FFH II PBEM V Tech Thread

[Square Leg]

Does it, perhaps, come with an Orthus attached to it free of charge?

As the axe pondered its existence it looked down upon itself with a gaze of fortitude for, not only was it an axe, it was being weilded by a giant orc with bad breath.

"Woot" it exclaimed.

[Iskender]

Does it, perhaps, come with an Orthus attached to it free of charge?

Hm, now that you mention that, there seemed to be some kind of biodegradable wrapping around the axe :rolleyes:

[Bobchillingworth]

Howzabout a blitz this Saturday / Sunday? I'm fine for most times.

[Sareln]

Howzabout a blitz this Saturday / Sunday? I'm fine for most times.

I can probably do my Sunday morning again, so 0800 - 1200 California Time.

[Square Leg]

Howzabout a blitz this Saturday / Sunday? I'm fine for most times.

I'm unlikely to be able to I'm afraid. We have family visiting this weekend

[Bobchillingworth]

Hey Serdoa, you still have the turn. I see you're online now, so if you have access to civ... please play it when possible

[Serdoa]

Thanks Bob, I had it played already for some time but did send it to the FFH2PBEM2 tracker instead of ours. Sorry.

[Bobchillingworth]

Deep within the bowels of the grand palace at Jubilee, Dr. Snatch Adams paced restlessly before an enormous raised stone slab, covered by an equally impressive white sheet. She was normally Perpentarch’s voluptuous personal physician and “assistant”, but she had been left behind when he embarked on his now many months-long journey to some unknown realms beyond, and subsequently appointed “official court doctor and baby wrangler” by Princess Keelyn after the death of her predecessor in a tragic and somewhat misguided rhino-fluffing incident. A few meters above the ground Keelyn herself gently floated by, held aloft by fell demons

from Agares-knows which plane. In addition to her typical court regalia (which could range from nothing at all to today’s selection of a literal catsuit), she wore aviator’s goggles and fingerless gloves on both her hands and feet.



“What’s the prognosis, doc?” she asked, while making another orbit around the slab and taking a long, contemplative puff on a bubble pipe.


“I’m afraid the patient has expired.” Dr. Adams cried, dramatically gesturing toward the slab with one arm while tossing off the cloth with the other. On the slab lay the corpse of an enormous spike-clad orc, who standing would have easily reached at least nine feet in height. The body was largely well-preserved, except for the head, which someone had replaced with a doll’s. “You see,” declared Adams, almost in tears, “his heart was simply three sizes too small!” Keelyn whimpered and let out muffled sob between puffs on her pipe.


The man who was Keelyn’s retainer, bodyguard, Field Marshal, and nanny stood in the darkened corner of the room, near the stairs. He looked nervously on at the unfolding tableau. He was normally a hard, stoic man. He had long ago once served as a general amongst the Bannor, and there were rumors that he had since found employ amongst many of the nations of Erebus, temporarily even leading some of them outright. It wasn’t the macabre sight of the decapitated orc which troubled him- for he was certainly no stranger to violence and slaughter- but rather Keelyn’s increasingly unstable emotional state. A magical prodigy, Keelyn’s tantrums could easily threaten to bring down the palace around them, if not the entire kingdom. He shuddered to think of the last one, which had ended with drunken Kraken sloshing about the ruins of Jubilee’s distillery.


“Don’t cry, my liege,” the nameless retainer stated. “For while the man on the table may have perished, he hast brought you a gift!” He pointed to the far side of the room, where lay a majestic axe almost the size of a man, perpetually wreathed in unnatural flames. A half dozen of the Balseraph’s finest warriors clustered around it, roasting a whole cow mounted above on a giant spit. “Oh, goody!” Keelyn cried, clapping her hands in glee. The retainer signed. Disaster has been averted again- at least for the next few hours.

[Mist]

I should put an announcement somewhere, shouldn't I?

Browsers are currently listing my domain as an malware/attack/fraud site.

I've been hacked through a Wordpress installation I hosted for a friend ( would you believe Wordpress places no limits on failed login attempts? So utterly ridiculous, I still can't shake off the amazement ). The hack was automatic ( as done by a crawler ) and of the type that infects index.php files with [iframe] through a backdoor.

Trackers are unaffected.

I've shut down the backdoor and removed all the hostile code. I'm going through raw access logs ( only 40MB of them, pure fun ) to see if there's anything else.

I've been removed from blacklist at Yandex ( provider for Opera ) already and requested a review from Google/stopbadware.org ( provides blacklists for Chrome and Firefox ). If there's anyone else blacklisting me ATM please let me know.

[Square Leg]

Nice write up bob. This is how I imagine Keelyn: