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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: Gaaaah
This week is terribly busy for me. I'm hard pushed to get a post in before the end of it. Please do not hold back the posts because of me. I can always backpost later, right?
Posted on 2011-12-08 at 08:25:50.
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Topic: Where have all the Star Wars games gooooooone?
Subject: Yeeessh
Tides of Fate got off to a good start, it did. Gladly played that one longer I would have.
Posted on 2011-12-05 at 20:17:26.
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Topic: Where have all the Star Wars games gooooooone?
Subject: yup
Like Ginafae said, the Star Wars galaxy is such a huge place and has such a long history that one doesn't really have to worry about George Lucas's stupid ideas. It's always possible to concentrate on the good ones or come up with something totally different.
I was so close to buying the Blu-ray versions of the episodes, but fortunately? I read a few reviews before I did. Why on earth does Vader have to keep on shouting that crappy "Noooooooo" of his again? The first time nearly ruined Episode 3 for me... or might have if I'd liked it in the first place.
SWTOR <3 Can't wait to get my hands on it. I'm just very worried my old PC isn't up to the task. I haven't checked the requirements yet, but I really really hope it doesn't ask for more than WoW does.
And Celeste, should you really wish to run a star wars game, you shouldn't worry about canon. Like said before in swrpg you can always decide what's canon and what's not. In my opinion the official and not-so official stuff can act as a very good source of information and background, but it's not necessary to stick to it 100%.
Posted on 2011-12-05 at 10:36:36.
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Topic: Where have all the Star Wars games gooooooone?
Subject: Where have all the Star Wars games gooooooone?
Let me start by saying: No. I will be starting a Star Wars game myself. No. This is just a request.... Well not even that actually. Just a foolish little post wondering what happened to all of the Star Wars games we used to have running.
I was scrolling and reading through the games and ended at the SW section when it hit me... An urge to play in the SW universe I didn't see coming. I've certainly had good moments playing in at least two such games before and am actually part of a table top version of one at the moment.
So should someone be considering running a SW game, I would be very interested in joining. It would be great fun to explore the galaxy here at the Inn again. 
Posted on 2011-12-04 at 08:32:19.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: Yup
Press on definitely. And Danamar will naturally take the lead as suggested. Actually he'll be quite happy about it.
Posted on 2011-12-03 at 21:58:57.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: hyup
No worries. We're not going anywhere.
Posted on 2011-12-02 at 08:27:05.
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Topic: Olan MIA (again)
Subject: no worries
Sorry to hear about the job, Olan. But do keep your head up. You're extremely skilled and a wonderful person. I'm sure you'll find a better job in no time.
And no worries. We'll be here when you come back.
Posted on 2011-12-02 at 08:26:37.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: Strange
Hmm.. You should have the sheet already. Sent it to your yahoo-mail 3 days ago.
Thanks Hammer. I'm really enjoying the game too. Nice posts guys!
Posted on 2011-11-25 at 21:42:22.
Edited on 2011-11-25 at 21:43:23 by Raven
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Topic: The Leather Coats Avengers
Subject: Let's give them hell!
Be it sixth sense, premonition or just a hunch. Something in the wide open scenery made Danamar nervous. At first he blamed the change of the landscape for his uneasiness, but when the hills north of the road rolled into view, the ranger started feeling even more anxious. His people were very joyful in nature, but they also tended (or used to be) to be very pessimistic about the future - near or far. They had a saying, which could roughly be translated into common as: "A pessimist is never disappointed". But the wood elven population of Sinaeth (and perhaps other settlements as well) saw it the other way around… When one expects the worst to happen, even a slight success or positive result seems even better and more rewarding.
Yet there was nothing to break the peace of the ride through the empty countryside and the hills were too far away for anyone to launch a complete surprise attack. Yet the elf kept his green eyes on the knolls just to be sure. In a short while they'd be past the spot when someone hiding at hillside could try to ambush them. But it wouldn't be long before the next group of hills would come into view, so Danamar forced himself to remain alert. He sure was glad that Lars was of the quiet sort…
But despite being on guard, the elf was still taken by surprise. It wasn't any threat he could see, but the yell of Rextugenous instead: ""Beware My Friends! We Are Under Attack By Kobalds!"
"I Know Not Why This Particular Tribe Be So Far South ... But They Be Worshipers Of Benon Septep ... The Kobold Goddess Of Assassins And The Night ... All Their Weapons Be Laced With Poison ... Make Haste My Friends!"
Even though he couldn't yet see any kobolds attacking the wagons, Danamar unconsciously drew an arrow from his quiver and readied his bow. The black-haired head turned left and right and his eyes scanned the landscape finding no evidence of an attacker. He was just about to call out to Rex asking about the alert when the small scaly and hairy creatures started appearing from thin air as it first seemed. Quickly Danamar noticed the hidden holes the little monsters had dug into the ground beside the road on the right side and ahead. About the loose the arrow, the ranger thought against it as the number of the ambushers dawned on him. One shaft would make little difference against an army of dozens, hundreds even.
The assessment of the situation caused the elf to lose the initiative, but fortunately it was Rex himself who beat everyone else to it. How the bard had noticed the attackers, Danamar had no clue. But he was glad he had. A bolt of lighting rocketed from the rear wagon as Rextugenous set into action. Having decided on his own course of action, the elf barely noticed the knight - Sir Calmindon - spur his mighty warhorse into a full speed charge. Danamar would have to summon the power of Oercus in order to have any chance to slow down the kobold attack.
OOC: Casting Entangle on the kobolds in front of the first wagon if possible. If not then at the ones on the northern side of the road. I just realized that Plant Growth takes three rounds to cast and the landscape probably doesn't have enough bushes and trees for it to work? If it's possible to use Plant Growth before the kobolds kill us, Danamar will for that one instead.
Posted on 2011-11-25 at 12:22:42.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: On spells
Ah, so I can't swap the Plant Growth for a second Neutralize poison spell?
Posted on 2011-11-23 at 07:27:48.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: Yeah!
Sheet on the way! (finally)
Hammer, what's the size of the area containing all of the kobolds? Would it be possible to cover them all or at least a part of them within a Plant Growth spell? Using that would be extremely dangerous for us though as it would mean throwing away one Neutralize Poison spell. So I'm thinking about Entangle instead...
Would the 50' circle of Entangle be enough to cover at least most of the kobolds to the west?
Posted on 2011-11-22 at 10:44:53.
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Topic: RPG MythBreakers #7 - Et Two Weapons
Subject: Laughing my butt off in here
Simply fabulous work again guys! Somehow I'd managed to miss it until now, but Two Weapons was an excellent way to start a boring Monday morning. I'm now feeling much better than ten minutes ago.
Thanks again, dear friends!
Posted on 2011-11-21 at 05:27:16.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: Ouch
Bummer! I've totally forgotten the sheet.
I'll need to drop it to you asap. But it's now 10 mins to midnight in here, so it would have to wait till tomorrow. Would that be ok?
Posted on 2011-11-20 at 21:49:54.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: finally
Posted I have. Took me some time, but finally got around to it.
Posted on 2011-11-20 at 21:17:33.
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Topic: Hey
Subject: Wohoo!
Hey Ginafae! Missed you I have. Good to have you back!
Posted on 2011-11-20 at 21:16:09.
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Topic: The Leather Coats Avengers
Subject: I hate goblins!
Goblins… How he hated goblins. It had been orcs that had burned down his home village and cut down his family and friends alike, but for Danamar there was little difference between greenskins of different sizes. They were all bloodthirsty monsters whose only goal in life was to wreak havoc and destruction. And as far as he was concerned, the world would have been a better place without them. Danamar had made it a mission of his to avenge the deaths of his family members on the goblinoid races. And it seemed now that there might be a good chance to cut down a few of the beasts on this trip in the name of his kin.
