly, casting faint shadows of its hue on the silver setting that surrounds it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to request the familymembers to play around with the custom options for a bit and if they find a good combo, to mudmail these to our kitten Kyoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two rules though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ring must symbolize the family;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a preference for the familycolour: green.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The combination that reflects our family best, will be used as the basis for our permalights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-1004383177752936541?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/1004383177752936541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=1004383177752936541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/1004383177752936541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/1004383177752936541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2009/12/permalights.html' title='Permalights'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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-616257472623683115.post-4747237665869997396</id><published>2009-12-05T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T15:13:35.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kimori airlines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adverts'/><title type='text'>Kimori Airlines</title><content type='html'>Are you in need of a taxi? Looking for a quick trip to the other side of the Disc? Are you looking for a vacation or for excitement at exotic places?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not despair, for you can now fly with Kimori Airlines! A comfortable group of Taxi members who specialize in foreign places. Quite a few members of the Kimori family have specialized themselves in the travel over great distances and now you can do profit from that specialization through travel with a certain amount of luxury, coolness, speed or simply laidbackness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority of Kimori Airlines is ready to go! Just signal your nearest active taxi with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;polite request &lt;/span&gt;and hop aboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Kimori Airlines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;360 degrees to anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Check out these profiles of our flight attendants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://kimoritaxi.blogspot.com/2009/12/carasel-kimori-taxi-service.html"&gt;Carasel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://kimoritaxi.blogspot.com/2008/04/kyoshi-kimori-taxi-service.html"&gt;Kyoshi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://kimoritaxi.blogspot.com/2009/10/laule-kimori-taxi-service.html"&gt;Laule&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://kimoritaxi.blogspot.com/2009/12/llia-kimori-taxi-service.html"&gt;Llia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/616257472623683115-4747237665869997396?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/4747237665869997396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=4747237665869997396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/4747237665869997396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/4747237665869997396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2009/12/kimori-airlines.html' title='Kimori Airlines'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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-616257472623683115.post-4025320305853832083</id><published>2009-12-05T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T14:32:08.613-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laws and Traditions'/><title type='text'>The Laws of Kimori</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I. The First Law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for one and one for all. A Kimori looks out for his fellow Kimori. It is a right as it is a duty. Being a Kimori means something, take to it with care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;No actions may be taken that damage the First Law. This includes actions of malicious intent from one Kimori to the other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The First Law applies to all members of Kimori, unless the member broke the First Law.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;II. The Traditions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. The Tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Kimori have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dark blue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tribal markings&lt;/span&gt; as a tattoo. The location varies. The tattoo is received at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Initiation Ritual of Return. In which the Kimori celebrate the return of their lost family;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Celebration of Ascendance. In which they celebrate the coming of age of a Kimori child;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Acquisition of Honour. In which they embrace spouses as if they were one of their own.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When marrying, the Kimori name is always the dominant one. Spouses marry into the family and must accept the Kimori name. The spouse will then acquire honour and be treated like any other Kimori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Refusal is considered a disgrace and insult to the family. The spouse will be rejected as suitable material.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For a Kimori to denounce their Kimori name and take upon the name of another, is considered a breach of the First Law and should be dealt to accordingly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. The Initiation Ritual of Return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Kimori returning to the fold must be tested first. He or she must talk to the head of the family and as many other Kimori as possible. The claim will then be tested. If he/she speaks the truth, they pass and return. If they fail, their soul is cursed for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Magical Family Channel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimori only. If they don't have the last name, they can't have acces to it. This includes the entire spectrum of banned, ex-kimori and alternative version and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;III. The Council&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The council consists out of the following members and has several tasks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Members:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Honourable Tiger of the Leaf (Head of the family)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Evergreen Little Kitten (Administration)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bonsai Sensei (Advice, Archive)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keeper of the Rake (Finance)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tasks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shape traditions and laws&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Judge these laws&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Punish whenever these laws are broken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;When the council gathers, this must be announced at least a week before hand. All Kimori's may participate at the councils, but the decision remains with the council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case of a draw in any matter, the head of the family decides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-4025320305853832083?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/4025320305853832083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=4025320305853832083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/4025320305853832083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/4025320305853832083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2009/12/laws-of-kimori.html' title='The Laws of Kimori'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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-616257472623683115.post-3805653793860458081</id><published>2009-12-04T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:17:40.