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Topic: Filler: RPG Myth Breakers #2 - Chain Mail Bikini
Subject: Heh
A staple of fantasies indeed. 
Great filler today. No one is surprised how well it is doing. 
Posted on 2010-06-01 at 18:07:05.
Edited on 2010-06-01 at 18:07:44 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: WitchCraft: The Strength of a Warrior
Subject: Chapter 1 - Once Upon a Dark and Stormy Night
This game will probably fairly PG-13 in the content, though gory descriptions, mild (and possibly strong) cursing, and whatever the hell 'suggestive themes' are may come up over the course of the story. You have been warned, children.
WitchCraft: The Strength of a Warrior
Now if only I knew how to put a title on it...
Monday May 31, 1999 (O -3)
City of Adelaide, Michigan
Third Night of the Full Moon, 11:33 pm
Copper Island General Hospital – Abandoned
Aaron Smith
The abandoned hospital stood six floors high in a c-shape with the first floor and the east-facing main entrance filling in the gap. The dull grey of its walls was even more drab for the years of neglect. Several windows were broken and a stretch along the third and fourth floors on the south wing entirely gone. A pair of pried-open automatic doors on the front were the only exit to the building, not counting creative application of the missing windows. All the other doors were boarded up or locked or both. Add in the dark of night and the mercilessly pounding rain and the old building was downright spooky.
Aaron reviewed these facts from his vantage point from the building across the street, water cascading off his black duster. He had been standing there watching the entrance to the hospital since his arrival nearly an hour. In that time more than half a dozen people had slipped into the old hospital, taking pains not to be seen entering.
Of the people Aaron had seen go in, none struck him as worthy of his interest. The challenge that his client promised him would clearly not come among them, most showing signs of habitual substance abuse with the rest likely simply not showing. That meant the figure he had seen skulking the third floor earlier would have to provide where his flock would not.
Movement below attracted Aaron’s attention. Two more had arrived. He watched them quickly cross the street, confirming that neither were his target as they passed under a streetlight, and surveyed them silently from the shadows as they jogged down the front walk, barely remembering to glance around to ensure no curious passer-by had noticed their suspicious actions before slipping in the door. Another two users coming late to their next fix, Aaron surmised.
He waited another fifteen minutes for more guests to the party. When none arrived, he decided to make his move. He scanned the upper levels with the scope he had removed from his case, and then descended from his vantage point into the alley where his motorcycle was parked.
Aaron reviewed the details of his target—now convinced that it was the figure waiting in the upper stories as he suspected. He reflected on how he could be finished the mission already if he had only shot the man an hour ago.
There was no regret in this thought. It would have been too easy, and after all, where was the fun in that?
Lily Vritova
Lily opened her umbrella as she stepped off the bus onto the street. She hefted the bags in her left hand up to check her watch. Eleven forty-nine. She winced slightly. Between staying at the new mall good deal later than she had originally intended, arriving at the stop just as the previous bus pulled away (getting the hem of her skirt soaked in the dash to catch it), and waiting half an hour for the next one to show up, she was very late.
Her mother knew that she was an adult and that she was a very responsible young woman, though nevertheless, there would be a few words when she showed up more than an hour late on a night like tonight. Even through the heavy rain and cloud cover, she could feel the presence of the full moon in the air tonight. Besides, everyone knew that the crazies came out during the full moon.
A blast of wind and a wave of falling water pounding against her umbrella excessively hard made her thankful for possibly the hundredth time that day since the storm broke around noon that she had brought it. The thundershower itself lasted about an hour and some, but the rain persisted in varying degrees of intensity throughout the rest of the afternoon and well into the evening. In fact, it was in hoping that the precipitation would let up again that was partially responsible for her current lateness.
Lily crossed the street and passed by the old Copper Island General Hospital. As she passed in front of it, quite suddenly and involuntarily she took in a deep breath. that left a tingle in her nose and the back of her throat. Without thinking, she stopped in her tracks and automatically turned toward the rundown hospital, the source of the aura she felt.
As she stood there she got the sense of a significant amount of energy being gathered in the old hospital. Near midnight on the night of a full moon. The crazies come out indeed. Undoubtedly there was something significant going down inside the old, abandoned building.
She spotted a fellow bus passenger walking her way out of the corner of her eye. Realizing how odd she must look, stopping suddenly in the middle of the sidewalk right in front of the old hospital, she turned to continue, but couldn’t compel her legs to move.
Guy
Tonight was the last night of the full moon. That combined with the midday thundershower that even now beat down on the city left no question. It was unfortunate that it was a school night, but such things cannot be helped.
Guy rubbed his wrists in anticipation, brushing his fingers over the tattoos that ran up the inside of his arms. The bus passed a vacant stop and he silently tallied one more passed. It was time.
He pulled the cord right on queue with the appearance of the beaten down hospital. Two others rose to depart with him—an old middle-eastern woman wearing a hijab and a young woman several years older than himself.
Guy stepped out into the rain, quickly renewing his dampened status. He ended up following behind the younger woman to the hospital, wondering briefly if she had the faintest idea of how close she would brush with fate. He considered the possibility that she could be involved in some way with the night’s events—after all, he did not know all who would be coming to play.
More likely, he thought, she was just a typical twenty-something on her way home from the mall.
For a brief moment, something caught Guy’s eye and he glanced over to an alley across the street. Nothing. He dismissed the incident and focused on what was to come. If it was important, he would deal with it when the time came.
The woman was passing over the spot he had seen in his dream when suddenly he felt a large concentration of energy from the direction of the hospital. Some one (or more likely some ones) was gathering energy for some kind of supernatural work. It would definitely be not long now.
Interestingly, the girl in front of him stopped suddenly about the same time that he felt the gathering. Perhaps she was no ordinary girl, then. Perhaps she was no mere passive observer of the manoeuvrings of destiny. He approached her as she turned away, though she did not resume walking.
“Do you feel it, too?” he asked over the pounding of the rain, perhaps surprising even himself, “do you feel the call of Fate?”
~***~
Aaron took the case on the back of his motorcycle and set it on the bike’s seat. He popped it open, revealing in several pieces everything he would need for the night’s business.
Movement from the street alerted him and he quickly shut the case, ducking behind his bike as three figures dressed in dark raincoats ducked into the alley. They talked in hushed voices that were drowned out even to Aaron’s ears by the heavy weather until one of them glimpsed the motorcycle. They looked at each other, apparently deciding to carry out their meeting in another alley and left.
As soon as he could be sure they were gone, Aaron went back to arming himself. When he was finished he popped the case back where it belonged and strode to the end of the alley, fully prepared to crash this party.
He waited half a minute longer until the Route 13 bus passed, arriving more or less on time at the stop just to the south of the hospital. Three got off the bus, two coming in his direction. He sunk a little deeper into the shadows, waiting for them to pass.
The first was a fairly attractive young woman with an umbrella, carrying shopping bags in her free hand. Aaron idly guessed her to be twenty-one—just old enough to go out partying or drinking (legally, at least) and, from the expression on her face, return late. The bags, however lent credence to suggest that was not the case. Either way, Aaron moved on to the other, a high-school age boy of Indian descent. He lacked an umbrella or raincoat and indeed looked like he could readily afford neither.
Aaron had nearly written him off like the first until he glanced in his direction. Aaron froze and waited for the young man to look away before sinking a little deeper into the alley while they passed.
The problem, however, was that they didn’t. The girl suddenly stopped and turned toward the hospital, just as she was passing the front walk.
(Note for when Lily turns to face Guy, both of their respective senses tell them of an individual with a much stronger than normal spiritual strength in the ballpark of two to three times the force of your average Joe. It’s worth noting that they sense each other’s strength to be on about the same level as their own.)
Posted on 2010-05-31 at 08:29:42.