Guarding the wagons had seemed like a very easy job that paid very well. There had been no sign of trouble before the corpses of goblins started to litter the roadside. But the ranger noticed their employer wasn't worried, so he tried not to worry too much about it himself. But try as he may, Danamar couldn't help watching the woods more keenly for any signs of would be attackers. But the carefree attitude changed very quickly when his elven eyes caught sight of the flock of carrion crows in the distance…
A few hundred yards down the road the stench hit them and after a couple more, the sight. Danamar quickly counted all twelve riders amongst the dead. They had fought valiantly even if they had been taken by surprise as was apparent from the way they were spread out. Two, perhaps three times the riders' number in goblins lay dead all around the camp site. Danamar lowered his chin to his chest as a wave of sadness washed over him. The druid sent a quick prayer to Oercus and jumped down from the driver's seat well before the wagon came to a halt.
While the others saw to the dead, the elf took a walk around the camp site looking at the tracks on the ground. He tried to come up with a number for the attacking force to see how many had survived. The actions of Frederico and Lars did not go unnoticed even though Danamar was concentrating on the scene of the battle. The thought of burning the corpses was strange to the druid, but he wasn't sure what the tradition was where their employers were from. Lars's words about the undead took him by surprise though. It was the first indication of the unholy creatures in the area he had ever heard… And it worried him. It worried him very much.
If his calculations were any where close to the truth, there had been something like six dozen of the attacking goblins with half of their number now dead and burning. Adding that to the number they'd seen along the road, Danamar came fairly close to a hundred of the ugly and nasty creatures. The riders had done well. They'd managed to cut the greenskin force down to half before they'd been massacred by the bloodthirsty monsters. He could only hope the rest of them were happy with the spoils of the raid and would not decide to come after them as well. He had full trust in the abilities of their little group, but 50 goblins might just prove to be too much.
When the dark deed was done, Frederico ordered the wagons on the move again. The darkness was falling rapidly and they couldn't travel much further. After some five miles or so the small caravan was forced to stop for the night. It was clear to Danamar, that the routine at the campsite was something the drivers and the four exotic women traveling with them were used to. It was also clear that Frederico had given the guard duty orders and kept the same speech about drinking while on duty more than a few times. Danamar and his three new companions were just another group of adventurers hired to do their part. And that was just fine with the elf. He didn't really intend to become friends with the brothers and the halflings anyway.
Posted on 2011-11-20 at 21:14:38.
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Topic: Roleplaying is Scholarly!
Subject: But it was so long ago...
Also being a native English speaker might help. Can't be sure since I'm not, so I'm just guessing here. 
Posted on 2011-11-11 at 20:27:15.
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Topic: Making my way back
Subject: Yay!
Eol! Good to have you back old friend. Hearing from you has turned my day into a better one!
I guess I'm experiencing a bit of what you've gone through, though the reasons might be different. I just seem to have lost passion for most things right now, but fortunately the Innmates are here to keep us going. If it weren't for this second home of ours, who knows how many we might have lost down the road leading to darkness.
Bah. Never mind my whining here. What's best is having you back on site.
Posted on 2011-11-09 at 12:11:56.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: gaaah2
Posted I have. I dropped in a quick post which I didn't even have time to double check properly. So it's not good, but hopefully lets you move the game forward. Been down with a cold with our 4 year old and it's not over yet. Hopefully I get better by the next round of posts.
Posted on 2011-11-09 at 12:06:39.
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Topic: The Leather Coats Avengers
Subject: Gaah
It felt good to be out of the town again and this time for a longer spell. Danamar would have preferred riding on horseback over the rider's seat of a wagon, but after a few miles he didn't care anymore. The smell of fresh air and nature took him over and the elf couldn't help the smile that crept on his lips. There was a larger group of them than he had thought there would be, so whatever was hidden under the wagon covers had to be worth quite a lot for the Fortunato brothers as he later learned. Lars didn't appear to be a talkative sort of man, which suited Danamar perfectly. He wasn't one to start babbling away with strangers either. The silence gave him more time to observe the surroundings and enjoy the small wonders of nature others probably missed.