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family tree'/><title type='text'>Kimori Family Clan Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/SxmKeyrSyYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2cIazCCgk6s/s1600-h/kimori+family+tree+v4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/SxmKeyrSyYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2cIazCCgk6s/s320/kimori+family+tree+v4.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411508688866429314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings beloved Kimori,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my lovely kitten Kyoshi has finished her three month research in the Ephebian Religious Library. Although she found a pile of new manuscripts on Pishe, she also encountered several documents indicating a younger sister of my father had travelled to Ephebia. The young priest went there to enrich herself. We are not entirely sure what happened at the time, but we did track down her daughter. None other than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Llia Kimori&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much love and happiness we have welcomed her back into the fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddles and hugs for our Llia Kimori, cousin of Kyoshi, Ekki, Yva, Laule, Yossarianna, Oli, Eliza, Taiki, Myr and Azile. Neice of Keiichi and Ikke. Aunty to Uhr, Aremen, Carasel and Hidan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-3805653793860458081?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/3805653793860458081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=3805653793860458081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/3805653793860458081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/3805653793860458081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2009/12/kimori-family-clan-update.html' title='Kimori Family Clan Update'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/SxmKeyrSyYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2cIazCCgk6s/s72-c/kimori+family+tree+v4.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616257472623683115.post-4687006809356470110</id><published>2009-11-08T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T06:48:33.016-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roleplay'/><title type='text'>Determination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="Street"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="address"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:Standaardtabel;  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Raaaargh!!” The flesh parted and the cloth ripped as several inches of forged steel burst forth out of Ilik’s back. The body went lifeless and sagged down to the earth. A black leather boot planted itself against Ilik’s chest and pushed the blade free. The gauntlet firmly holding onto it was dark green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Uhr grinned and resheated his heavy sword. Taiki looked at the corpse and spat on it. “Filth. That was the last time you underestimated us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The mercenary seemed older, tougher. The blood had been splattered &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;across his armour, that lost its shine long ago. Claw marks were etched into it here and there. It looked worn. As worn as the face that accompanied it. Additional scars now cleaved the tribal markings that adorned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Laule hummed as he healed the last of Taiki’s wounds. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He nodded approvingly. “Pishe, will wash away the sin with her rain and the fertile soil will spring flowers to blossom!” Oli muttered under his breath as he removed Ilik’s possessions. “If not the flowers, then my wallet.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Taiki tossed a piece of bloodied cloth away and inspected his now clean katana. Behind him Oli rose up. “All done.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He nodded. “Onward then,” he spoke, “to let the world know we have returned.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Witnesses later reported they had seen them run down &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Short   Street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;, weapons drawn and determination set:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For Kimori!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-4687006809356470110?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/4687006809356470110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=4687006809356470110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/4687006809356470110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/4687006809356470110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2009/11/determination.html' title='Determination'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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-616257472623683115.post-9097270106948345227</id><published>2009-11-07T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T04:10:58.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxi'/><title type='text'>Taxi Service</title><content type='html'>Quite a few Kimori have a job as taxi. They united themselves in what's often called "Kimori Airlines".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them have listed their locations, prices and transportation capacity &lt;a href="http://kimori.org/taxi/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current listed Kimori taxi's: Kyoshi and Laule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-9097270106948345227?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/9097270106948345227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=9097270106948345227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/9097270106948345227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/9097270106948345227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2009/11/taxi-service.html' title='Taxi Service'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616257472623683115.post-3283842943558841844</id><published>2009-11-02T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:27:44.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family tree'/><title type='text'>Kimori Family Clan Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/Su8_qfK1phI/AAAAAAAAACk/NSB8t_w7qic/s1600-h/kimori+family+tree+v3.1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 87px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/Su8_qfK1phI/AAAAAAAAACk/NSB8t_w7qic/s320/kimori+family+tree+v3.1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399604477394527762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Update of the tree. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uhr Kimori&lt;/span&gt; is the brother of Aremen, the brother-in-law of Kari, son of Eliza and Aferon, Nephew of Taiki, Myr and Azile.  He's also the cousin of Carasel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhr is very thrilled to be back in the folds of the family. His response to it clearly showing blood relation to the other warriors in our family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uhr says 'Uhr has kitty?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we found out Taiki and Myr's older brother was still alive. Retired and living in Pumpkin town, but alive nonetheless. His name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azile Kimori&lt;/span&gt; and he spends his days painting model birdcages and enjoying light rainfall. A warm welcome for him as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azile Kimori is the brother of Myr, Taiki and Eliza. The uncle of Hidan, Carasel, Uhr and Aremen and cousin of Oli, Yossarianna, Laule, Yva, Ekki and Kyoshi. He's the nephew of Ikke and Keiichi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-3283842943558841844?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/3283842943558841844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=3283842943558841844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/3283842943558841844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/3283842943558841844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2009/11/kimori-family-clan-update.html' title='Kimori Family Clan Update'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/Su8_qfK1phI/AAAAAAAAACk/NSB8t_w7qic/s72-c/kimori+family+tree+v3.1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616257472623683115.post-3612063740650926580</id><published>2009-10-14T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:35:28.