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Topic: Dragon Lance Movie
Subject: hmm
Even if the Dragonlance movie has nothing to with the previous attempts of making dnd-movies, I'm still going to skip it because of them. DnD the Movie and Wrath of the Dragon God (was it?) sucked big time. The first one even more than the second in my opinion.
Am I being fair here? No, not really. But since I have too little time to see movies these days anyway, I won't be wasting the few precious chances I have on films like Dragonlance... However good it may be.
Not that it will ever come to any of the theaters in our tiny city anyway.
Posted on 2008-02-05 at 08:12:43.
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Topic: Ads in the forums
Subject: Ads, bats, whatever
Google ads don't bother me. They don't jump at me, actually I had already forgotten about them and only noticed them again when reading this thread. And the way Olan's placed them, they still take only a fraction of the space on my screen.
And of course, should someone get an itch from them, there's always ad killer programs available to remove them from your IE, Firefox or Safari. Whatever might your poison be.
Posted on 2008-02-05 at 08:04:41.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: What now?
As the cab rolled to the entrance of the hospital, Guardian was already opening the door before the car came to a halt. He stood out quickly but carefully all the while taking in the surroundings and especially the people. It was his second nature, tucked somewhere in the back of his mind. It was hard to relax anywhere else but at home, even when danger was not to be expected. Though in his line of business, he had to expect it everywhere.
The people, cars, windows, any objects blocking direct view were taken in by the big bodyguard's augmented eyes. There was no sense in trying to look for recording equipment. In the Medical Center, CCTV was bound to be everywhere and unavoidable, and Crisis Medical was no exception. Satisfied, Guardian moved two steps to the side and turned his back towards the hospital's entrance, all the time alert and ready. He didn't react to the other passengers in any way, but when DigitalScribe stepped out, Frank took a last look at the cab and fell in line behind his employer.
It wasn't the first time Guardian was at the very same doorway with a client and probably not the last either. Luckily this time it wasn't the one he was trying to keep safe who was injured. The smell of the place hit his nose as they stepped in through the doorway and made him flinch, despite the rock-solid appearance he was keeping up. Once upon a time as a kid he had wondered whether the odor of the antiseptic substances was so bad simply to keep people out of hospitals - to make sure people kept themselves safe and only came to hospitals when in dire need of help. The thought made him chuckle silently.
Frank stayed in the background like a shadow (though a fairly big one) through the process of treating Preacher's and Spiff's wounds. There wasn't much he could do except wait. But having been in the business for so many years, he'd grown used to waiting and didn't really notice it anymore. Though alert all the while, he had plenty of time to think about his life or the life of others. But he also made use of the idle moments to study people and their behavior. For it had dawned to the big, bald man years ago, that the secret of the legendary bodyguards was their skill to read people, not the speed they could draw and shoot.
Preacher behaved like an ace would under such situation. He reported the wounds and accepted the "orders" the nurse and the doctor gave. Scribe and Spiff on the other hand had a different approach. It was almost like the two smooth operators were competing over the lovely nurse's attention. But if it was a benevolent battle of skills, it was Spiff who came out as the victor. His lines were way too boosted with honey, but they still seemed to hit the mark. Nurse Rhianna was probably used to seeing more direct attempts of making passes or grumpy people snapping at her, than to someone actually being nice to her.
Soon enough the operation was over and they were all outside again.
Posted on 2008-01-24 at 10:43:02.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Mapsies
One of them infamous Alacrity maps, eh? *shudder* 
Posted on 2008-01-11 at 21:02:27.
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Topic: World's Largest Dungeon
Subject: Ha! Another group of fools!
We've played the WLD for some time now (though the game's been on break for the better part of 2 months) and our characters are on levels 5-6. More than a few casualties so far. The dungeon(s) is insane. And I mean really crazy. Good ole brainless fun though. 
