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Topic: Fates of Fortune Art
Subject: That's awesome
That's great. As an avid reader of The Fates of Fortune this is fabulous. I have to say I pictured Nyx a little differently, but nevertheless, it is very true to the images they gave me (Nyx being perhaps a bit more thin-faced).
Now go get me another page to read  (wait, it's Meri's turn now, isn't it?)
Posted on 2010-01-23 at 03:29:43.
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Topic: Another Newbie
Subject: Allow me to help you feel welcome
Hey! Welcome. Here at the Inn you'll find some of the most welcoming individuals to grace a play-by-post site. I expect a more official greeting to be forthcoming sooner or later (preliminary stuff: Don't feed the Grugg) by our very own greeting party, Eol Fefalas.
Also, don't worry about what versions you play, most DMs around here will be happy to help out a willing player get the hang of the rules, not to mention the collection of Innmates around here who will religiously swear by 2e as the single best edition in existence.
Posted on 2010-01-23 at 00:42:41.
Edited on 2010-01-23 at 00:43:10 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Owen uses magic-google! He rolled a 5 = 13! Owen comes back with info and a pop-up ad!
Sometime after Midday
June 26
South Road en route to Surton, Gaellus
As cruel and savage as the beast’s countenance might have been, it was still a living creature deserving of mercy. Ray set down his sword and dug into the sack he had bought to carry his gear, pulling out his shirt from back home. He quickly tore off a strip from the bottom and bandaged the wound in the wolf’s neck as best he could, hoping that the slash across its throat wasn’t too deep. The only other wounds the wolf received were magical in nature and Ray had no way of knowing if there was any specific way to treat such wounds and he was fresh out of Aspirin.
The cloth of the shirt was soaked blood red in a moment, but as Ray rolled the wolf so that its wound was not in the ground, its breathing slowed and deepened slightly. He watched, unsure if this was a good thing or not, but as the breaths continued rather than faded, he could only assume that it was not fading away.
With that, he picked up his sword and cleaned it of the animal’s dark blood on the grass and returned to the road. From there he saw that his horse had stopped running and was now making its roundabout way back. It was here I found him after I had managed to eventually tame my own mount.
“Let’s not run into anything else as wants to kill us, alright? I don’t think Buttercup here could stand the stress.” To say nothing of myself, or Kiara, who had now climbed bodily into my backpack and saw absolutely no reason to ever come back out, not even for sunbathing (well, okay, maybe for sunbathing).
I glanced at the bandaged body lying off the side of the road. “Is it just me, or did these wolves look strange to you? A Worg is like a black wolf right?” I looked at the body again. Worgs were supposed to be surprisingly intelligent, weren’t they? Either way, I didn’t think that’s what we had bumped into. “You think we found the “Demon Dog” already?” I said with a quick grin.
With nothing left to hold us up after Ray’s horse came back, we set off again, alert for more inconveniences.
(After 3.P: Ray’s HP 18/19 [Or maybe 21] – 3 PP, Owen’s HP 11/16 [Or maybe 14] – 4 SP)
About an Hour Afterward
South Road to Surton, Gaellus
A lone vulture fluttered down to the grass a few feet away from its prize. It glanced up, alert for competition, and then returned its gaze to the carcass that lay before it. It hopped forward cautiously and watched its potential meal carefully for signs of life. There! The chest rose and fell slowly with ebbing life. The lone scavenger was thankful for its initial caution—even prey near death could be dangerous if it knew there was nothing left to lose.
All that remained was to wait for the last drops of life to slip away and leave the carcass behind. That’s how life worked when a creature was this wounded: Death was the only path.
The vulture checked the sky again for a commitee of its kind to start forming, bringing competition. There was no such activity, but still, it began to grow impatient. Every moment the meal drew breath was another moment others could arrive to contest the meat.
It hopped forward, checking the breathing closely, having decided to try to help the creature along. It drew back its head to drive its sharp beak into a wound, but just then the wolf's flank expanded with a sudden stronger breath. The vulture leapt and fluttered back in confusion and alarm. Slowly, the wolf got to its feet, provoking the carrion bird to escape to the safety of the sky.
Later that Day
Surton, Gaellus
As we discussed the problems of the Demon Dog, my mind turned back to the wolves that had ambushed us earlier that day. Would a worg fit the description for this monster? I asked myself. Truth be told, worgs were one of the creatures I had only passed in the Monster Manual without looking into it too much. If I remembered correctly, they were a favoured mount of goblins, which mean that this 'Demon Dog' (easily near as tall as some member of our group) probably didn’t fit.
“So we know that it tends towards the night. We also know that physical weapons of iron and steel have little effect against it, yet fire seems to do a tad. And it has the uncanny ability to strike fear into even the strongest of us...” “I would assume this howl is other-worldly, though it is loosely used. It must have been magical, for I know none of us here are cowards... except perhaps Owen and me.”
I chuckled at this evaluation while I thought. The creature flies and looks like a giant wolf and has the ability to inflict supernatural fear through its howling, and apparently likes the night. One detail stood out to me in particular—that it could fly, apparently without any physical ability to do so. This idea reminded me of a monster, I think it was near the end of the book. I could see the picture clearly (it didn’t seem to be that big of a pooch, but perhaps the art was misleading), but to remember the name took another moment—it was called a Yeth Hound. I only recalled the monster because I noticed that its entry had a fly speed but I couldn’t figure out why until the descriptive text listed its ability to magically fly at will.
“Guys, I think I might know what it is. I might be wrong, but does anyone remember what a Yeth Hound does?”
Unbidden, I suddenly had another flash of memory—details that inserted themselves in my mind, details I was certain that I not know before, but now found myself ‘recalling’ the same way I knew how to wield the staff in my belt.
“It is an Outsider, if it actually is a Yeth Hound, one from the Lower Planes.” I checked to see who was listening incase I was spouting heretical concepts.
“It’s a creature with a solid body made out of the spiritual essence of its home plane. That means it can see in the dark fairly well and it probably never needs to eat or sleep.” It also didn’t have a soul but actually was one with a solid form, but I figured it best to not bother mentioning extraneous details. “I don’t remember anything else about them other than their obvious ability to fly and scare.” (Which is to say I only rolled a 13 on the Knowledge check and no one else has (Planes). This actually is a bit more info than I knew about the mon before I picked it up and threw it at you).
“So what should we do, assuming I’m right?” I ask my friends.
Just then, one of the members of the hunting party—the big guy wearing a bandage around his bicep (Gordon, as the others might recognize)—entered the room.
“Apologies for the interruption,” he said, realizing that he cut me off, “I just wanted to check what the plans for this evening are. Brad got bitten pretty badly last night so we’re making him stay behind to recover.” He looked at Ben, “How about you? You were bleeding pretty badly when they patched you up, how are you feeling this afternoon?”
(Don’t let me steal all the thunder; feel free to backpost things: that’s why we put in those little paragraph gaps (well, that and so people’s eyes don’t asplode).)