Seeing the original wagons turn towards Domdel earlier on had made Danamar raise an eyebrow and cast a quick look at Rex. But as the bard was apparently happy with the situation, the druid let himself relax too. He figured the reason would become clear sooner or later. And he didn't have to wait long to prove his thoughts right as Rextugenous revealed their true goal. "The three of you were hired to guard 3 Wagons journeying to the town of Lasch. They are waiting for us about 5 miles outside of Sherrill ... camped with a dozen riders who are well equipped to fight on horseback ... so now just settle back and relax ... enjoy the journey!"
"So Now ... Let's Get Acquainted with One Another ... Shall We?"
Danamar held his tongue hoping for the dwarf to take the initiative. And he did. Toraad didn't reveal much of himself, but seemed like a man of sense and skill. He obviously wasn't a stranger to combat either and bore some scars to prove it. The elf nodded to the cleric in approval before speaking up himself in a voice that was both soft and hard at the same time: "There is not much I can tell of you of myself or my past. I'm sure when compared to your lives there has been little in the way of adventure or excitement so far in mine."
Danamar cast a look outside at noticed the tree line of a small forest in the distance. Thinking about his family and especially his younger sister killed the elf's mood for a moment. He let out an inaudible sigh and turned to face his new companions. "Let it be sufficient to say that I am currently without a home or… the home I once knew is no longer. This opportunity offered by Rextugenous was well timed. Sherrill is nice little town, but it can never become a place of permanent residence for me. My home will always in the wilderness with the trees as my ceiling and ground as my floor. Therefore it is now time for me to roam the lands and learn more of the world."
Posted on 2011-11-09 at 12:00:15.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: Bummer
Sorry guys. Seems like I don't have time to post today. Been a very, very busy weekend. Will drop a post as soon as possible.
Posted on 2011-11-06 at 17:03:41.
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Topic: WE HAVE SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!
Subject: If only
No snow in Finland yet, not even up here in Oulu and were at: 65° 1′ 0″ N, 25° 28′ 0″ E.
I'm fairly sure Santa's starting to get a bit anxious about the snow situation on X-mas. :/
Posted on 2011-11-05 at 05:55:07.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: yesh
I've finally posted. I've been really busy this week although I'm on leave, so it's not my best, but all I could come up with for now. Character sheet hopefully on the way soon toon.
Posted on 2011-10-28 at 20:09:13.
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Topic: The Leather Coats Avengers
Subject: Finally posted.
"Farr! Did you see something moving at the tree line?", Matthus the merchant pointed at the edge of Gnob wood some 30 yards away. "I'm sure there was something there…" The merchant's driver and guard Farr Three-fingers cast a quick look at the trees and shrugged. "Yer seein' t'ins again, Matt. It's prolly just a rabbit." The mid-aged ex-soldier snapped the reins and clicked his tongue to urge the two geldings forward. He shook his head in disgust and only could think about a big pint of ale and the warm lap or Marna. He'd been waiting for both for long enough. These trips with Matthus were starting to eat him up. The old geezer was seeing ghosts and goblins around every corner in his paranoia. "Let's get 'is cargo unloaded so ye can pay me share".
A slight smile crept on a pale handsome face and a pair of bright green eyes followed the cart enter the town of Sherrill without anyone giving it a second glance. He hadn't even tried to hide himself, but even still the humans hadn't been able to tell Danamar apart from the green and brown of the forest. Mother had been right when she'd told tales about the mortal race. Their eyesight was bad in bright daylight and terrible in the dusk. The druid adjusted his grey cloak a bit, took another look at the human settlement and sighed. It was the path he had chosen for himself and he couldn't turn back now. Of all the things he had faced in the past, this one terrified him most - terrified and intrigued.
