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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Oh Vanadia
Thanks for trying my dear. I tried to enter the stuff word by word, but no luck. Not that it really matters, but I'd really like to know what causes the error.
Posted on 2006-10-21 at 11:43:25.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: testin
[Last night at the tavern]
Kilgim licked the last drop of the delicious stew and took a sip of his ale. His eyes were locked into Char's and he was concentrating on every word the man said- not because the woodsman's dialect was hard to understand (Kilgim's more than used to it), but because of what Char was saying. From the day they saved the poor creature, the dwarf's been most intrigued by Sunset. Unfortunately it has chosen the ranger and the kid as its friends, not him. But still the mental communication it apparently uses as well as the sudden graving for spicy sausages, make the tiny dragon very interesting indeed.
As Char finished relating the vision he saw, the red-bearded cleric did the same with his ale. Setting the tankard on the table with surprising precision and care, he lifts his green eyes back to Char's. "Lad, me ain't any sage on such matters. But what ye'r sayin' sounds like the mage's gone through some nasty stuff, if'n that's 'is past Sunset was showin' ye. Me thinks Dwan would never pick anyone with evil purposes to serve 'im... an' the same goes fer Gwanele. Let's keep an eye on the lad, but not judge 'im just yet."
Turning his eyes to Arien, Kilgim smiled sadly. "If only yer dear sister was with us, lad. She'd know better what t' make o' this all."
[Morning at the West Gate]
He felt good as he stood at the West Gate. He'd slept his usual 6 and some hours and slept them well. Though somewhat anxious to leave the walls of his home behind, Kilgim was still a dwarf and dwarves usually didn't get exited over such matters easily. After the fine meal and a few pints at the tavern, the cleric had made his back to his quarters with determination, but without haste. He was not one to hurry unless someone's life was in danger.
Kilgim had felt somewhat guilty for leaving his dear friends so early in the evening. But there was no other way to do it, not when one was leaving for an undetermined period of time. There were preparations to be done. Oh yes, he'd smiled at the thought as he greeted the guards at the castle's gate. Humans were so strange sometimes. The way they rushed into everything without planning and preparing well ahead. It was good that he wasn't like that... Very good indeed.
So now as they said their goodbyes to Dwan and Terrin (or in fact Kilgim and Dapple were the only ones remembering Dwan's little helper) with a smile and a few kind words, the cleric greeted the new day with rested eyes and peaceful mind. He'd gone through his gear not once, not twice, but full three times to make sure he had everything packed and ready. Like Arien (or so Kilgim believed), he'd spent an hour to wipe the rings on his mithril chain clean along with the steel breastplate and helmet. He'd carefully packed his climbing gear as well as his mess kit into his very worn backpack. There were naturally other needed equipment in the old pack too, such as three white chalk sticks, a brush and some empty sacks. One never knew...
Having said his goodbyes, Kilgim swallowed hard as he heard a familiar snort behind him. Cold sweat began to form on his back as he turned around. What he felt could not be called fear. There were not that many things the servant of Clangeddin was truly afraid of. It was uneasiness or even uncertainty. The bald priest did not hate the mule any more than he was afraid of it, but he was most certain that the dislike of each other was the only thing the dwarf and the animal had in common. He could almost hear the mule's thoughts as it eyed him. No doubt old Crumpy wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea of having 154 pounds of dwarf plus the heavy armor on its back for days and days with only a short rests in between.
Like everyone else, Kilgim found himself making evaluations of those joining him on the mission, especially the newcomer sorcerers. He had absolutely no idea of the powers the two mages controlled, but he'd been awed by the magics of Alloryn on their previous trip. And now there were two. Both were no doubt as powerful as Arien's sister had been or even more. One, the strange one, was a pupil of Gwanele's. That alone spoke much of him. And the other - a former Red of the Imperial army. He could prove to be an invaluable asset when Kilgim and his friends were up against one or more of Valentine's former compatriots. Dwan's chosen well. An' as much as me'd prefer t' 'ave Alloryn coverin' our backs, these two will now 'ave t' do.
"Aye", he spoke to himself quietly, "This is a fine lot o' people indeed. Our skills cover everythin' from ranged combat t' melee an' between. We'll do just fine." With a huff and a puff, Kilgim climbed on Crumpy's back and immediately felt as displeased as looked. Saddles simply weren't made to accommodate dwarves. He took his place beside Dapple and fingered the handle of Blackaxe uneasily.