(After 3.P: Ben’s HP 29/29, Jeremy (possibly 18-20), Ian (guessing 24), and Galen (16-18.) with Galen having infinite Orisons to cast, but still only four first-level spells. In other news, I told you the Knowledge skills could be worth it. (The other update being that I’m not just wiping them to the side with the explanation that we know what we know. We can still meta-game with our encyclopaedic knowledge of monster [compared to the average person] but now we can also use the Knowledge skills to pick up things we don’t personally remember.)
UPDATE
Hardly a few moments after Gordon left us to our discussion, another sound disrupted our philosophizing. A commotion started somewhere and the sound of voices rose through the walls. Just as we thought to investigate the cause of the disturbance, the door flung open and a villager poked his head in.
"They've found it," he said, and vanished, leaving the door ajar in his wake.
Posted on 2010-01-18 at 21:11:20.
Edited on 2010-01-21 at 23:50:14 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Forgotten Kings
Subject: Evil-ray vision activate! All I have to do is get a cape and I'm superman! well... not quite
Mattes glanced at the house intermittently while he pulled on his wrist guards and gauntlets. It didn’t look like a place that had been ravaged by goblin pirates. Then again, these were allegedly smart goblin pirates who had been a terror when not previously taken seriously. This would warrant consideration, however. It would be a poor mark of the intelligence of followers of the Lion everywhere if he kicked down the door into a goblin trap.
"Well, it seems we have three options. 1. We could scout the exterior for signs of a fight. 2. Knock on the door and see who answers, and question them, or 3. We can turn around and punt that fellow for trying to get us to rob someone."
Matthias considered his fellow’s words as he shifted his shield onto his arm. No.
"Well let's not jump to any conclusions yet friend." Hundover said watching the light shining through one of the windows. "Jumping to conclusions often gets people killed. Besides, our patron doesn't want us to rob anyone. Remember he specifically said not to take anything, which implies there is to be no stealing." Hundover loosened his blade in its sheath. "He also said that our opponent was crafty. However as a pirate he would need a ship and he would need to load he ship with booty before leaving. I was thinking of starting there and working our way toward the house. I think of this as more of an assassination order than a reclaimation. Most groups be they pirates, soldiers, mobs, or what not fall apart easily and quickly if you kill the leader. And I believe our target is the captain who should in some way be overseeing either the operation or the next voyage. I say scout the area before we do anything though, if we weren't lied to then this looks like a trap."
Motivated by coin or not, the man who had introduced himself as Hundover was dedicated once he started. “We should also keep an eye out for the second boat. Our employer said that the other ship had been pillaged, but it would be foolish to not expect some kind of trap.” Matthias looked to the lit window, (what time of day is it now?) “I’m going to see if I can sense the presence of malice within the house. After that, we can look for the ship, that sounds like a good place to begin.” With that he strode toward the house, not approaching to close, and opened his eyes to the Lion’s gaze. If there were evil goblin pirates inside, their vicious ways would cling to them like burrs to cloth, and if the walls of the house were none too thick, their evilness would show up to his vision as clearly as the road, or the trees.
(Detect Evil at the house. Mattes will report whether he senses anything in that 60ft cone or not, then will follow Hundover down the coast, looking for the ships, probably shooting his evil-rays vision at any possible hiding spot including the house if it’s big enough not to see in one gaze.)
Posted on 2010-01-11 at 20:24:56.
Edited on 2010-01-11 at 20:26:05 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Twilight approaches, and this time we had better be ready, or it will be for us ^^
Dusk
June 25
Surton, Gaellus
Nearly surrounded and in the full illumination of a triad of torches, the Demon Dog’s intimidating presence was not diminished. The large beast seemed to have its full attention on Ben, a fact that was not missed by Galen. With the hope that his actions would be overlooked in the heat of the struggle, he stepped back from the melee and began to focus his mind. He made a quick gesture with his sword and called forth a mote of glowing positive energy with whispered resonating words of power. Using his body to block as much of the cast off light as he could, he channelled the energy into Ben’s shoulder, where it spread through his body, healing his wounds. (+5 Ben [15/27])
If anyone had noticed Galen’s strange actions, they wouldn’t have had anytime to understand what he was doing as a sudden burst of light exploded in the middle of the battle. The entire melee halted for a second as everyone recoiled in shock. Cries of “What the hell!?” mixed with various choice curses punctuated the battle, but Jeremy saw that his gamble had been successful, the flare had caught the demon dog wide-eyed and dazzled.
When Ben recovered he stepped back, holding his sword before him defensively. If the monster was going to insist on taking chunks out of him, he was not going to make it easy to do. While the monster focused on Ben, Ian drove his sword directly into its other flank, but as was becoming the norm, he failed to penetrate the tough hide.
Gordon, the brawny man standing next to Dana, realized that people’s weapons and tools were bouncing off the beast’s hide as though they were made of wood. With a flash of inspiration, instead of throwing his weight behind the pitchfork that occupied his right hand, he lunged out at the demon dog with the torch, wielding it like a branding rod. The reaction was immediate, the demon dog yelped aloud, more in surprise than pain, and snapped its head around to see what had harmed it.
Its bright red eyes locked onto the flame in the man’s hand. A low rumbled started in it’s throat, then it threw back it’s head and released the same low pitched wailing howl that had been disturbing the village’s sleep for the past week. Instead of the usual pulse-quickening effect that affected those who heard it from a distance, pure unleaded terror claimed the hunting party. This was no mere fear-inspiring cry, but something that instilled a supernatural terror that bravery alone was helpless against.
As people started fleeing, the man who branded the beast, Gordon, force himself to hold his ground. The hound rounded on him quickly and lunged out to bite him, wrapping its jaws around his upper arm and tearing. (7 Gordon [Yellow]) Gordon refused to be bested by the creature, however, and was not thrown to the ground.
As another of the torch-bearers turned to flee the monster also leapt out at him. Brad was bitten in the back of the neck, close to the same place the unfortunate villager whose screams roused the party. (12 Brad [Red]) He stumbled under the force of the blow, but he managed to keep his feet underneath him as he mindlessly charged for the gap between a pair of houses.
Within but a few seconds, the demon dog was surrounded by nothing more than a ring of pitchforks, torches, and a few swords. Gordon and Galen were the only ones that had resisted the sudden urge to flee. With a look of malice at either of them, it turned its head and leapt into the air. Gordon lashed out with his torch a final time, but missed as the monster took flight and glided away through the night air. The two remaining defenders watched with mixed astonishment and aggravation as the monster’s retreating silhouette sent the planned pit trap to an early grave.
On the ground, unconscious and unable to run, the villager still lay, bleeding out for lack of the attention of a healer.