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family tree'/><title type='text'>Once more, with footnotes</title><content type='html'>Uhr Kimori has refound his way to the family. He could have certainly found us quicker, if he would have been able to read the address. That aside, give him a warm welcome. Update of family tree will follow. But for now a log from the family channel, explaining a few things here and there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Laule Kimori: uhr who are you related to? im trying to work it all out:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhr Kimori gets a scrawny tabby cat from a club control room.&lt;br /&gt;The ice blue moon dragon looks disgusted at the scrawny tabby cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Taiki Kimori: The ice blue moon dragon looks disgusted at the scrawny tabby cat.&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Taiki Kimori is Uhr's uncle.&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Taiki Kimori: Going to be Eliza's son.&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Corvid Kimori: so he's my bad?&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Corvid Kimori: dad! :)&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Corvid Kimori grins&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Taiki Kimori: nah, wrong side of the tree&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Corvid Kimori: he's my MUM???&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Taiki Kimori: http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/SsTqztlBPjI/AAAAAAAAACU/bilU_p6z6Sk/s1600-h/kimori+family+tree+v3.PNG&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Corvid Kimori cackles&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Taiki Kimori: Yes, Corvid.&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Laule Kimori: very confused:)&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Uhr Kimori: hush&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Dolk Womblesworth: rofl&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Kari Kimori: amazing how these relatives turn up. All those years spent thinking you were the result of an immaculate conception, and then all of a sudden a dad pops up from nowhere. :p&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Corvid Kimori laughs so hard he's actually splits his side&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Uhr Kimori: thats barbarians for you&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Taiki Kimori: Uhr is Aremen's brother, Eliza's son, Kari's brother-in-law, nephew of Taiki, Myr and Azile. Cousin to Carasel and Hidan&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Taiki Kimori: Might want to write that down Uhr ;)&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Uhr Kimori cant write&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Taiki Kimori pastes a sticker on uhr's forehead&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Uhr Kimori grin&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Taiki Kimori: Our family has five branches&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Corvid Kimori: so wait up a sec, Kari and Carasel are my? niece and newphew type folks?&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Taiki Kimori: No. I'll explain&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Taiki Kimori: Our ancestors had 4 children&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Corvid Kimori apologies profusely&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Dolk Womblesworth: Isn't there a rather good picture somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Uhr Kimori: its always the same, as soon as family gets involved, things get needlesly complicated&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Corvid Kimori: kimori_clan so wait up a sec, Kari is my?&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Corvid Kimori: sorry again!&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Taiki Kimori: Corvid: master&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Laule Kimori: i looked at it couldent see uhr:)&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Kari Kimori rofls&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Taiki Kimori: Taiki's father, Laule's father and and a twin (Ikke and Keiichi)&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Taiki Kimori: Taiki's father had several children. Some born in Agatea and some born in Morpork (they moved)&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Taiki Kimori: Azile (Agatea), Myr, Taiki and Eliza (Morpork) are four known names. A fifth elder sister is dead but had a child (hidan)&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Taiki Kimori: Taiki has a child (Carasel) and Eliza is married (to Aferon) and had two children: Aremen (married to Kari) and Uhr&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Laule Kimori: dont forget the gennuan side:)&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Taiki Kimori: Laule's father went to Genua and had three children: Oli, Yossarianna and Laule&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Laule Kimori: yay you read my mind:)&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Corvid Kimori pokes Laule and continues to listen&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Uhr Kimori: sorry, got disconnected&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Laule Kimori: have to start again:)&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Taiki Kimori: Ikke and Keiichi got separated at birth. Keiichi was adopted by the Djelians and forms our Djelian branch. Ikke - his twin brother- ended up in Morpork as well and had four children. Yva, a twin (Kyoshi and Ekki) and Corvid.&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Taiki Kimori: He can read the history&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Azile Kimori emigrated to Pumpkin Town when he retired btw. He is doing fine painting model birdcages and enjoying light rainfall.&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Uhr Kimori: issnt there a way to catchup the last messages?&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Kari Kimori: 'kimori_clan history'&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Taiki Kimori: So, any questions?&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Uhr Kimori: nope&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Taiki Kimori: Good&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Laule Kimori: can we set up relationships with thouse who arnt cousens, i have carasel as student, but how can i make relationship with uhr?&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Kari Kimori needs to set up relationships with, well, pretty much everyone.&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Laule Kimori: ok that sounds like a plan:)&lt;br /&gt;(Kimori Clan) Taiki Kimori: :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-3612063740650926580?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/3612063740650926580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=3612063740650926580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/3612063740650926580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/3612063740650926580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2009/10/once-more-with-footnotes.html' title='Once more, with footnotes'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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-616257472623683115.post-9138142542149944365</id><published>2009-10-01T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:49:50.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family tree'/><title type='text'>Kimori Family Clan Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/SsTqztlBPjI/AAAAAAAAACU/bilU_p6z6Sk/s1600-h/kimori+family+tree+v3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 87px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/SsTqztlBPjI/AAAAAAAAACU/bilU_p6z6Sk/s320/kimori+family+tree+v3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387689228371050034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who were too blind to notice: we're back. Officially. And we ain't leaving this time.&lt;br /&gt;So tremble and despair for we are Kimori. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring thee a new update. It's been quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New are: Aremen Kimori, Kari Kimori, Laule Kimori,  Carasel Kimori and Corvid Kimori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give them a warm welcome to the family and do not forget to update those relationship links!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-9138142542149944365?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/9138142542149944365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=9138142542149944365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/9138142542149944365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/9138142542149944365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2009/10/kimori-family-clan-update.html' title='Kimori Family Clan Update'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/SsTqztlBPjI/AAAAAAAAACU/bilU_p6z6Sk/s72-c/kimori+family+tree+v3.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616257472623683115.post-8730075919562490168</id><published>2008-10-21T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:57:07.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My roots are still in the woords (repost)