Posted on 2008-01-11 at 20:59:48.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: A bit of back posting
We're dead. For a moment there it really seemed they would. Croaker and Peacekeeper came very close to falling off the thin line they were walking on. Fortunately the cowboy wasn't quite as foolish as his angered words made him. Guardian could almost see Piper and the walking guns surrounding the place blowing Scribe and himself into pieces. Sure they'd start from Croaker and his chica, but prolly wouldn't stop until they all were dead.
But it didn't go that far. The argument was thrown from one side to the other, each calling the other stupid. Sure there were plans to continue, some better than others, but still the group was arguing over petty things instead of carrying out those plans. Sadly the big black man shook his bald head and cast a worried look at his employer. Even if Spiff and Croaker and Big Jacko got their act together and would work together, would it stay that way or would they end up flatlining each other? He felt like saying this wasn't the crap he signed for, but being honest to himself, he had to admit it was. This was exactly what kept him in the money... well... sorts. Not that Guardian really cared that much for the money he was making. It was only enough to keep him alive, not turning him insanely rich. So it didn't really matter that much.
The rest of the ranting Guardian didn't listen to too closely. The guys were venting their frustration, but they probably had understood it couldn't go any further or they'd all be dead. Croaker's thanks did take him by surprise though. More because it felt like a scene from a vid or a dream in the middle of the heated situation, than the actual fact that he was being thanked. In his line of work, people tended to be happy about him carrying out the job well - for keeping them alive. So when the ace offered his hand, Frank took it, shook it and then shrugged. "You owe me nothing, bubba. Didn't do it for you."
What caught the bodyguard's attention though was Jack's move after Spiff had finished his little tirade. It took all of his will to stay his own hand and not grab the butt of his Armalite. Fortunately Jack's hand was empty and only playing a gun instead of holding one. Guardian wasn't sure though whether he'd been too sorry had it been real. He wasn't altogether happy when the media decided to take Spiff's offer, for it didn't exactly make his work easier. Still, protecting people usually wasn't easy. That was exactly why they hired him to take the bullet, wasn't it?
Posted on 2008-01-06 at 10:41:54.
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Topic: William Pictures
Subject: <3
Good to see some new pics of the little lad! Lovely indeed! Thanks for sharing them with us, Al.
Posted on 2007-12-31 at 23:38:33.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: Yeppah
Things were moving too fast for Damanil to fully comprehend... And the pain in his side clouding his mind didn't help much either. First there was an ambush. Well armed professionals had tried to make him and his companions one with the stars. Why? Who had they been after? Me? With the amazing powers of the jedi they'd been able to survive until the TDF task force had arrived on the scene and "saved" them.
Now the bounty hunter was lying on his back on a stretcher inside a personnel carrier being after having been tended by a TDF medic. So at least the soldier boys aren't trying to delete me. Another rush of pain before the meds bit in. The agony was replaced by a wave of euforia and at first the redhead Coruscantan thought it was the healing agent that was making him see things when the carrier lurched into a halt. For to him it seemed as if one of the Meds, the female one, stabbed the other in the neck making the man crumble on the floor. Why?
After a blink of eyes, and another, and a wipe of his face later, the man was still on the floor in what looked like a very uncomfortable position and the woman was speaking things that at first didn't make too much sense: Panic in her eyes, the young woman faces the group. "Move quickly," she hisses. "The driver is in on it - they will be here any moment!" She fixes her gaze on Dime, and speaks an odd phrase. "The stars of the core shine even here."
But made sense to Damanil was the all too familiar sound of blasters, which reached his ears as the Medtech opened the rear hatch. "You are being set up, but I will not stomach the TDF murdering a member of the jedi order. Know that there are still supporters of the Republic on this system. Go now - they intended to use the confusion of this attack to ensure your deaths. Instead use it to cover your escape!"
With a solemn nod (or what he meant to be a solemn nod), Damanil quickly grapped his gear and leaped out. Or again, meant to leap, but his legs were still a bit wobbly due to the after effects of the med he'd been given and the weakness caused by the assassin's shot. He didn't need to be told twice. If there was a chance to get out of this mess, no matter how slight, he'd take it without another thought. Besides - right now - thinking hurt.