Ben 15/27 ---- Jeremy 18/18 ---- Ian 22/22 ---- Galen 16/16 (O: 6, 1: 3)
(Ben, Jeremy, and Ian panicked for 2-8 rounds, I’ll let each decide for themselves, rolls don’t matter here)
NPC’s A,C-F, H (Albert, Caleb, Dana, Ella, Franz, Howard): Uninjured, panicked
NPC B (Brad): Red Status, panicked
NPC G (Gordon): Yellow Status
NPC S (Sam): Unconscious and dying, still.
Demon Dog: Green status, dazzled (9) and flying away into the night.
(THREE people succeeded against fear, and two with 20s. That is the largest number of low-numbers (‘cause the DC isn’t that hard) I’ve never seen my dice pour out all at once. If it matters much, Brother Harrison, who is the third person to succeed against fear, will arrive in a couple rounds, having been alerted by the howl, to see if anyone’s wounded. The line starts here for people wanting a Heal check for double hp recovery. If you’re nice I bet you can get another cure spell or two from Galen while the villagers aren’t looking.)
Attack!
June 26
En route to Surton
The wolf watched Ray warily, as if considering whether it would still be worth it to try to take him down. Ray, not wanting to waste anymore time trying to finish the animal off and also harbouring merciful tendencies, shouted at it, and raised his sword threateningly.
The wolf took another step toward retreating, and a second shout from Ray sent it running, tail between its legs, through the tall grass. Raymond watched it go for a moment, but didn’t spared no time in tracking me and my antagonist down across the road.
Tall grass frustrated his pursuit, but within a moment the parting of grass near him alerted him. Ray took a step back and held his shield out toward the attacking other wolf, which leapt past him as he dodged.
Ray glanced a weak blow off the wolf’s pelt, and it leapt at him only to be shoved aside by its shield. There was a pause as each foe considered the other, then Raymond lunged forward with a strong swing. The wolf tried to dodge, but Ray’s sword caught it right across the neck, slitting it from left to right. The wolf collapsed on the spot, bleeding and breathing shallowly. (critical 13 dmg)
Sooner rather than later, my horse calmed down and was compliant to my guidance again. I returned to the road where Ray was watching his horse skittishly making its way back to its master and provider of num-nums. We stayed on the alert for another attack, but it seemed the other wolf had been thoroughly convinced to stay away from us for the time.
(If you inspect the downed wolf any, you see that it is a particularly vicious looking specimen, worthy of the old tales about cruel and savage wolves.)
Ray 17/18 (3 PP) ---- Owen 5/10 (4 SP)
(Subdual damage healed within the hour)
Wolf 1 – Dying or Mercy killed
Wolf 2 – Red Status (fled)
Day
June 26
Surton, Gaellus
“Brother Harrison?” inquired a man’s voice.
“Yes, come in, my child, what can I do for you?” the middle-aged priest replied.
“Well,” the man began, hesitant, “what would you say if I told you that I think there might be a witch among these hunters from Corazon?”
Harrison’s eyes widened, “Come, tell me everything. Are you sure?”
“Well, no, I’m not. I thought I saw something, last night, but then there was that sudden flash, and then hell broke loose when the demon howled.”
“I see.” The priest bumped his fingers against his chin thoughtfully. “I think,” he said, looking up, “that it would only be prudent and practical to forget all we know about these events you bring to my attention. For one thing, we don’t know enough to recklessly endanger a man’s life with such accusations, and for another, I think it would be unadvisable to indict someone who is going out of his way to help us with our own problems. Have you told anyone else about this?”
The man relaxed at these words, “No Brother, not yet.”
“Good, I imagine not everyone would react to the possibility with a rational head.”
“Thank-you for your counsel.”
Late Afternoon, Same day
June 26
Surton, Gaellus
We arrived a couple hours before suppertime and a good long time before sundown came again. Ben, Jeremy, Galen, and Ian informed us what transpired while we were away, and that the demon dog would indeed openly hunt humans.
We still had a good four or five hours until sundown and several small parties were scouting the surrounding lands for signs of where the demon dog might have been lairing during the days. Another team of volunteers made some impromptu torch sticks to use against the monster once the hunt began (coincidentally much the same team that had volunteered to dig the pit).
“So what do we know about the demon dog?” I asked, “Do we have any evidence whether it’s an actual outsider?”
Ben 27/27 ---- Jeremy 18/18 ---- Ian 22/22 ---- Galen 16/16 (O: 6, 1: 4)
(Galen spent 1 cure light and 1 cure minor on Ben, plus assisted natural healing)
NPC’s A,C-F, H (Albert, Caleb, Dana, Ella, Franz, Howard): Uninjured
NPC B (Brad): Yellow Status and may be held back until he heals some more.
NPC G (Gordon): Barely Injured, Green Status
NPC S (Sam): Tended. Regained consciousness the next morning, still badly wounded but recovery. In other words, no longer of concern to hard-working PCs.
(So we've got a few hours. None of the parties has returned with a sighting but they'll be coming in until an hour before sunset and anyone of them might have a location. If we don't go out, we can reasonably expect the pooch to return prepared for us)
Posted on 2010-01-10 at 06:25:31.
Edited on 2010-01-10 at 06:27:15 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: I told you we weren't in trouble yet.
Middle of the Day
June 26
Riding to Surton
Ray reversed the blade in his hand, holding it like one might a dagger, and baited his foot forward a bit to try to lure the wolf in for attack, keeping the rest of himself behind his shield to make the lure more attractive. The animal lurched, testing the bait, and Ray lunged out quickly, more so than either probably expected. The wolf flinched away, startled by the full charge, but wasn’t fast enough to avoid Ray’s backhand stab. Fur and flesh gave way as Ray carved out a cut into the scruff of the wolf’s neck, starting just below its ear. (-9 dmg, nice hit)
Blood quickly drenched that side of the wolf’s body, and it was clearly beginning to favour its left leg as it stalked around Ray beyond his reach. Ray circled around the wolf, trying to put himself in a position to get to me as soon as possible. The wolf stalked around Ray, too, looking for a weakness rather than going for the foot again.
In a burst, it threw itself toward Ray and leapt up at him. Ray held off against the weight of its body and shoved outward with his shield, throwing the wolf back to the ground, who recovered in an instant and retreated further, keeping a suspicious eye on his foe.
Meanwhile, Ray could only just still see Owen retreating into the distance. From here he couldn’t tell how he was faring.
Ray 17(2)/18 (3 PP) ---- Owen 5/10 (4 SP)
Wolf 1 – Yellow Status (chasing me?)
Wolf 2 – From Uninjured to Red Status in one hit! Ha ha!
(He's actually gone 5ft away from you, if that was in question. You could go after me (and turn your back to the wolf), or you could try to finish this beast (or at least intimidate it enough that it thinks better of this fight))
Posted on 2010-01-09 at 05:40:19.
Edited on 2010-01-09 at 20:24:30 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Fight! Nothing witty to say for now. It's a race to see who will use magic first, Galen or Jeremy
Just before full Dusk
June 25
Surton, Gaellus
Jeremy quickly tore off a length of cloth from his new sleeve and pressed it to the man’s bloody neck. The limits of his medical knowledge taxed, he signalled down one of the hunters (Caleb, for those interested). “Keep this pressed against the back of his neck,” he told him. To another (Howard) he directed him to seek professional assistance. The man nodded and ran toward the church, waving his torch above his head as he called out for Brother Harrison.
