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Topic: CALLING ALL INN MEMBERS!
Subject: This sounds like a fantastic project! I'ma gonna get in on some of this!
Hmm... Sibelius? Or me? Or perhaps another one of my characters that are always running around me? Nah, I think we shall go with the original.
Towering friendlily 6'4" just behind (or near, depending on space-constraints) my first recruit to the Inn, Reralae, in a purple shirt and dark blue jeans, with a poof of longish red hair (and dark blue eyes, if there'll be enough room for that distinction). I don't really have any recent pictures, but I'll see what I can do and PM you what I find.
Also, if any other of my recruits get in on this, just point them to my area (Okron, Tispers, Shades331, and Aardvark).
Posted on 2010-08-19 at 23:03:29.
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Topic: WitchCraft: The Strength of a Warrior
Subject: Putting out the wildfire before anymore suffer its untempered hunger
Tuesday June 1, 1999 (O -3)
12:02 - Moderate Rain, Gusting Wind and Flying Lead
Abandoned Hospital Lobby
Guy slipped back around the corner. He could see the woman in the small pool of light extending from the pentagram room, with two shadows behind her. She was looking in on the hitman and the cultist’s gunfight. One of her allies was shining a flashlight down the hall they had come from and her light was held down. A second gunshot rang from within the room.
The red-haired woman turned away from her survey and motioned for the two behind her to return the way they came. She paused when she noticed Guy’s approach from the darkness, and flashed her light at him, then, realizing he wasn’t an enemy, made a quick gesture, inviting him to go with them.
“We’re going to try to catch the other two at the entrance,” one of the shadows explained to him–a young man, probably a bit older than himself.
He followed as Aaron inside the room glanced at the fallen cultists, neither of which were his intended marks. The hitman quickly took up the torch in the room and followed his prey through the back door.
In the next room there were sinks for surgeons to wash up in pre-op and another door. He followed this door out into a corridor lined with lockers and cupboards, broken up by doors to other operating theatres. He followed the central preparation corridor around the same corner Guy took, but on the other side of the line of the theatres, and down. He noted in his mental map that he was travelling down the north wing, below where he entered the building.
Aaron came to a door that led out of central preparation next to a stairwell at the end of the hall.
~***~
There was a bang and a crash to Lily’s left, startling her into turning toward the commotion. She was just about on her way out the front doors to the abandoned hospital and off into the night when the tides of fate caught and tugged at her heel.
There was shouting as a pack of humans burst forth from a side-hall. There were about a half-dozen of them, waving frantically in some kind of escape scene. Lily was just thinking about getting out of their way before she intruded on the set, but she didn’t get the time to act on this thought.
The group unleashed a level of incomprehensible shouting and expletives over and above the one they were already maintaining at the sight of the beast standing before them, guarding the exit. The monstrous wolf was guarding their only exit. They would have to kill it and escape before its master caught them, this fact was clear to them.
They did not see Lily trying to move out of their way before they opened fire on her.
The first shot roared like thunder, the bullet struck the ground next to her with a crack, causing her fur to stand on end and bristle out in every direction. Her forepaws were already off the ground as she tried to roll out of the way when the second shot buried itself in her hip.
The sudden stinging pain in her side, sharper than any she had felt before, caused her muscles to freeze up, sending her stumbling while the other two shots struck the floor and the circular infodesk behind her. (-18 Lily)
She shrugged off the pain easily after the onset while three men approached her, surrounding on her on one side from a cautious distance. One drew a knife while the other two prepared their fisticuffs with nervous glances.
Guy and the team of raincoats were mounting the central stairs between the basement and the lobby when they heard gunfire breakout–and an involuntary yelp from the mysterious grey fox–towards the exit.
Meanwhile Aaron sped past a meek trio of stoners hiding on the stairwell and up to the second floor.
Aaron -20 Life ----- -3/-4 Gun Cap
Lily -14 Life (-18 hip/flank +4 regen) ----- -3 Essence (+2 regen, 10 in use, 10 ambient)
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 06:58:33.
Edited on 2010-08-20 at 03:31:54 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Wizards' Duel
Subject: It's all in the technical details
I'm the science teacher, here to remind global warming (and those punks sitting in the back who think they're so witty on those cold days) that it has been largely discredited in favour of general climate change. 
Posted on 2010-08-16 at 07:47:20.
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Topic: Diabolic Genesis-Origins of Evil recruitment
Subject: Hmmm....
I do remember saying that I would be interested if an opening showed up (and I had the time). Here an opening has presented itself, but will fate will it that I have the time to put together a character and play?
Perhaps.
I'll have to check out what's happened in the game since its inception and get back to you on whether or not I'll be able to commit.
But don't let that deter you from jumping in, any of you other applicants. If you know you have the time and inclination, go for it.
Posted on 2010-08-16 at 07:39:50.
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: Dang, being Saskatchewan born, there was no way I could not answer the call
Sometimes
Alternatingly
Snuggling with
Kaleidoscopic
Anthropomorphs and
Telegnostic
Clouds
Hinders
Efficient
Wilding
Assimilation, which is
Nonesense
(At least according to those stuffy gentlemen with the nets.)
Posted on 2010-08-11 at 04:43:09.
Edited on 2010-08-11 at 04:52:20 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: WitchCraft: The Strength of a Warrior
Subject: Daymn he's good.
Tuesday June 1, 1999 (O -3)
12:01 AM – Heavy Rain
Abandoned Hospital B1
Aaron rolled onto his back while the man adjusted to aim at him. Aaron had already been faster on the draw, but on top of that the man suddenly burst into a coughing fit.
BLAM
The bullet ploughed directly in to the man’s eye socket, laying him flat on his back. He was plainly dead, and yet his mouth moved.
“Damn this frail body! I suppose I’ll have to look for something a little more suitable next time.” The moment the words left the corpse’s mouth, every muscle in the over-drugged man’s body convulsed briefly before falling dead-still again, the blood quickly beginning to form a pool around his head.
Aaron glanced to the man lying around the torch. His blood had also began to pool, reflecting the light from the flame. He was still breathing very shallowly, he surmised. The fact that he wasn’t yet dead was a mere formality before his body realized it could no longer function. A pity. He was going to leave him live.
Aaron -20 Life () ----- -3/-4 Gun Cap (-1 right point-blank)
Possessed OD -200 Life (-200 boom, headshot) – Very Dead Indeed ----- -1 Gun Cap ()
Wardmaster -27 Life – Unconscious or Dead
(Nice shot. Now your choices lie between charging directly after your target, or dreaming up a different direction to strike from. Wherever you go, other than the lobby or near the windows in the upper floors, it's going to be very dark there).
(Oh, and lastly, we'll give Guy a bit of a chance to respond, then have Lily's part come into chronological order while Aaron works out where to go next and Guy picks a heading.)
Posted on 2010-08-08 at 05:29:25.
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Topic: The Wizards' Duel
Subject: Hmm... I like this motif of fire... I'll run with it, if in a bit of a different direction
I am Malibu. I'm on fire. Good luck enjoying that vacation, luv
Posted on 2010-08-07 at 06:02:31.
Edited on 2010-08-07 at 06:03:02 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: WitchCraft: The Strength of a Warrior
Subject: Aaron Update
Tuesday June 1, 1999 (O -3)
12:01 AM – Heavy Rain
Abandoned Hospital B1
“You haven’t killed it, you know.” Aaron paused. “The Fiend Spirit. Even now it is probably looking for a way to strike back at you.”
Aaron turned to the man. He could probably squeeze some information from him, he decided—perhaps he would be willing to share a dirty little secret about the mark, namely where he might be running to.
He decided to start off polite with a subtle air of menace. “Tell me, where has your leader gone? It would be in your best interests to be honest.”
The answer the man was preparing to give apparently did not agree with the question that was asked. He hesitated at first, then answered, “Through those doors there is a corridor that connects to all the operating rooms in this wing. At the end there is a staircase that comes out near to the front entrance. Any moment now they should run into your witch friends.” As he spoke, his eyes trailed to the body behind Aaron, the ODer, a fact that Aaron did not miss.
“I don’t think you’re telling me everything,” Aaron said, tossing off the comment about his friends, for now. “If you’re smart enough to know that the front entrance will probably be guarded, I’m sure your leader won’t run headlong into the trap along with the peons.”
The man practically flinched at the retort. “I- I’m not sure where else he might have go-.”
“You waste my time with your babbling,” Aaron interrupted sharply. This time the man actually did flinch. There was a small sound behind Aaron. The cultist’s eyes darted unsubtly behind Aaron’s back.
“Well, he might have gone to hide upstairs until everything calmed down, but, well, he’ll be ready for anyone following him—and with all that power he’s carrying, too.”
“That’s enough out of you, then-.” Aaron was cut off by a sudden sound from behind him. Prepared for this treachery, he threw himself out of the way before the gunshot went off, triggering cries of protest from his ribs.
The other man wasn’t so lucky, however. With Aaron no longer in the way, there was nothing between him and the path of the bullet. He was struck in the right side of the chest and fell to the floor, clutching the wound.
Aaron quickly looked to the shooter. It was the unconscious man, still laying on the ground with a .38 revolver in his hand. His eyes were bloodshot and vacant, as though he was still unconscious, but his malicious grin refuted that summary.
“Hah! Too bad for him. Did you really think you could be rid of me so simply, mortal?” The voice was different, but the disdainful sneer was the same.
Aaron -20 Life ----- -3/-3 Gun Cap
Possessed OD -1 Gun Cap (-1 unfriendly fire)
Wardmaster -27 Life (-18 shot in the chest) Unconscious and dying, if not dead.
(Since Aaron lacks any nearby cover, he is rather vulnerable, which limits his options. He can keep diving for cover (full round) while the shooter runs out of bullets (he’s got a revolver, so that won’t take long, though it could be dangerous), he can shoot back and hope that he wins initiative (not unlikely) and this one goes down with one or two between the eyes, or else he’ll be a fairly nice target, or lastly he can bolt for either door while being shot at.)
(For Guy and Lily—he hears the gunshot a moment after the men take off down the hall while it reaches her ears climbing the stairs, whatever the individual reactions may be )
Posted on 2010-08-07 at 05:58:25.
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Topic: WitchCraft: The Strength of a Warrior
Subject: The cast spirals off in their varied and sundry directions.
Tuesday June 1, 1999 (O -3)
12:01 AM – Heavy Rain, Strange Women, and Extreme LARPing
Abandoned Hospital B1
Aaron ignored the new woman as he holstered one of his weapons to free up his left hand. More people only made for more chances that someone else would make a huge mistake and screw everything up for him.
He strode over the pool of demonic blood and turned quickly into the operating theatre, gun raised at whosoever felt inclined to mess with him next. The room had mostly emptied in the time he had gunned down the demon. Only the man with the blown knee and the one who had drugged himself unconscious remained.
The unconscious man lay still at the edge of the pentagram where Aaron had first seen him, but the large man who he had shot had dragged himself to the centre of the room next to the central torch. He was still shivering from the adrenaline high and the shock of the pain from his leg. He looked up but said nothing as Aaron came in.
Aaron could see in his eyes that this one was smart, he could see the revelation that inaction meant living overpower his pain-driven instinctual aggression. He ignored him, starting toward the door in the back-right when the cultist spoke up.
“You haven’t killed it, you know.” Aaron paused. “The Fiend Spirit. Even now it is probably looking for a way to strike back at you.”
~***~
The woman shrugged off Aaron’s response and turned to Guy, still holding his chair. She was about to speak when a massive shadow intruded into the area of the torchlight. She tensed up, but realized quickly that the creature coming at her was not hostile. Instead, she froze, waiting to see what it would do.
Lily’s fur shifted from pitch black to an orangey-grey as she stepped into the light, but it couldn’t compensate at such a close range. She stepped forward timidly, like a friendly dog without the tail-wagging, and sniffed the woman’s hand.
“Hello, there. What have you been up to?” the woman said, scratching the large fox behind the ears briefly. “We’ve got business to get to,” she told Lily, letting her pass. She looked up to find that the kid had run off somewhere.
“Keep your eyes open—I don’t know what’s going on, but I think someone beat us to the punch. We don’t know who all is with us or with them, so be very careful,” she told her companions. She clicked on a flashlight with her free hand and stalked down the hall to the door where the light was emanating from.
~***~
From the darkness further down the hall and around a corner, Guy silently counted the newcomers as they approached the door. There were three—the red-haired woman with the glasses, a dark-haired girl about twenty years old and a blond guy about the same age.
Fate had introduced more players. What this meant and what he should do about it he didn’t know. The prey was on the run and his fellow agents were each heading off on an individual heading while yet more fell into the mix. He needed to deal with these developments, and he needed to know his path.
Guy stepped off the stage for a moment to take his queue. He scanned the corridor that stretched away from him, but the illumination was next to completely none. His only clue that the hallway even stretched away in that direction was the empty feel of the air and the way sounds rebounded around him.
Satisfied that he wouldn’t be snuck up upon, he allowed his perception of the present to fade. His irises flared with a soft, silvery light as the future unfolded before his eyes.
He saw the fox again, in the half-light of the entrance, only this time it looked anything but the calm companion that had followed him earlier, sniffing curiously around. It was standing on its hindlegs, hunched over. He caught the smell of fire in the air and heard indistinct shouting in the background before the scene faded.
Next he saw the man who had been shot in the knee by the hitman. He was lying dead in the dark, his body curled up around the torch stand in the middle of the room—which had apparently gone dark.
He saw a stairwell full of people running up to the first floor. The man with the pentacle that the hitman tried to kill stopped at the door to the first floor, and then continued up the stairs alone.
Finally, he saw three men stumbling around in a dark room (clearly his mind’s eye could see in the dark much better than he could himself) until one of them finally found the door and opened it, dropping them all out into the hall that Guy was now in.
Guy sucked in his breath involuntarily as at that very moment he heard a door further down burst open suddenly. He flattened himself out against the wall reflexively. He couldn’t see any of the men and he suspected they couldn’t see him, either, if he held still.
“Wha-? Where are we?” inquired one clearly stoned man. His two fellows fared no better with their mental alacrity.
“Dun’ know. Can’ see a damn thing.” The second
“‘Veryone else wen’ down thataway, I think. I’m hungry.” The third.
“Whaddyou talking ‘bout? Our lives are in-endangered here,” the second asked.
“What? You heard ‘im, s’long as we shut up, we’ll be safe,” the third argued.
“Shuddit both ya. I dun’ want nuthin’ to do with this ‘nymore. Let’s get outta here. This way.” Guy heard the three of them retreating—and then heard it once again, with his ears. He realized that he actually had one last vision, showing him not to interfere with the three men—at least for now.
~***~
Meanwhile Lily padded up the stairs back to the first floor, unaware that she would soon unwillingly join the cast of this very real play.
Lily -5 Essence (10 in use, 10 ambient)
---Camouflage 4/12 rounds
Aaron -20 Life ()
>>> -3/-3 Gun cap ()
(Perfect, that leaves you with some options [except Reralae, but I promise I’ll get you into some action as soon as your fellows advance the timeline] and gives you just enough info to interpret what your options are, roughly.)
(Oh, and a note for Guy--it makes it easier to cobble together a vision if I have an idea what he's looking for specifically and what kind of assumptions he might be making about the future.)
(Finally, don't anyone worry about trying to 'force' their characters together into a party. I'm fully not expecting any of these folks to suddenly come together at the end of this and say 'hey, let's all band together and fight the forces of evil together, whaddya say?' Though of course, if it works for you, you can still try to get to know one another and be friendly )
Posted on 2010-08-06 at 07:55:18.
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Topic: Loaded Dice #53: Do I Have to Say It?
Subject: Devious DM is devious
I'm still waiting for Steve to announce the effects of the damage to the ceiling support structure or some similarly devious way of turning to his favour. 
And no, laziness does not ruin the magic of chibi expressions
Posted on 2010-08-03 at 19:50:32.
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Topic: Com Probs
Subject: Welcome
Welcome to the Asylum, Hazel. Expect to be initiated soon (Eol! Another one over here!).
Here, have a towel.
Posted on 2010-08-03 at 04:51:07.
Edited on 2010-08-03 at 04:51:30 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: WitchCraft: The Strength of a Warrior
Subject: Oops, wasn’t fast enough to post this before Guy
Tuesday June 1, 1999 (O -3)
12:00 AM – Heavy Rain, Jets of Fire, and Lanky Demons
Abandoned Hospital B1
Aaron quickly shot up after the last attack. The demonic thing stood over him, claw already raised to strike. He had heard the woman but chose to ignore her, interrupting the monster’s attack with two quick shots.
BLAM, BLAM
The fiend flinched as it was struck directly in the chest by the first shot, but the second struck the roof somewhere behind it. With a roar of fury and pain, the fiend swept downward at Aaron.
He tried to throw himself back, out of the way of the attack, but wasn’t quite fast enough. The impact threw Aaron a couple feet, leaving him with the sharp pain of several cracked ribs and a few bleeding gashes running up his chest.
Aaron wasted no time putting another bullet into the fiend’s torso, forcing it to take a step back from the impact. Instead of recoiling from the blow, however, the fiend collapsed to one knee from the three bullets blasted into it. Despite the darkness, Aaron could see the shine of light reflecting of the blood beginning to pool beneath it.
The hitman stayed his next shot, and the darkness began to shift and dissolve. The fiend fixed Aaron with a baleful glare and its zipper teeth parted to release a slow, mocking chortle before those, too dissolved. The fiend was gone.
Guy, who was preparing to throw his chair when the demonic creature fell, quickly scanned the darkness for signs that the creature has merely concealed itself. He could see no trace that the fiend had even existed besides the black ichor on the floor. He did, however, see the camouflaged black form of the fox stalking past him.
A glimmer of recognition registered in the back of Lily’s mind as she approached the woman. She was a tall redhead with glasses, wearing a dark raincoat, hood down. Perhaps she had seen her around the shop? A memorable face from the mall? She didn’t know. The woman wasn’t looking back at her.
“Are you okay?” she called to Aaron. “That’s crazy, fighting an evil spirit face-to-face without protection.” She audibly released a sigh of relief. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
Lily -5 Essence (10 in use, 10 ambient)
---Camouflage 1/12 rounds
Aaron -20 Life (-20 clawed)
>>> -3/-3 Gun cap (-2 left, -1 right)
Fiend -126 Life (-56 direct chest hit, +4 regen, -46 chest shot)
(Meant to post this before River had a chance. Oh well, it just means Guy gets to save his ammunition. The newcomer (and Lily, at a slight distance) is standing by the working torch at the entrance to the hall, back to the door that leads out to the elevator alcove. You don't have much time (she seems to recognize this, if you point it out) as the cultists are probably trying to escape by heading out wherever that backdoor in the room leads).
Posted on 2010-07-28 at 05:43:16.
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Topic: The Wizards' Duel
Subject: Don't you know? Rock beats Laser.
I am a wrench, and damage your time machine in various manners until it is beyond repair.
Posted on 2010-07-26 at 04:16:02.
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Topic: The Wizards' Duel
Subject: I hear exorcize is good for your health... or was it something else??
I am a cold, calculating robot, lacking any semblence of a spirit for you to manipulate and programmed for destruction.
Posted on 2010-07-24 at 07:44:21.
Edited on 2010-07-24 at 07:45:08 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: WitchCraft: The Strength of a Warrior
Subject: New enemies and new allies? Aaron is certainly taking the whole supernatural deal in stride.
Tuesday June 1, 1999 (O -3)
12:00 AM – Heavy Rain, Intermittent Thunder and Lightning
Abandoned Hospital
Without the torch, the hall fell dark save for the light from the torches both within the room and at the hall’s entrance. The smouldering embers of what was once the torch stand continued to glow for a moment more.
The young therianthrope’s animal instinct balked at the fiery display coming so close to her and she retreated several steps up the hall, allowing her fur to blur and darken, camouflaging herself.
Aaron levelled his pistol at where a comer’s head would appear and waited for his first victim to come looking for a rough time. If they were smart, they would stick where they were, though a part of him quietly hoped at least one or two would try something stupid, just to keep things lively.
Beside him the high school student seer considered focusing his mental gifts, but decided against seeking insight. He would wait until his enemies came out to greet him before calling on his battle precognition.
