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Topic: Ghosts of Aetalanta IV.R.?
Subject: ah...
...the time for war seems to be at hand. 
Posted on 2007-10-18 at 18:42:52.
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Topic: The Guiding Light Q&A
Subject: the sla'kar
Not sure if any of you would have reason to know this or not, but those who do know a bit about sla'karn physiology would recognize this individual as female, since it lacks the brightly-colored crest usually associated with males.
Posted on 2007-10-18 at 17:11:52.
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Topic: The Guiding Light
Subject: set sail, aye-aye!
12th Pfier (Fallday), 452 E.R.
north of Crall's Shoal, western Antaron
With Jonas at the wheel, and Tod trimming the sails at his captain's command, the Arienne makes good time across the bay. The seas are fairly calm, and the breeze is favorable, both lending themselves to a smooth ride. Tod remains quiet, but perhaps a tad bit less sullen, while Joans himself is cheery and rather gentlemanly for a sea captain of any sort.
By late afternoon, the stone lighthouse can be picked out by a discerning eye, and within another half an hour, a tall, wooden tower can also be spotted perhaps a couple hundred yards away from the lighthouse - from the distance, the exact layout is still difficult to judge.
Instead of moving along the coastline, Jonas appears to be steering the ship towards the shore. "My apologies, but the reefs are quite thick up ahead, and I see no reason to risk my vessel any further. Tod will row you ashore in our lifeboat, and you can walk the rest of the way from here."
There is little to discuss; Captain Jonas bids you farewell, and soon, you are adrift in the sea with only the company of the brooding Tod.
Soon, though, even that is over as the boat bumps its way against the sandy bottom of the bay. "Time to get out," the deckhand announces gruffly. He gives you enough time to get your feet into the surf, and then he is off again, rowing back to the Arienne.
As you wade through the salty water and up to land, you discover a narrow beach that leads directly back into the edges of the swamp. Fortunately, it seems that you are nearly out of that terrain.
You can see that the vicinity occupied by the lighthouse is somewhat higher than where you have landed, and that the area between the swamp and the lighthouse beach is broken up by large sand dunes, patches of tall grass, and the occasional tree.
The swamp itself, from what you can see, consists of a surpirsingly fair amount of dry ground that runs haphazardly across the surface of the land, with various areas of still, bracken water breaking the dry land up. It should be possible to stick almost exclusively to the dry land if you are willing to give up a direct route for sure footing. There is a reasonable amount of undergrowth, and more than a few trees break jut out from the water.
The party spends the next half hour carefully picking their way trhough the swamp when suddenly, a javelin appears with a thud in the dirt in front of the group. "You will halt!" a voice calls out in oddly accented Apanonese.
From the brush steps out a brown-scaled sla'kar. Standing shy of six feet tall, it carries a shield made of some sort of hide on its left arm, and wears a blade of some variety on a belt around its waist. Other than that, the creature wears no clothing whatsoever. It's stance is easy, feet sprad just beyond shoulder width, long tail resting behind it. Aside form the javelin sticking out of the earth, the creature does not seem to be directly threatening, but neither does it seem fearful of your group.
Posted on 2007-10-18 at 17:08:22.
Edited on 2007-10-18 at 17:09:43 by t_catt11
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: post is up!
Here's the score:
Speeder Party
Mercury: driving, unhurt
Lana: unhurt
Ziv: unhurt
Jaal: feelings hurt
Jeena: dead
Lawbreaking party
Caise: uncounscious, badly wounded
Damanil: barely conscious, seriously wounded
Dime: slightly wounded
Up to Mercury and the rest where they will go from here... Jaal may or may not be able to help.
Up to Damanil as to whether he will try to keep passing himself off as TDF. Up to Dime whether he surrenders or begins to keep score as to how many blaster rifle bolts he can eat.
Posted on 2007-10-17 at 17:42:55.
Edited on 2007-10-17 at 19:35:12 by t_catt11
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Topic: The Voting Game
Subject: well, yes...
But that's the sort of thing that gets you banned from voting stuff.
Posted on 2007-10-17 at 17:37:42.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: more meyhem
Mercury and Lana manage to pull the critically wounded Jeena - as well as Jaal - into the speeder, and the young fringer throws the vehicle into drive and slams it into a path that will allow the rest of the party to jump in.