Posted on 2007-12-12 at 10:33:23.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Raven here
Well I'm here. Sort of. But you've done wisely to separate Guardian and DS from the others, Brom old friend. That way I shouldn't be slowing anybody else's posting down and can be npc'd more easily. 
Sorry again for any and all inconvenience I may have caused.
Posted on 2007-11-28 at 07:29:05.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: hmm
Seems I need to edit my post too. Then again, I think I'll wait for Brom's fixed past/future before doing so.
Posted on 2007-11-09 at 19:32:43.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: Ouch! That's gotta hurt!
Shadoran had a bad feeling about the fight. He knew it was against every rule in every bounty hunter rulebook, but he had stayed behind to help another. He was helping a jedi, who to the best of knowledge, had nothing to do with his current assignment. I'm getting old., Damanil thought as he took aim at one of the attackers. And the TDF was on its way too. All of a sudden the sweet taste of freedom and being alive was gone and replaced by acrid smell of death.
Squeezing the trigger, the redhead bounty hunter knew his shot would be bad news for the ambusher. He allowed himself a quick grin before he swung his rifle towards the sniper... Or tried to... There was another loud explosion... too loud, too near. Despite all his of experience and training, Damanil couldn't help the glance at Caise. The nearly fatal glance.
Apparently the one with the bantha of a gun considered him to be a bigger threat than the jedi - or an easier target. But as his green eyes witnessed the slow motion animation of the jedi's fate, the bantha kicked him in the side. Maybe that look saved his life. Maybe all of his luck hadn't run out after all, but the sniper's shot managed to miss at least the most important organs in Damanil's body... He hoped.
Through the haze of pain... Damanil had been hurt before, but never shot this bad. And he'd always wondered about the "haze of pain", but apparently such a thing was for real... The TDF hunter, bounty soldier, him - whatever he was, heard the arrival of his "fellow" troops. Yay... "Hnghh!" The pain was making his eyes water, but with sheer determination he pushed himself up. Gotta think of something...
The plan was to claim the jedi had been attacked and he'd happened to arrive at the scene on his free day just in time to help the poor blind man against the attackers. That's all he could come up in the few seconds he had. But the plan - great as it seemed to Damanil - was washed away by a stranger. "The name's 13, and I had no part in any of this. If you don’t believe me, you can check the power pack in my carbine, and you’ll see that the weapon hasn’t been fired."
Damanil gazed at the man? The armor and the carbine, the self-confident demeanor. There was no mistaking about him. Another bounty hunter. Despite the pain and the sudden need of closing his eyes, Damanil could easily recognize one of his own kind at such a short distance.
The the two heavily armored TDF goons were upon him. Blasters pointed at his head and barking orders to drop his weapon. "The hell I will. I'm one of you, you maggot faced bastards. Go pester someone else and get me a medic." The show Damanil put on might have proved to be useful or not. He would never find out. Before the "fellow" soldiers had a chance to respond, the redheaded bounty hunter's sharp eyes flipped to white and he dropped on the ground, unconscious.
The blackout didn't last long, but long enough for Damanil to find himself dragged/carried by the two TDF inside the troop carrier. Then the darkness overtook him once more.
No time to double check for errors, so bear with me.
Posted on 2007-10-30 at 16:03:22.
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Topic: Where are you from?
Subject: Yay!
Alabama: t_catt11 (Birmingham)
Alaska
Arizona
Arkansas
California Dragon Mistress, Brianna (mile from Disneyland)
Colorado
Connecticut
Delaware
District of Columbia
Florida - Admiral (Tampa)
Georgia
Hawaii
Idaho
Illinois
Indiana
Iowa
Kansas
Kentucky
Louisiana
Maine
Maryland
Massachusetts
Michigan: Drakar(St. Joesph)
Minnesota
Mississippi
Missouri
Montana
Nebraska
Nevada Reno; Greygrey
New Hampshire
New Jersey
New Mexico
New York
North Carolina
North Dakota
Ohio: Eol Fefalas (New Carlisle)
Oklahoma
Oregon
Pennsylvania
Rhode Island
South Carolina
South Dakota
Tennessee
Texas: Tann'Talas (San Antonio, Home of the Alamo)
Utah
Vermont
Virginia
Washington
West Virginia
Wisconsin
Wyoming
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Canada
Ontario - Alacrity & Vanadia (Toronto)
Manitoba - Vilyamar (Winnipeg)
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Overseas
United Kingdom - Ginafae (Edinburgh)
Iceland - Skari-dono
The Netherlands - Fantasy & Almerin (Fanmerin)
Sweden - Scarab (Jönköping)
Finland - Raven (Oulu)
Posted on 2007-10-27 at 19:09:05.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Yaharrr!