Posted on 2006-10-21 at 03:27:13.
Edited on 2006-10-21 at 03:50:45 by Raven
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Strange
Why wasn't I able to post?
Seems to work in here though...
Why doesn't this thing let me post the following line:
Kilgim licked the last drop of the delicious stew and took a sip of his ale.
With this in the appropriate place:
from his lips
If I try to type:
Kilgim licked the last drop of the delicious stew XXX XXX XXXX and took a sip of his ale.
It gives me an error: Not Acceptable
An appropriate representation of the requested resource /forum/update_message.php could not be found on this serv
Posted on 2006-10-21 at 03:13:31.
Edited on 2006-10-21 at 03:47:42 by Raven
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Moving on... err kinda
It was quiet... as quiet as Night City ever got. Too quiet for Guardian's liking. Peering around the corner of the aparment complex, the big black man didn't see anyone. Not a single soul. So close to the Wild Things headquarters he would've expected to see a guard or three or even some gangers just hanging around.
Him not noticing anyone didn't mean there weren't any of course. There'd be electric eyes ready to zoom in on anyone moving through the parking lot no doubt. And if there weren't any cameras set up by the gangers, then there were not. There wasn't exactly anything Frank or Scribe could do about it.
Frank turned his eyes towards DigitalScribe. "It's your decision, mate. The eyes on the wheel park will be followin' us whether we try to sneak or not. If they're at all decent, that is. There might be some pointed our way at the Hole too. I ain't exactly a ninja or your everyday thief and my sneakin' skills ain't the best either. So try as we may, someone's bound to see us, if they're watchin' this way."
Guardian turned his eyes back towards the big red building. He scanned the Hole with his augmented eye trying hard to find any sign of guards or surveillance equipment. Shrugging, the big bodyguard checked his gear, drew his handgun. And despite what he had just said, started moving towards their target with his back close to the wall of the apartment building trying to make himself as small as possible.
Posted on 2006-10-20 at 10:03:09.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Beer ye say? Yaharrr!!
During the rest of the meeting, only one of those present did not speak a single word. Through it all, Kilgim Blackaxe remained quiet and observed the others and their behavior. Though in a good mood, it was not the dwarf's way to take part in such conversations unless he had something really important to share. And right now, he did not.
The fact that Dwan had summoned Gwanele to give a magical briefing, did not surprise Kilgim at all. He was quite accustomed to seeing the mage's art in action. Being able to summon magical powers of other kind - or, more accurately put, those of Clangeddin - the bald dwarf was still very much intrigued by the way sorcerers controlled their mighty magics. Therefore he watched Gwanele perform her illusions very carefully.
But what did take him by surprise was the gladiator's question... Who leads us? Do we need one? Kilgim shrugged and listened on. Perhaps the warrior was used being under someone's command and didn't know or like to act without someone telling him what to do. Nah. We need no leader. We need the 'elp an'skills o' us all t' live through this. Some time ago, before their first mission together, Arien's words would also have taken Kilgim off-guard. The man was a soldier of noble blood - he was born to lead. But yet Arien suggested they should work together as a team. Ach! Me misses yer sister, lad., the orange-bearded dwarf thought and nodded his agreement to Arien.
As the talks carried on, Kilgim saw that he was not the only one troubled by the fact that Reds were involved and had entered the lands of the Iron League. The Empire was slowly falling apart and for sure there were some deserters in its ranks, but Dwan could not overlook the possibility that the imperials Gwanele had shown them were acting under some sinister plan deviced by the masterminds of the Empire. Takin' down Reds. Aye, might prove t' be 'ard. But first we'll need t' get past the Greens 'n hell that we know fer sure ain't easy.
Soon enough it was over and everyone started leave except for Dapple, who somehow had managed to disappear without anybody noticing. Damn that lad's slippery. Gladly 'e's on our side. Kilgim was about to head to his quarters, when Char caught up with him and Arien with an excellent suggestion: ”ey lads,” the ranger said while scratching his scruffy beard. “Wha’ say ya t’ a beer an’ somet’ng t’ fill da belly?”
The question brought the grin back on Kilgim's face, but Arien beat the dwarf to it. "Indeed, friend Char, I would be happy to join you," the knight stated in reply. "Aye, Char ol' lad. Easy t' agree with Arien 'ere. I'd be glad t' join ye two fer a pint or three."