Which one of them does. Inexplicably, the blind jedi (was he blind to danger, as well?) moved to charge at the remaining attackers, rather than to take the safety of the speeder... and worse, Dime and Damanil seemed intent on staying around to provide support!
Mercury swings the speeder as close as he dares, and earns a blaster bolt into the left rear quarterpanel of the speeder for his trouble. The vehicle yaws dangerously, but the young man is able to regain control - luckily, it appears that the damage is cosmetic. For the briefest moment, he meets Caise's sightless gaze, and the jedi gives an almost imperceptible nod. Grimly, Mercury grits his teeth, grabs the wheel, and accelerates off toward safety.
The three are armed and old enough to make their own choices. For now, Mercury has the responsibility of getting the injured to safety.
Meanwhile, Caise busies himself with the business of ensuring the speeder's escape. His senses tingle once more, and this time, the padawan correctly interprets the signal as indicating another rocket firing. The jedi in training gathers the force around him and covers the ground between himself and the assailant in a remarkably short time. The man has no real chance to react as Caise's humming lightsaber neatly intersects the rocket launcher's barrel - as well as the active round within it.
There is a dull thud as the round explodes, throwing lethal shrapnel from the launch tube deep into the head and torso of the attacker. Later, his badly charred body will be discovered, but it is this molten shrapnel, not the burns, that kill the man. Caise is thrown back by the blast, peppered by the same shrapnel, and his head connects with a permacrete barrier at an awkward angle. The jedi's mind notes, in a disconnected manner, that everything sounds as if he is under water.... and then, he notices nothing at all.
Elsewhere, the fight takes another bad turn. Damanil's blaster rifle speaks and throws a burst of lethal energy directly into the chest of another attacker, who crumples to the ground. However, the sniper has regained his position, and only blind luck - or the will of the force - nudges the incoming shot to the side enough to avoid lethality. Even so, Damanil is spun to the ground by the blast, and it takes all of his effort to regain his feet.
Dime has problems of his own. Somewhat wounded himself, the twi'lek knows that to try to run across open ground in an effort to assist either of his fallen comrades would be suicide, considering the sniper on the roof and the regular blaster fire still coming from two different spots across the street. All thoughts of cover fire are gone, now - to survive, Dime will have to use lethal force. He does score a glancing shot on one attacker, but all three enemies still remain.
Suddenly, a loudspeaker bellows out in Galactic Basic, "This is the TDF! All armed parties will drop their weapons immediately or face deadly force!" A Dalian-class hovertank has moved into the street, and several armed soldiers in TDF uniforms and full battle armor move from cover to cover.
The sniper on the roof apparently thinks he has a shot, but is proven wrong as he is hit by two seperate blasts. He staggers for a moment, then tumbles several stories to the street below. The remaining two attackers drop their weapons and raise their hands, and the hatch of the hovertank opens. A lean, wiry officer - one Damanil does not recognize - steps out and surveys the street as the troopers move to surround the area. He keys his commlink. "We have casualties onsite - medteam requested ASAP."
Dime can feel the rifles poitned at him. "All right, sentient," the officer speaks clamly. "This fight is over. Drop your weapon now, or have it removed from your cold, dead fingers. Your choice."
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Meanwhile, Mercury drives as far away as possible, as quickly as possible. When it becomes apparent that there is neither pursuit nor further immediate threat, he pulls the speeder into a parking area to think. The fringer glances back to the back seat, but Lana shakes her head, her lips pursed tight. Jeena is quite clearly dead.
Jaal's expression says he has realized this some time ago - the grime on his face is streaked by tears. He closes his eyes for a moment, then shifts his beloved's head from his lap to the seat so that he can move to the front. He then keys the comm panel on the dash of the speeder, and moments later, Gerald Darand's voice is heard.
"Father," Jaal breathes, "there has been an attack. We... father, Jeena is dead!" The young man's composure breaks, and the last word comes out almost as a wail. It is a heartbreaking scene, to say the least.
The voice on the other end sounds stiff, unbelieving. "What do you mean, Jaal? An attack, where? When?"
"Outside of Brod's, father. I'm not sure if they were after us or the jedi, but he stayed behind to give us time to escape..." Jaal cannot continue.
