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Topic: Buried Evil Q&A
Subject: well
I'll see what I can do. I'm trying to give everyone a chance to post before I do so.
Remember, the advertised posting rate for this game is 1-2 posts per week. Seeing as how it's only been a few hours since I posted, I feel like I have to give people a good chance. 
Posted on 2016-03-18 at 22:32:42.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Yes and yes
The players have withdrawn, so we're bringing new ones in. This way, it becomes part of the narrative instead of quite as much of a soap opera switcharoo.
Posted on 2016-03-18 at 18:33:02.
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Topic: Buried Evil Q&A
Subject: holy moly!
The top five (i.e. last updated topics) are FLYING by of late!
So awesome to see a round of posts so quickly!
Posted on 2016-03-18 at 17:56:14.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: nah
You don't have to have me bless it. Be creative!
The basic idea is that the Kuldar and Rytain should be no real threat to us. Their weapons would have a REALLY tough time penetrating our shields, and even if they did, the armor on the Peregrine would be more than a match for them.
Feel free to invent crap and Treknobabble it.
Posted on 2016-03-18 at 17:55:21.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: time for an uncool change
Stardate 2365.02.07
USS Peregrine, Captain's Quarters - 1835
Silas sat alone in his cabin, poring over written material, once again neglecting a half-eaten sandwich. He briefly considered a jaunt into the starbase; surely a quick change of scenery could only be a positive. But there was a lot left to do, and at the moment, he had chosen to devour all of the information regarding the Kuldar and Rytain that he could lay his hands on. The last thing that he needed would be a social faux pas in at the next morning's meeting.
The door chime interrupted his studies. "Come in," he spoke.
The door whooshed open to reveal a female Bajoran petty officer dressed in command red - Vish Riva, the Captain's Yeoman.
He arched an eyebrow. "Riva, I thought that you were off duty. Shouldn't you be breaking hearts on the starbase?"
The yeoman scowled darkly in response. "First off, Captain - you know good and well that I don't have time for that nonsense. Every bit of paperwork on this tiny bird seems to flow through my office... and even a short stay at a starbase generates more paperwork than you can imagine! Besides, sir, aren't you the one still holed up in your own quarters?" The last was offered with a smirk.
In almost any other situation, Drake would have nigh exploded at such a blatant display of insolence from an NCO, but such was the relationship had had with Petty Officer Vish that he didn't bat an eye. In public, she managed a little more decorum, but in private, she had virtually no filter... and Silas found that to be refreshing.
"Fair enough," he responded. "Still, what brings you here?"
She rolled her eyes and offered Silas a PADD. "A few random documents that Starfleet wants your approval on - mostly supply requisitions and such. Also, there are several messages that came via general delivery, but are addressed to you."
The Captain's eyes narrowed a bit at this last - while not altogether unheard of, messages to a Captain were typically delivered directly. He accepted the PADD and spoke. "Thank you, Riva. I'll look these over and handle them." He fixed her with a look. "In all seriousness, I expect you to at least get a few hours of downtime tonight. Is that understood, or do I need to make it an order?"
The Bajoran gave an exaggerated sigh. "No sir, no need to make it official. I'll go find some amusement to distract myself on the starbase." She gave a mockery of a salute and left as Silas shook his head ruefully.
He fired up the PADD and flipped by the requisition paperwork - that could wait. The messages were what interested him. When he saw the sender's name, he felt an icy ball form in his stomach.
All four were from Commander Jacin Parat, Starfleet Command Personnel. The first two were orders of transfer, and when Silas read the names, he felt strongly tempted to fling the PADD against the far bulkhead.
Rockatansky.
Synlkar.
It was bad enough that he was to lose his Chief of Operations at the beginning of a fairly sensitive mission, with no time to learn to mesh with his replacement. But to also lose his Chief Tactical Officer - the man who happened to also be his Second Officer - as well as his Chief Medical Officer?