Edited on 2011-10-06 at 22:57:40 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Strength of a Warrior Q&A
Subject: Contents
Table of Contents
Page 1
Characters
NPC's
Fire and Ice by Robert Frost
I think you should be able to start throwing in questions here. Don't forget to subscribe to the game thread!
Posted on 2010-05-31 at 06:30:19.
Edited on 2011-02-18 at 06:29:32 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: Sausages - excercizing the right to de-pluralize words =P
Someone
Ate
Uncle
Sam's
Aged
Gorgon
Eyeball
Posted on 2010-05-25 at 23:22:13.
Edited on 2010-05-25 at 23:23:31 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Clock Tower
Subject: Her cat is the picture of unflappability. Her dog, however, trusty sentinel he is, misses his mommy.
“Where it is safest, is naturally, off of that river. That is where we are. Now, each one of you who have signed the contract has a choice to make. Will you avoid the storm, or will you destroy it?”
She folds her hands together, not pausing to allow a reply, “I don't need to hear your answer... nor do you need to answer now... sometimes it's best to watch the storm from a distance first.”
Guinevere fell silent for a moment, gazing into empty space as she considered the implications of Rena’s words. After a moment she suddenly excused herself, citing the need to check on her dog, and left.
Out in the common room Guin checked her watch for the time (it’s digital, if that’s important here). She hoped it wasn’t too late, yet, and went up to the front desk.
“Is there a phone I could use to make a call to the city?” she asked the desk clerk.
She directed the odd girl to the public phone and wished her luck overcoming the phone’s unique ‘problems’.
Guinevere took to the device with a positive spirit and dialled the number. “Good morning to you, too. Is Jillian there? No? Oh, wrong number I guess. Have a nice day.” She hung up the phone and promptly dialled the same number.
This time she didn’t get a chance to speak before the man on the other end started talking. “Sorry mister, I think I—,” she tried to interrupt, but apparently her voice wasn’t what he was expecting and began to shout loud enough for his voice to come out on the other end. “Good evening.” Guin hung up the phone, cutting him off, then tried undeterred once more.
Third time is the charm. “Jillian? Did I wake you? Oh, no, that’s right, the time change. No, I’m in a town called Altin along the way, I’m calling from the hotel. My train has—err, well, it broke down. Hard. They don’t know how long it will be until we can go home, but we’re spending the night here.
“Anyway, do you think you could go over and check on Charlie and Snugglefried? The spare key is under the back window sill. Yeah, I live on the second floor. Well, yeah, there is that one, too, if you don’t have the time for climbing. And Jillian? Do you think you could call my boss at the vet and tell her I’ve been held up? The phone I’m using is a bit temperamental. Yes, I’m sure I’ll be alright, the people here are real friendly. Thanks. Ta-ta.”
Guin hung up the phone again and thanked the clerk one more time. She gathered up her knapsack and settled down in the cushiest-looking chair in the common room.
After a moment of settling in she leaned forward and rested her head on her folded hands, one arm completely obscured in black sleeve and the other bare from being tied up. She looked around the room, beginning to feel the onset of fatigue.
“You wouldn’t happen to know where I can find a doctor, would you? Or maybe a vet? Anything like that would do, really,” she asked the man sitting closest to her. “Got caught in a time-river-storm,” she offered by way of explanation, beaming a bright smile at him.
“How are you doing this evening?”
Posted on 2010-05-23 at 09:57:25.
Edited on 2010-10-14 at 02:50:44 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: Oh my, looks like I'm late. Silently
Superficially
Inverting
Lions
Earns a
Nagging and a
Teleporter
Lockdown for
Youths
Respond to either and I'm sure it will be fine.
Posted on 2010-05-23 at 08:17:37.
Edited on 2010-05-25 at 20:49:59 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: Spaceships
Savvy
Panthers
Analyze
Creamy
Ecclairs
Swiftly for
Hazards of an
Ingenius
Pug-lion's
Signature
Posted on 2010-05-23 at 08:14:58.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: A Promise Fulfilled, and Better off we are for having done so.