It was not the people in the town the elven druid was feeling uncertain about, it was the settlement itself and how he would be able to "survive" in it. Danamar had been wondering during the whole trip to Sherrill how he would be able to live in a dirty, noisy and crowded place. But having made up his mind, he would give it a try. After all, he had nothing to lose. He could always disappear deep into the forests of Gnob Wood and live the rest of his life in solitude. Now the elf needed something to get the fate of of his home village out of his mind. And he could not think of anything suiting the purpose better than a human town. Of course by now Danamar had already ound out that the waterfront town wasn't in fact much bigger than his home village, if at all. But it was certainly…. different.
Danamar waited for another wagon to pass before he disengaged himself from the cover of the forest and set into pace with it. With his head buried deep into the hood of the cloak, the elf appeared like a common hunter or perhaps a guard. He kept close to the wagon in order to appear to be a part of the group. He knew there were some elves in the town or at least had been at some point in time and more than a few of his kin had without a doubt passed through Sherrill. But Danamar wished to avoid attracting attention as much as possible especially when entering the town for the first time. According to his father, Danathaniel, humans lacked good manners. They pointed fingers, said aloud nasty remarks even called unknown people with depreciatory names. But he had also said that the bad behavior was probably due to their peculiar fear of the unknown, their constant worry about everything around them - about things that were, things that been and even things that might come. The thought made Danamar chuckle quietly as he followed the wagon into Sherrill uninterrupted.
It was easy to find accommodation in the town for a fair price, but what was very difficult was finding someone who would turn his mother's emerald's into gold and silver. Danamar noted right away he didn't really have much of a clue about the costs of anything in Sherrill. Back at home, all those decades ago, his people didn't have much use for money. Everyone produced something for the community, be it commodities or services. The elf was fairly certain the innkeeper ripped him off quite a bit, when he paid for his stay at the establishment for a month week with a couple of the gems. He could see the fat, smelly human's were eyes gleaming with excitement even if his sweaty face didn't reveal his thoughts.
Nevertheless Danamar had a some coins now along with a room. Looking at his clothes, he noted he could do with a new tunic and pants. Even the bag he carried on his shoulder was more than a little worn and dirty. But before doing any purchases, the green eyed ranger wanted to learn more of his new surroundings. It was important to know good observation and hiding places wherever one was. You never knew when they would be needed. Sherrill was not a wood elf's dream home. That much had been certain from the moment Danamar had set his foot inside the town. The streets were dirty and muddy after the rain and he didn't see any paving anywhere or gutters for that matter. There was trash here and there, if not so much on the main streets, then at least a few of the side allies seemed to be used as a dumping place for leftovers and broken stuff. And there was a constant smell of sweat, burning wood, mold with a random addison of urine or horse dung. It made Danamar wince in disgust, but he forced himself to ignore it all. This was his new home now at least for the next month.
The people he met on the streets, in the shops and taverns were mostly common people of the town. They apparently didn't bathe too often, let alone wash or change their clothes. People smelled bad, women and men alike. But it didn't seem to bother them, or at least most of them. There were a few individuals Danamar saw who stood out of the common people like an elf would in a group of dwarves. He observed a few such men from a corner table at a place called Twisted Blade. Two fairly wealthy merchants shared a long table with their guards and discussed something in hushed voices. Danamar could see the detestation on their faces whenever a commoner passed their table a bit too close. Obviously these men considered themselves better than the next man. It was another new thing for the elf. Of course he knew there were similar people amongst his own race as well, but not in Sinaeth. The rich and noble elves had their own palaces elsewhere. In the village everyone had been each other's equal and now they were all equally dead. Danamar could recognize the look on the merchants' faces. For sure it was the same expression that had lived on his own face as well for the short while he'd been in Sherrill.
To Danamar's surprise, the next 30 days passed fairly quickly. He grew somewhat used to his life in the town and as well as its inhabitants. The elf now knew many by face and some by name and he certainly had a good picture of Sherrill's layout too. But he also noticed his few emeralds weren't going to keep him in food and drink or under a shelter forever. He would need to find another source for money soon, which wasn't actually a bad thing. He'd already started to get a little bored with his new surroundings and with nothing to do. Of course as a member of a nearly immortal race, he could sit at his window a whole day without doing anything else than watching his new home town live. Time had little meaning as such, but a full month without any real excitement was not… well.. exciting. Naturally Danamar had taken long walks outside the city and beyond the farmlands surrounding it as well. He was fairly sure he could not have survived without a few hours in the wilderness every now and then.
