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Topic: Reralae's Story Fragments
Subject: Not a normal system error

Come on,
Shoot faster,
Just a bit of energia...

"Miss? We appreciate your patronage, but it's nearly closing time." The attendant suddenly spoke, derailing the teenager's train of thought as she was putting more quarters into the machine.

"Already? Damn, I didn't realize it's already been that long. One more round?" She asked, flicking her violet hair back as she looked up at the attendant.

The attendant nodded. Satisfied, Nirelle stood back up and adjusted the arcade shotgun once more, getting ready for the virtual zombie horde.

Just as she was ready to pull the trigger, the power went out.

Nirelle swore, "Gorram power failures, what's this city coming to? Oy!" She waved at the attendant that she couldn't completely see, "Can I get my quarters back?" She asked, "Guess it decided to close early, huh?"

The attendant looked around vacantly, before pulling a flashlight out to count some coins, "I... guess so? I'm certain I just reset the fuse not too long ago."

"Hold up, fuse box problems?" Nirelle asked.

"Yeah. We've been needing to replace them roughly every week lately, though it's starting to get more common. We're trying to figure out which console it is that's drawing so much power."

Is it really just a greedy console, or could it be them?

"Mind if I borrow your flashlight? I'm not exactly a stranger when it comes to electronics. Maybe I can offer a second opinion." Nirelle offered.

The attendant shrugged, before pointing in a direction, "I guess there's no harm in it. Fuse room is that way."

Nirelle nodded, subtly checking underneath her hoodie to make sure she was indeed carrying her gun. With any luck she didn't need it, but with
her luck, well, better to have it. She casually walked in the direction pointed out to her, before finding the fuse room, coordined off from the rest of the arcade. Despite appearing to walk casually, she was actually making sure she didn't make much noise. She put her ear to the door.

That's a lot of buzzing for a broken fuse She considered, looking around to make sure the attendant wasn't nearby, before drawing her gun and kicking the door open.

Immediately, a loud screech met her ears. Unfortunately for the bug, by this point her ears were tempered by the music of various bands as well as its cousins.

"Gotcha!" Nirelle quickly fired, but her reflexes weren't fast enough this time. The 'bug', as she called them, a sphere of blue energy protected by hexagonal red plates, flew through the open door, hitting her in the head with one of its peculiar mandables as it flew past.

"Augh! Damn it! You get back here!"

Or at least, that's what she would've shouted, but her body wasn't particularly responsive. Nirelle staggered, her vision blurring and her movements slow.

Well, that's a first. She slowly thought, None of them actually have touched me before...

The teenager slumped to the floor, feeling her consciousness fade.

* * *

Never underestimate system bugs. They might be dangerous

Posted on 2014-01-21 at 17:28:24.
Edited on 2014-01-21 at 17:41:02 by Reralae

Topic: Tales of Alder Vale -- Spring
Subject: Well that's certainly a hidey hole if I ever saw one

"That looks about right for what we might be looking for." Violet said in a hushed voice.

((As PM, Violet hearing Asher's voiced notion of turning back now))

"I agree. We set out to find their hidey place, and as far as we know, this is it. Too risky to check further." Violet rubbed her upper arms, trying to get warmth to reach the inner muscles.

"I'd like to take a moment to get this spot recorded though," Violet added, looking around, "Let's see if we can find some trees nearby, get off the ground. Can you keep lookout while I try making a map? Or do you think we should just head back now?"

((If Asher thinks they really should just go back, then Violet will agree and then they'll head back.

Otherwise, the plan will be to find some place slightly secluded and Violet will actually draw a map so anycreature can be directed to the crevice with the map (well, hopefully, I don't know if cartography is in Violet's skillset yet)

Also, this is totally part of why Violet has a writing kit in her inventory ))

Posted on 2014-01-18 at 19:03:05.
Edited on 2014-01-18 at 19:04:26 by Reralae

Topic: Destiny's Flight - A Serenity RPG
Subject: Ghost? I believe in no ghost.

Catie didn't say very much during the meeting, keeping attention away from herself. There was no real reason to draw attention to her, particularly when there were important things to bring to the table, and she definitely would count this background research on their mission as very important. That being said, the lack of information on one front was more worrying than if they found something out.

Ignorance is not bliss... because what you don't know can still kill you. Catie remembered the quote from one of her teachers.

She looked slightly guilty for a moment before she suppressed the emotional tells and returned to paying attention. Catie was not a stranger to the concept of ghosts in that context. After all, she was nearly one herself, and one of the things she wanted was to be one.

Catie shook her head slightly, "I doubt they'd be amateur. I mean, it sounds like they were essentially hand picked by the person you met. Who knows, maybe he had his contacts make them ghosts as payment for prior services rendered? Either way, doesn't sound like there's a whole lot that can be done about that..." Her voice trailed off. Perhaps records were removed, but that wasn't to say it would be impossible to persuade a bit of information from them, maybe over a good meal. Perhaps another way she could exhibit her skills if needed, though she knew she'd rather stick to more business oriented things.