Whatever was going on in the ruined fort, Kilgim had no clue about. Immensely powerful magic was thrown about in a terrifying battle beyond the comprehension of the not-quite-so-simple dwarven cleric. He had naturally witnessed the power of great sorcerers before in combat and outside it. But never had he witnessed such an exchange of power in which whole walls where tossed back and forth like the small wooden balls in a juggler's act.
But the bald dwarf and his companions would have to continue nevertheless. They were on a mission from Dwan, but more importantly it appeared Arien's sister and a dear friend to most of them - Alloryn, might be held captive in some part of the tower. Therefore, when Arien gave his little speech again, the Kilgim merely waved it away with grunt. "Ah, laddie we've all set our 'eart on savin' yer sister. So let's get a move on already."
So up they went, all caution set aside, running up the stairs and straight through the door into a room filled with greens. And the imperials weren't at all surprised of course. Why would they be? There was a fight raging around them and they were prepared for an assault. Crossbow bolts were whistling through the air and a table flying over before Kilgim had a chance to say "Damned", which he said anyway when two of the bolts draw his blood. Gladly the hits were not bad, more like scratches, and either these ones weren't poisoned or his stout and strong body shook away the effects once again.
In a heartbeat the Greens were upon them and after a rather uncharacteristic command from Char, the warriors formed a line and stood fast to take the attack of the imps. With fury and anger common to his fighting style, the orange-bearded dwarf assaulted "his" Green with both of his axes, but his opponent was well trained and managed to parry or dodge most of the blows. Still Blackaxe managed to slip through the man's guard and take a minor cut into his side.
With a determined grin, the warrior-priest changed his stance a bit in order to find holes in the Greens defense. "Say goodbye t' yer friends, Imp. 'n get ready t' greet yer ancestors!"
Posted on 2007-10-22 at 09:11:44.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: whoopsie
Still can.
Roger, can you fill me up with the situation of Kilgim's spells. I'm not exactly sure how many and of which level he's thrown away already.
Posted on 2007-10-16 at 08:21:03.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: To boldly go where he has never gone before
Soon the group was whole and the locals were being hospitable again. It was something that caught Damanil by surprise time and time again to the point of seeming a bit foolish to him. Back home, despite housing the seat of the Republic's senate, the people were mostly concerned of just three people - me, myself and I. And the son of an elite senatorial guard - or maybe former son, for dad probably didn't consider him as one anymore - was no different. It was the way the world had brought him up and so far he hadn't come upon anything that would've changed his view. And these people weren't going to either.
The bounty hunter's thoughts were interrupted by an all too familiar sound of a shot hitting something very close to him. Despite his usual awareness Damanil completely managed to miss Jeena's fate as the realization came to him. We're under att... And then the wave hit him in the face.
Dust flying. People lying on their backs or scrambling to their feet. Jeena lying on the ground face down with Jaal kneeling over her body. Mouths opening in silent shouting. Ears ringing..... The blaster rifle was already ready in his hand. Unconsciously even while being thrown back a couple meters by the concussion wave of the rocket, his reflexes had made his hands grab the gun. Then he was up too, with one knee down and the rifle pointing at the rooftop.