The three’s keen ears picked up Anderson’s voice from the room. “Come, I will finish the binding. We will let the demon take care of them, then.” The next words were again from whatever pseudo-latin-ish language he had made up.
“Pactio mandato!” Anderson intoned. It all sounded like superstitious hocus-pocus nonsense to Aaron, but hey—where did that column of flame come from, after all? When he looked the first time he didn’t see any demon standing in the room, but he was hesitant to write off the possibility.
“There is a shield around him that you cannot see. You wouldn't have missed last time where it not for its presence.” Guy quickly explained to the hitman. “Do you know of any other entrances to that room?”
Aaron was just considering the possibility that the back door he had seen would make for an expedient escape for his mark when the air in front of him wavered quite suddenly. Over the course of a second the air seemed to congeal and solidify right before him into a humanoid form about eight feet tall.
In the scant light from the room Aaron could make out a thin but muscled demonic form with black-reddish-brown pebbled skin, a smile of interlocking teeth jutting out from its mouth, two slender horns that swept back, and cold, blank white eyes. It stood straight, but hunched at its shoulders, the tops of its horns brushing against the roof of the hall.
If Aaron had been anyone other than who he was, he might have become wildly panicked, dropping everything to run at a dead sprint as far away from this hospital as he could, straight to a nice, safe padded cell. As it was, Aaron was made of something tougher than most, with a gift for ballsy-ness. He raised his gun from human-head-level up two feet to demon-head-level and commenced with his original plan.
The hall roared with the report of another gunshot. The beast reeled back with the force of the point-blank shot, then caught itself and grinned at Aaron. Blood—or at least the equivalent thereof—flowed from the creature’s cheek where the bullet had penetrated.
It raised a decidedly oversized claw, “Stand aside, mortal, there are others far more delicious than you here,” and struck. Aaron easily ducked under the fiendishly quick attack, and then barely rolled aside a crushing blow from the demon’s other claw. It was fast, but so far Aaron was proving to be faster—if just.
A woman’s voice called from the end of the hall behind him. “Lure it out into the open!”
Lily -5 Essence (-5 camouflage, 10 in use, 10 ambient)
---Camouflage 0/12 rounds
Aaron -1/-2 Gun cap (right fired)
Fiend -28 Life (-32 grazed headshot, +4 regen)
(By the way, both Guy and Lily succeeded on their OMGWTF Roll (read: fear test) and can act normally. As you might suppose from the cap Aaron just busted into the monster's face, he isn't much affected either.)
Posted on 2010-07-23 at 21:13:44.
Edited on 2010-07-23 at 21:19:30 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Dragonchat, you want to use it
Subject: A successful day in Chatting
Well, I would call that a pretty successful chat reinvigouration attempt... I think we topped at about 9 members before maintaining a fairly contant 7 as people appeared and disappeared simultaneously.
Posted on 2010-07-23 at 03:19:43.
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Topic: Dragonchat, you want to use it
Subject: Haha!
Yes! Join us! We may or may not have cookies (it's RotS' house, so I don't know).
Posted on 2010-07-22 at 21:13:04.
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Topic: WitchCraft: The Strength of a Warrior
Subject: Aaron rubs elbows with the supernatural, but is too excited to be mindlessly afraid =D
Tuesday June 1, 1999 (O -3)
12:00 AM – Heavy Rain, Intermittent Thunder and Lightning
Abandoned Hospital
“My word still stands. Anyone wishing to live simply stay down and don’t intervene!”
Guy didn’t even have the presence of mind to warn Aaron, much less the time. The hitman pointed his 10mm at the insulting man.
BLAM
Aaron fired a single shot with deadly precision directly at the offender’s head, but instead of going down like a sack of potatoes from that one fatal blow, Anderson merely flinched as a transparent bubble flared up at its edges with light, throwing ripples out from where the bullet had struck and mashed itself against mostly invisible barrier.
The hired killer had no time to wrap his mind around the absurdity he had just witnessed as the man to his right raised his arm toward him. Aaron’s military training kicked in and he remembered his original plan, not taking time to care that the Baseball Cap didn’t have a gun in his hand.
He dove through the door he just entered, whipping around into the cover provided by the one closed door and nearly running into the young man who had followed him, all while a column of fire erupted from the room nearly simultaneously, engulfing the torch and scorching the opposite wall.
Aaron Smith, professional hitman, hadn’t felt quite this alive since the last time he’d been the target of a job. Oh yes, this mark would make for an interesting game indeed.
He quickly realized that the inch-thick door at his back would provide only marginal cover at best, and so shoved the Indian boy and himself further down to solid wall before someone in the other room located their misplaced wits and sense and decided to draw a gun.
Lily Full Essence (10 in use, 10 ambient)
Aaron -1/-1 Gun cap (right fired)
(btw, Aaron rolled 30 dmg again, though this time from a roll of 6, not because point-blank bonuses)
(Begin Intention Phase of the next round of combat--that goes for everyone, even if your Intentions involve licking your nose and passively watching the excitement.
For clarification, Lily is by the left side of the open door, while Guy and Aaron are both on the right side of the closed door sorta like L|_|#|AG, if that makes any sense. Behind Guy is the way you came.)