As soon as Ray had finished getting his gear unpacked, he went back to the front desk with Suzume’s letter in hand. He told the man who had checked us in earlier that he was looking for someone—another traveller who he had heard was in the area. Just in time before he could describe Suzume’s father as ‘Japanese’ or ‘Asian’ he recalled the term Katrina back at the Cat’s Cradle had used: Yanikato.
The man nodded, “I know the one you’re looking for, Ryuunosuke Sakamoto. Most folk coming in from the capital stay here at our inn, such as yourselves. He arrived here just a few days ago. Anyway, he’s not here right now, he usually heads out around six in the morning but if you wait up a minute, he usually comes back around noon for lunch.”
By this time, sooner or later, the rest of us had finished with our gear and joined Ray. He didn’t have long to wait, but he almost couldn’t believe that he had the right person. He reasoned that there couldn’t be very many Yanikato people living in Europe-analogue Gaellus, but nevertheless, if where the Sakamoto family hailed from a land that was supposed to be somewhat analogous to Japan, Ryuunosuke violated some kind of height-limit.
Mr. Sakamoto the Younger stood a few inches taller than Ray himself and was almost as tall as me. He was bald and clean-shaven, heavily built and obviously quite strong. He looked to be about in his early thirties and bore an expression of quiet confidence. He was dressed in breastplate armour and carried an odachi—a greatsword-like katana—with a gold hilt in a long black sheath over his shoulder.
Ryuunosuke strode purposely toward the inn’s rooms until Ray caught up with him and got his attention.
“Ryuunosuke Sakamoto?”
“That’s me. What do you need?” His tone was calm and level.
“I have something for you from your daughter,” Ray responded, offering Suzume’s letter.
He took the letter and looked at it for a moment, then looked back at Ray with an amused smile, glancing at us hovering behind him. “Thank-you, sir. I presume you’re working for my father, then?”
We told him that we were looking after kobold-relations in the area.
“Ah, I see. Perhaps then we might have the chance to collaborate information. Have you eaten yet? Let me just get out of my armour and we can discuss this further over lunch.”
Posted on 2010-05-23 at 08:03:08.
Edited on 2010-05-23 at 08:04:42 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: Nominee
Neolithic
Orangutans
Meddle in the
Iambic
Necromancer's
Elegant
Elegies
Posted on 2010-05-22 at 07:17:38.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Thus, to get home he had to buy a boat and
Row
Posted on 2010-05-22 at 06:58:52.
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Topic: The Skill Check Game
Subject: Amnesiac Cyclists Anonymous
They say it's like riding a bicycle--you never forget... Unfortunately, your natural 1 seems to imply that this is not always the case.
Bad enough though this is, showing off to your friends just how badly one can be tied around one of those things, you suffer from a previously unknown side effect (no one has ever forgotten before) of loosing your memory for how to do all those myriad of other things that people claim are just like riding a bicycle.
Now, I cross my fingers and roll a Balance check.
Posted on 2010-05-21 at 08:21:56.
Edited on 2010-05-21 at 08:23:16 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Meri... your face is pale, you look like you've just seen a...
Ghost. (Secretly the real reason is Ody's fault )
Here's going forth in the full spirit of fracturing rules!
Posted on 2010-05-20 at 20:03:49.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: I think it’s about time we got back on the road, how ‘bout you?
Are We There Yet?
Saturday, June 28, 1008
The Journey West
Dawn on the eighth day since our mysterious arrival brought no special insights or answers to our situation. For lack of columns of light from the heavens or other forms of plot exposition, we got dressed and ate breakfast like normal people. As normal as people got who woke up one day in a ruined temple in another world possessed of stange new abilities could be.
We packed our worldly possessions onto the wagon, including two new suits of scale-mail armour, a week’s worth of human feed, and a child’s letter to her father that had arrived later in the evening last night. Within short order we were on our way west, armed with instructions to stick to the main road until we came to a fork marked by a road sign to Vulcasa.