Meanwhile, Ben and Ian continued to attack the monster. The waning light made it difficult to pinpoint exactly where the large black creature was at all times, but it was big and not hard to hit. Ben rained a heavy two-handed blow down into the monster’s shoulder, provoking it to yelp. For the strength of his swing, Ben was disappointed in how shallowly he dug in and the resulting wound. (2 dmg) Ian, on the other hand, was beginning to realize how tough the hound’s hide actually was as his sword glanced off. By now, the first of the pitchfork wielding hunting party had joined the battle, lead by Gordon holding a torch above his head and casting the battle into the light again, as the sky was overcome by darkness.
The so-called Demon Dog glared up at Ben with its glowing red eyes filled with hatred. It lunged to attack again, but Ben reacted quickly enough to escape its jaws. More torches and pitchforks continued arriving, conspiring to surround the monster and trap it in a cage of foes and weapons. (Ben, you are now back in flanking with a guy by the name of Brad). Dana attacked but only grazed the monster’s hide. All the while, the beast grew visibly more agitated.
Ben 10/27 ---- Jeremy 18/18 ---- Ian 22/22 ---- Galen 16/16 (O: 6, 1: 4)
NPC’s A-H (Albert, Brad, Caleb, Dana*, Ella, Franz, Gordon, Howard): Uninjured
*sword & shield woman
NPC S (Sam): Unconscious and dying, still. Jeremy’s ad hoc Aid Another check still pending for whoever tries to heal him first.
Demon Dog: Green status and pissed about it
(Alright, the round is finished. Jeremy’s actions for flaring are prepared, with the prayer that no one sees him casting (unless he wants to change that now). There is now only one spot left to attack the monster in melee from, which can be filled by either NPC C or Jeremy (or NPC H if he returns from the church soon enough). I have lunch and piano lessons to be getting to, so Ray and I and our own wolves shall have to wait a bit.)
EDIT: both Galen, Ben, and I hope Jeremy doesn't change his mind.
Posted on 2010-01-08 at 19:44:11.
Edited on 2010-01-09 at 05:43:33 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Snow
Subject: Wah! Loki is ignoring me! Why does he hate me so much?
Hehehe, not to spread any misinformation about Canada being a land where we see snow in the summer, but over here in Alberta it took a good three feet of snow in one evening, earlier this winter, to mess anything up. Seriously, we were helping people not get stuck in the middle of the road, and traffic was hell for those who went out, but lines stayed good at least where I live.
Good luck, and home sweet home to your Canadian friend.
Posted on 2010-01-05 at 23:04:39.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: It’s no Laplace’s Demon, but it seems to do well enough for itself
"Ian get around around to its backside, I'm going to get it off that man, Jeremy, Galen, pull that guy away from the battle to safety and have someone tend to him, then join us in battle afterwards. Everyone else, cut off its escape and aid us as you can, don't let it get away!" Jeremy and Galen ran out to grab the man, but were outstripped by Ben with a cry as he barreled toward the monster itself.
The “Demon Dog” curled its snout in a snarl as Ben approached. He gathered all his short-term football experience as he sprinted and tried to throw it behind his left shoulder as he met the beast. In response the hound sunk its jaws deep into Ben’s left side and pushed back, trying to knock him to the ground. (-12 Ben [15/27]) He slipped back half a step and almost forgot his momentum for a second, but regained his balance and shoved into the large hound. As strong as Ben’s enhanced body was, however, the brute was also strong, and much larger, sliding only an inch.
Meanwhile Ian with his short blade manoeuvred into a position opposite Ben, flanking the monster between them. The monster snapped its head around to watch Ian, and apparently realized the position it was in. With a glance at the prey bleeding between its legs, it retreated a step to keep both of its immediate threats, Ben and Ian, in its vision and lunged at the now bleeding Ben. It seized his leg as he tried to dodge, again sinking its powerful jaws through his armour into his flesh. (-5 Ben [10/27]) With his leg firmly in its jaws, the hound tried to pull Ben’s footing out from underneath him, like a real wolf might do, but Ben held his ground.
(That sound you hear, Ben? That’s the sound of this world’s gods rolling up a new characters for a new batch of heroes. I think you’re right about the dice. You’ve now taken both max and minimum normal damage in one round. No tripping, yet, though.)
From behind them, Dana, the woman with the sword and shield, caught up while the rest of the hunting party scrambled to the door to help those already in battle.
(Galen, Ian, and now Dana are all in a flanking position, but Ben is now on the corner of the monster’s square)
With two swords in his hands and direct proximity to the monster, Galen decided to give the monster something to worry about. He swung his swords at the oversized hound, only landing a pair of glancing blows off the creature’s hide. Meanwhile, Jeremy was free of the monster’s immediate presence, leaving him unhindered as he pulled the man away from the melee. Looking at the man, he quickly realized that he would need some form of medical attention, or he would soon bleed to death.
Ben 10/27 (bad luck for you this round 0.0) ---- Jeremy 18/18 ---- Ian 22/22 ---- Galen 16/16 (O: 6, 1: 4)
NPC’s A-H (Albert, Brad, Caleb, Dana*, Ella, Franz, Gordon, Howard): Uninjured
*sword & shield woman
NPC S (Sam): Unconscious and dying
Demon Dog: Uninjured
(Halfway through Jeremy’s action–I just need to know whether he would try a first-aid Heal check himself, or get some one else to do it while he tries to hold off the monster.)
(Guess what everyone? No company anymore! Not even Ben, who half lives here.)
Posted on 2010-01-05 at 04:21:58.
Edited on 2010-01-05 at 04:23:38 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Next step is the journey to Mech-a
Congratz. You are a mech pilot, you got your wish--in fact, you always were a mech pilot, but you didn't know you had all this talent. As it turns out, there are no mechs and you have a sneaking suspicion that wishing for one of those would result in a lot of Gundam action figures and a height adjustment. On a seemingly unrelated note, you never have trouble with getting mechanics to do what you need again.
I wish Reralae would stop being so distracted by multitudinous other sources of entertainment and post up.
Posted on 2009-12-28 at 19:59:17.
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Topic: Hello Everyone
Subject: It's in the mail.
"And yes to the facelick shirt."
I think that has got to be the best first thing to say after an extended absense. 
If I remember correctly, the shirts were being discussed somewhere. Either way, welcome back Signor of Victory.
Posted on 2009-12-23 at 09:32:48.
Edited on 2009-12-23 at 09:33:11 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Things are looking down, but never fear: the battle is far from hopeless yet.
Raymond gave a half-hearted tug on the horse’s reigns, knowing that the beast was not likely to stop for any amount of persuasion he was capable of mustering. Making a split-second decision, he loosed his left leg from the stirrup, stood with his right and threw his arms beneath him as he flew from the horse’s back.