Props go to Alacrity's game "Rocinante" which updated earlier and I had been using as partial inspiration for some colourful turns of phrase in my post
Posted on 2010-07-21 at 09:21:40.
Edited on 2010-07-21 at 18:19:32 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Recommendations?
Subject: Do I have the honour?
Allow me to be the first (if I can make it in before Loki posts) of likely many to welcome you to the Inn (in their various and sundry... ah... manners of doing so).
First hint for looking for a game to play in is to spot the yellow dots in the Latest Updated Topics--recruitment threads. Beyond that, I know many DMs like to trawl through the comings and goings thread hoping to snap up an extra player for ongoing and ongoing game or to advertise a new one.
As it is, I don't know which games are recruiting at the moment, but I'm sure there will be someone who does who'll come along soon enough and point you (or kidnap you) in the right direction.
Posted on 2010-07-21 at 09:18:14.
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Topic: WitchCraft: The Strength of a Warrior
Subject: I think you're going to have to use stronger language at him, or else a demonstation :3
Tuesday June 1, 1999 (O -3)
12:00 AM – Heavy Rain, Intermittent Thunder and Lightning
Abandoned Hospital
“You have been handed some rather unfortunate luck this night. I have been hired to wipe out Marcus Daniel Anderson. However, due to my own nature, I give each of my victims the opportunity to save themselves. As it stands, your challenge is the riddle I have just given you. If you manage to solve it within the next ten minutes, I will walk out of here and you shall all keep your lives. If the time limit is reached, or you give me the incorrect answer, you shall die. Only Anderson need worry about this challenge; any one else who intervenes will be killed without hesitation. Otherwise, stay silent and keep your miserable lives.”
The young man with the cap poking out from under his hood turned in alarm and confusion to the pentacle wearer.
A more mature voice emerged from the hood in a smooth laughter. “You are meddling in affairs beyond your ken, hitman. You have stumbled into a world in which you are but a mewling babe among wolves.” This man was clearly the preacher who was speaking from before. With a quick flick he removed his cowl to reveal his entire face—the same as in the photo provided to Aaron.
“However,” he continued, “because I, too, am feeling rather magnanimous this night, and because your audacity amuses me, hitman, I shall forgive you your foolishness and allow you to leave before you humiliate yourself any further. Go now, before your life becomes collateral damage in the slaughter of our enemies that is to come.”
Guy forestalled his chair-related plots to see where things were going. This Anderson man had dismissed the hitman with a self-confident swagger, but somehow he suspected that wouldn’t be the end of the story.
(The crowd inside doesn’t seem to have spotted either of Guy or Lily, both of which remain outside the room, looking in.)
Lily Full (10 in use, 10 ambient)
Posted on 2010-07-21 at 01:59:10.
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Topic: WitchCraft: The Strength of a Warrior
Subject: Aaron plays with his victims a little before he finishes them.
Tuesday June 1, 1999 (O -3)
12:00 AM – Heavy Rain, Intermittent Thunder and Lightning
Abandoned Hospital
Aaron drew both his handguns and stepped suddenly out in front of the door, drawing a couple confused looks. He took aim with his left and squeezed a single shot, point-blank, into the back of the knee of the man closest to him. With a cry of pain he collapsed to the ground, clutching his blown knee cap while the roaring echo of the shot faded, getting Aaron the full undivided attention of at least most of the room (specifically excluding at least one of the kneeling participants sprawled unconscious in some drug-high).
Aaron let the have a second to work out that they were not under attack yet, before offering his riddle. He made note of another door on the right wall at the back, then he noticed that one of the two figures in the back wore a black baseball cap under his hood, and the other had a distinct pentacle hanging around his neck. Target found—now it was time to play.
“From the beginning of eternity
To the end of time and space,
To the beginning of every end
And the end of every place,
What am I?”
There was a stunned silence, then Baseball Cap was the first to answer. “What the f***? Who the hell are you!? What do you think you’re doing here?”
As the man spoke, Aaron caught a glimpse of a handgun under his robes, holstered in his belt. The man sounded young—maybe about the same age as himself.
Behind him, Lily contented herself to watch proceedings from the safety of the hall, while Guy waited to see the outcome of the exchange.
Lily Full Essence (10 in use, 10 ambient)
(If there were any magicians in the group, I’d tell you that now officially begins the witching hour. As no one here can cast invocations or use necromantic powers, it is unimportant to you, save perhaps to Lily who has already used the energy in transformation.)
Posted on 2010-07-17 at 02:15:57.
Edited on 2010-07-17 at 02:49:11 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: RPG Myth Breakers #3 - Stealth in Armor
Subject: XD
It's either that or a "What do you mean I can't hide in an open field by ducking under the grass while the enemy watches me?"
I once had a similar experience when we decide to sneak past a sleeping dragon, and as the meatshield I was obliged to follow. Actually, due to fear or movement speed and Armour Check penalties, I maintained strictly light armour, but still managed to fumble and ram my weapon down the dragon's throat anyway
Posted on 2010-07-14 at 04:37:36.