The first day we drove the horses overtime, but hadn’t come to our exit by the time we made camp within the shadow of the mountains. Within an hour of setting off the next morning we encountered the fork to Vulcasa, and an hour after that we entered the town itself inside the very edge of the mountains.
For our first order of business we set up at the local inn with a good view of a rather large mountain that the locals identified for us as the Ixenedar. Having settled in, there was still plenty of daylight left and much to do.
(Sorry if the post seems short. I couldn't think of what else I might add. Any details you think need to be covered, just let me know. Time is close to an hour before noon on Sunday, June 29th. There is information to be gathered, Japanese-looking fathers to be found, and a big ol’ dead volcano to be explored. Which shall we have first?)
Posted on 2010-05-20 at 07:39:39.
Edited on 2010-11-29 at 01:42:48 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Oh my gosh, you're right! I guess it has just happened so many times I forgot....
Dear Ogre's answer to life's many and varied daily nuisances.
Bash
Posted on 2010-05-18 at 01:02:37.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: I'm not as think as you drunk I am... that's why I--
Blush
Posted on 2010-05-17 at 19:46:28.
Edited on 2010-05-17 at 19:48:57 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Chapter 4 – Of Ancient Prophecies and Kobold Revolutions
Office – Sakamoto Estate
Mid Afternoon
Friday, June 27, 1008
Corazon, Gaellus
“So all we need do is restore peace to the area? Is that what I am understanding? We will only need to bear arms if our tongues can not do the work?” Ray asked.
“Indeed, the best possible course of events is that the cult looses cohesion and collapses without their leader and the kobold population chooses a peaceable leader to replace Vesveshin with no cause to resort to conflict. More likely, I fear, is that this cult does not die so easily and makes an attempt to reclaim the seat of clan All-Watcher.
“Even still, in the case that the cult continues to offer resistance, I suspect that unchecked violence against its members will yet be unnecessary. It is likely that many of the members, as with most cults, are not all fanatical devotees and will surrender, given the chance, as soon as they come to terms with reality. Nevertheless, do not doubt the possibility that there are cultists who are willing to martyr themselves for their cause, particularly among the leadership.
“If by diplomacy alone this whole situation can be resolved, so much the better for all involved, but be prepared to meet violent opposition nevertheless.”
Gate House – Sakamoto Estate
Suzume dutifully led us to the front gate once again, where we collected our weapons. As he picked up his sword, Ray turned to our guide.
“We won’t be leaving until tomorrow, so I was wondering, would you like to write to your father? I would make sure that he gets your letter. Then maybe, if he still needs to work up there, I could bring a letter from him back.”
Suzume’s face lit up with delight, “Really? Thank-you! I’ll get started right away!” She bobbed her head in a quick goodbye and sprinted back into the house.
Back on the street, Ray handed his gold over to Ben. “Here’s my share for the wagon, I am going with Galen, Ian, and Owen to the blacksmith. I am thinking I want a shield as well, after using that one against the Yeth Hound.”
“We’re not going to the armourer’s actually, only to the weaponsmith,” I reply.
“Actually, I was thinking about buying some better armour myself,” Ben said, “You could come with me to get the wagon. Then we could both go afterwards.”
With that (presumably) Ray and Ben (and Jeremy?) went one way and Ian, Galen, and I went the other.
(It bears mentioning that I originally threw Suzume's age in as twelve, though reflection has forced me to ret-con it to seven or eight--closer to what I had originally imagined than what I originally thought.)
Posted on 2010-05-06 at 20:21:19.
Edited on 2010-05-09 at 05:18:21 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: A suspicious angle, no?
Slant
Posted on 2010-05-05 at 08:32:12.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Not just the name. Irenic :D
Irene
Posted on 2010-05-05 at 08:24:59.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Me too!
I'm still around, too! I don't actually play, but I'm still here to enjoy the story.
Posted on 2010-05-04 at 19:53:58.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: And then...
The irradiation began
Posted on 2010-05-04 at 08:32:46.
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Topic: RDInnsider - May - Reporting for Duty!