"WHAT?" comes an anguished scream. "They knew that transportation was supposed to be clear!" The last is followed by moments of deathly silence. "What I mean, son, is...."
But Jaal cuts him off. "You had something to do with this?" he cries. "Why would you do such a thing, father? Why?"
Gerald has grown very angry, and his voice shows it. "I told you to stay away from Jedi, boy! They bring nothing but trouble! If not for them, your mother..."
But again, Jaal cuts his father off. "If not for you, you bitter old bastard, Jeena would be alive! Hell is too good for you." Furious, the young man punches the comm panel, breaking it (and possibly his own hand). He then collapses into sobs.
Posted on 2007-10-17 at 17:16:09.
Edited on 2007-10-17 at 17:20:09 by t_catt11
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Topic: Olan's baby photobucket
Subject: I hate to spam...
...but you should check out the photobucket now. We have uploaded some great pics of Noah smiling, as well as one of a cute pout.
Posted on 2007-10-17 at 14:35:39.
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Topic: Ghosts of Aetalanta IV.R.?
Subject: so...
...you have declared for the forces of Sauron, then?
Posted on 2007-10-16 at 15:01:36.
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Topic: Olan's baby photobucket
Subject: hehe
You should check the photobucket out now - we've got a cute grin uploaded. 
Posted on 2007-10-15 at 20:58:01.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: no doubt!
Anytime someone decides to creatively use grease in combat, I cringe for the sheer dark potential the situation has. Add the floating table, plus charging melee fighters AND missile into said melee?
Could have gone so hilariously wrong, indeed! 
Posted on 2007-10-15 at 20:43:00.
Edited on 2007-10-16 at 13:16:01 by t_catt11
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: stunned
I am stunned! Arien's ridiculous armor class, coupled with his shield that's supposed to make him nigh-unhittable to missile attacks, HAS ACTUALLY WORKED!  Now, I am truly scared... I wonder if the DM has some sort of cursed exploding ballista bolt prepped and ready to fire down a narrow corridor...
Note to self: stop giving the DM ideas.
Ahem.
Nice combat scene... the exploding table and (actually effective) grease spell were nice touches.
Posted on 2007-10-15 at 15:30:38.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: grrr...
Eat cold smite, Bromern Sal.
Posted on 2007-10-15 at 13:35:28.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: trend?
Funny how one little betrayal sullies your reputation forever!
Well, two. Tops. how many helpful NPCs have I introduced, with no credit whatsoever?
Hmph.
Posted on 2007-10-12 at 13:14:44.
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Topic: The Guiding Light
Subject: haggle haggle
Captain Jonas glances at En'Aranthea out of the corner of his eye before grinning in a bemused manner. "Very well, then... ten levens it is."
However, when the sylvari maid fishes out the silver and places it in his hand, he frowns. "Milady, I mean no offense, but the coins you have are Corian brissans - and though they are a lovely sight for my eyes, the ruffians that pass themselves off as merchants here in this port will not honor them as they will levens. I must insist on three per head if you'll be paying in Croian currency."
DM's note: assuming some sort of deal can be reached...
The captain smiles and bows. "We'll be ready to set sail in an hour or so, so by the time you stable your steeds, we should be ready to go."
Fortunately, the party finds little trouble in procuring stabling for the horses. After all, these are fairly fine specimens of horseflesh; if their riders never return, the beasts can be sold for a tidy profit. A mere two brissans is enough to obtain stabling for a couple of nights, with the understanding that a longer stay will demand additional pay.
True to his word, Jonas has the Arienne ready to sail in an hour, and he welcomes the lot of you on board. Tod, on the other hand, is quiet - even a bit sullen - and seems to choose to simply stay away from you.
"All right, then," Jonas speaks with a grin. Next stop, the lighthouse!" The sails are hoisted, and the ship smoothly departs the docks of Crall's Shoal.
Posted on 2007-10-10 at 23:54:35.
Edited on 2007-10-10 at 23:55:25 by t_catt11
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: here's your bullseye, next!
I've seen a lot of prompt posting this week. Huzzah!
Posted on 2007-10-10 at 20:44:03.
