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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: Thanks--I learned it from the Tome of Horrors
Somatic
Components
Require the
Intense
Bravado of
Bedlam and
Loquaciousness to be
Esoteric
Posted on 2010-07-09 at 00:24:19.
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Topic: Anime Freaks Posting Game
Subject: Hmm.... most of those I know are already taken...
Vamp Knight is a repeat 
But that aside, let's go with....
Samurai Champloo.
Posted on 2010-07-08 at 23:25:21.
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Topic: WitchCraft: The Strength of a Warrior
Subject: A Post I forgot to make before Reralae hijacked me.
Monday May 31, 1999 (O -3)
11:57 PM – Heavy Rain
Abandoned Hospital
Lily glanced at the human who had followed her, then ignored him. Guy could only imagine that this was a good thing. Well, they hadn’t exactly established an alliance, but it hadn’t mauled him on sight. Good thing indeed.
Inside the hospital was very dark, with the only light being that of some flame coming up from the far side of the basement through a large oval opening in the floor. The street lights were already dim but more than a few feet into the building their effect was nonexistent. Guy could just make out the reflected points off a circular island-desk that must have once served to greet visitors.
From where he stood by the elevators at the opposite end of the room, Aaron could just make out the figures of somebody and a rather large dog coming in through the front doors. A brilliant flash of lightning threw the whole floor into illumination through the glass ceiling over the opening in the floor. The room that his elevator-alcove was attached to was largely empty save for the front desk and the large opening that covered most of the first floor. Close on his end he could see where the stairs down began, but more importantly, he also saw the sign indicating the main stairs up just around the corner.
The rumble from the bolt slowly died away and the echoes of a man’s voice became audible from somewhere in the basement. “—We, the illuminated servants of the True Lord of the Earth and Brother of Light will rise up out of the ashes of the Old World to take our rightful place in dominion over the world under the glory of the Light Brother!”
Both Guy and Lily could sense the build up of energy or qi or whatever they preferred to call it coming from ahead and below them. Guy paused to look around the room, looking for something that he could viably use as a weapon. He spied a plastic chair with metal legs neglected in the corner and fetched it, tucking it under his arm. It might look more than a little odd, but he figured the chair weighed no more than seven or eight pounds, so it would be make for good throwing—even more so that it might not break after the first hit like some of his less fortunate choice of weapons had.
Lily -3 Essense
Posted on 2010-07-04 at 23:04:27.
Edited on 2010-07-05 at 07:47:37 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: To prove we got . . .
Guts
Posted on 2010-06-29 at 07:54:27.
Edited on 2010-06-29 at 07:54:39 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Tornado missed me
Subject: It's all a question of perspective
Did the tornado miss you... or did you expertly dodge the tornado? What was it's THAC0?
Posted on 2010-06-29 at 05:38:17.
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Topic: WitchCraft: The Strength of a Warrior
Subject: The calm before the storm happening during a storm.... now that's deep... layers deep.
Monday May 31, 1999 (O -3)
11:53 PM – Heavy Rain
Abandoned Hospital
“Chains of the Gods.” Guy murmured in disbelief as the woman walked away from him down the street. “She’s mad.”
Guy considered tailing her, but for all her odd mannerisms and strange beliefs, he had more pressing matters. If she truly was a player in tonight’s performance, she would be back soon enough. He glanced at the entrance of the hospital, but he wasn’t finished with his business outside, yet.
The Indian-Native-American jaywalked across the street to where he had seen the dark figure emerge from earlier. He glanced into the alley and determined that he was alone. Guy entered the alley, alert for signs of the man’s return and followed it to where the motorcycle was parked. Specific details aside, Guy had no doubt this was the same motorcycle as from his vision.
Glancing back at the hospital, he considered this sign. At least one of two expected players had arrived, and the other may or may not have already passed by. Still, there were unclear details. Guy took a seat next to the motorcycle, the wet ground not bothering him as thoroughly as he was already soaked by the rain, and easily slipped into a meditative trance.