</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Originally born from Agatean descendants that came to Ankh-Morpork as tourists, (At least that's how the gossip goes.) Kimori has settled on Ankh-Morporkian soil as their new home. Although they don't shun to travel around the disc, they definitely have no intention to leave any time soon. Distinguishable by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;dark blue tribal markings&lt;/span&gt; on their body, they are perhaps a bit odd and have their own quirk sayings like:&lt;blockquote&gt;"My roots are in the depths of the woods."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Whatever that's supposed to mean.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Is this the truth about Kimori? Or is there more to it?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Historical analysis of the past few hundred years reveals a line of new noblemen rising up from among the rubble that served the Agatean Emperor. A single man named Naoki was granted his title for his service to the Empire. This man, originating from the forests near the Mountains of the Sun adopted the name Kimori in honour of the large trees that grew there. The line prospered until a rough three decades ago when the snake nest known as politics resulted in the fall of the once mighty Kimori clan. Those who survived the bloodshed and annihalation, fled the Counter Weight Continent to seek refuge and rebuild their lives.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Lord of the Kimori at the time survived and fled to the city of Ankh-Morpork with his wife. Most of their children were born on morporkian soil. The remaining Kimori sought contact with each other and tattooed their bodies with specific tribal markings in tribute to those who were slain in injustice.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Only time can tell what will happen to Kimori, but one thing is sure: Wherever a Kimori comes from, a Kimori is always a Kimori. Fierce loyalty to the family is all that matters and united they shall stand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;POSTED BY &lt;span class="fn"&gt;TAIKI&lt;/span&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/616257472623683115-8730075919562490168?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/8730075919562490168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=8730075919562490168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/8730075919562490168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/8730075919562490168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-roots-are-still-in-woords-repost.html' title='My roots are still in the woords (repost)&#xA;'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155578998862492969</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-616257472623683115.post-663289976540303663</id><published>2008-10-21T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:55:37.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>
</title><content type='html'>/set var_avxp_five_min 300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/def avxp_set_base_time = \&lt;br /&gt;  /if ( {var_avxp_base_time} =~ "" ) \&lt;br /&gt;    /test regmatch("^([0-9]+)", time()) %; \&lt;br /&gt;    /set var_avxp_base_time %{P1} %; \&lt;br /&gt;  /endif %; \&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/avxp_set_base_time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/if ( {var_avxp_five_total} =~ "" ) \&lt;br /&gt;  /set var_avxp_five_total 0 %; \&lt;br /&gt;/endif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/def -F -E'var_avxp_base_time' -mregexp \&lt;br /&gt;  -t'^Hp: [0-9]+ ?\([0-9]+\) +Gp: [0-9]+ ?\([0-9]+\) +Xp: ([0-9]+)' \&lt;br /&gt;  trigger_avxp_monitor_check = \&lt;br /&gt;    /if ( {var_avxp_xp_prev} =~ "" ) \&lt;br /&gt;      /set var_avxp_xp_prev %{P1} %; \&lt;br /&gt;      /return %; \&lt;br /&gt;    /endif %; \&lt;br /&gt;    /set var_avxp_xp_diff $[{P1} - {var_avxp_xp_prev}] %; \&lt;br /&gt;    /set var_avxp_xp_prev %{P1} %; \&lt;br /&gt;    /if ( {var_avxp_xp_diff} &gt;= 0 ) \&lt;br /&gt;      /test {var_avxp_five_total} += {var_avxp_xp_diff} %; \&lt;br /&gt;    /endif %; \&lt;br /&gt;    /test regmatch("^([0-9]+)", time()) %; \&lt;br /&gt;    /set var_avxp_tmp %{P1} %; \&lt;br /&gt;    /set var_avxp_diff $[{var_avxp_tmp} - {var_avxp_base_time}] %; \&lt;br /&gt;    /if ( {var_avxp_diff} &gt; {var_avxp_five_min} ) \&lt;br /&gt;      /echo -aBCcyan In the last five minutes, you made %{var_avxp_five_total} xp. ($[{var_avxp_five_total} * 12] xp/hour) %; \&lt;br /&gt;      /set var_avxp_base_time %{var_avxp_tmp} %; \&lt;br /&gt;      /set var_avxp_five_total 0 %; \&lt;br /&gt;    /endif&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-663289976540303663?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/663289976540303663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=663289976540303663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/663289976540303663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/663289976540303663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2008/10/set-varavxpfivemin-300-def.html' title='&#xA;'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155578998862492969</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-616257472623683115.post-7058177975376183832</id><published>2008-10-21T15:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:54:50.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>
</title><content type='html'>/def -F -mregexp \&lt;br /&gt;  -t'^(Hp: ([0-9]+) ?\([0-9]+\)) +(Gp: ([0-9]+) ?\(([0-9]+)\)) +(Xp: ([0-9]+))' \&lt;br /&gt;  trigger_hp_mon = \&lt;br /&gt;    /set var_mon1 %{P1} %; /set var_mon2 %{P2} %; /set var_mon3 %{P3} %; \&lt;br /&gt;    /set var_mon4 %{P4} %; /set var_mon5 %{P5} %; /set var_mon6 %{P6} %; \&lt;br /&gt;    /set var_mon7 %{P7} %; \&lt;br /&gt;    /test regmatch("@{(B?C[a-z]+)}", encode_attr({*})) %; \&lt;br /&gt;    /substitute -ax%{P1} %{var_mon1} [$[{var_mon2} - {var_hp}]]  %{var_mon3} [$[{var_mon4} - {var_gp}]]  %{var_mon6} [$[{var_mon7} - {var_xp}]] %; \&lt;br /&gt;    /set var_hp %{var_mon2} %; /set var_gp %{var_mon4} %; \&lt;br /&gt;    /set var_max_gp %{var_mon5} %; /set var_xp %{var_mon7}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-7058177975376183832?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/7058177975376183832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=7058177975376183832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/7058177975376183832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/7058177975376183832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2008/10/def-f-mregexp-thp-0-9-0-9-gp-0-9-0-9-xp.html' title='&#xA;'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155578998862492969</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-616257472623683115.post-1262451047172446382</id><published>2008-10-21T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:02:27.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vashti xp counter patch