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Topic: WitchCraft: The Strength of a Warrior
Subject: Of satanic cults, dancing flames, and operating theatres
Monday May 31, 1999 (O -3)
11:57 PM – Heavy Rain, Intermittent Thunder and Lightning
Abandoned Hospital
Aaron the Great realized that going upstairs was unlikely to bring him to his target. Rather, the happy satanic campers downstairs seemed to be calling for his attention. Drug dealers and cultists have gone hand-in-hand in the past, so he reasoned that he might as well pop down for a look. He glanced back at the entrance where the kid and his dog were exploring. Aaron disregarded them and continued without their notice—once the first shots rang out, he would quit his playing around in abandoned buildings and run, if they were smart.
The stairs followed down halfway to the ground, then rounded back on themselves. At the foot of the stairs Aaron came to an alcove for the elevators like the one just above. Here below, however, was lit by a single torch stand next to an open set of doors, directly under the one he came through above. On the wall next to the torch was a poorly made spray-painted pentagram among other small examples of miscellaneous graffiti.
The signage next to the door indicated that the hall to lead to the theatre. With a pre-emptive glance, he saw that the hall to the theatre was dark but clear of lookouts. Aaron followed it down to another torch stand. Apparently these fanatics were into the fire and brimstone imagery for their rituals.
The speaker from before was no longer projecting his voice into the rafters, so to speak, but continued loud enough for Aaron to listen in on. “The Hour is upon us to draw on our Lord’s gifts to enact His will. The ward has already been prepared and is ready for the summoning to begin.”
Aaron stepped around the torch to a set of double doors on the right labelled ‘Operating Theatre’, one of which was half-opened. From where he stood he could clearly hear the ritualistic chanting coming from the room cease. Aaron slid up to the closed door and brought his eye to the small round window to look for his mark among the fanatics.
A fairly large group of people knelt around a large pentagram on the floor, with three cloaked members standing with their arms raised. In the centre of the pentagram was a raised pedestal that in another age would have served to support an operating table but now supported another of those torches. There were several needles lying about and even from this side of the door Aaron could smell mixed marijuana and tobacco smoke.
The same voice reverently intoned a short phrase in some made-up language with bits of some kind of pseudo-latin thrown in, “Eya loque heetha throph, Spiritus Malefico.”
Aaron couldn’t pick out which of the three was the speaker between a heavyset taller figure at the near end of the circle or the two of average size deeper in before the torch in the centre suddenly roared with a sudden flare of intensity.
As he recoiled from the unexpected pyrotechnics, he noticed the young man and his dog at the entrance to the hall—no wait, as they passed the torch there, Aaron could clearly see that the animal was some kind of grey wolf, or more like a giant fox, actually.
The young man—Indian-American descent Aaron judged—strode purposefully down the hall with all the confidence of youthfulness, carrying a chair under his arm and with the wolf-fox hybrid trailing just behind him. Before he could decide what to do about this persistent intruder, the same speaker spoke up again.
“Fiendish Spirit, I bind thee to my will to destroy the enemies of our Lord who are even now coming here to hinder our great cause. As a reward for your service, I will release you to hunt in this city.” The fire wavered in the draft-less basement while the kneeling men looked on with a combination of stoned awe and glazed-eyed reverence.
(Aaron is standing just behind the closed door, Guy is approaching from some 30 feet down the hall, with Lily right behind him. If anyone were to react right away and leap in head-first, initiative would start just in time to interrupt the last bit of what the summoner was saying, or perhaps punctuate his sentence with a high-powered round through someone’s skull. Note that WC combat runs with everyone declaring their intentions for each round before anything goes down (which works pretty well for play-by-post, don’t you think?) and initiative moving pretty flexibly depending on how time-consuming your actions were last and even what kind of weapon you’re using.)
(So, what does Aaron do? Does he maintain his cover to chat with the newcomer, letting the weirdoes incant their fancy little words, or does he go ahead and start sending demonists and drugees and their funky moving flame to hell? [If Aaron does nothing but others know for certain they're running in head-first, don't feel the need to wait to see what the hitman does])
Lily Full Essence (+3 regen, 10 in use, 10 ambient)
Posted on 2010-07-13 at 05:22:09.
Edited on 2010-07-13 at 05:34:58 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Who knew Arirthosvutha's other name was Mr. Exposition? :3
Meeting Irthos
Sunday, June 29, 1008
Ixenedar Residential Sector – Temple
"Master Irthos, your words are immersed in wisdom, and it is more than sound that we should cooperate with you in order to bring this violence to an end. I may not speak for the others in this situation but only myself in this one factor however: I do not wish to perpetrate violence in order to remove violence, at least not unless it is a last resort. So what do you mean when you state that we must 'assist you in your attempts to remove the cult and be chosen to lead your people in the future'?"
“I mean quite simply that you aid me in doing what is necessary to take down this cult and establish a stable leader who can see this colony to a prosperous future,” Irthos fixed Ray with his orange gaze, his tone polite and matter of fact. “I have no desire to shed the blood of my people unnecessarily, and though I believe our enemies can be weakened by more subversive means before any combat begins, I think it would be foolish to hope our enemies would hesitate to use such extremes.
“This cult is a vile contagion that is poisoning the good relations we have held in this territory, and as such it must be purged. Still, much of the cult and its sympathizers are merely deluded individuals who must first be disillusioned before any conflict breaks out, or else we risk reinforcing their allegiance.