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The storm blowing in from Lake Superior raged with renewed vigour once more that day. The residents of Adelaide hunkered to endure another of their city’s great storms as the wind picked up again and the sky lit up with impressive discharges of lightning. Lily leapt from shadow to shadow, avoiding the streetlights as the rain soaked through her colour-changed fur.
She rounded the corner to the hospital as a resounding crash of thunder shook the skies. Here she slowed her pace and lowered herself to the ground, looking to see if the man from before was in sight. She couldn’t see him, but she didn’t doubt one of his inner strength would be around in this place where so much ambient qi had gathered—or been gathered.
The large grey fox stalked across the hospital grounds, keeping alert for others that may be approaching. When she got under the sheltered part of the front walk, she didn’t even want to suppress the urge to shake herself free of water. With that need satisfied, she peered into the darkness inside the building. There was a faint orangey glow from somewhere deep inside, but from where she was outside, she could see very little other than blackness.
Remembering that her camouflaged fur would only remain so for so long, she slipped into the first set of doors and into the entrance and slunk to a corner where she wouldn’t be easily seen.
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Guy saw a vague shape the size of a large dog crossing the grass toward the hospital’s entrance, then in the darkness of the building’s entrance he saw the veil fall away revealing a great grey fox. He saw the man stalking the night blackened halls of the hospital with what appeared to be a sniper rifle slung over his shoulder. He could see a large pentagram drawn in chalk and illuminated by the orange light of a fire—probably several fires, in fact and could hear voices. He saw three figures in raincoats standing in a circle facing each other holding hands. Next, he saw himself, agent of Fate, standing somewhere in the dark of the hospital, irises alight with the glow of the second sight. Finally, he heard a chaos of shouting, gunfire, crashes, and even several pronounced growls accompanying a canvas of equal parts shadow and fire.
As the images faded from his inner eye, Guy did not break his trance. The vision did not tell him much, but it certainly didn’t tell him nothing. The scenes that crossed through his mind showed him little of the exact course of events, but there was other information. First, that the fox from his previous vision would appear in literal form soon enough, and that the other actor in the grand play would soon be in position. Second, that there were more players involved, though their individual significance he questioned—they would be considered together as a single player. Finally, the vision told him that all the pieces acting in the upcoming conflict had arrived, and that the outcome of the fight would not be revealed yet.
Such was often the way of Fate to withhold foreknowledge of the outcome of its more complex and climactic chapters. Either way, he knew he would soon be called to the stage and so he watched for his queue from the mouth of the alley.
He had only a few breaths to wait before he saw an indistinct blurb cross the lawn around the hospital. Guy waited until he believed it had entered the building before taking his queue and crossing the street for himself.
Standing at the end of the front walk, Guy felt a surge of energy build up from somewhere to his right. The trio of players were nearly ready to begin, and now only he himself was left to get his game on. In response, he strode into the entrance in a passive manner, his hands in his pockets. Right away he saw the fox to his right, and it saw him. It truly was no ordinary fox, being easily as large as a wolf, though the large tail gave it away for what it really was.
He watched it, maintaining his casual non-threatening pose at let it make the first move. He had every confidence that this creature was some odd for of ally in the upcoming fight against inhumanity, but in the back of his mind he hoped its first reaction wouldn’t be to go out for an appetizer.
(Alright, as I mentioned in PM, Guy’s actions don’t quite follow with reality, so I modified them a little bit. He didn’t seem to have quite as much motivation for following Lily as before, and quite simply it was easier that to try to have Guy stealth after Lily for however many blocks until one confronted the other or managed to get away unnoticed. All lines are caught up as of Aaron making it to the door and Guy and Lily spotting each other. Aaron doesn’t see the front entrance nor either of the two there. Time for Aaron, the only one still possessing a watch, is 11:57)
Guy Full Essence (-4 psychic channelling, +4 regen)
Lily -3 Essence (+2 regen)
(for future references, these numbers are current numbers, not modifications, so Lily’s -3 doesn’t mean she lost 3 this post, but she has 3 less than full (meaning she regenerated 2 points over this post))
Posted on 2010-06-29 at 02:02:01.