</title><content type='html'>to fish vashti's tf xp counter for the new including burden score brief, remove the dollar sign at the end of the regex:&lt;br /&gt;eg &lt;br /&gt; -t'^(Hp: ([0-9]+) ?\([0-9]+\)) +(Gp: ([0-9]+) ?\(([0-9]+)\)) +(Xp: ([0-9]+))$' \&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into&lt;br /&gt; -t'^(Hp: ([0-9]+) ?\([0-9]+\)) +(Gp: ([0-9]+) ?\(([0-9]+)\)) +(Xp: ([0-9]+))' \&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that fixes it&lt;br /&gt;(vashti xp counter &lt;a href="http://dream.org.uk/dw/tf/" class="toplink" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: Verdana, Ariel, sans-serif; font-size: larger; font-weight: bold; "&gt;tinyfugue&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macros for the best MUD client on the planet. ) there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-1262451047172446382?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/1262451047172446382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=1262451047172446382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/1262451047172446382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/1262451047172446382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2008/10/vashti-xp-counter-patch.html' title='vashti xp counter patch&#xA;'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155578998862492969</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-616257472623683115.post-6091365325948479486</id><published>2008-05-08T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:41:54.720-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family tree'/><title type='text'>Kimori Family Clan Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/SCMsDnJ3zlI/AAAAAAAAABg/JDNlCKQ3jp4/s1600-h/kimori+family+tree+v2.3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/SCMsDnJ3zlI/AAAAAAAAABg/JDNlCKQ3jp4/s320/kimori+family+tree+v2.3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198046835477302866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After a long leave of absence, Yossarianna Kimori's brother, Oli Kimori returned to Genua from a 'business' trip and was soon informed about the restored family. It didn't take him long to get back into contact and join the proud Kimori ranks once more and strengthening their position in Genua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, greetings and a warm welcome for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Oli Kimori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, Mugger of the Thieves Guild. Brother of Yossarianna, Cousin of Taiki, Eliza, Dracania, Myr, Yva, Kyoshi, Dheroan and Ekki, Nephew of Ikke and Keiichi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It appears our beloved Eliza finally hooked up with a man of her likings! In private ceremony she handpicked and married him. According to Kyoshi, who was around at the time, it was the swiftest wedding she had ever seen, pointing out that Eliza, as usual, does and gets precisely what she wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Everyone welcome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Aferon Kimori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, Cutpurser of the Thieves Guild. Husband of Eliza. Brother-in-law to Taiki, Dracania and Myr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let's hope this marriage lasts for a long and happy time!&lt;/span&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/616257472623683115-6091365325948479486?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/6091365325948479486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=6091365325948479486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/6091365325948479486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/6091365325948479486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2008/05/kimori-family-clan-update_08.html' title='Kimori Family Clan Update.'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/SCMsDnJ3zlI/AAAAAAAAABg/JDNlCKQ3jp4/s72-c/kimori+family+tree+v2.3.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616257472623683115.post-6216245825667613845</id><published>2008-05-06T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:41:54.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family tree'/><title type='text'>Kimori Family Clan Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/SCChvN-BdrI/AAAAAAAAABI/FTOo-4yS9dQ/s1600-h/kimori+family+tree+v2.2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/SCChvN-BdrI/AAAAAAAAABI/FTOo-4yS9dQ/s320/kimori+family+tree+v2.2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197331802561279666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They that love beyond the forest cannot be separated by it.&lt;br /&gt;  Death cannot kill what never dies.&lt;br /&gt;  Nor can spirits ever be divided, that love and live in the same divine principle, the root and record of their blood.&lt;br /&gt;  If absence be not death, neither is theirs.&lt;br /&gt;  Death is but crossing the world, as family do the seas;&lt;br /&gt;they live in one another still.&lt;br /&gt;  For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent.&lt;br /&gt;  In this divine glass they see face to face;&lt;br /&gt;and their converse is free, as well as pure.&lt;br /&gt;  This is the comfort of family, that though they may be said to die, yet their family and kin are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Engraved on the headstone of the grave of Akiko Hana Miyuki Kimori. Mother of Hidan Kimori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Taiki firmly held his helmet under his arm, while his messy hair was blown apart by the wind. Around him stood Eliza, Dracania, and Myr. They were accompanied by Kyoshi, Yossarianna and Ikke. All of them looked down at the fresh grave they had dug a couple of hours before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Not every search is fruitful and not every found fruit is searched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Kimori had laid to rest, in honour, their missing older sister. Whatever fate had held in store for her was still unknown. All they knew is that someone had murdered her and dumped her - so long ago - in a mass burial grave, in the hopes of hiding their tracks. Whoever had done this crime, had erred. Taiki had found out and the warrior was furious about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He was not the only one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As they gave their respect for the final time to their long lost and loved sister, they turned and studied their new relative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"What's your name kid?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- "Hidan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Hidan who?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Hidan Kimori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Never forget that, kid. Never forget the roots you were born from."&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/616257472623683115-6216245825667613845?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/6216245825667613845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=6216245825667613845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/6216245825667613845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/6216245825667613845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2008/05/kimori-family-clan-update_06.html' title='Kimori Family Clan Update.'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/SCChvN-BdrI/AAAAAAAAABI/FTOo-4yS9dQ/s72-c/kimori+family+tree+v2.2.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616257472623683115.post-2166810271837417645</id><published>2008-05-02T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:41:55.063-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family tree'/><title type='text'>Kimori Family Clan Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/SBtTp9-BdpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Z-nZvEXwAS0/s1600-h/kimori+family+tree+v2.1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/SBtTp9-BdpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Z-nZvEXwAS0/s320/kimori+family+tree+v2.1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195838575576446610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Send forth a warm welcome to the latest addition of the family: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Kyoshi Kimori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Ekki Kimori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They are the children of notorious alcoholic beverage consumer, party-person and turbulant flirter: Ikke Kimori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The man who goes through life as an adventurer, succeeded in conceiving a twin with one of his favourite women. (She's most likely his favourite due to being the only one giving and wishing to give him children.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Due to a strange twist of fate (or perhaps Ikke's lifestyle) all of his children attained Priesthood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The twin is no exception in this: Kyoshi chose for Pishe and Ekki chose for Sek. Thus the Kimori family keeps expanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Kyoshi Kimori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, Kimorian Priestess of Pishe, Kimori Taxi: The twin-sister of Ekki, sister of Dheroan and Yva. Child of Ikke, niece of Keiichi and cousin to Yossarianna, Eliza, Dracania, Taiki and Myr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Ekki Kimori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, Kimorian Priest of Sek, Pumpkin Town Terror, Village Drunk: The twin-brother of Kyoshi, brother of Dheroan and Yva. Child of Ikke, nephew of Keiichi and cousin to Yossarianna, Eliza, Dracania, Taiki and Myr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-2166810271837417645?