Subject: Second Download!
Just finished. Great work, as always. Come on people, you don't know what you're missing!
I loved the chance to see the artwork for the upcomming Loaded Dice Continuation ahead of time. It was a great reminder of what was going on for when we get going again.
Kudos, Meri and Tann!
Posted on 2010-05-03 at 05:50:05.
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Topic: Q&A: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Buys and Sells
Alright, so it's looking like Ben went off alone to fetch the wagon (unless Jeremy is still alive). Purchases made are as follows:
Team:
Buy--Wagon, Two Horses, Horse Feed ~ 436G
Ray:
Buy--Scale Mail, Heavy Steel Shield ~ 80G
Sell--Leather ~ 5G
Ben:
Buy--Scale Mail ~ 50G
Sell--Studded Leather ~ 12.5G
Ian:
Buy--Two Bastard Swords ~ 70G (with financial support from me since he left his bag o' loots with the wagon buyer's team)
Sell--Short Sword ~ 5G
Galen:
Sell--All those rusted weapons ~ 0.3G
Posted on 2010-04-28 at 07:42:17.
Edited on 2010-04-29 at 01:56:59 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: New Mission and Buying a Sweet Ride! Exciting Day Today!
Before Heading to Sakamoto Residence
Friday, June 27, 1008
“I suppose that means we’ve got another week to screw around,” Owen said when we were safely back in our shared room, “You think we should get another job from Mr. Sakamoto?”
Galen shrugged, looking over, "It's something to pass the time." He replied, while tentatively holding a hand out for Kiara to sniff. He hadn't actually gotten around to introducing himself to her, so decided he would then.
Kiara, for her part, reacted exactly as one might expect a cat to; a sniff followed by a swift rejection and subsequent disregard of his existence as she prowled the window ledge for prey. Apparently having found something worth her much valued attentions, she leapt out the window on to the roof of the stable and prowled off into the day.
I watched her disappear, and then asked, “Does anyone remember how much a wagon cost? I’m thinking we could use a mod of transportation sooner rather than later.”
Late Afternoon
Sakamoto Estate
Ray explained how we split up, seeing as how the town was in a more immediate threat than the small caravan of two people. He apologized for that and waited for Mrs. Sakamoto’s reaction.
The old woman smiled lightly. “Raymond-san, is it?” she asked, apparently identifying him by reputation. “Daisuke was right, you have an honourable soul.”
“Do not fear, child. Everything turned out for the best and besides, a guard that size for an empty wagon?” She restrained her amusement. “You’re job was to keep the shipment from being attacked. Judging by my report, the employer has no complaints over the events. He also, however, cited mention of a certain monstrous beast inhabiting the area as part of his notification that there would be no more transports through that area until the problem was fixed. I trust you were troubled none too much by these events?”
I let out a single quiet snort of laughter as Ray explained the contrary and recommended us for our abilities acting in concert, citing the fact that together we finished the monster without grave injury to any of the townspeople once we were together and working. Mrs. Sakamoto seemed pleased with his account.
“Indeed, your successes encourage me to believe that you would be suitable for this task.” She picked up a scroll from the desk and unrolled it.
“Recently there have been troubles in the western mountains, near Port Coelithe. A tribe of kobolds living in the area has taken to harrying the area surrounding their lands. It seems that they have grown strong and their leader had decided he was not satisfied with coexistence any longer.
"According to the reports, Versveshin Maekrix, the leader of the tribe, fancied himself to be a prophet and visionary of a new age. Lord Fidelas had put out a reward to deal with Versveshin and to restore peace to the area, to be handled through my husband’s business. This was about a week ago. The group that left just now claimed the bounty for Versveshin’s head, but the area is still unstable. The kobolds will be choosing a new leader soon, and for the sake of peace, it would be well that this warlike cult of Versveshin’s doesn’t take hold in the community.
“It would be your mission to see to it that both the cult and their aggressive attitude are tamed and that there are no more attacks on the towns. You will probably be facing some hostilities, so I would urge you to be cautious and to prepare yourselves. I already know that you are capable fighters so I have every confidence that you can handle the situation.