Drake's fists balled in fury. Turnover was a natural state of affairs in Starfleet; Silas knew that well. But this... he clearly had someone in Starfleet Command who was determined to set him up to fail. To be placed under Captain Jacobs, and to have fully half of his department heads reassigned... this was no coincidence. He had an enemy in some high place.
Still, the anger was impotent, and Silas knew it. He had no recourse here. The transfers would happen, and there was nothing he could do about it. Something his grandfather used to say popped into mind. Adapt, improvise, and overcome.
Silas knew that if he was to succeed as a commanding officer, he would have to learn to do just that.
Posted on 2016-03-18 at 17:43:41.
Edited on 2016-03-18 at 17:50:57 by t_catt11
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Topic: Buried Evil Q&A
Subject: hah
"An eerie sense of familiarity". I love it. 
Posted on 2016-03-18 at 17:08:04.
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Topic: Buried Evil Q&A
Subject: let's play!
I need to get spell lists to some of you, and we need to hash out a few technical details... but we have enough in place to start. I made a "real" opening post... let's play!
Posted on 2016-03-18 at 16:28:51.
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Topic: The Evil Best Left Buried
Subject: foot traffic
11th Sempore (Thirkday), 453 E.R.
Woods near the village of Crandel (west of the Indigo river, near the Sendrian border)
Summer was in full swing, with the countryside a recent recipient of a major heat wave that had held strong now for two full weeks. This afternoon had finally witnessed the accumulation of clouds, and while the farmers blessed them, the group of travelers trudging down the dirt road did not necessarily share that sentiment. As evening fell, it had begun to drizzle. Rather than alleviate the heat, the precipitation had simply driven the humidity through the roof, causing clothing to become damp, sticky, and altogether uncomfortable. Slowly, a mist rose in response to the drizzle, which further choked away the visibility offered by the dying light of the day.
The companions expected to make Crandel by nightfall, and most - if not all - of them were looking forward to the chance to get in out of the weather for a bit. Indeed, the prospect of a dry bed and a hot meal was enough to quicken their pace.
As they walked along, the mist seemed to grow almost oppressively thick. Talcanaiion Aldavathar, sylvari pathfinder, began to feel uneasy. He had spent years out of doors, had experienced many types of weather, had witnessed the fury of nature firsthand... but this, this simply felt unnatural. Wrong.
Soon, every member of the party could feel the same things - the stifling atmosphere seemed to carry strange sounds, as well as cast strange shadows. More than once, one or more of the travelers were certain that they saw something in the mists, but the shapes always faded away, and never quite seemed to become fully visible.
The road (if one cared to use such a generous term for a dirt track in the middle of nowhere) took a sharp bend, and once the group reached the other side, they lay eyes on another group of travelers ahead. This new group - comprised of six or seven individuals on foot - was headed in the opposite direction, and though they were surely close enough to see the companions, they made no sign of recognizing this fact. Instead, they slowly shuffled along, heads down, seemingly oblivious to their surroundings, and continued to head directly for the party. If one had to wager a guess, one might speculate that these pilgrims were quite old, wounded, or ill - they were quite slow, indeed.
Posted on 2016-03-18 at 16:24:04.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: well...
How about this?
The Serapis shows up in the morning to take ownership right before Drake has to go play diplomat.
Posted on 2016-03-18 at 11:45:20.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: well
Originally, I had thought it would go straight to the Science ship... but it's not here yet. So, maybe to the Starbase first?
Posted on 2016-03-18 at 11:37:02.
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Topic: Yana's Emporium of Stuff and Things
Subject: woo
Such bea-U-tiful stuff!
Posted on 2016-03-18 at 09:45:54.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: lol
Horatio likes his deadly plants, eh?
Posted on 2016-03-18 at 09:37:53.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: well
We won't be at the Starbase long. It's currently 1730 or so (aka 5:30 PM) on the 7th. Drake has been informed that the diplomat meeting will occur at 0800 the following morning, and that departure will take place soon after.