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Topic: The Sarcasm Game
Subject: hmph
I love it when I create a new game, it gets some good posts, but then goes away and everyone forgets about it! 
Posted on 2007-10-10 at 14:13:02.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: holy camole!
I was not expecting Caise to charge off after the baddies in the face of everything that's going on!
That being said, the party splitting up is not necessarily a bad thing, provided this is a short term deal.
I will point out that jedi command a certain amount of respect, even on Taanab, so if Caise manages to not get his fool self killed, he might be able to talk his way out of trouble with the TDF. Might.
As for the rest of you - provided the speeder doesn't catch a rocket or a lucky blaster bolt, it represents a pretty sure escape from the current trouble. On the other hand, feel free to stay and fight if you wish... don't mind me!
If you live through the firefight, the TDF might kill you. Or arrest you and imprison you for inciting a riot. Or they might question you and let you go. Or they might help the wounded (tries to keep a straight face). Or...
You get the picture. You guys are the players, go whatever direction you please!
Posted on 2007-10-09 at 19:52:00.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: coldness
Nope, sorry, not in this game. If you want protection against the cold, bulky layering is the answer.
Realistically, bulky layering would be the answer anyway, I fear. this isn't 30 degree weather. This is -30 degree weather.
Posted on 2007-10-09 at 19:09:55.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: additional firepower
May 8th, 2025
WhiteHorse Military Base, Antarctica - 1236
Major Carrolton looks none too pleased regarding the news about the scramjet, but waves away any mention of assitance. "I'll let the tech goobers Stateside know about it. Good enough that you made it in one piece."
Monty asked for recent satellite intel, which Carrolton seemed willing enough to give. "Nothing new, as far as movement and such - still no signs of life. Weather looks like it'll hold for a couple of days, at least, once this little storm blows over."
A small smile tugs at the major's mouth. "Oh, and just so you know - Washington decided you needed a couple more guns. They beat you guys here, their flight wasn't as long." He produces two manilla folders, with the labels HART, CPL GABRIEL JAME and PEARSON, PFC DENES. A quick inspection reveals billets of demolitions and grenadier, respectively. "They'll be waiting for you in the barracks. Good luck, rangers."
Arrangements are made for Inga to meet with the CMO onsite, and the team is dismissed for the short break prior to go time.
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A Private Chogan is tasked with showing the team to the barracks, and the young man asks a lot of questions. He seems to know the mission's destination, and casually mentions that there are several strange objects stored in the station's hanger that he knows were retrieved from ARF36.
The barracks are about what one would expect - dingy, cold, and drafty... though a great deal more hospitible than the swirling wind and snow outside. Despite the knowledge of what would be encountered, the party finds the drastic climate change from Georgia in the late spring to be nothing short of fantastic - and not in a good way!
As promised, two addiitonal rangers, gear at the ready, snap to attention in the barracks. Truly a study in contrasts, these two - Corporal Hart (the demo specialist) is clearly pushing the small extreme of Army height regs, while Private Pearson (the grenadier) is a bear of a man, well over six feet tall.
"Well, here you are," Chogan states. "Hang out here, or see the sites on the base.... up to you. They'll call as soon as your chopper is ready."
Posted on 2007-10-09 at 16:02:39.
Edited on 2007-10-31 at 20:24:36 by t_catt11
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: firefight
With one assailant taken out, you are down to four visible enemies (counting the two reinforcements).
That you can see... the source of the artillery is still unclear.
Damanil knows that a TDF riot team is a full squad - twelve to sixteen men, and usually a well-trained unit. I do not know if he would share this info, but if Raven is unable to post, assume that he at least warns the party that serious trouble is coming.
Posted on 2007-10-08 at 20:09:39.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: continued meyhem
More blaster shots rain in from across the street, but now, the party is ready for the conflict. Caise's lightsaber springs into emerald life as the padawan places himself between the civilians and harm's way, while Ziv, Dime, and Damanil ready weapons of their own and begin returning fire.
Lana and Mercury respond without hesitation to the jedi's command, and rush to the side of the fallen Jeena. Worldlessly, the pair each get a grip under a different arm, and move to drag the grievously wounded woman to safety. The scent of burned flesh hangs heavy in the air, and Jeena is completely limp.