Edited on 2010-07-04 at 21:09:55 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: In which we are willingly abducted and offered a position in politics… for Science.
… for Science.
Early Afternoon
Sunday, June 29, 1008
Ixenedar Volcano
The journey by cart up to the entrance of the kobold city Ixenedar took only about an hour, setting out from the southwest road then turning off to a smaller path leading toward the mountain.
The ancient volcano stood tall and partially covered in trees. The peak, covered in a small summer snowcap, rounded off in a jagged vent that lent the imagination to the smoking mountain spewing ash into the heavens that it was in life.
Centuries ago, however, the edifice spewed its last, and the earth beneath the surface no longer overflowed with magma, but with the reptilian civilization of the kobolds. As we approached the entrance, we could see a sign written in large runes with the English letters in smaller font beneath: “Ixenedar”. The entrance itself was superbly worked into the mountain face with a well made wooden gate.
Before we had made it that far, though, a pair of crossbow-carrying sentries wearing cloaks stopped us. They each wore a leather cuirass, but nothing besides that (which, for reptiles, wasn’t a terribly revealing choice). Each of the little lizards stood a little more than two feet tall, but their elevated station placed them easily high enough to look down at us. “Halt. The Ixenedar is closed to outsiders at this time. What is your business?”
We let Ray introduce us, stating that we are emissaries from the King, that we are aware in general of the situation and that we have been sent to maintain diplomatic relations in the area. The kobolds didn’t respond right away, instead exchanging a meaningful glance.
“This is good news. Come, we take you in right away.” The kobold made a whistling sound (with their lips, I can only imagine how he made it) and a half dozen more guards appeared out of the surrounding area, each carrying a crossbow with them. Two of the kobolds lead our wagon aside and took up sentry duty, while the remainder surrounded us in what we hoped was a protective escort and lead us in.
(Interaction or objection to entry here, though this was our goal, so I’m assuming we continue unless someone makes a funny face.)
The ceiling of the tunnels topped at just about six and a half feet, which while leaving head room for everyone still felt enclosed. Once the gates closed behind us, the only source of light was a small flameless device resembling a lantern and the rest of the cave fell into darkness. The kobolds were not insensitive to the visual needs of other races, though, and one of them uncovered and handed me a second of the glowing lanterns.
We set out into the darkness, lead by the kobold escort, heading forward and slightly down. We passed other lanterns set into the walls, though they came few and too far between to be of any real use to human eyes other than a vague suggestion in the distance which way the tunnel went. The journey reminded me a lot of Onu-koro.
One the way down, our benefactors conversed in conspiratorial tones. Before long the tunnel opened up to a level and we started being passed occasionally by other kobolds, always franticly moving in this direction or that and barely regarding us with a glance before they continued their work.
We were directed to a pulley elevator and taken down even further into the earth to what appeared to be a residential area several levels below. Here, too, everything was dark with an archipelago of small lights casting their illumination in little islands, though at least here the illumination was enough to navigate fairly easily by. The kobold took my lantern back and covered it again while I wondered if they were offended when you had to bend over to reach them.
With a sense of urgency, our escort conducted us through the streets, seemingly avoiding the main roads, until we came to a temple, which we were ushered into. We were shown to back room and given our lantern back (thankfully only ducking slightly when it came to most of the doors).
“Wait here, please. You be seen shortly,” our escort told us, then left us alone.
The room we were shown into was well within the lantern’s power to illuminate. The walls were covered in a sort of mural of stone carved in relief, including many draconic images and scenes of battle and life in kobold history.
(Room for a little discussion or inspection, if any)
We had only a few moments to converse amongst ourselves before the room’s other doors opened, admitting several kobolds. The leader of the newcomers was a short (well, shorter) kobold with black scales flecked with red and wearing a crimson cloak. He wore a couple rings on his hands and one on his tail and carried a staff.
“Greetings, I am Arirthosvutha Vorastrix and you will need my help, as much as I need yours. These are a few of my other allies, Nerisk Sunathaer-tur, High Priest of our city and some of his clerics.