Sniper, rocket launcher and another. The ambushers had a good basic setup and could control the whole area and escape routes. With nothing really to use as cover, there's not much else to do than filling the air with blaster fire. So far the attackers were outnumbered and a quick volley of fire made two of them duck for cover while the third was hit by a sharp shot by Dime. Damanil was focusing on the sniper for two reasons. The rifle he? was holding would be nice to have, though the redhead knew there was no way to get it even if he managed to kill its current owner. And to him the sniper seemed like the biggest threat at the moment. Sure rockets caused more damage, but a launcher was slower to load than a sniper rifle and more difficult to hit with.
Damned. Nearly got you bastard. Damanil's shot came close to dropping the sniper. But even though missing its intended target it fulfilled its secondary purpose and forced the shooter to pull back. Risking a look at the other assailants, the green eyes turned in time to see one of them take a shot square in the face. Suddenly things were starting to appear much better, but just then two new sources of enemy fire appeared.
Then the Jedi's warning caught his ears: "Get down!" Already knelt down, Damanil merely braced himself for what he knew would come. The familiar whistle and whoosh of another rocket flying through the air too close by brought a shiver down his spine. But fortunately his assessment of the attackers' skills had been sound if not lucky - the one handling the launcher didn't seem to be a professional.
And if the situation wasn't looking grim enough so far, it sure got a lot worse when Damanil's com sparked into life: "Disturbance by Brod's Mercantile", comes a 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."
Bollocks A full Riot team meant trouble with a gigantic T. The recently retired (even if unwillingly) TDF soldier had no illusion of the Theta-Theta-Two coming to their rescue. And his fears were proven right only a second later by the HQ reply: "Acknowledged, riot team. Both supressive and lethal force are authorized." It suddenly occured to him that either Commander Albari was still very much alive or someone knew of his deal with the Hutt.
But then the blind Miraluka with a flailing green light moved past him obviously heading for one of the enemies, and another thought caught him. Maybe it's the jedi they're after... And with HQ's approval? "Hey!", Damanil called out to Caise with a dead-serious voice. "We're about to have company, jedi."
"Understood" Something in the jedi's voice told the Coruscantan that the man had caught his meaning, but still he carried on moving forward instead of running. Crazy bugger! Taking a glance back, Damanil could see the landspeeder crawling out of the garage and Mercury jumping in on the driver's seat. He was now facing two options... Either do as his mind screamed for him to do and run for the cover and hopefully safety of the speeder or for once in his life drop the selfish thoughts and provide the jedi some cover fire.
It took him a second to decide and in the raining gunfire the second felt like a lifetime. "To hell with it. He did save my ass up there." Checking the situation and location of the remaining ambushers, Damanil got up into a crouched, but standing position and took one final aimed shot at an enemy before moving to follow Caise.
Posted on 2007-10-11 at 08:30:19.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Happy days!
GINAFAE!!! Yay! Welcome back dear!
Posted on 2007-10-11 at 06:53:46.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Posting I will be
Soonish.
Geesh. This baby stuff is coming back to me.. slowly. Sleep. Oh that be nice for a while. Sure we do get some, but not nearly as much I'd like. Continuous sleep... *sigh*
Work's starting tomorrow again after two weeks of paternity leave at home. I'm terrified. Will be wasted in the evenings, but can't be. Must have strength to help Tiina to give her time to rest. But, good side of things is that I'll have more time to post... maybe.
Kilgim can always be NPCeed in the meanwhile.
Posted on 2007-10-07 at 08:09:25.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Agh!
Weekend! I'll do my best. Should have time to post, if the baby sleeps ok and such. Had no recollection on how babies work. Completely wiped from my memory it is...
Posted on 2007-10-05 at 19:38:57.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Crappety crap
For a moment everything seemed to be sweet. Croaker and Scribe had agreed on a truce and they were now officially on the same side - whatever that side might be. As far as he was concerned, the night had so far been a success. Guardian had been able to keep his employer... well if not completely out of harm's way... then at least alive. Spiff's shot was one thing, but that was now all old news - even if not really that old.
Croaker's team had lost one man and two others were slightly hurt, but their mission seemed like a success too. For a microsec or so it did. Then suddenly, as the van was speeding through the streets, the chica with a doll face started banging her head, arms and legs hard on the metal floor. It wasn't voluntary, that much was clear to Guardian right away even without any medical background. It was as if the babe was having a seizure or an epileptic fit - the slender body was convulsing with strength way beyond her frail frame.