Posted on 2016-03-18 at 09:32:08.
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Topic: Yana's Emporium of Stuff and Things
Subject: woo!
 Yana art! Too long, indeed!
Posted on 2016-03-18 at 09:27:51.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: heh
I rather expected at least a post or two of people trying to get a few hours off the Peregrine. I mean, she IS a tiny little ship.
Posted on 2016-03-17 at 23:29:12.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: a great day!
Boo Boo.. welcome to the game! Excellent opening post.
Dox - loved it, man. Glad to see you back in action.
Arcani - Eol covered it for you. We're now docked with Starbase 118; you can report for duty any time you see fit.
Posted on 2016-03-16 at 23:28:38.
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Topic: Buried Evil Q&A
Subject: getting going
I will likely try to get a "real" intro post up today, even if character sheets are not done. We can get to those, and won't need them immediately
Posted on 2016-03-16 at 09:37:58.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: no worries
That's fine. By my count, you are doing your part.
Posted on 2016-03-16 at 09:35:21.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: lol
Fleet Week! Fleet Week!
Okay... those of you who have duties - most notably, Tesenblen and/or Thorson and the offloading of the pod - you can use that as inspiration to post.
Others - I don't have any key characters on duty between the end of Beta shift (1900) and tomorrow morning so you could explore Starbase 118, if you so desire.
Posted on 2016-03-16 at 09:07:04.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: insults...
In case you missed some specific insults in my latest post...
Jacobs referred to Drake as "mister". "Mister" is typically reserved for junior officers only - ensign, lieutenant junior grade... a captain could refer to a lieutenant as "mister" and it would be okay, though you'll notice that Drake usually uses "lieutenant", saving "mister" for when he is annoyed (as when Tesenblen could not be reached after being summoned to the bridge).
A lieutenant commander can technically be referred to as "mister", but doing so implies offense, as it infers that the officer is junior. To refer to a full Commander as such would only be done as an intentional insult, and it is NEVER appropriate to refer to the Captain of a vessel as such. Jacobs was pretty far out of line in terms of etiquette on this.
Furthermore, an officer might refer to their own ship as a "boat" in an affectionate manner, but to refer to another starship as a "boat" is again a pretty blatant insult - the implication being that the vessel is tiny and insignificant.
Posted on 2016-03-16 at 00:47:56.
Edited on 2016-03-16 at 09:03:20 by t_catt11
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: an old friend...
((OOC: taking a couple of liberties with who is on the bridge. It's Rock's command shift, so I'm assuming he would slide to TAC1, and bump Lt. Reid (currently on duty for Tac) to TAC2. PO Amai is scheduled to be on duty for Ops right now, but I'm thinking Chell would want to be here for his final moments onboard. Likewise, a petty officer would be at the helm, but I don't see Lt. Zai leaving the approach to a starbase with an NCO. If you feel otherwise, please let me know.))
Stardate 2365.02.07
USS Peregrine, Bridge - 1719
The viewscreen shifted dramatically, returning to the panorama of stars viewable in normal space as the Peregrine dropped out of warp. As Captain Drake leaned forward slightly in his seat, a grin tried desperately to tug at the corner of his mouth. No matter how many times he experienced it, spaceflight continued to thrill him, and seeing new places, new views just felt right at some nigh-cellular level.
"Starbase 118 detected, Captain", Lieutenant Commander Chell reported from his Ops station. "Approximately twelve million kilometers away, bearing one seven point four, mark one one six. I register one Federation vessel near the starbase... it is the Coronado, sir."
"Thank you, Commander," Drake replied. "Open a channel and inform the starbase of our arrival."
"Aye, sir" came the Bolian's reply.
Next, Drake spoke to the helm. "Lieutenant Zai, take us into the starbase, please; half impulse."
((OOC: assuming an affirmative))
Figuring off the top of his head, the Captain knew that would put them a little over five minutes out. Only a couple of minutes into the flight, Commander Chell looked up from his station. "Captain," he spoke, "The Coronado is hailing us."