“I apologize for the brusqueness of your welcome, but it was necessary to ensure that our enemies did not stop you. Even now rumours are probably spreading of humans sighted in the city, but these voices will be small for a few days yet. We will have to act quickly, but that is no matter; time was always short and we knew that.” There was a pause as the kobold pondered.
Arirthosvutha glanced up from his tangential deliberations and considered us. “I imagine you are in no small confusion right now. As diplomats you must be aware of the recent troubles we have had regarding our leadership, though perhaps you do not yet know the whole story.
“About four or five weeks ago our All-Watcher received mysterious visitors in the Roost. Shortly after that he began to act strangely. He had his offices moved from the Staging Sector up to the Roost and took to spreading propaganda that he had seen a vision telling him that it was the destiny of the petisse that we would dominate this land, calling himself Lorsvexear—a prophet.
“As you can imagine, this foolishness attracted support by those sorts of people whose ambition outweighed their common sense. Just as much, there were those of us, such as those you see before you, who recognized this vision for the folly that it was—particularly the few of us who have seen the world beyond the halls of the Ixenedar and understand the impossibility of such a fancy.
“I had planned to call Versveshin out for the false visionary he was in a public speech, however he was assassinated without warning by a group of humans and we were forced to lay low for a while for fear of association with the event.
“This last week we have been busy planning while Versveshin’s followers have been manoeuvring to set another from their number as leader and all-watcher for Ixenedar. This is where you come in. As diplomatic emissaries, you want a maekrix who wishes to maintain peaceful relations between our peoples. Therefore, it is in your best interest to assist me in my attempts to remove the cult and be chosen to lead my people in the future. Will you aid me? You may discuss amongst yourselves.”
(Time for Opinions and Q&A period with maekrix-aspirant Irthos Vorastrix. Meanwhile, Jeremy has become Schrödinger’s Character, and as such exists in a quantum state of being both in the game and not in the game. Once I figure out what serves as the analogue for the box, I’ll tell you whether the cat’s dead or alive. Anything else to mention I can’t think of right now ‘cause I have a nosebleed and I want to go to bed.)
Posted on 2010-06-24 at 08:39:22.
Edited on 2010-06-24 at 08:42:00 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Til death do you...
Part
Posted on 2010-06-23 at 06:36:14.
Edited on 2010-06-23 at 06:36:41 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Realms of Twilight - Winds and Sand Recruitment
Subject: Pathfinder
I'm actually running my own game currently in a sort of Pathfinder/3.5 mix. There are apparently some who grandly dislike pathfinder, but I find that it takes a step or two towards fixing some of the things that my group had been houseruling into 3.5 and is otherwise generally very usable to those who know 3.5
Of course, there are a couple things that work rather differently that you may want to look into, but all that information is easily found on the SRD here: www.d20pfsrd.com
EDIT: Alright, I fixed the link (though I'm not exactly sure what I did that fixed it) and it is now working
Though, this being Steelight's game, you may wish to get from him any specific information in case anything differs.
Posted on 2010-06-21 at 20:35:24.
Edited on 2010-06-21 at 20:41:57 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: Station
Sabbotaging
Tanar'ri
Affects
Tertiary
Intraplanar
Oneiromantic
Nebulae
Posted on 2010-06-18 at 04:52:39.
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Topic: The Skill Check Game
Subject: A guy walks into a bar and says "Ouch".
Congradulations! The solid steel bar was positioned about head-level directly in front of you. Too bad you didn't roll the success before you 'found' it. I'd put some ice on that if I were you.
I shall attempt to roll up a Bluff check.
Posted on 2010-06-16 at 20:05:07.
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Topic: WitchCraft: The Strength of a Warrior
Subject: When there's a cult of fanatics in your neighbourhood, who do you call?
Monday May 31, 1999 (O -3)
11:52 PM – Heavy Rain
Abandoned Hospital
Aaron stepped back deeper into the alley when he realized the people in front of the hospital weren’t going to pass right away. In a few expert movements he partially dismantled his M 107 Sniper Rifle and secured the components underneath the cloak of his duster. Allowing the garment to fall naturally, his lethality was completely concealed.