Peacekeeper beat him to it. Damned the girl had good reflexes. Guardian was a boosted himself and with the chip plugged into the back of his skull he could outdo almost any man in the NC... Any man. Suddenly - even though Merry Deth wasn't doing great in the meanwhile - suddenly Guardian felt good about having Peacekeeper on his (and DS's) side and not looking at him down the barrel of her gun. The big black man threw himself on the trashing chica's lower part and held her tight. The convulsions were powerful, but not too much for his trained muscles to overcome.
And he didn't have to hold on for long before the Medic gave his call. The flatline said it all too. The girl Croaker had been hired (or so Frank assumed) to pick up was gone. And that would certainly change things a bit. Guardian pushed himself back up sitting and leaned against the side of the van. There was no shaking of his head, no words, not even a shrug. The corpse didn't touch the bodyguard in any way. He hadn't known the chica or her motives and had no money invested in her. Sure, it was a shame to see a young life wasted, always was. But this one wasn't any different from the Wild Things he'd shot - not really.
After the initial shock Croaker didn't seem to care any more about Merry Deth than Guardian did. And that was good. Whatever happened next, the explosion in the girl's brain (whatever had caused it) wouldn't make the man hesitate or act in anger if and when the time to act would come. And apparently - from Croaker's words - such a time would come. Would, if Guardian and his boss were still going to go with the mixed bunch, like he presumed they would. Just to make sure, Frank looked DS in the eye to get the little nod he knew would come.
That's when Peacekeeper's words nearly caught him by surprise. Or in fact did. Turning his deep brown augmented eyes at the killer in a babe disguise, Guardian gave his new best friend a slight smile and a nod.
Posted on 2007-10-05 at 19:26:17.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Me wants one too!
iPhone! Would throw away my bucks too if it was available in Finland. Though being tied into a single operator would really suck in my opinion.
As for the game... games... Baby's keeping me up. I'm on paternity leave, but don't get nearly enough sleep. You know how it goes guys. Still I'm very much in the game, if you'll have me.
Posted on 2007-09-30 at 05:48:39.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: No real excuse...
Except for the baby and work. But true, they don't take all of my time completely. However the truth is, there really isn't much Guardian can do at the moment. Will post something in any case asap.
Sorry my friends.
Posted on 2007-09-25 at 08:38:56.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: Stickin' with ya, dude
The Jedi went on his way to do what he had to do. Fine. Didn't move Damanil one way or the other. He wasn't bound to him or the others in any way... Well, maybe the fact that TDF had tried to kill them all only a day ago did put them all on the same line. Of course it hadn't really been the whole of Tanaab Defence Forces or officially even a part of it. What had nearly gotten them all killed was greed. Simple as that. Men (and most other species as well) were greedy. The world was a harsh place to survive in and if by killing another one would have better chances of survival, then...
The redhead bounty hunter shrugged. He didn't blame Burukt for trying to shoot him in the back. The Bothan had been as little a real soldier as he was. Blah. They'd all been there for the bounty or some other reward. That's all. Hutts had a long, a very long reach. And Pulda was no exception. And that's exactly what was in Damanil's thoughts at the very moment - or at least in the back of his mind, constantly trying to push other things away. What the hell will I do now. Pulda's not going to give me another job if I fail this one... IF! Yeah right. Dulo's dead, I hope, and I didn't do it. Maybe he'll pay me anyways. Doesn't need to know it wasn't really me who blew the captain up.
The Coruscantian hadn't known Commander Albari's motives for capturing Kul Kura and they didn't really matter now. But he could only guess it had something to do with cargo Dulo had been smuggling in. Most probably the man had been aiming for some personal profit as well as getting a pat on his shoulder from his superiors. Hadn't struck Damanil as an honorable man, Albari. Hopefully the Commander died in the explosion as well. That would be just dandy for him. Albari had been the only one, as far as he knew, who had been aware of the bounty hunter's connection with Pulda the Hutt. And with the man dead... The though brought a smile to Damanil's lips.
