Try taping two or more people talking, or reading a verbatim transcript of a live show. You’ll find that the result is almost unintelligible. You don’t want your dialogue to be this true to life.

    ME: Hi. Could you point me towards the section where you would have---ah---waterproof or canvas-y fabrics?
    CLERK: We don't have waterproof. We have water-resistant.
    ME: Water-resistant. Ok.
    We don't carry a whole lot.
    ME: Right.
    At this time of year -- more in the summer time -- and they're making summer jackets -- right here in this shelf right here.
    ME: Ok, and then you would, you would normally wanna use a... some sort of a coating thing to make sure the stitching stays water-resistant as well?
    Aaaaa... yes, you would have to find something to do that.
    ME: Ok, thank you.
    I don't know where -- maybe on the internet.
    ME: Right.
    Like if you're looking for stuff---like if you're looking for stuff like they use in the sports and that you'll have to actually order that off the internet.
    ME: Right, well I---I figure maybe at Walmart they might have like tent fabric coating stuff which would work pretty good too.
    Right.
    ME: Umm.
    ...Or there's Advanced Fabrics out in New Maryland who actually makes tents.
    ME: Oh wow. Ok.
    Yup.
    ME: Aaa... and, just when I'm done here---
    What are you making?
    ME: I'm thinking about making---ah---like an outterwear jacket that really works for camping.
    Right.
    ME: So, not raincoat material, but---
    Um hm.
    ME: ---hopefully it would stand up in the winter to that kind water you---
    Right.
    ME: ---would get on it.
    Right. I don't know what kind of fabrics they have or anything if they do sell it...
    ME: Right.
    But that would be a good place to start because their's is made waterproof.
    ME: Ok.
    Yup.
    ME: And---uh---just when I'm done here, can you point me to the section where you'd have like---uh---really, really cheap fabric that so I could do like a like a test---
    Sure.
    ME: ---stitching?
    Yup. All these things back here -- you go by the label colour -- the the purple would be three; the pink would be four...
    ME: Ok, are those---are---those are your sale cloths basically?
    Yup. No. They're---they're cheap fabrics.
    ME: Ok.
    They're on sale.
    ME: Ok.
    And they're on buy one and get two free.
    ME: Oh, thank you.
    And they're really reduced prices.
    ME: Thank you.

The pen that writes is grasped in hand.
The hand that grasps turns round the wrist.
The wrist that turns is moved by mus'le.
The mus'le is moved by my command.

Demand of mine commands the pen
to write, to turn, to move and draw.
The pen will follow my command
and write the verse that I demand.

codrus

    Hard to call this a good movie? I disagree. This was an excellent movie, but by that, I mean certain things. Is it a V for Vendetta, Hero, or No Country for Old Men excellent kind of movie? -- no -- but it is a champion of the Kung-Fu genre. The white-haired witch raised by wolves, the deadly girl with the pipa (stringed-instrument), the fight in the tea house, the Drunken Boxing, the battle over the staff by two kung-fu legends, the defeating hordes of soldiers, the relatively accurate Chinese mythology, the kung-fu training -- especially under the waterfall -- and the flying warriors all come right out of a legacy of film that has established them as conventions. This isn't a tired film that brings nothing to the genre, however; it explores them all in beautifully done new ways. The plot, as you mention, with the kid from Boston getting thrown into the mix is more campy than the kung-fu, but that sets up the entire film. All the fantasy in the film is from a dream about kung-fu movies. One of the things the kid does right in the beginning is tell us that this movie is made by people who know kung-fu movies. That sort of narrative framing makes me wet, and at this point it goes without saying that I am a fan of kung-fu movies. All in all, for me, this is a go-back-to-the-theatre, can't-wait-to-buy-the-DVD kind of excellent movie.

White Raven Onslaught Warlord Attack 1
You lead the way with a powerful attack, using your success to create an opportunity for one of your allies. Each of your comrades in turn seizes on your example and begins to display true teamwork.
Daily
Martial, Weapon
Standard Action
Melee weapon
Target: One creature
Attack: Strength vs. AC
Hit: 3[W] + Strength modifier damage, and you slide an adjacent ally 1 square. Until the end of the encounter, whenever you or an ally within 10 squares of you makes a successful attack, the attacker slides an adjacent ally 1 square.
Miss: Choose one ally within 10 squares. Until the end of the encounter, the ally slides an adjacent ally 1 square after making a successful attack.

m_tothe_at

    Reclavus of Pherona is a suave, witty, and darkly handsome man. He often speaks with an aloof, sardonic tone. He is aggressive in both manner and attitude -- a free-spirited, restless young man who needs to provoke unflinching dictators and challenge whatever is permanent.

    Reclavus thinks he could do things differently, but he has simpler goals than writing the laws of a nation. He does want to change things, however, believing only the worthy should rule. True leaders command with the respect of their subjects and always with fairness in mind.

    On a small scale, Reclavus seeks this respect among his peers. He feels that if he is worthy, he would like to lead, earning their respect by the example he makes.

    In the tyrannical city-state of Pherona where Reclavus grew up, his attitude led him to the up-start anarchist group Red Spear. Involved in small-scale brigandry and naive political activism, Reclavus became something of a highway-man of the countryside, his group disallowed from meeting in the city proper.

    When an affair with a city concubine was ended by Reclavus' capture within Pherona, the monarch found the perfect excuse to get rid of him. The Lethoran Mystics demanded an annual tribute of able-bodied warriors from several city-states, and Pherona answered with Reclavus, sending him to a certain death.

    The mystics bury warriors alive in great tombs to serve their ancestors in the afterlife. In their hands, Reclavus was prepared and then sacrificed in the ceremonial armour of their knights.

    Three thousand year later, Reclavus awoke as the guardian of a mystic hall of Gaia, uncertain of the events that transpired. He is joined by a destined group on a quest to find the keystones of the earth.

    Leaving the cavern, the Lethoran curse was made known to him. Reclavus cannot find his reflection within the water nor the feel of his breath between his cold lips. Unable to rest without his soul and unable to bleed without his heartbeat, Reclavus' body has already begun to deteriorate.

    Lost in a world that is eerily similar to his past and alone in the void of his soulless husk, Reclavus only wants to find himself and find home amid the unfamiliar.

    Bruce Duranzor goes by his last name in the village of Milestone. He prefers the connection Duranzor gives him to his sepia-skinned grandfather who traveled to the West from the Eastern deserts with his wife long ago.

    When Duranzor's father, a scholar and businessman, took over the family business in the capitol city, he married a Western woman who gave their son his light ocher skin. Duranzor's thin hair, however, still shows off his family's black umber locks.

    Pushed down the scholarly road by his father, Duranzor studied history and the arcane with tutors all his life. It was not until Duranzor discovered an old book of his grandfather's, however, that he began to study spellcraft. Combining everything he could learn about the tradition of the Magi with what little wizardly training he could access as a commoner in the city, Duranzor started down the path of a spellcaster.

    For a while Duranzor lived in the city, getting work as a scribe, and though he was pressured to marry by his family, he kept to himself and furthered his studies on his own time. Eventually his study of magic lead him off to the small town of Milestone. The job Duranzor found as a scribe there seems like a dead end to him, but he has come to study the mysterious monolith in the centre of town.

    Duranzor is a greedy man, always calculating in the back of his mind, but on the surface he is a friendly individual, if a bit awkward at times. He feels a void between himself and the white, Western world he is living in. Deep in his mind, there is a sense of belonging to a far away culture and tradition that he has never been a part of.