He stepped out of the alley and hung right, not even glancing at the two across the street. One of the best ways to sneak about unnoticed was to simply act as you would any other day, as if you weren’t concealing three fairly powerful loaded firearms beneath your outerwear.
Guy saw a man in a long black coat and hat step out of the alley he had noticed earlier as the woman was excusing herself. From where he was standing he could see nothing unusual about the man, so he ignored him for now. This wasn’t exactly the cleanest neighbourhood in Adelaide.
At the lights Aaron skipped across the street without waiting for the walk signal. No need to draw attention to himself by conscientiously heeding the law when no cars could be seen for several streets in either direction. The young woman passed him as he reached the other side. He scarcely glanced at her as she crossed the other road as he himself walked purposefully around the north side of the building.
Once he was certain he wasn’t being watched, Aaron strode up to one of the broken windows and slipped in. Once inside he allowed his eyes to adjust to the low light, and then examined the room as he reassembled his rifle. The room was mostly empty, with animal shapes wallpapered around the ceiling and a broken crib in the corner. The floor was covered in a shallow layer of water from the rain coming in the window, casting a reflection back at Aaron of the dim light coming from the streets. He guessed that he had entered through the Children’s Ward.
Without wasting much time he quietly opened the door and peered into the hall. Everything inside was dark, but his eyes were equal to the challenge. Aaron kept his ears and eyes open as he followed the hall to where the hall signs promised that there would be an elevator and—hopefully—stairs.
Meanwhile, an abnormally large grey fox stretched herself out in an alley half a block away. Lily nudged her things to make sure they were safely hidden one last time. Certain that everything was alright, she paused one last time and suddenly vanished as her white underbelly and black gloves morphed to a muted grey to match her surroundings.
Knowing she wouldn’t have much time before the camouflage begun to wear off, she stalked out into the street, keeping to the shadows between streetlights whenever possible to avoid the necessity of her colouration.
Inside, Aaron had come to a door through which he could see the elevators, though he redoubled his caution for from the door he was at he could also catch a slight glimpse of a flickering light coming from the main lobby of the hospital which the elevators were in an alcove at the back of.
Very slowly opening the door, the muted voice he heard cleared up, and an undertone of chanting reached his ears. The voice itself was echoed back from somewhere, so he couldn’t discern the direction (much less actually see all the way into the room to locate it).
“—We, the illuminated servants of the True Lord of the Earth and Brother of Light will rise up out of the ashes of the Old World to take our rightful place in dominion over the world under the glory of the Light Brother!”
Lily -5 Essence (15 spent, +10 ambient; when she makes it back to the hospital a minute later she has lost only -3)
(Depending on what Guy does between Lily's departure and return, he might either be in a position to (try to) notice her as she returns or in a position to be hearing the same thing that Aaron just did from the front entrance. I suggest holding off for Guy's post before either you two decided to take too many actions that may or may not be influenced by his presence.)
Posted on 2010-06-08 at 22:27:49.
Edited on 2010-06-13 at 17:54:45 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: Did you get you're money's worth?
I regurgitates an amorous-looking bagpiper working for a charity and $1.50 in change.
I feed it a sack filled with knives, a fancy hat, and fourteen and a half left socks harvested from the bodies of my enemies.
Posted on 2010-06-06 at 05:14:18.
Edited on 2010-06-06 at 05:16:08 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: In which we do lunch with the boss’ son.
Lunchtime
Sunday, June 29, 1008
Vulcasa, Gaellus
Ryuunosuke disappeared into his room for a minute, returning a moment later without his armour, though still bearing the odachi over his shoulder.
“So,” he said, easing into his seat, “You tell me you only just arrived, so I will presume you haven’t had a chance to learn anything about the situation, yet. I’ll start from the top.
“It seems that about nearly two weeks ago the kobolds of Ixenedar started ambushing travellers coming up through the mountain pass to the southwest and taking their belongings. The victims of these highwaymen reported mention of a ‘New Kobold Empire’ under rule of ‘his holiness Versveshin Lorsvexaer’. Since then the kobolds have set up a toll gate and traffic in that direction has all but completely halted.