Wandering through market, Damanil made a couple of purchases himself. Since he probably could never go back and retrieve his gear from on board the DR-400, he desperately needed a second set of clothes. There was no leaving Tanaab behind in a TDF suit. Yes, he'd made up his mind already. He'd take the first possible charter out of the system or a freighter or a transport or anything. Would that be with the jedi and his new little group, there was no telling. Maybe so. For now the lot seemed like a good group to be with. Caise provided them safety of two kinds. In addition to his formidable combat skills, the jedi would be held in esteem in most places around the galaxy. Not many would dare to question about his companions.
The smile stayed on the bounty hunter's face as he gave his credit chip to the merchant to pay for his purchases. Yeah. Sticking with them ain't such a bad idea after all. Getting back to the others, Damanil noticed the young Corellian casting a couple of glances his way. With another smile he moved closer. Mercury seemed like a likable guy, anxious to learn new things and to see the world. But boy was he young... about the age when Damanil himself had run away from his upscale family home.
In another situation, on another world, the kid's question might have turned a screw in his nerves a bit too tight and made him angry. But right now, it only made him chuckle: "Hey?", Mercury asked Damanil, "Soldier-boy? Shouldn't you be off reporting to your unit? Or some command post? Why you still here?"
Boy? I'm probably twice his age. "Well kiddo. It really ain't any of your business, but since I'm in a good mood, I'll let you in on a secret. I'm sure I'll regret this later, but hey how much more could things go wrong? Lowering his voice into a whisper too quiet for anyone else to hear, Damanil continued: "I'm not really a soldier, at least not officially. I'm not a part of the TDF. The commander just hired me to get in on a piece of business. You know how the creds turn the galaxy around, don't you? Your captain was smuggling something very valuable and the commander wanted his share and I wanted my... well, let's call it reward."
Looking around to make sure no one was listening, the redhead carried on: "So you see, I'm only wearing this suit now, to keep any suspicious TDF eyes away from us. They're mixed bunch and I've no idea if they've actually got a law they're upholding or whether they're just following rules of their own. But don't you worry. If the commander was wasted in the explosion, no one will know who you guys are... or me for that matter." Giving a friendly pat on Mercury's shoulder, Damanil started walking towards the next booth.
"So if you don't mind, I'll enjoy your company for a little longer?"
Posted on 2007-09-24 at 07:39:52.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: Busybusybusy
The welcome at the farm was a bit baffling to say the least. Damanil wasn't really accustomed to such kindness towards strangers, but did find such treatment very pleasant. Of course nearly anything would've been nice after spending a long time in the closeness of a ship. But in addition to the excellent food (once again compared to a soldier's rations) and a private room as well a refreshener - the place had a feeling of home. Sure, not the kind of upper-class home he had grown in and certainly not the kind he would one day wish to have for himself - but a home nevertheless.
The bounty hunter was quiet throughout the evening, his mind filled with thoughts of all kind - mostly having to do with his immediate future. He knew they would not be staying at the farm for longer than the one night, but after that everything was open. Dalroth was an unknown place to him. He knew the capital somewhat, but his knowledge of the whole world was very limited. Damanil had after all, only been to the system only a very short while. The others, whom he had come to help and who had in turn helped him during the escape, most probably had plans of their own. The jedi for one surely had a mission to fulfill. His kind did not move around without some sort of an agenda.
The rest of the motley crew he knew even less about. Had they simply been ignorant members of Kul' Kura's crew or were they too in on the smuggling business their former Duro captain, funnily named Dulo, had been running. Bah. Running my ass. A lackey for another Hutt no doubt. Ain't we all...
The morning came sooner than Damanil would've wanted, but he felt good leaving the farm behind. The proper rest and food had given the former soldier new strength and he was ready to face new challenges. There'd a big one coming at him soon. Captain Dulo was dead, yes. But there was no telling if he'd be getting the bounty. The deal was taking the duro back alive. The current situation was probably better than having Dulo running around alive, but one knew how these things went. It hadn't actually been him, who put the target cold, so his employer might decide not to follow the secondary clause of the agreement.