Carried through the air by the horse’s momentum, he slammed into the hard ground and rolled a few feet before coming to a halt on his back. The grass was warm and dry beneath him, but he had no time to think about that, aware of the teeth that sped toward him. He held his shield in the direction he thought the wolf would be coming from as he hastily pushed himself back onto his feet. (-2 subdual Ray [18(2)/18])
The wolf met Ray just as he had drawn the bloodless sword from the scabbard at his waist. With a wicked gleam in its eye, it opened its jaws wide and dove at his leg. His battle instincts kicked in and he drew his leg back, pushing his shield down into the wolf and shoving the beast back. In his peripheral vision he could see Owen’s horse retreating in the distance, adding urgency to his swing as he brandished his sword at the wolf. It learned caution against the fleshy manling as it dodged the steel.
The wolf flattened its ears just beyond the far range of Ray’s reach and watched him carefully. It let loose another low growl, and then leapt forward. Ray took a step back and tensed against the attack, but the wolf caught him on the leg and bit. Ray felt its fangs pierce through his light armour and puncture the flesh underneath, but the pain was minor and wash washed out of his mind by the adrenaline coursing through his body. The wolf pulled back, but he stood his ground, wrenching his leg from the monster’s jaws. (-1 Ray [17(2)/18])
Meanwhile, I clung to my horse with hands and legs, placing my trust in its time-honoured fleeing instincts to escape danger. I barely registered Kiara’s claws sink into the fabric over my back as she sought purchase against unexpectedly departing this ride. After a moment, I dared a glance over my shoulder and found that the wolf was having trouble keeping pace with the powerful strokes of the horse, and was beginning to fall behind. Now, it would be a matter of which party could maintain a run through the thick undergrowth longer, and how soon the predator would decide the expenditure of energy useless.
Ray 17(2)/18 (3 PP) ---- Owen 5/10 (4 SP)
Wolf 1 -- Yellow Status (chasing me)
Wolf 2 -- Uninjured
(Alright, I covered two rounds since it was pretty obvious what you were going to be doing after you bailed. I’m going to go pester the other party to update now. Whether I get all the posts in or not, I’ll be continuing soon. (It should be noted that Jeremy is somewhere in México right now, and thus is beyond expectations of an immediate post) As with any lapse in updating, characters will shift into autopilot as necessary, which here likely means following Ben’s conveniently supplied advice.)
Posted on 2009-12-23 at 05:44:20.
Edited on 2009-12-23 at 05:53:02 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Forgotten Kings Q&A
Subject: Oie
I missed the note on the last page- I meant that Mattes would get suited up once we arrived near the estate (going only 2 mi/h (according to this calculator) definitely throws a hitch in travel plans ^^).
Will you be able to post while off in México, or should we expect a short hiatus?
Posted on 2009-12-18 at 23:41:25.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Hey, guys? Let's never get non-warbeast mounts again, 'kay? Pain in the butt XD
As I kicked the wolf off my leg, Ray was already focusing his psychic energies into a deadlier form. He looked down at the wolf and an amber pulse shot through his irises. Immediately the wolf recoiled under the sudden concussive headache. (-3 dmg) It shook its head in confusion while my horse dragged me away into the grass and Ray flipped Ben’s shield around, taking hold of the straps almost as if he knew what he was doing (and he did).
I turned my torso in my saddle and levelled my left hand at my assailant. My leg throbbed as I concentrated on not allowing the horse’s gallop to disrupt my spell. The wolf instinctively tried to dodge the magical missile but was quickly regretting trying to ambush two metaphysics users. My missile drove into its shoulder and burst, unleashing its destructive energy into muscle and bone. (-4 dmg)
Ray had barely taken hold of his horse’s reigns again when the creature had gathered enough of its senses to take control of the foolishness its rider was participating in. It dug its hooves into the turf and dove left into the grasslands, ploughing through the grass that slapped at Ray’s shins.
From behind him the second wolf crashed through the grass, joining the ambush and gaining ground quickly. The first wolf was in pain, but not ready to let the prey escape yet. It dove into the grass after me, hot on my heels.
(Alright, So your mount has decided to act on it’s own 101: You are considered on the back of a moving creature, and anything you do in your round will reflect that (manifesting, ranged attacks). This is not the end of your adventuring days, however, for you have the power to take control of the mount again. You can try to direct your unruly beast of burden through a difficult Ride check as a move action that provokes AoO (with the wolf 10 ft behind you). With this check you can do anything you normally would be able to direct the mount to do, but should you fail, your turn ends in frustration. If you feel that your horsemanship is not up to this task, you always have a second option: Bail out as a free action and make a Ride check to not die when you hit the ground at your speed—err, to soft fall.) (Is it just me or is the OOC just about as long as the post itself? How depressing)
Ray 18/18 (3 PP) ---- Owen 5/10 (4 SP)
Wolf 1 -- Yellow Status (chasing me)
Wolf 2 -- Uninjured (chasing you)
Posted on 2009-12-17 at 04:12:06.
Edited on 2009-12-17 at 04:15:19 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Where are you from?
Subject: I'm just organizing the list a tad. If you don't like it, just switch back
Alabama
(Birmingham): t_catt11,
(Decatur): Duncan74
Arizona
(Apache Junction): Longshadow
California
(mile from Disneyland): Dragon Mistress, Brianna,
(San Diego): Driztts (just miles away from Sea World)
(Unspecified): Syanide Shadowalker, Santa Ana, Oko, Blue_Fire
Florida
(Tampa): Admiral
(Tallahassee, Fort Myers): Ruler of the Shadows
Indiana
(Lost Wages [Vegas] ): Longshadow
Missouri
(Columbia): JenthLiadon
(St. Louis): Merideth
Michigan
(St. Joesph): Drakar
(Holt): Fallen Mistress
Nevada
(Lovelock): Snake/Wolfy
Reno; (is Reno a user or a place?)
Greygrey
New York
(Fort Plain): Jozan1
North Carolina
(Originated From): Lyskhala, Fantasy (Cherokee County)
North Dakota
(Unspecified): Nomad D2
Ohio
(New Carlisle): Eol Fefalas
(Dayton): Lyskhala
Texas
(San Antonion, Home of the Alamo XD): Tann'Talas,
(Houston area): Rystefn K'ryll
(Corpus Christi): DarkAutumn
(middle of nowhere): Shield Wolf & Randal.n.Beth021409
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Canada
Alberta
(Calgary): Sibelius Eos Owm (born Regina, grew up here), Philosopher(Born in Winnipeg), Aardvark (also born in Winnipeg),
(Wetaskiwin): SilentOne,
(Cold Lake): Longshadow,
(Leduc): Purplepseudodragon and her husband to soon join her, Snake, aka Wolfy,
British Columbia
(New Westminster): Geraint and Ananya
(Vancouver): Velinith
Manitoba
(Winnipeg): Vilyamar, Dragonblood
Nova Scotia
(Kinsac): GRUGG
Ontario
(Toronto): Alacrity & Vanadia
(Brooklin): Tempest
(30 mins from Windsor and ambassador bridge): cdnflirt
(Ottawa): Tek (Born in Winnipeg)
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Overseas
United Kingdom
(Edinburgh): Ginafae
(London): Septimus Sandalwood (born in Boston M.A, but grew up and is now living in London)
(Undefined): TheRealStGeorge, Cheshire Cat
Iceland
Skari-dono
The Netherlands
('s-Hertogenbosch): Fantasy & Almerin
Sweden
(Jönköping): Scarab
Finland
(Oulu): Raven
Australia
Guenhwyvar
Spain
(Torrejón): Longshadow
Posted on 2009-12-17 at 01:51:58.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Now you get to see what the poochie looks like while Ray and I get the wrong idea.
