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Ten years ago: Israeli and PLO negotiators wrapped up an agreement transferring civilian government powers to Palestinians in the Gaza Strip (news - web sites) and Jericho.

Five years ago, on April 20, 1999, the Columbine High School massacre took place in Littleton, Colo., as students Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold shot and killed 12 classmates and one teacher before taking their own lives.

One year ago: U.S. Army forces took control of Baghdad from the Marines in a changing of the guard that thinned the military presence in the capital. Celebrating Easter, the Reverend Emmanuel Delly, a longtime Iraqi bishop, pleaded for safeguards against the persecution of Christians in the new Iraq (news - web sites). A landslide in southern Kyrgyzstan killed 38 people.

How annoying.  My entire My Yahoo! layout was gone when I logged in this morning.  I doubt it was a hacker, because several of my old content modules are no longer options and some others have a new look.  They even did away with my layout background!  Worse, some of my Yahoo! Bookmarks folders were empty, too!  Oh well.  We flow with the change or get left behind. 

Thanks for the well wishes, folks!  I promised my grandmother I would check my E-mail today, but my E-mail bookmarks folder is one of the empty ones.  I don't recall the telnet address to aztecfreenet so it'll have to wait until my mother sends me the link tomorrow.  Jess was exceptionally sweet today by wishing me a happy birthday on several weblogs and making a really cool birthday card.   

I find it humourous that some of my friends remember my birthday every year because its one of their holidays.  I never became a part of their culture, but apparently its a day to celebrate because of the backwards way Americans date things:  month-day-year.  I never remember their holiday until one of them reminds me.  Hey, at least they're remembering me, right?

Less humourous are the people who had made plans to hang out with me today and bailed.  Jason was supposed to stop by and play Shadowfist today.  My stepfather was supposed to go to dinner with my mother and I.  Oh well.  My mother and I still went to dinner at Flamingo Palace, and Bill and I are supposed to go see The Punisher tonight.  Plus, I had the chance to do all of the chores I do on my weekends, so overall it was a successful day.

Saturday we played in Steve's D&D game.  Griswald went with us to the chasm where the dwarven spirits reside and went in to talk to them.  He came back out with seven seashell necklaces which he gave us before telling us that whe was going to remain with them in order to try to set them free.  So, armed with the necklaces which he said the dwarves told him would aid us in retreiving the item we sought before in the caverns, we left. 

After spending the night at the lodge one last time we returned to Dagger Falls.  Along the way we ran into more Zhent agents demanding a toll.  This time there were more agents and barracade.  Twiggy decided to run the barracade while everyone else decided to pay and watch the spectacle.  Magnus and Cap offered to pay for their "addled" friend, but this time they had a new rule which prohibited paying the fare for others.  Eventually Twiggy was surrounded and he had to pay the toll, a fee for evading the toll, and had his horse impounded for twenty-four hours.  Luckily, they let us pay to get his horse out of impound early, and he only cost us seven gold.  Compare that to our cost of one gold each! 

In town, we broke the news to Felicia that her nephew was now Valor's hostage.  We ran into Ruben who had returned from Myth Drannor because he lacked a large key which was needed to continue.  We surmised that the key was what Valor must be looking for and that that key was in the underwater portion of the caverns which the drow inhabitant had warned us off from. 

The next morning we went up the cliffs, under the waterfall, reopened the sealed wall, and tried to go swimming with the necklaces.  But they didn't seem to work until Magnus showed us that they were actually masks where the large shell went over our mouths!  After that we could breathe underwater and swim without much resistance.  We explorered until we found a box set into the wall with an inscription in that ancient elvish toungue.  Being the only remaining member with an understanding of elvish, Cap was able to piece together some of it, namely the word "key".  Magnus pulled the box out of the wall (and it was then revealed to be an exceptionally long box) and we discovered more of the writing on the inside of the opening in which the box had laid.  It warned of something, but Cap wasn't clear.  The box had no discernable welds or openings of any kind.  On the way out of the cavern, the drow who had warned us before not to go down in the water now blocked our path.  He warned us that if we left with the key that the great peril would be unleashed.  He said that only he kept it in check and that he would not if the key left.  He was willing to let the great peril loose on Valor if Valor ever tried the same.  So Magnus sent Cap and Twiggy back to town to ask our mentors what tehy would prefer.  We could either ambush Valor when he came for the key and hope to win that way, or we could take the key and take our chances with the great peril on our own. 

It was unanimous.  All of the mentors wanted the key brought back, reguardless of the odds.  Within an hour all of our mentors, the king's guard, and Randal Morn himself appeared at the falls ready for anything.  Cap warned them that it might be a contagion, a monster, a curse, et cetera.  We had no idea.  But they were all assembled just the same so Cap and Twiggy entered, gave the returning signal, and gave the drow and our party the news.  So we left with the key.  Once we came down the cliffside we could see our mentors bent down around the ground.  We we got close enough we saw that it was the king--dead! 

Mydorn said that there was nothing he could do for the king.  As soon as we left the cave under the falls the king fell from his horse dead.  No one heard or saw anything leading up to or during that event which would give us a clue as to what happened.  Insert cliffhager.

We have a month of downtime before our next session in two weeks.  I guess I'll have to get together with Steve at some point and plan my character's downtime.

My inner child is ten years old!

The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost in a good book, or giggling with my best friend, I live in a world apart, one full of adventure and wonder and other stuff adults don't understand.

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