Posted on 2006-10-18 at 00:49:14.
Edited on 2006-10-21 at 09:55:36 by Vanadia
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Good to see some action again
When Terrin came knocking on his door with an invitation to Dwan's meeting room or the dining hall as it was better known, Kilgim knew right away he hadn't been called to enjoy some new merriment or a proper dwarven meal. No, this was no social call.
Though there were a number of halls or rooms better suited for important meetings in the fortress of the Iron League, for some reason Lord Granitecrusher liked to hold them in the dining hall. Prolly just wants an excuse to 'ave another good meal today. The ol'fool. The bald dwarf scratched his orange beard and chuckled to himself as he made his way to the dining hall. He knew better than anyone that Dwan Granitecrusher was no fool, but a strong hearted and minded leader with great wisdom and sharp wits. Aye. Kilgim knew his cousin very well indeed.
Me wonders.., he thought as pushed open one of the doors to the hall. And as he did, the slight smile on his face turned into a wide grin. "Arien! Char! Dapple!", the tattooed warrior-priest called out in a very uncharacteristic and happy way as he entered the room and waved a greeting to his good frinds. He was late as always, but fortunately Dwan hadn't started yet.
Aye, should've known. Ol'Dwan still hasn't lost 'is touch. Still grinning like a fool, Kilgim walked to his cousin and took his arm in strong clamp. "Dwan, me cousin, seems to me ye've got some action planned fer us. Good. Me was gettin' bored with nothin' to do. Only as Kilgim took his seat beside the Lord of the Iron League, he really noticed the strangers in the room and the absence of another friend. About to ask Arien about it, he quickly changed his mind as Dwan began the introductions.
"...and I have spoken to each of you individually..." The hell ye 'ave, lad. Guess ye figured me'd be goin' head first into the dragon's den anyways if me ol'friends would. Ye know me too well.
The green-eyed dwarf wiped some sweat from his brow and unconsciously rubbed the blue tattoo of twin axes on his forehead as he listened to the others give their introductions. He couldn't help a chuckle as saw candle light flicker on the bright surface of Arien's armor. The knight seemed to be wearing his platemail everywhere he went. Some things never changed... Just the way he liked it.
Kilgim had left his own armor and gear to his quarters, which wasn't that far away from the dining hall. He'd already figured he'd be going on some mission Dwan had planned for him, but at the same time knew he'd have plenty of time to gather his equipment after the meeting.
Still, he was a dwarf and a warrior, and wen't absolutely nowhere without his namesake weapon - the Blackaxe. It was an powerful axe made of adamantium and bound with magic. As Kilgim listened to the others speak he constantly rubbed the head of Blackaxe and waited for his turn to come.
When it did, Kilgim stood up and cleared his throat. " Greetings to ye all, friend and stranger alike. Me name's Kilgim Blackaxe. As ye may or may not 'ave noticed, there's a sign of Clangeddin engraved on me forehead. Does that make me some sort o'follower? Aye, it does. I'm a warrior in t'body an' a servant o' Silverbeard in me soul."
With another grin he continued: "An' why am I here? Ye can ask that from cousin Dwan, 'cause he never told me." Shrugging Kilgim carried on after a pause: "Me thinks it's because we work well together... That is t'ones o' us who've been workin' together in t'past o'course. Then again, me don't think Dwan would've called in ye three unless he thought ye was good. Right?"
Posted on 2006-10-06 at 12:54:37.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: Now what?
The fight is over faster than Damanil would've expected. For some reason the prisoners joined in to help him. Whether it was an instinct of self-preservation or actual will to save his skin, the green-eyed human doesn't know. And right now, he doesn't have the time to ask either.
Having seen a jedi in live combat for the first time, Damanil is more than a bit dumbstruck. The blind man moved with such a precision and speed that the bounty hunter isn't absolutely sure about what just happened. Sure he's heard his share of tales about the jedi and knows something about what they're capable of. But blocking a shot from a blaster is impossible! Or apparently it isn't.
Four dead TDF troopers lie on the floor - four former teammates of his. Damanil shrugs at them. He never liked the controlled life of a soldier and his fellow troopers were more or less idiots anyway. There are some casualties on the "good" side too, but the redhead passes them with equal disinterest. They're not the target nor the enemy, but they ain't his friends either.