Fun Time, Nearing End of Twilight and Full Dusk
June 25
Surton, Gaellus
As things calmed somewhat, people started fitfully trying to get some sleep. If it was difficult to get a good night’s rest before, the beast’s howls tonight made the slightest catnap seem an arduous goal. Jeremy turned to his fellows. “Where do you think we should guard?”
Galen had just begun to formulate an answer when he was cut off by a hushed cry. “Listen!” A peculiar sound was rising out of the twilight. As the source of the sound approached, it was clearly the sound of a man, shouting something made mutedly unintelligible. A pause, then:
“Help me! Help! ‘E’s ‘ere! ‘E’s here!”
(I’m going to take liberties, though someone might be interested to know that the woodsman’s bow and quiver lie in the room with the pitchforks)
His cries repeated as he approached, punctuated by gasps for air to maintain his sprint. The hunting party exchanged glances, and then ran for their weapons, save the woman who brought her husband’s sword. Everyone watched the door nervously as someone opened it for the benefit of the collective curiosity. Without taking time to discuss the matter, Ben, Galen, Ian, and Jeremy, quickly drew their weapons and ran through the door, not knowing what they would find.
The man burst onto the street in front of town hall from an adjacent street. Hot on his tail, a large (we’re talking 5’ at the shoulder) black hound sailed through the air and sunk its teeth into the back of the man’s neck, throwing him to the ground with the Demon Dog on top of him. From this distance, those standing at the entrance to town hall could see the pained expression on the man’s face give away into unconsciousness.
One paw on the man’s back, the Demon Dog turned to regard the heroes, its dull red eyes glowing brightly in the growing dusk as torches and pitchforks rallied behind Ben and Jeremy.
(Combat: Start – the monster is some 45 feet in front of you, all the NPCs are behind you and all of you rolled init enough to go before them: Go to town. Or from town, if you’re really rethinking battling this beastie)
Ben 27/27 ---- Jeremy 18/18 ---- Ian 22/22 ---- Galen 16/16 (O: 6, 1: 4)
NPC’s A-H (Albert, Brad, Caleb, Dana*, Ella, Franz, Gordon, Howard): Uninjured
*sword & shield woman
NPC S (Sam): Unconscious with a monster standing on his back 0.<
Demon Dog: Uninjured
Day
June 26
South Road from Corazon, Gaellus
After Ray finished his exercises, he decided to eat some of his road provisions. I busily refreshed my mind of the watch-spell I used last night while Kiara devoured another mouse. Ray gave me the shield.
"I think I will have to get myself a shield too now..." he said with a grin.
“Why don’t you hold on to this one until we get there? If we run into anything, it won’t be any use to me,” I say, handing it back.
We ‘broke’ camp, or rather, stood up, mounted the horses and left, continuing our journey southward. As should be expected so soon after Midsummer, the sun beat down on us, mercifully abated by a stiff breeze. I expected to have burns on my forearms by this evening.
It was sometime past midday when the grasses to my right shifted oddly in the breeze. Under normal circumstances, I never would have even picked this up, but the muted swish of something navigating through the blades alerted me to something more. “You see that?” I asked Ray, adrenaline kicking in. He had.
A wolf burst onto the road from the right, its hackles raised and teeth bared for confrontation. I don’t consider myself an expert on wolves, but it didn’t look normal. Its fur was noticeably grungy and it had a viscous expression on its muzzle. I didn’t have long to philosophize the significance of these things, however, as another one sprung from the grass behind us. I reached for my staff in my belt, drawing a spell to my mind as the fore wolf came running at us with a growl.
My leg dug into my horse’s left flank as I instinctively tried to pull away from the creature, adding discomfort to the beast's terror. It managed to get a hold of my leg and sank its teeth in hard. I defended myself by screaming blue murder instead of the words to a shielding spell as it pulled, dragging me off the horse. My leg came free, however, and snapped back, kicking the horse and further encouraging its immanent flight. (-5 Owen [5/10])
(Combat: Start – We’re side-by-side 5ft apart with me on the right and you left. The first wolf is between in front of us and the other is a ways back. You are wearing your armour ‘cause we were expecting to enter hostile territory, though the shield is still a move action over your shoulder.)
Ray 18/18 (4 PP) ---- Owen 5/10 (5 SP)
Wolf 1 -- Uninjured
Wolf 2 -- Uninjured
Horses -- Uninjured and not happy about monsters in their face.
(I know you were thinking about some rp opportunity, but the course of events is partially reliant on us forgetting to visit Daisuke while we were in town. Instead, I threw us headlong into a fight which will wear us down for the coming evening. Don’tcha love the DM’s sadistic ways?)
(By the way, nice avatar)
Posted on 2009-12-16 at 05:49:56.
Edited on 2010-03-23 at 20:50:11 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Rats have no sense of tone or phrasing. Ugh—this will be a long choir class
Dylan fought to make himself be heard over the chanting that the rats had taken to. It wasn’t quite enough to have his voice drowned in the noise of the beasts, but to be upstaged by a swarm of vermin, too. He herded a stray lock of hair out of his face as he continued to bellow his chant.
The rats grew to deafening volume as they heaped together into a growing mass. Dylan continued to mouth the words to his chant, being entirely unsure anymore whether or not he was actually still putting voice to the shapes his mouth was making.
The squeaks steadily died away as individual voices melded into a fearsome, two-headed whole. Dylan discovered that he was indeed still singing when the monstrous noise fell away, though one would be hard pressed to call his voice courageous or inspiring as the mental threat rattled through their minds. “We have claimed these halls as our den. You will feed our young for days to come, and when the last of the flesh has been stripped from your bones, perhaps your foolish kin will send more in search of you, and we shall feed anew.”
So much for this being a simple task. Dylan thought. I wonder what Xaris is doing now? Probably enjoying a lovely nap in the sun, trying to put some colour into that ghost’s body of his.
“Anyone else thinking what I’m thinking?” Dylan asked aloud, pausing but not breaking the chant’s flow through his body. He looked into one of the head’s eyes “Weren’t there more goblins than this back at the keep?” With this taunt he launched into the chorus with renewed vigour, pouring from his lips the magic of courage and tenacity.