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/2166810271837417645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=2166810271837417645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/2166810271837417645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/2166810271837417645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2008/05/kimori-family-clan-update.html' title='Kimori Family Clan Update.'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/SBtTp9-BdpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Z-nZvEXwAS0/s72-c/kimori+family+tree+v2.1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616257472623683115.post-8298107700405950331</id><published>2008-04-13T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:48:06.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newbie'/><title type='text'>down on your luck, raiding the casino</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, newbie, strapped for cash, no skills yet, now what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One of the most lucrative things i've found that don't require killing is selling of the scraps that other people leave on their corpses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yesterday evening, bombing at the tables of the casino. Down on my luck and had to cover my steeply increasing bets. Suddenly  the atmosphere changed as a group of warriors burst in and started killing off guards around me. Quickly, clenching my last chips, I hid under the table. The hand passed, the warriors left. I looked at the two chips and placed them on the table. "I'll be back," I said to the dealer, "deal me in". Still shaking on my feet I found some loot dropped by one of the warriors. Hurrying to a general store to get back before the blinds hit me I sold it and ran back to the casino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Second hand after I sat back down, I go all in and triple up. 2 more hands pass and I blew 4 guys off the table with a fullhouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't feel proud about picking up the garbage from others, but damned if I won't do it again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-8298107700405950331?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/8298107700405950331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=8298107700405950331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/8298107700405950331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/8298107700405950331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2008/04/down-on-your-luck-raiding-casino.html' title='down on your luck, raiding the casino'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155578998862492969</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616257472623683115.post-8002968097315825407</id><published>2008-03-24T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:48:25.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taiki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roleplay'/><title type='text'>Trees guard the forests and the sanctified places.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Or in some cases, they guard people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After returning to AM from Genua, Taiki Kimori had not received any news from his friend Aell. She never showed up for their appointment in OC either. Being worried of what might have happened to his friend in the dark and very dangerous Uberwald region, Taiki stayed in OC for further news. A week later Aell finally arrived, weakened and sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Aell explained she found out who her relatives were and that she had gained the title of dutchess in the village of Glitz. She explained her condition was due to an attack by six vampires. An attack she had barely survived. After recovery from her injuries, Taiki decided to be her guardian and ensure she'd be safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As result he has been granted the title &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Knight of Glitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Since Taiki considers Aell a close friend, he chose to become her guardian and ensure her safety until she'd be able to fight off vampires on her own. A remarkable thing to do for someone who lived his life so far as mercenary or bodyguard. Nevertheless it has happened and perhaps stems from the same conviction in which he deals with his family members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If Taiki dies in the line of duty. He expects any of his family members to take his place and finish what he swore to protect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-8002968097315825407?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/8002968097315825407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=8002968097315825407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/8002968097315825407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/8002968097315825407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2008/03/trees-guard-forests-and-sanctified.html' title='Trees guard the forests and the sanctified places.'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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-616257472623683115.post-7640171780977008479</id><published>2008-03-23T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:41:55.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family tree'/><title type='text'>Kimori Family Clan Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/R-Zq3qjSgvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZnGB3jMSM84/s1600-h/kimori+family+tree+v2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/R-Zq3qjSgvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZnGB3jMSM84/s320/kimori+family+tree+v2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180945925883986674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Welcome to the latest addition of our family: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Keiichi Kimori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. The twin brother of Ikke and uncle to Dheroan, Yva, Yossarianna, Eliza, Dracania, Taiki and Myr. He's a Kimorian Cutpurse of the Thieves' Guild and the first Kimori to live life as a Djelian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You may wonder, how come that an Agatean ended up as a Djelian? Well, there's a very simple explanation for that. As you all know, Ikke was the only brother of Lord Kimori to be born on Ankh-Morpork soil. This thanks to a diplomatic mission at the time. He was however not the only child born that day. There was another one. The birth of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;child of agatean nobility that was born &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;agatea was horrible enough, the fact that it were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; was an outright disaster. So the officials did what any good official would do, they messed around with the numbers and claimed only one was born. The administrative chaos that followed, resulted in Keiichi being barred from returning to Agatea and put up for adoption by mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Keiichi Kimori was then adopted by an old Djelian couple. This elderly couple mistook his tinted skin as djelian heritage and brought him home with them. And so he happily grew up as a djelian citizen, until one day he found his way back into the arms of Kimori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;During Taiki's stay in Djelibeybi, where he learned the local language, the two ended up talking and discussing swords and the Kimori family after Taiki mistook him to be Ikke. Although quite similar in looks, they are of course two separate individuals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And so the line of Kimori unfolds itself, unexpectadly, towards Klatch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-7640171780977008479?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/7640171780977008479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=7640171780977008479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/7640171780977008479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/7640171780977008479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2008/03/kimori-family-clan-update_23.html' title='Kimori Family Clan Update.'