Smiling a bit, Silas nodded. "I take it Sarah was waiting for us, then? Put it onscreen."
Drake stood as the viewscreen shifted to the interior of the other starship's bridge. However, his smile quickly faded. Rather than meeting the twinkling eyes and raven-haired visage of Captain Morland, his gaze instead settled on a man's taut, tight-lipped face. The brows beneath the receding hairline of wispy gray arched slightly. "Commander Drake," came a measured, condescending, nasal voice with more than a bit of a British accent. "I see that Starfleet finally found a boat they could spare to your command."
Silas realized that his hands were balled into fists at his sides, and his teeth were clenched. Forcing himself to relax, he responded. I will not take the bait. "Captain Jacobs," he replied formally. "How good to see you again."
Jacobs chuckled mirthlessly. "I rather doubt that, now, Mister Drake. So you are to be our escort, then? I had almost thought that Admiral Harding was winding me up a bit when she told me that I was to trust the security of my mission to your efforts." He sighed slightly. "Fortunately for everyone involved, there is little you are expected to do; I would expect that you are up to the task of staying close by and not interfering with the negotiations, yes?"
A dead silence hung in the air for several moments as Silas realized that he was expected to acknowledge his ability to do nothing. Swallowing, he nodded. "Aye sir. I believe that I can do that."
The Captain of the Coronado smiled, though the expression was every bit as lacking in warmth as his chuckle had been. "Very well, then. The ambassadors are due to board at 0800 tomorrow morning; we will then depart for the Gamera system. You will meet with us on Starbase 118 to welcome them, as they have requested to meet all commanding officers... such as they are. Jacobs out."
And with that, the communication was cut, returning the viewscreen to the panorama of stars.
Silas felt his cheeks burn, though he simply retook his seat and cleared his throat. "Take us in carefully, Tochi. By the book, if you please."
Posted on 2016-03-16 at 00:40:29.
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Topic: Buried Evil Q&A
Subject: horses
Before somebody asks - no horses yet. Expect to walk a lot.
Posted on 2016-03-16 at 00:00:39.
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Topic: Buried Evil Q&A
Subject: fuhgettaboudit
Don't worry about pricing right now. Assume that your character has a full set of reasonable armor (chain + shield or lower), a primary weapon, a backup weapon, a good supply of necessary ammo (if appropriate), a couple weeks' worth of rations, a good backpack, and the assorted typical adventuring gear you would reasonably own.
You're not new to the adventuring game, so if you want that silk rope, go for it. Don't feel like you have to skimp on the arrows, etc.
That said, Audalis is a low magic world - don't expect to own any enchanted items yet.
Posted on 2016-03-15 at 23:57:54.
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Topic: Buried Evil Q&A
Subject: Buried Evil Q&A
This is the official Q&A thread for the D&D game, "The Evil Best Left Buried".
Out of character discussions (i.e. strategy, splitting of treasure, whatever) go here - NOT in the main game thread. Questions to the DM or to other players go here.
Posted on 2016-03-15 at 23:30:12.
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Topic: The Evil Best Left Buried
Subject: The Evil Best Left Buried
The Dark One shifted ever so slightly on his throne of skulls. Something unexpected had caught his gaze, causing him to stare deeply into the scrying mists.
His attention piqued, he considered this unexpected development. Slowly, his normally baleful expression morphed into a terrifying rictus of a smile.
This situation was promising. More then promising, in fact... it opened all sorts of delicious possibilities.
One of the Eyeless Ones gestured, wondering if it should inform Her of this new discovery. For the slightest of moments, the Dark One pondered, but shook his head, causing the Eyeless One to melt into the shadows.
No, there was no point in informing Her yet. Furthermore, if things worked out to their full potential... well, the possibilities were very interesting, indeed...
Posted on 2016-03-15 at 23:28:20.
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