“This is all we know of so far. What could be responsible for this sudden aggression and what this cult hopes to gain in this are all still mysteries to us at this point, which puts at something of a disadvantage.”
Kahoko set the scroll down before us and swept off the mahogany desk with her arm. She selected another, larger scroll and unrolled it into a map of Gaellus. “There is a good sized town here,” she said, indicating a labelled dot in the inside arm of the western mountain chain, “called Vulcasa that is ideal for visiting the kobold colony, which lies here,” she dragged her finger to a mountain missing its top, “beneath the extinct volcano Ixenedar, from which the kobolds have borrowed the name for their settlement.
“Payment for this mission, subtracting the bounty for Versveshin, comes to five thousand seven hundred gold nobles (5700 = 950 ea.) not including treasures claimed in action.
“Now, does anyone have any questions?”
“You’re going to go see daddy?” The excited question came from behind us, where Suzume Sakamoto was eavesdropping on our conversation.
Mrs. Sakamoto shot a stern look at the young girl that pinned her to the spot. “Suzume. We have guests, be polite.” She didn’t sound angry.
Suzume responded to the scolding with a guilty smile and bowed her head in obeisance. “Yes, grandmother.”
“She is correct, however,” Mrs. Sakamoto returned to us, “my son, Ryuunosuke, is currently on business in Vulcasa. If you find yourselves in trouble, you may wish to contact him for assistance. Are there any questions from my employees now?”
[-Questions-]
“Very well, as punishment for her impertinence, my grand-daughter will show you out. Good day and may fortune smile on you.”
`•., (¨`•.•´¨) ¸.•´¨) ¸.•´¨) ¸.•´¨)
After receiving our mission briefing, we left the estate and counted our rewards for the previous mission, including our first look at platinum royals.
In short order we split up, Ian wanted to go buy a couple swords and I went with him. Galen remembered that he still had to sell those swords we found in the ruins and came with us. The three of us left our reward bags with the other three who, after some deliberation, went to look for someplace to buy a wagon and horses.
My party passed the inn on our way back and we left Galen to catch up with us at the smith’s shop. Ian and I ended up putting our money together to pay for both swords (thanks to leaving the wagon-hunters with most of it) and when Galen caught up he was able to finally have his weapons inspected for scrap metal.
With a couple whacks from his hammer, Caleb cracked open the rotten wooden sheathes (which had been consigned to the scrap heap at a glance) and revealed the well rusted blades. He looked them over and determined there to be some salvageable iron. He bought it off of Galen for three silver nobles (and Ian’s old sword, too, if he wants to sell for five gold).
Meanwhile, the other party were directed to a wainwright set up sensibly across the street from a stable. They left the wagon that they bought in the yard while they crossed the street to get some horses.
There they met with the stable master—a pleasant woman standing about nine feet tall in a tunic and pants. After a moment to explain what they needed, she selected a pair of large horses (“Sixteen and a half and seventeen hands tall,” she said, patting each equine on the neck, which was only about elbow-height on her, though almost as tall as Jeremy.), one spotted grey and the other black with white markings, and gave them a crash course in horse care and harnessing.
[-Interaction?-]
While there, they bought several bags of horse feed for when grazing was sparse and loaded them into the wagon, then drove back to the Cat’s Cradle. (435.6G [72.6G per person] spent, including 6x2 days worth of feed for times of exertion)
It was suppertime when everyone returned, with the wagon parked outside and the horses in the Cradle’s stables. (Since we can carry everything with us now, we don’t need to maintain our rooms at the Inn while we’re away for long periods of time.)
(Alright, let’s hope this ties you over until I can make the next post. I’ve given you a couple opportunities to say something and I’m sure if you wanted, you could make extra. Here’s hoping nothing was forgotten in that block of text)
Posted on 2010-04-25 at 09:45:50.