But for now, the bounty hunter will just follow his new companions and see what the immediate future brings along.
Posted on 2007-08-24 at 09:36:17.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: behold, dwarven wisdom... or not
WIth everybody patched up and anxious to move on, Kilgim could do only one thing: grin. He'd only made the suggestion of retreating because it seemed like an intelligent solution. Trying to advance in a keep with an unknown number of enemies was simply foolish - even mad. But his fellows had made the valid points he had known they would. If Alloryn was in deed in the hands of the Imperials (and even if she was not), there would be no stopping Arien. And if their own little group had some time to regain their health and powers, so would their opponents.
Still it might have been a wise move and though the dwarven cleric did have some wisdom to share to his younger companions, he was a warrior to the bone and the priesthood only came as good second. So, Kilgim Blackaxe, son of Thorgrim and cousin of Dwan Granitecrusher did what he always did in the face of battle: he grinned. "Ok laddies, with yer minds made up an' me own, let us brin' fear o' the Iron League into the 'earts o'our enemies!"
Maximus the gladiator obviously had the same thoughts as Kilgim did about the voices from above and started to move upstairs. “Stay lad there is no need for you to recon the above floor, clear it is they await us to ascend and their numbers matter not. They will be ready no matter what we do, better we thin them out through Jal’s magic.” Why sneak and let them prepare? However Dapple didn't quite see things the way the two warriors did. Perhaps that was what had kept the lad alive in his lethal profession - wits.
“Are you daft?” Dapple whispered back, his eyebrows disappearing into his blond bangs,” They’re fighting each other or something else. Do you really think they’d be commanded to hold their ground against us? Their orders would be to charge down here…they’ve forgotten us in a greater crisis….one we can use to our advantage. Let me get up there to circle out of the way before you man mountains go clattering up the stairs!” As the last hushed word escaped his mouth, the lad slipped under the big man's arm.
The words stopped Kilgim in his steps. "Aye. Ye've got yer point the lad. My my, yer mind's as sharp as yer.... er... boots..." There was a short pause. "Now, that didn' come out the way me meant it." The bald dwarf sighed and looked at the back of the boy disappearing from his view. "Remind me o' not tryin' t' use anymore o' those ol' sayin's."
As he watched Char followed the lad up the stairs muttering under his breath something Kilgim couldn't quite catch.
Posted on 2007-08-19 at 11:14:20.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: move out!
Once again a client ruled over his advice. Common sense was pushed aside and trust was exchanged for a few kind words. Trust. Gets you killed. Frank didn't put too much weight on anyone's promises, including his own. Sure, while working, he did everything in his power to honor the contract - to keep the client unharmed. But that was business. Outside the life of a bodyguard, trust had very little meaning in the world today - especially so in NC. At least that was the case with trusting others. Hell, when it came to trusting himself and his own skills to survive, Frank was the first one preach about it. That's what had kept him alive through the years - himself... Or so the big man kept telling himself, but deep inside he knew it wasn't the whole truth.
Guardian turned his eyes towards DigitalScribe and locked his gaze with Frankie's. A second later, when he was sure the media meant what he had said, the bald bodyguard swung the big handgun away from Spiff and towards the Hole. No nods, no shrugs, no nothing. Employer's call. Like it always was. Didn't make Frank a happy boy, but kept him in the money and so far had kept the customer's alive.
Fortunately for him and for all - especially the rest of the Wild Things - there were no bad guys still up and shooting. There'd be more, lot's more, and soon. But before that, they'd be flying away through the streets of the Night City. Frank stood guard while the rest of their recently born - however fragile it was - team made their way to the escape wheels. Soon the wounded solo was in the back along with Peacekeeper and her input. They were ready to leave. Taking a final look at the Hole, Guardian got inside the wan too and closed doors. "Burn rubber, brother!"
Posted on 2007-08-17 at 06:54:07.
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