(That is to say, continuing to inspire courage, as well as moving back a step or two if Dylan happens to be in the way of any of our warriors)
Posted on 2009-12-03 at 04:24:42.
Edited on 2009-12-03 at 04:25:37 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Settling down for the evening
Mid afternoon
June 25 (5th Day)
Surton, Gaellus
“The bow was found near a copse of trees just beyond the edge of the farm.” The man who spoke set the weapon on the council table. “We figure he dropped it when—well, when he ran.”
“Rather, we figure he ran. A couple hundred feet from the bow the grass was stained with dried blood, it was an even bigger mess than where the body was found,” said the second man, “near there we found a quiver’s worth of arrows and this dagger.” He laid the items out on the table. The arrows were clean and in decent condition, however the dagger was indiscriminately covered with splattered blood.
“We also checked out the ground just between the trees and the farm and found another arrow. We figure the woodsman took a shot an’ missed, or at least hit and didn’t wound it.” The three men of the sent to investigate the scene concluded their report with a thanks from the mayor. In the discussion that followed, ideas were conjured to aid in putting and end to this menace. Jeremy suggested finding some poison, but it was pointed out that the village lacked an apothecary and the villagers lacked the skill for this level of poisoning. Besides, Galen noted, they didn’t even know if the monster would be susceptible to poison.
The other main idea that came out of the meeting was received better. Jeremy also suggested to dig up a covered pit trap and to find some way to lure the Demon Dog into it. Of course the biggest problem would be finding some way to make the beast show up where it needed to be to fall victim to the trap. After that it was a matter of provoking it to run into the trap, for which, Galen suggested, the bow and arrows already on the table seemed well suited.
As there would hardly be enough time tonight to even start the pit trap, they would be better off buckling down the village with what little daylight remained, and starting on preparing the trap tomorrow.
Early Evening
Some day of the week, June 25 (5th Day)
Corazon, Gaellus
As the cart trundled on to the city’s cobblestones once more, Ray turned to me. “Did we make the right decision? Even though nothing has happened to the escort, I feel that my duty has been fulfilled.”
I nodded, "We didn't know that everything would have been fine. It was necessary to come, as far as we knew at the time."
"For me, I'm just glad to be well and far away from any monster prowlin' the country. We’d’ve gone anyway, but I'm happier that you were there just in case something did happen," one of the drivers offered. They dropped us off at the Cat’s Cradle and were on their way.
“We need to get back to the group right away. I did give the mayor a plan, but that won’t stop someone from doing something stupid,” Ray said to me as we stepped inside.
"If you make it foolproof, they will make a better fool," I quoted—not to be condescending towards any of the villagers or anything—it just so happened to be true.
We ate our supper quickly, then made quick trip to the armourer’s shop and purchased Ben a red wooden shield that would seem particularly suited to his preferences. Ray hung the shield over his shoulder by the guige strap and we went on to look for mounts. A moment of quick rationale sent us back to the Cradle where we asked if it was possible to rent out a pair of beasts from the stables for a few days. We were redirected one of Katrina’s sons who was the stable master. In the end we took out a pair of horses, saddled and loaded with enough feed and water for a couple days for six silver nobles apiece, and rations for ourselves for another five. Since we still had rooms booked at the Inn, our collateral was already accounted for.
I decided to neglect mentioning that I didn’t actually know how to ride a horse until well away from the stables. Sure I had ridden one before, but clinging to the back of a stomping monster when I was a child was far from being considered working experience. I didn’t know what Ray’s prior experience with riding was, but I suspected he had resolved to wing it as I had. Instead of complaining about it, I crawled ungracefully on the beast’s back and turned my head down the south road. It was worse than taking a hill lengthwise on grandpa’s riding mower in terms of stable seating, but the horse reacted to the shift in my body weight, and needed only a bit of encouragement from a twitch of the reigns.
There is a clear difference between theoretical and practical knowledge in about any field of expertise, and it was probably clear that I lacked the latter. Eventually, though, I fell into the rhythm of the horse’s steps, rising in the saddle as the shoulder would otherwise be jolting me from the bottom. To think, without The Thief, I would have been rattled like a sack of bones for the entire trip. Who says fiction is useless? Fools.
Unbeknownst to us, a pair of light brown eyes traced our path through the gates and out into the country, then finally turned to the western and falling sun with a distant, thoughtful gaze.
Sunset and Twilight
Surton, Gaellus
By the time the preceding edge of the sun touched the horizon, no one dared step foot outside the makeshift forts of the church and town hall. A subtle air of tension settled over the buildings and mounted gradually as the sun was consumed by the west. Mothers pretended nothing was wrong for their children, but even they, save for those too young to comprehend it, grew hushed against the fading light.
More than a few people—in either venue—took to praying with voiceless lips. Sunset passed, and twilight fell. In anticipation for the nightly wails to begin even the semblance of activity ceased. Each man and woman in the structures waited for the beast that had been preying upon their livestock to sound its nightly haunt, and, though no one wished to acknowledge it even to themselves, to discover whether the demonic creature would be content to sate its hunger on their livestock or if its tastes had become more refined.
The minutes since sunset ticked on, eventually growing long enough that a few people began to have hope that the monster had moved on from their poor village. Several people shifted uncomfortably, trying to loosen muscles that had been clenched unconsciously only to have them tense up again.
Then, finally, release.
The relatively low-pitched, moaning howl broke over the village and hearts beat double time in the wake of an adrenaline rush. The sound rang loud and uncomfortably close for a good few minutes, then died into the twilight. The wail seemed to break a spell held over the villagers, and people resumed to settle down for the evening. The consensus of silence held for a short while, but soon a few hushed voices rose to the discourse of such matters as to get to bed and to stop squeezing my leg so hard. Howls fell into chilling, irregular intervals that snapped rooms full to attention for a second the way a great thunderclap might.
Twilight
June 25
South of Gaellus, Corazon
Ray and I made decent progress south, stealing the last drops of daylight to add to our travel time. Eventually we decided that we had better let ourselves rest, and stopped by the side of the road where we could tie our horses to a tree. I yawned a couple times, and then cast the spell that would keep watch while we slept. I lay and watch the stars come out, then tried to get some sleep. As I lay on the brink of sleep, it occurred to me that bedrolls would probably a wise investment in the future as Kiara exultantly bore down on a field mouse.
(I meant to get more done, but it’s already quite late. I’ll leave you to chew on this while I go write myself up a few thousand words over the next week and a half. If anyone wants to do something quietly as dusk falls, feel free to whisper quietly. Else, I should have another post coming eventually.)
Posted on 2009-12-02 at 06:38:55.
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Topic: Hey - nice newsletter :)
Subject: I wish I could read it--any one of them!
I suppose there was a problem sending them out--I also got three (and I imagine this story could be repeated a good few times).
My problem seems to be that my computer refuses to open the file. Any suggestions?