“The townsfolk around here started sighting scouting parties in the mountains near town. They tell me things were getting tense until the kobold All-Watcher was assassinated last week. Nobody has seen anything since then, but everybody is waiting to see what happens. I went up to Ixenedar this morning to see what I could find out, but they’ve shut themselves inside their tunnels for the time—probably until the cult has ensured placement a new All-Watcher from their own ranks.
“If you’re going to be able to have an influence on affairs, my advice would be to make your presence as diplomats known as soon as possible. At the very least it might buy you some time as they try figure out how to deal with you, and their reaction may tell us something. Now my mission differs from yours in the details so I have my own work to do, but current relations with the kobolds are a hindrance my own efforts—if everything falls apart and they end up attacking this town, the King will have no choice but to send in the army. I would prefer to avoid such a situation, so if you find anything that you need my help with, come to me and I’ll see how I can lend a hand.”
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After lunch, Ryu excused himself to attend to some business in town and left us to consider our first course of action. We had the option to head out to Ixenedar to go say hi and see what happened, or we could stick in town to see what we could learn. There was always the possibility of just heading down the south road to see if we could harass some toll collector, but there didn’t seem to be much point in looking for fights that we could avoid.
(If there’s a fourth option that I missed—like quitting adventuring and becoming a travelling troupe of performers—feel free to voice them in your post…. If anyone besides Ray and maybe Galen are going to.)
Posted on 2010-06-05 at 08:16:01.
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Topic: The Strength of a Warrior Q&A
Subject: by Robert Frost
Alright, now what to do with these?
Posted on 2010-06-01 at 20:09:03.
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Topic: The Strength of a Warrior Q&A
Subject: And would suffice.
One more for credit.
Posted on 2010-06-01 at 20:08:34.
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Topic: The Strength of a Warrior Q&A
Subject: Is also great
almost done
Posted on 2010-06-01 at 20:08:04.
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Topic: The Strength of a Warrior Q&A
Subject: To say that for destruction Ice
But then, six full character sheets is different from three small character descriptions, so that post likely won't get too crowded...
Posted on 2010-06-01 at 20:07:41.
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Topic: The Strength of a Warrior Q&A
Subject: I think I know enough of hate
Then again, I almost ran out of boxes in my D&D game.
Posted on 2010-06-01 at 20:06:25.
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Topic: The Strength of a Warrior Q&A
Subject: But if it had to perish twice,
I might have to get really creative to pull off using up all of these boxes...
Posted on 2010-06-01 at 20:05:54.
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Topic: The Strength of a Warrior Q&A
Subject: I hold with those who favour fire.
If you don't know how to play, don't worry. We're mostly just learning ourselves. Besides, I'm thinking this game will want to focus more on the roleplaying aspect than the beating on people with our abilities constantly (if you believe that having begun a game with an imminent battle)
Posted on 2010-06-01 at 20:04:55.
Edited on 2010-06-01 at 21:31:08 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Strength of a Warrior Q&A
Subject: From what I've tasted of desire,
If you're burning to join a CJ Carella's WitchCraft game, by the way, send me a note and I'll consider it.
Posted on 2010-06-01 at 20:03:23.
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Topic: The Strength of a Warrior Q&A
Subject: Some say in ice.
I wonder how many I'll actually end up using.
Posted on 2010-06-01 at 20:02:25.
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Topic: The Strength of a Warrior Q&A
Subject: Some say the world will end in fire,
NPCs
Good Guys
-Joan "Flandre" - A Wicce coven leader, red hair and glasses
-Rebecca "Maud" - Wicce, some necromancy, dark hair
-Jessie "Hippocrates" - Wicce, healer, blond, studying medicine, apparently from Canada
Just Guys
-Grey Fox Spirit - May or may not actually be Lily, depending on how well you know her.
-Mysterious Seer Woman - Guy met at the library. Nothing known yet.
-Mr. Smith - New janitor at Martin Taylor Elementary. Suspicious fellow. Aaron was warned about him by a ghost he isn't sure how he was acquainted with.
Bad Guys
-Fiend Spirit - Summoned by Marcus Anderson. Killed twice, which may lead the unoptimistic to doubt its termination.