It's just gets better all the time, doesn't it! Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to cut me loose, too? We'll never make it up front, but if we head back toward the engine room now, we can reach the lifeboat. Damanil turns to face the angered woman and is about to make a smart comment about lifeboats and their chances against a DR-400, but sees the truth in the woman's words. They'd never make it to the cockpit of Kul Kura alive anyhow. No matter how stupid the TDF soldiers may be, they're still fairly good in what they do. Even with the jedi on their side, the captives would be hard pushed to even stay alive, let alone retake the control of the ship.
“She’s right,” the Miraluka nods, “they are coming. Lingering here would not be wise.” His head turns in the red-haired soldier’s direction; “If you have a key to release those restraints, Mr Shadoran, now would be the time..."
Damanil nods in response to the jedi. "Yeah, I've got the key." He tosses it to Ziv and swings the rifle on his shoulder. "Why don't you open the cuffs lad and I'll keep an eye on the bad guys." Drawing his heavy blaster, takes a step towards the doorway, ready to blast down anything coming their way. Keeping his eyes on the aisle, Damanil nods to Caise. "Thanks for saving my behind, jedi. Maybe I can return the favor one day."
Posted on 2006-10-04 at 02:41:57.
Edited on 2018-03-07 at 11:20:32 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: Bloody traitor
"vzzzzz-WHOOOSHzzkaaaaah"
The strange sound suddenly broke the bounty hunter's thoughts taking him completely by surprise. It was strange in the sense that it wasn't something he was used to hearing every day, but it wasn't something completely new to him either. Damanil had seen enough holovids to recognize the sound of a lightsaber and he knew there was only one group of people capable of using the deadly weapon - the jedi!
The green-eyed human brought his blaster up and turned around in a single motion. Since the lightsaber had not cut him in two, Damanil could safely assume or at least hope that he was not the target of the jedi's attack. Not yet at least. At first the view he faced seemed a lot like what he'd been expecting. One of the captives was wielding a lightsaber, and by the looks of it, attacking a fellow trooper - the bothan.
His first surprise was who the jedi was. The blind one? Damn. But Damanil didn't have time to stop and wonder about it more, for he was in for another surprise... Instead of trying to attack the jedi together with the bounty hunter, the bothan turned his back on Damanil and looked for help elsewhere... "I am attacked!", he shouted. "Shadoran has allied with the prisoners and a jedi! They seek to take back the ship! Backup needed at once!"
Take back the..? Whatta? It didn't take the red haired soldier more than a heartbeat to figure out the situation. The bounty, the bastard wants my cut too. "Damn fool!" Shadoran already had his blaster rifle at the ready and at such a distance it would take miracles for the traitorous bothan to dodge his shot.
Damanil felt a surge of anger run through him as he squeezed the trigger. Sure, it would only have taken him another beat of his heart or a blink of his eye to switch the rifle into stun, but the bounty hunter did not even consider it. Apparently the other trooper had tried to take him out with his own rifle, so why wouldn't he return the favor?
Posted on 2006-09-26 at 06:14:35.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: What now?
Things were going forward peacefully. If none of the prisoners had any surprises hidden in their sleeves, Damanil would getting some easy credits soon. Not as much as he wished, not by a long shot. But what could he do? Shoot his fellow troopers and run away with the Duro captain? Hardly. Even if I could take over the DR-400 or Kul Kura, I'd still have the pirates to take care off. And I ain't no bloody pilot.
One of the passengers caught Damanil's attention though he didn't show it. Not that it would've mattered for the man in question was apparently as blind as a bat. A miraluka, if I'm not mistaken. Don't see one of them too often. Strange how they're able to move around without bumping into things all the time. Maybe he's got the force like the jeedai. Hehh... Whoo!
For some reason even the crappy joke didn't make Damanil feel any better. He'd been hoping for some chance to get away with more than just a little cut of the bounty, but obviously that wasn't going to happen. With a silent sigh, the bounty hunter turned his eyes from the miraluka to the other passengers almost hoping that one of them would jump with a blaster in hand to blast away the boredom of waiting.