The sniper on the far rooftop takes aim and squeezes his trigger, but reflexes aided by the Force are too quick even for energy bolts; instead of flesh, the deadly bolt finds humming green energy in its path as the bolt is easily deflected into the pavement nearby. Ziv fires wildly, and his own goal is achieved as one of the attackers takes cover. Another assailant cries out in pain as Dime lands a return shot of his own, and the sniper on the roof is forced to duck away from a shower of debris as Damanil's own shot comes very close to removing him from the roof.
Jaal is hysterical, unable to see anything but the bleeding form of Jeena. Numbly, he follow Mercury and Lana, but seems unable to render any sort of help.
Caise feels his senses screaming a warning, and he cries out "Get down!" A moment later, there is an odd humming, an instant before a rocket smashes into the side of the mercantile, knocking a sizeable hole into the permablock wall and filling the air with thick, acrid, black smoke. This time, the group is prepared, and no one loses their footing. However, things begin to look even more bleak - at least two more enemies have opened fire across the street.
Frantically, Ziv scans the street for a speeder to hijack, but the attackers are smart - they have waited for an opening to fire, so as to reduce the amount of available cover. Unfortunately for the party, it also appears that no citizen is foolish enough to drive their vehicle into a live firefight!
The fight continues, with one of the attackers popping his head out just in time to catch a lucky shot by Ziv directly to the face, and Dime himself taking a glancing shot to the leg.
However, the fates have not completely abandoned the party - the garage door opens to reveal the welcome sight of Jaal's ancient SoroSuub 45. As gently as possible, Mercury and Lana pull the still form of Jeena up into the speeder and usher Jaal inside, and momentarily, Mercury finds himself at the controls.
Meanwhile the emergency TDF frequency squaks to life on Damanil's commlink. Disturbance by Brod's Mercantile, comes the report. Active firefight in progress. Multiple fighters on both sides, be advised, one combatant appears to be a jedi. Casualties reported.
A moment later, a reply is made. Roger that, HQ. Riot team Theta-Theta-Two in route to respond. ETA five minutes.
The response by headquarters is chilling. Acknowledged, riot team. Both supressive and lethal force are authorized.
Posted on 2007-10-08 at 20:04:15.
Edited on 2007-10-10 at 13:31:14 by t_catt11
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: continuing...
I will probably go on and post, since Raven is tied up with babiness and may not be able to. I will assume that, like the good soldier he is, Damanil will shoot, shoot, and shoot some more.
Posted on 2007-10-08 at 17:30:59.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: impediments
His mind made up, Arien strode through the shattered hallway with little thought to precaution or concern. Methodically, he made his way ahead without pausing for such trifles as doors or similar physical obstacles.
They burst into a room at the foot of the tower to find a nest of the cursed imperials involved in whatever mischief they were doing. With so much adrenaline already in his system, the knight hardly felt the rush that combat usually brought; instead, he found himself viewing the Greens as another mundane obstacle akin to the rotting doors of this place - something to be quickly swatted aside in favor of the real goal ahead.
Carelessness like this could easily cause his death, or the deaths of one of his friends, and even as Char uncharacteristically barked out an order, Arien realzied it, and felt his cheeks burn with shame. Fair enough, the party would risk their lives on this madman's quest, but there was no need to take unnecessary risks and end up dying before the real danger was even faced.
With a quick smile of gratitude to the ranger, Arien fell into formation with the other warriors of the group and raised his blade to attack.
Arien is looking to simply kill, kill, and kill some more. If close enough, he will target the commander first, as is his typical operating proceedure, but if not, he will attempt to work his way to the man, one opponent at a time. He will fight agressively until all enemies are routed/killed unless an ally goes down first, in which case, he will move to a defensive position above said ally until healing can be given to them.
Posted on 2007-10-08 at 13:54:07.
Edited on 2007-10-08 at 13:55:30 by t_catt11
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: absolutely...
We love the torture. Long ago, we decided that CWWLLO = "masochist invitattional".
We all KNOw we're gonna die at some point, it's the when and how that keep us guessing!
Posted on 2007-10-08 at 13:42:51.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: babies...
I forgot just how far away they can poop. And how often they do it!
Posted on 2007-10-05 at 19:40:08.
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