Post-Mortem Guys
-Marcus Daniel Anderson - Gifted, Drug dealer, and Satanic Cult Leader, Chief Summoner. Assassinated by Aaron
-Anonymous Wardmaster - L. Gifted, Anderson's lieutenant--Created the Ward the contained the Fiend Spirit. 'Accidentally' killed in misfire by Fiend Spirit
-Anonymous Firestarter - L. Gifted, Anderson's lieutenant--specialized in fire magic. Mauled by Lily, finished by Rebecca.
-Unknown Woman's Ghost - Appeared to Aaron one day, thanking him for something with advice. Apparently moved on shortly after.
Posted on 2010-06-01 at 20:01:49.
Edited on 2011-05-15 at 06:59:24 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Strength of a Warrior Q&A
Subject: All the world's a stage, and these are its characters
Guy
Yes, I am fond of that font, why do you ask?
Player Rivertothesea
Gifted
Male, 16 yrs
5'7"
140lbs
-Black hair, ponytail
-Brown eyes
-Brown skin
Occupation: High School Student
Qualities
-Gift
-Essence Channelling
-Fast Reaction Time
-Acute Senses [Sight]
-Acute Senses [Hearing]
-Old Soul
Drawbacks
-Zealot
-Minority [Native American/East Indian]
-Status -2
-Hurting Resources
Skills
-Brawling
-Pick Pocket
-Stealth
-Trance
Powers
???
Significant Possessions
-none-
Description
All you know of this lean kid is that he speaks of Fate a lot and has a pair of tattooed chains running from his wrists up under his shirt.
Aaron Smith
Player Shades331
Mundane
Male, 26 yrs
6'0"
195lbs
-Black hair
-Blue eyes
-Light skin
Occupation: Professional Hitman, apparently
Qualities
-Hard-to-Kill
-Contact
-Fast Reaction Time
-Acute Senses [Sight]
-Multiple Identities [Unknwn]
-Nerves of Steel
-Good Luck
-Photographic Memory
-Charisma 1
-Wealthy Resources
Drawbacks
-Cruel
-Honourable
-Show-off
-Delusions of Grandeur
-Adversary
Skills
-Guns (Rifle)
-Guns (Handgun)
-Climbing
-Disguise
-Intimidation
-Lock Picking
-Driving (Motorcycle)
-Acrobatics
-Martial Arts
Significant Possessions
-.50 Caliber Sniper Rifle
-10mm Handguns (x2)
-Motorcycle of some kind
Description
This man Aaron wears a black leather duster and regards others on a level below himself. Arrogant and prideful, he takes exception to challenges of all kinds and likes to play with a mark before finishing it off.
Lily Vritova
Player Reralae
Lesser Supernatural
Female, 23 yrs
5'2" (~5'8" as a Fox, 6'0" Head-to-tail)
135lbs
-Red hair, shoulder-length
-Blue eyes
-Lightly tanned skin
Occupation: Cashier at Family Store
Qualities
-Acute Senses [Hearing]
-Acute Senses [Scent]
-Attractiveness 1
-Charisma 2
-Essence Channelling
-Fast Reaction Time
-Hard-to-Kill
-Increased Essence
-Photographic Memory
Drawbacks
-Secret
-Honourable
-Cruel
-Weird Delusions [Masks]
Skills
-Acrobatics
-Acting
-Beautician
-Driving
-First Aid
-Haggling
-Martial Arts
-Notice
-Seduction
-Smooth Talking
-Stealth
-Streetwise
-Trance
Power
-???
Significant Possessions
-Mask Collection
Description
You have never seen Lily and the giant grey fox in the same place and there is hardly any evidence to connect the two, yet. Lily is short and attractive in a moderately athletic way, with a lithe dancer's build, though she also seems fairly hardy. On her left forearm is tattooed a braided bracelet of cherry blossoms. As a fox she is grey with black eartips and tailtip and a white underbelly.
Posted on 2010-06-01 at 19:59:46.
Edited on 2011-02-11 at 08:00:46 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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