Posted on 2006-09-20 at 12:01:26.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: Done here
So close, but still so far away. Only a few meters separated Damanil Shadoran from his ticket back to good life. All he would need to do was to drill a hole into Captain Dulo's forehead with his blaster. Then again, Pulda the Hutt might prefer to have the pleasure of executing the smuggler himself and would probably pay more if Damanil brought Dulo to him alive. Him? or Her? Not that he wanted to continue down that road... Since at least to his knowledge Hutts could be either or both or something. Scary stuff that
Whatever the case, the bounty on the captain's head would easily have paid him back into the guild and within reach of better gigs. It had been so much harder to find well-paying jobs ever since Damanil had been kicked out of the guild for not being able to pay the membership fee. Bounty Hunters could be good in many things, but they certainly weren't good-hearted people or given to show mercy, not even to one of their own.
Members of his profession, previous or not, often had a love and hate relationship with each other. A bounty hunter would respect a fellow guild member, but still would consider him or her competition or even an enemy. And if one would not be able to pay the fee, he would immediately be kicked out until he could.
It had taken him a lot of work to finally find an assignment which could change everything, but unfortunately his lousy contact had only been able to arrange Damanil a place in TDF as a trooper. The data had been good though. Dulo's ship had appeared at exactly the given time. As a trooper and a newcomer, it had not been easy to deliver the info to Commander Albari without drawing too much attention to himself. But a little word here and another there had eventually done the trick.
As he watched Kul Kura's engineers taking in the news that they too would be seized, Damanil could see the surprise on their faces. Either they were decent enough actors to fool him or the techies didn't know anything about the smuggling their captain was accused of. Shrugging to himself, Damanil watched them with only one eye while thinking about his chances to get the bounty.
"Spice?" The young engineer's question brought Damanil back in time to see the human almost wet his pants as a fellow trooper raised the butt of his rifle to quiet him down. One of the other soldiers chuckled at the cowering, but the former bounty hunter didn't even grin. In fact he couldn't care less about the whole situation, as it started to appear once again that he would not be the one to deliver his prey.
The restraints were quickly put on even though the woman seemed to consider resisting. Fortunately for her she didn't put up a fight and accepted the situation quietly. Damanil grabbed the comlink on the shoulder of his armor and reported in: "Shadoran here, reporting engine room secured." He paused for a moment, receiving a reply, then nodded. "Understood. We're on our way."
Swallowing the bored sigh, he turned his attention at his squad. Turvin, Julls, commnder says for you two to say here and get this tub moving. We'll take these two amidships with the rest of 'em." After getting an affirmative, he and the other soldier led their captives amidships to the passenger berths.
Posted on 2006-09-11 at 04:10:23.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Noooo
Don't try it, Scott. Damanil is pretty nasty with his Heavy Blaster at point blank. 
Posted on 2006-09-09 at 14:54:16.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Hell yeah
As Guardian got out of the cab, he did the usual scan of the surroundings. Unfortunately it was still raining like hell and he couldn't see shit. Not that the downpour mattered to the big black bodyguard. Getting wet wasn't too nice, but right now he was not looking for comfort anyway - he was looking for possible aggressors. Fortunately he couldn't see any even with his cybernetically enhanced eyesight. He could only hope there weren't any either, but even if someone was taking aim their way in the heavy rain, chances were that someone would miss due to poor visibility.
Frank was no military man, but had spend enough time in the company of some to have sort of adapted some basic strategies of a recce or reconnaissance operation. However being in urban surroundings, moving from cover to another would probably draw more attention than walking ahead casually and was therefore not an option. Still they'd need an OP to observe the building from a safe place where they could stay out of sight. If low profile was how DigitalScribe wanted to play it this time...
Finally the media got out of the vehicle as well and tried in vain to keep the water on the outside by pulling up his collar. Frank nearly missed the worried look his employer cast at his favorite piece of recording equipment. The worry on Scribe's face made him flash a grin at the smaller man despite the weather. It seemed the shoulder-cam was still Scribe's dearest.
Nodding to DS, Frank let the media take the lead. "Sure thing, brother. Haven't seen anything out of the ordinary yet, so we should be ok for now."
Posted on 2006-09-08 at 03:26:41.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Room in the game?
Is there still or is it full?
Posted on 2006-09-01 at 23:40:11.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Ich bins.
Minä olen.
Jag är.
I am.
Hmm... Russian doesn't have a "to be" now does it? Can't remember anymore.
Japanese? Watashi wa something... can't remember that either. Funny how easy it is to learn new languages only to forget them even faster.
Never mind me.
Raven is still around.
Posted on 2006-08-31 at 03:53:07.
Edited on 2006-09-27 at 05:41:59 by Raven
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