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/R-Zq3qjSgvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZnGB3jMSM84/s72-c/kimori+family+tree+v2.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616257472623683115.post-3241729452347165108</id><published>2008-03-21T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:49:53.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legion of the Leaf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>Kimori Legion of the Leaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Kimori Legion of the Leaf is led by the heroic Taiki Kimori and features such renowned names as Yossarianna Kimori and Ikke Kimori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kimori's uniting to train with each other. Together with his uncle and cousin, Taiki set out in the afternoon. They walked from Ankh Morpork to Ford Pekan and, as Ikke said, they mowed down everything that came onto their path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The operation was such a success, that it is very likely that such operations between family members will occur more often in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-3241729452347165108?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/3241729452347165108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=3241729452347165108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/3241729452347165108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/3241729452347165108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2008/03/kimori-legion-of-leaf.html' title='Kimori Legion of the Leaf'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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-616257472623683115.post-8764225922360305176</id><published>2008-03-18T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:41:55.735-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family tree'/><title type='text'>Kimori Family Clan Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/R-AMFaJ0GPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/6lejOu34_Wg/s1600-h/kimori+family+tree+v1.1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/R-AMFaJ0GPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/6lejOu34_Wg/s320/kimori+family+tree+v1.1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179152858535434482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Give warm welcome greetings to the latest addition of the family: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Yossarianna Kimori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. (Or as her cousins already like to call her: Yossa-chan) She is the first Kimori born on Genuan soil to find the way back to the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yossarianna returned to the warm embrace of the family thanks to Taiki Kimori's travels. Together with his good friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.risagallo.net/Roleplayers/?ID=108"&gt;Aell von Glitz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, he went to the swamplands city of Genua. Once there, their ways parted and his two-day visit was brutually disturbed by the local city guards. Mercenaries from the Weapon Masters' Court and local lawsystems tend to conflict often, so this comes as no surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nevertheless the young Morporkian-born Agatean decided not to choose for bloody conflict and instead ended up doing Community Service in return for the small brawlings that had occured. He was sentenced to remove graffiti off the walls in the city. Together with a worn-down brush and an empty bucket, he went in search for some decent water and soap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;His fruitless search ended after hours, when he tossed the bucket on the floor and sagged down on the street, depressed. He realized that he was not going to get the job done in time and be too late to catch the carriage back to Escrow. However it was then that he met one of the Duchess Saturday's Musketeers, who politely told him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Big trees with big roots, yet small trees don't break!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Which not only cheered up his day, but also made him look up to see who had spoken these words of a wise, old Kimori saying. He saw a big smile. A smile belonging to a musketeer girl who clearly had agatean blood in her veins. The name of this musketeer: Yossarianna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She helped him out by finding some good water for cleaning the graffiti away. After removing the graffiti, they decided to stay in touch through albatross-mail and talk more by letter later as Taiki was forced to leave in a hurry due to the carriage he had to take back. (A carriage which in turn showed up too late.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With the return of Yossarianna Kimori to the family, the mystery surrounding one of Lord Kimori's brothers has been solved. We are happy to announce that he was not killed, he instead took the wrong boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ending up in Genua, cut off from his other relatives and unaware how they were doing, he decided to start life anew and wait for better times. Yossarianna Kimori, born on Genuan soil, is his proud daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-8764225922360305176?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/8764225922360305176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=8764225922360305176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/8764225922360305176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/8764225922360305176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2008/03/kimori-family-clan-update_18.html' title='Kimori Family Clan Update.'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/R-AMFaJ0GPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/6lejOu34_Wg/s72-c/kimori+family+tree+v1.1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616257472623683115.post-4167268378941115163</id><published>2008-03-17T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T16:06:33.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>Yet Another Link List</title><content type='html'>Personal selection of discworld tools on the web:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.ntlworld.com/guiderjo/DISC002.HTM"&gt;Shop Contents&lt;/a&gt; where to find an item&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hem.bredband.net/discworld/"&gt;Street Finder&lt;/a&gt; Routeplanner ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dwmud.com/cgi-bin/currency_convertor.cgi"&gt;Simidhel's&lt;/a&gt; Currency Convertor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/dwweapons/"&gt;Weapons&lt;/a&gt; Overview of weapons by type and quality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://luckycat.pbwiki.com/ContainerInformation"&gt;Container Information&lt;/a&gt; Types, weight, location and volume of most containers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://users.pandora.be/LaoTzu/Priests/followers_corner.htm"&gt;Followers Corner&lt;/a&gt; Information on choosing a religion and what it can do for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bonuses.darkmud.co.uk/"&gt;Bonus Calculator&lt;/a&gt; a little help in rearranging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guild Specific:&lt;br /&gt;Wizards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spc.darkmud.co.uk/"&gt;Spellcheck Project&lt;/a&gt; All spells, their information and requirements&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-4167268378941115163?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/4167268378941115163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=4167268378941115163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/4167268378941115163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/4167268378941115163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2008/03/yet-another-link-list.html' title='Yet Another Link List'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155578998862492969</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-616257472623683115.post-3281182421022507700</id><published>2008-03-16T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:41:55.998-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family tree'/><title type='text'>Kimori Family Clan Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/R90nTKJ0GOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8nzLDZ7QQ3o/s1600-h/kimori+family+tree+v1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/R90nTKJ0GOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8nzLDZ7QQ3o/s200/kimori+family+tree+v1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178338356642453730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Everyone welcome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Yva Kimori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, Kimorian Priest of Gufnork. Child of Ikke, Brother of Dheroan and Cousin to Eliza, Dracania, Taiki and Myr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-3281182421022507700?