Then one Sunday, Danamar was having his customary dinner at the Twisted Blade. The resident bard, Rextugenous was up on the stage again. This time, he'd been told, it would be the last time. The druid liked the bard in a way. He seemed like a carefree spirit, who despite his cool facade probably had a warm heart inside. The two of them had shared a few drinks late at night at the inn's tavern. Neither was giving too much information about his past, but the conversations had been interesting and nice nevertheless. Danamar had seen the man's show more than few times now and although it was never fully the same, he didn't bother trying to get a good viewing position that night. It would've been impossible to eat with three or four townsmen standing on his table anyway, so the elf had requested the innkeeper's permission to let him eat behind the counter. The man had been happy to let him since the elf was one of the few more or less permanent customers he had.
Enjoying the honey roasted vegetables and washing it down with a pitcher of a decent red wine, Danamar listened to Rex's show with half an ear. His mind was mostly preoccupied by his own future. What would he do now? Where would he go? Should he stay in Sherrill or not? How to earn some money? Then, after a mighty applause, something Rextugenous said caught his attention.
"Now is the time for me to vacate The Twisted Blade ... I thank one and all for your patronage ... especially for making me feel welcome in your fair city since I first arrived ... but my 'Family' and I are needed elsewhere ... hired by a merchant this very afternoon!
Roving bandits are an increasing threat ... all along the 50 mile plus trade route ... between Sherrill ... and the city of Lasch ... near the northeast edge of the Forest of Frie.
Rumors of sinister activity ... a taint of evil ... spreading from somewhere ... beyond the city of Lasch ... threaten the safety of peace loving people ... everywhere!
A trade caravan of 3 wagons ... is scheduled to leave in the morning ... at 9am ... so if anyone wants to join me ... to help guard the wagons ... payment is 25 Gold Coins ... plus an additional bonus reward for safe delivery ... meet me at the stables at 8:30am tomorrow morning ... if you have a stout heart for adventure ... and a need for hard earned coin ... we will travel to Lasch to investigate these rumors ... then after the wagons are secure ... and our bonus is paid ... we will Avenge the Leather Coats!"
And there it was. Danamar's imminent future plans had been laid out for him. He didn't even have to think twice, for the bard's proposal suited him better than well. Therefore on the following morning the elf used what little money he had left to purchase provisions for the trip. His old set of clothes were long gone with the exception of the grey cloak woven by and given to him by his sister Kayaen the last time they met. Of course it was somewhat worn already, but still in very good shape as Danamar had treasured the cloak and mostly used another one instead.
The druid made sure he arrived at the stables well in advance at around 8am or so. Before going in to assign for the duty, he stood in the shadows of the morning sun and observed the caravan. It never hurt to know a little bit more about what one was getting in to, his father had always told him. When he saw Rextugenous arrive, Danamar stepped away from the shadows and approached the bard openly. He was wearing a pair of grey soft leather pants, a deep green tunic gold embroidered sleeves and neckline. For the first time in a very long time, he'd also donned his stutted leather armor including the leather bracers and leggings. His soft elven boots had seen better days and Danamar had been forced to buy new ones from the local cobbler. To his surprise, the boots were very good to wear and not bad looking either.
"May the soft rays of the sun warm your morning, friend Rextugenous.", said the elf taking the bard by surprise. He couldn't tell if the surprise was simply due to the other man concentrating on other things or perhaps because he had not expected to see Danamar there. "I believe you mentioned something about a little adventure yesterday? It is time to end my prolonged stay in Sherrill and therefore, if you don't mind, I would offer my company and services to you and your employer."
Posted on 2011-10-28 at 20:07:27.
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Topic: Eye of the Beholder
Subject: They're nasty!
Never, would be my answer.
Posted on 2011-10-24 at 21:06:15.
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