“The lives of my people are precious to me as the should be to any good leader, make no mistake, however, as with a good leader, I am prepared to do what must be done for the sake of the greater good. I trust you see my reasoning is compatible with diplomacy while still preparing for the eventual conflict.”
“May I presume that you are willing to assist my endeavours to restore peace to these caverns?”
[Assuming yes, but if there are still serious objections, I’m flexible for comment]
Galen had the next question. “Do you know for sure that the assassins were human?” he asked softly, rubbing his chin with a hand thoughtfully.
“Indeed. We have no proof of this, but neither are we in any doubt. Perhaps it would be best explained if I filled you in on the details of the assassination—but first, let us move to my offices.”
We were guided to another room in the temple, loosing the clerics as they were dismissed to other duties, but keeping Nerisk, the High Priest. Irthos took a seat at a raised desk that Napoleon would have enjoyed while Nerisk stood silently by the door.
“Human visitors, while uncommon, are not a rare occurrence—or at least they are when we aren’t locked down. Usually we get traders and craftsmen of all types, with occasional guests of other kinds. Two human males and a human female came to our city last week under the guise of traders and left the same day. It wasn’t until the next morning when Versveshin’s body was discovered in his offices in the Roost. Nerisk can tell you the details, as it was his duty to examine the body.”
Prompted, the brown priestly kobold explained. “I found Versveshin’s body in his study. There was no apparent cause of death and his only injury was a severed ring finger. Around the body there was a toppled chair and a spilled goblet, the contents of which had long dried. I concluded that his drink had been poisoned and that his finger and the ring he wore on it had been taken to claim bounty.”
Irthos continued. “After news of the assassination spread, many remembered that the human visitors from the day before, particularly the males who, according to rumour, seemed excessively muscular for typical traders.
“Given that no one within our ranks performed the deed and there is no apparent motive for anyone else, the suspicion fell upon the visitors.”
“Hmm... we'll need to be careful,” Galen thought aloud, “otherwise others may suspect that we're connected in some means to them, putting them wary and on the defensive... hardly the best atmosphere to try to get close to the cult to break it.”
“You are correct, there will be some who will become suspicious, though soon the word should spread among my followers. Among the regular people you may face discrimination, but with those of Versveshin’s following I expect they will react no differently than they would have otherwise once they learn that there are rumours of humans inside Ixenedar after they ordered the lockdown.”
(… …) “Setting aside all that, Ray is right. We don't want to invoke bloodshed here. Doing so, especially by a third, previously uninvolved party, could create a martyr, solidifying the cult rather than dissolving it...” Galen mused, “No . . . to dissolve it . . . we need to determine the source, and expose it.”
“Precisely,” replied Irthos, nodding once, “I am working on this presently.”
Galen tilted his head at the Vorastrix, “You mentioned that the previous watcher changed upon going to ‘the Roost’. Do you have any information you can give us about that place? I’ll also need to know about the personality of the previous watcher before going there. The last thing I can think of . . . is there a ‘doctrine’ or similar for this cult that you can provide us? There may be references or hints in it that may help us figure out how to dissolve it.”
“The Roost lies high above the city further up the mountain. It was once used for a lair by a dragon, many years back, but since the kobolds of this mountain have lived here it has been an entrance to receive airborne visitors too large to use the main entrance—namely dragons. There are few things of note up there other than a large stone tablet inscribed with an old prophecy that has been here since before our tribe and whatever Vesveshin brought with him.
“As for Vesveshin’s change in attitude, I believe the visitors he met with played a large role in this. For whatever reason, it appears that the visitors—whom, for a growing number of reasons, may have been a dragon—convinced him that he would lead the petisse in the conquest and prosperity as a legendary visionary and prophet. If you are consider enchantment, know that I, too have considered the possibility and believe it to be unlikely, given that Versveshin, too, was a Vorastrix of no small power and was thus well trained in the art of magic.
“Finally, with regards to your question about the cult’s doctrine, I’m afraid you are unlikely to uncover many hidden insights. Their teachings and goals are fairly simple—that the petisse are of superior stock than the other races should unite against them to wrest dominance over this land from their inefficient control. This may sound exceedingly foolish to you, but remember that many of the citizens have spent their whole lives in this colony and suddenly the simple possibility of inciting such change becomes a very enticing prospect.”
(Naturally, I’m pretending some things were never said in the light of information that negates their purpose. You may notice that I’ve put this game ‘on hiatus’ more as a reflection of the general upkeep of it rather than to say I won’t be able to post for a while.)
(Lastly, in my defence, I only manage to crank out such massive posts usually because I have so much information to give you, as the DM [which isn't to say I haven't seen players pull off some truly ridiculous lengths].)
EDIT: Also, if no one has anything to reply, I could work out some moving-on. I'm just too tired tonight to think much more.
P.P.S. Happy Birthday to me. :p
Posted on 2010-07-11 at 07:11:27.
Edited on 2010-07-11 at 07:14:01 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Anime Freaks Posting Game
Subject: I just finished this one recently
That's just showing off, Lyra. Nice.
Haibane Renmei
(a.k.a. Ashfeather Federation)
Posted on 2010-07-09 at 19:43:49.
Edited on 2010-07-09 at 19:45:00 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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