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/3281182421022507700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=3281182421022507700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/3281182421022507700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/3281182421022507700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2008/03/kimori-family-clan-update.html' title='Kimori Family Clan Update.'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KtU9uosnJuA/R90nTKJ0GOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8nzLDZ7QQ3o/s72-c/kimori+family+tree+v1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616257472623683115.post-7113496458798171085</id><published>2008-03-15T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T08:06:59.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>My roots are in the depths of the woods.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Originally born from Agatean descendants that came to Ankh-Morpork as tourists, (At least that's how the gossip goes.) Kimori has settled on Ankh-Morporkian  soil as their new home. Although they don't shun to travel around the disc,  they definitely have no intention to leave any time soon. Distinguishable by  the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dark blue tribal markings&lt;/span&gt; on their body, they are perhaps a bit odd and  have their own quirk sayings like: &lt;blockquote&gt;"My roots are in the depths of the woods."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Whatever that's supposed to mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the truth about Kimori? Or is there more to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historical analysis of the past few hundred years reveals a line of new noblemen rising up from among the rubble that served the Agatean Emperor. A single man named Naoki was granted his title for his service to the Empire. This man, originating from the forests near the Mountains of the Sun adopted the name Kimori in honour of the large trees that grew there. The line prospered until a rough three decades ago when the snake nest known as politics resulted in the fall of the once mighty Kimori clan. Those who survived the bloodshed and annihalation, fled the Counter Weight Continent to seek refuge and rebuild their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord of the Kimori at the time survived and fled to the city of Ankh-Morpork with his wife. Most of their children were born on morporkian soil. The remaining Kimori sought contact with each other and tattooed their bodies with specific tribal markings in tribute to those who were slain in injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than ten years ago the Lord of the Kimori disappeared for good along with his wife and several other important Kimori. This was the deathstab to the once so great family. It is assumed they were assassinated, eventhough the bodies were never found. Those once loyal scattered for good. Any claim for nobility has been withdrawn by the Emperor, or as the officials state it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Being born on soil outside the Empire no longer warrants continuation of a nobility line.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not until the coming of age of one of the younger sons of Lord Kimori, Taiki Kiyoshi Naoki Kimori, that the activity of Kimori returned. Although the Morporkian-born Agatean does not posses any political ambition, he has gone great lengths to find any remaining or former Kimori left and re-unite them in his clan. Even using the tattoos as a symbolic bind between the individual members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time can tell what will happen to Kimori, but one thing is sure: Wherever a Kimori comes from, a Kimori is always a Kimori. Fierce loyalty to the family is all that matters and united they shall stand.&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/616257472623683115-7113496458798171085?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/7113496458798171085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=7113496458798171085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/7113496458798171085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/7113496458798171085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-roots-are-in-depths-of-woods.html' title='My roots are in the depths of the woods.'/><author><name>Taiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02462067847104851184</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-616257472623683115.post-1068182013410417357</id><published>2008-03-15T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T08:35:30.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adverts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discworld mud Kimori Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            ^^                     &lt;br /&gt;            3B@@0                          ^$@/                    &lt;br /&gt;              ~@@`                          %@V                    &lt;br /&gt;               C@X ~CB@@@V                 ^$@/                    &lt;br /&gt;              XB@@@@g3`                     %@V                    &lt;br /&gt;       X$@@@BGV(/@g        ~                8@X                    &lt;br /&gt;                 V@/   `%@@@                G@V                    &lt;br /&gt;               `//@@@@@$GV^                `0@X       `            &lt;br /&gt;       3GgB$@@@@$8C@@^            `       ~V@@$0@@@@@@@8^          &lt;br /&gt;          ^         @@           /@@@@@@@@@@@@@GX(/~^.             &lt;br /&gt;                    ^@@^            ``    /B@@@G.                  &lt;br /&gt;           ^VG0BBBBg%VG@@^               .%@@@@3g@@0/`              &lt;br /&gt;        8@G`       `C@@@$             .3@@G8@0^  ^3@@0(`           &lt;br /&gt;      ^@V              G/            V@@B/ 3@%      /G@@0V/        &lt;br /&gt;      %$                           V@@@(  `g@3         `/0@@@@%/   &lt;br /&gt;      3@(                       .V@@@V    ^B@V              ^V0$~  &lt;br /&gt;      ^$@0/            /^     /$@@0/      ^$@/                     &lt;br /&gt;        ($@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@/    ^(^         /$@(                     &lt;br /&gt;             `:/VVVX/~                    (@@/                     &lt;br /&gt;                                           //    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who read the message and are of the same blood: "My roots are &lt;br /&gt;in the depths of the woods!" The Kimori Clan calls its family back home.&lt;br /&gt;The tree burned down, but the roots are still there. Deeply rooted.&lt;br /&gt;Thus we grow again and call upon you who are our kin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unite! My brothers, sisters, cousins, uncles, aunts, friends, and all &lt;br /&gt;those who were once called Kimori. We shall return our family to &lt;br /&gt;greatness once more. With Agatean Honour and Morporkian Strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Kimori of the Mountains of the Sun greets you all once more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                - Taiki Kimori, Morporkia - Bes Pelargic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/616257472623683115-1068182013410417357?l=dwkimori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/feeds/1068182013410417357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=616257472623683115&amp;postID=1068182013410417357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/1068182013410417357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616257472623683115/posts/default/1068182013410417357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwkimori.blogspot.com/2008/03/discworld-mud-kimori-family-3b0-v-cx.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155578998862492969</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></feed>