Edited on 2010-06-05 at 00:26:51 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Hey, what can I say? It's catchy
Cupcakes!
(honestly the only thing that flooded my mind upon reading that)
Posted on 2010-04-13 at 18:19:26.
Edited on 2010-04-13 at 18:22:12 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: A little something to make up for the game's slowness and to give insight.
As they left the pyre behind, Willow sighed and suppressed a shudder that she hoped Mitsuru wouldn’t feel. Now that she no longer had anything to distract herself with, the memory of her dream last night returned, unbidden.
The dream was largely born out of a memory from the time of troubles, from her time spent defending a ruined building in Girhn which several people had taken for shelter. It was there she first met Joseph.
Willow had arrived three days before as the last survivor of her small group of warriors. They had been hoping to find shelter and perhaps to offer their services in exchange for food in the ruined Girhn, but were waylaid by a small werewolf hunting party. They put up a fight, but were overcome. She escaped only because the monsters decided that she’d be too much trouble to chase down after they already had a pair each of horses and men for meat.
When she arrived at the shelter she found that the people had been planning to escape. Their shelter had been badly damaged by a rockslide and the attacks from the band of werewolves—the same one that had ambushed her—were becoming more insistent.
As it happened, her arrival was a godsend to the people of the shelter, as one of their draw horses for the cart had been killed in the slide and they were lacking in able-bodied skilled warriors. With her addition they would be able to make a break for it once the rain let up, but before that happened, the werewolf pack launched their most violent assault yet.
Men and woman fought with whatever weapons were available, and this being Gihrn, there was no shortage of weapons to choose from—only a lack of skilled use in those weapons. Joseph, a journeyman blacksmith, had managed to instil some sense of weaponry into the people, but they were far from seasoned warriors.
The battle was fierce, and both sides dealt lasting damage to each other—the lycans thanks to their physical superiority and the survivors due to a combination of grit, newfound hope, and weapons coated in silver, thanks to their resourceful blacksmith.
Throughout her dream the battle was mostly an incoherent blur of blood and fur, save for one particular moment when she caught sight of the leader of the pack—a natural born and thoroughly hateful werewolf—standing over Joseph’s dazed body. It was then that Willow saw the kind, funny, and charming young man that she had met only three days ago and realized how much she would hate for him to come to harm.
Willow ran to his defence. On the way a new surge of adrenaline pumped through her body and and her heart thundered as she sank into a deadly focused fury the likes of which had seen a lone plainsgirl through the first months of the Time of Troubles. Before the werewolf could tear out the blacksmith’s throat, he was diverted by a combination of a screech and a bellowing roar.
As she careened into the monster, the impact caused her to loose one of her swords. He reacted quickly and tried to clamp onto her with his deadly teeth, having lost his own weapon but he could not reach her on his back as she hacked madly into the scruff of his neck with her remaining sword. The werewolf bucked and rolled violently to try to dislodge her, but her anger lent her strength to hold on until finally the monster died from her attacks.
Unlike the other werewolves she had killed—both in wolf form and in hybrid—he did not shift back into a human when his life gave way, so she had continued to hack into his body with her sword for another second until she realized that he had stopped struggling.
Her energy spent, Willow exhaustedly registered that the werewolves had called a retreat while she looked for where she left her other sword. She was interrupted when her sword entered her peripheral vision, offered by some one. When she looked up to see who it was, she saw a tall werewolf wearing Joseph’s clothing and carrying the hammer he had been working with before the attack.
That was when she woke up that morning in a cold sweat. In reality, Joseph had not been bitten by the werewolf, and had actually given her sword back and helped her back to where the healers were helping the worst wounded, but the dream had been vivid and left a disturbing image with her for most of the afternoon.
Now what she really wanted, rather than to be holding onto Mitsuru, sharing her horse, was to be galloping back to Wanqir. She forced herself to remember that times were different and that he was the one who was safe, while she faced impending danger. It didn’t help much.
Posted on 2010-03-29 at 20:00:04.
Edited on 2010-03-29 at 20:04:03 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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