Posted on 2009-12-02 at 02:14:26.
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Topic: Favorite Non-Standard RPG
Subject: I just had a thought
I almost forgot, but I do know of a non-standard RPG. I don't know if you could say this is my favourite, as it is the only one I really know, but CJ Carella's WitchCraft is a modern day guns and magic rpg that I find allows for a great deal of character customization and adapts naturally to creating interesting role-play-worthy characters.
Posted on 2009-11-30 at 21:46:42.
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Topic: Forgotten Kings
Subject: Matthias - Hopefully this makes up for my relatively poor posting so far.
"Considering your recent inquisitions I'm fairly certain that you already suspected this, at least to some extent. It was not just a random band of goblins that took over my house. It was-", He looked at the band of adventurers rather sheepishly, "an infamous band of goblin pirates." Expecting laughter he paused for several seconds.
Matthias was taken aback by the revelation—laughter hadn’t even crossed his mind as he blinked away the surprise. Piracy, as far as his expertise knew, was merely thievery on the high seas, so it was no question that some of the less savoury types of any race could be found in its employ. Though as for that, usually when one thought of goblins, one came to the image of cave dwelling beasts that despoiled the surrounding area of anything of value, not an organized band of highway- (or in this case, would it be seaway?) –men.
"As unorthodox as it may sound it is true. They have been a thorn in the side of traders all across Altria, the fact that no one takes them seriously gives them a huge edge. I am especially guilty of making that mistake..." As he says this his face turns a reddish hue, he continues quickly trying to avoid questions on the matter. "Their captain is truly... fearsome comes to mind, although excentric works just as well.”
With a sideways glance down the Road, Matthias began to appreciate his decision to stay. Clearly these goblin pirates were a growing threat to all who sailed the seas, and needed somebody to take them seriously very soon. As Thomas admitted, these creatures had been largely disregarded and had been allowed to run rampant for this oversight. If they were smart—no joke intended—they could go on for a good deal of time before some one realized what a danger they actually represented and decided to do something. Perhaps even they already had gone too far, throwing out Thomas the way they had.
“If they happen to leave before you arrive there than all that you've lost is the time it takes to get there. Once again I must emphasize that the reward will be substantial."
The blademaster continued to insist on knowing the rewards he would receive if he were to assist in this matter, but the man with the pony accepted the map as soon as it was offered—practically leaping upon the scroll and the poor fellow that held it. Already Mattes’ admiration for this man clad in blue began to grow.
Adressing Hundover's question he says with a hint of distaste, "As you are mercenaries I assume you shall expect a monetary payment, and indeed I shall provide that. How would 300 gold a piece sound? Do not worry about the gold though, that is not what is secured inside the vault. The second half of your payment is inside the vault, and when I say second half I am not at all referring to the value. As you are an inquisitive bunch I am sure that you will want to know what the second half is, however that is where I shall have to draw the line. If you complete this task you shall receive both halves of the reward, that is all I may tell you. Even without what's inside the vault, I think you shall find that the monetary reward is very generous."
Almost immediately the mercenary decided that the venture was worth his effort, with a smile that seemed to Matthias befitting of a very large, fed cat spreading across his face. He quickly banished such thoughts—it would not do to judge the motivations of others without knowing their situation. This mercenary had already declared that he made a living off this type of work, so perhaps the size of the reward was reasonably his first concern.
“I am none to judge others, but think not that all of us here are motivated only by the value of your coin, good man. We shall set off immediately, I believe, to see to this problem. We shall see to it that these pirates regret their arrogance in tarrying.” He turned to the man in blue who was now inspecting the map. “How far do we travel? We shall need to don our armour and make preparations for the conflict before we arrive,” he said, adjusting the strap around his chest. “Though if we must travel far, then we should wait until we are near.”
He turned to face as much of the group as he could. “Are we all ready? If so, give us the direction.” Matthias addressed the last part to the man in blue specifically. He left him to carry the map—there was not much room between a sword and a shield to navigate, and it did not seem by his manner and his carved bone spear that this man was suited to bearing arms into the front lines of battle. A mage, Mattes suspected; or a druid or perhaps even a priest of some sort. Either way, some one with skill in the art of the supernatural, some one whose skill was best employed causing things to happen from behind the shield of another.
Posted on 2009-11-30 at 19:44:43.
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Topic: Forgotten Kings Q&A
Subject: Well
Well, I suppose logic clearly states that you are Sir Van, Ion. All this time you had us deceived XD
I want to get a post soon, preferably before end-of-term homework piles in.
Posted on 2009-11-28 at 09:23:59.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Of addiction, ill-considered excclaimations, and stir-fry
^ Is looking for another fairy dust high to make his life more beautiful and exciting again.
< Is (perhaps a bit hastily) screaming: "Oedipus had it lucky! Oedipus had it lucky!"
V Is now no longer considering stir-fry for supper.
Posted on 2009-11-25 at 19:36:48.
Edited on 2009-11-25 at 19:38:06 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Of Tinker and
^ Is warring with her step daughter whether the wand is her wizarding implement or her daughter's royal fairy sceptre
< Knows that fairy dust is a carcinogen and that you have to carefully shake it all out before you make a fairy stir-fry.
V Didn't realize that, in addition to being a carcinogen, fairy dust has a tendency to cause trolls to wear women's undergarments. 
Posted on 2009-11-25 at 18:18:37.
Edited on 2009-11-25 at 18:22:34 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Giant demonic dog down—next stop: save the world
Willow’s body was still charged, tingling after the combined effects of multiple doses of healing energy. For a second she didn’t move, gripping her blades and watching the blood wet the earth. A life of constant struggle laid to rest, a life that had caused such pain, ended. She turned away from the headless body to wipe her blades off on the grass, then moved on to see to the remains of her horse while Dusk manoeuvred the gear off the now human corpses scattered were they were slain.
She checked the animal for any signs that it might have been still alive, and confirmed that the poor beast was charred beyond any mage’s knitting. Only the spell that could call a creature’s spirit back from then dead could help it.
Willow picked up the sack that carried all her gear and threw it over her shoulder. She glanced at the remaining horses—hers was the only that had fallen, hers was the only that had gone into battle with her. That left her the only one without a mount. “Uh,” she began to say, but what came out felt more like a dying gasp. No one noticed.
"Where shall we pile the corpses?" Dusk asked without looking up from his grisly task. "They should be set aside from the road, if not burned."
“We can start the pyre where my horse lays. There’s nothing that’ll catch alight just there and she’s the heaviest.” Willow responded. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Could I get a ride with someone?”
Feeling the need to do something useful she pushed her hair out of her face again and grabbed one of the half-naked men that lay about the battlefield, trying hard not to think about the limp wrist in her hand, and dragged it over to the horse’s corpse. After she dumped the one, she decided very definitively to pick a new task, and sought bits of wood or other things that would burn easily.
(Augh! A month late  Not my best work, either.)
Posted on 2009-11-25 at 04:04:39.
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