Posted on 2014-01-17 at 05:08:33.

Topic: Alder Vale Campaign Q/A
Subject: Notes

I was considering a solo op sort of thing, stealthily tracing them back to their hide-y hole, keeping hidden if possible so they feel like they're in the clear and actually do go back to it. Mostly just scouting, no intent to follow through with further attack.

Tag team with other people with stealth is an option.

Just my thoughts

Posted on 2014-01-14 at 06:14:33.
Edited on 2014-01-14 at 06:15:15 by Reralae

Topic: Tales of Alder Vale -- Spring
Subject: Might as well catch up a bit

Violet was gliding through the air, her arms outstretched and her 'wings' fully spread, before she landed, trying to keep her path and where she landed not too conspicuous. She didn't hear all of what exactly happened, but judging by Oltovian's intended direction, it looked as though he was ready to charge after the ones that fled. Hastily, she quickly folded her 'wings' back in place, hidden under her shawl.

"Hold your reptiles, Oltovian!" Violet called, "They have a head start; charging after them won't let you catch up to them. They'll just keep running." She noted.

Violet gave a soft squeak as she noticed some of her 'wing' still visible, and quickly covered it up with her other hand, holding shawl and 'wing' close to her body. With that done, she looked up (if Oltovian is still there to listen), "For that matter, there is the possibility there's more of them back where they came from. I agree we should find out where they came from exactly, and we can pass that knowledge along, but we shouldn't be looking for trouble. We do have our mission after all. We can't help out Master Weldon if he encounters trouble if we get ourselves in trouble first."

Moving along, she went to where the two that ran had started, checking the ground to get an exact sense of what direction they were headed; her vantage point from the treetops would've slightly skewed where she saw them headed.

"I can track them and find out where their hidey hole is, perhaps see what there is to be found out." Violet offered, still looking at the paw prints in the mud.

Though, the more reserved half of Violet's mind wanted to be up in the treetops away from the deceptive ground... She wasn't really born to be on the ground that often.

Posted on 2014-01-14 at 03:52:59.

Topic: Tales of Alder Vale -- Spring
Subject: Signal received, Violet standing by to fire if necessary

The unmistakeable sound of Oltovian's voice resonated clearly to where Violet was perched in the trees. She nodded, although (hopefully) nobeast could see it. The others did sound prepared, so if it came to violence, then it would be soon.

Violet drew Catkin to full, the force required to draw sending a slight ache into her arm, where she still felt the slight chill from the previous night. Yet, when drawn at full length, the amount of strength needed to hold it was not so great. Such was the curious nature of drawing a bow, effort is needed to initially draw it, but it becomes less as it is drawn fully.

Using her knowledge of how to aim Catkin, Violet kept the bow aimed at the seemingly ringleader. If it came to it, a swift dispatching of the leader may give them cause to lose morale, which would put the group in a better position.

((OOC: If it does turn into a full out attack, targets in order will be ringleader followed by the archer followed by the brute. Violet is holding herself ready to fire at the first attack, but does not intend to be the first attack, just to make sure that she allows the others time to be ready first))

Posted on 2014-01-08 at 18:45:49.
Edited on 2014-01-08 at 18:46:24 by Reralae

Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: Shopping trip results

I thought I'd go ahead and post the shopping trip results all in one post. Afraid I don't include much interaction with Tess and/or Grace but I didn't want to assume very much or end up making the post into a sort of chain of 'what ifs' with regards to character reactions. Also, Catie gets really focused when she's on a mission, so to speak

NPC interaction are also tentative, so please let me know if you have any problems or suggestions with how I portrayed any of the shopkeepers Al. I was aiming for them to be mostly generic, but still kind of relatable as a cashier or merchant you meet at a RL market.

Feel free to inject any interaction during the shopping trip as well. The post I made is basically compiling all of the marketing results together, but things can still happen in between. I'll just backpost as needed

Posted on 2014-01-07 at 20:46:26.

Topic: Destiny's Flight - A Serenity RPG
Subject: I'd say that was a good shopping excursion

((NOTE: I know interaction at the ship wasn't completely resolved, but in the interest of providing some momentum, this is playing out the results from the shopping trip. I'll backpost as needed))

What nervousness Catie might have had about being a tentative member of the crew all seemed to vanish as she caught sight and sound of the market. This was her element, as numerous jobs at restaurants proved time and again, and she was on the hunt.

Waiting a moment, she considered the crowd in front of her. Well, it wasn't exactly a crowd, since the market was not too busy, but they were almost all customers.

See where they're gathering, and see which merchants are making the most effort to attract customers... Catie slowly began to advance into the market proper, her sharp eyes casting around for potential targets.

Her gaze was drawn to a smallish man with beady eyes, manning a stall of dried goods, primarily variations of fruit. Catie gave a smile and walked over.

"Don't forget your fruit and vegetables!" The man was yelling, "Best deals this side of Persephone!"

Yet, you have competition, Catie mentally noted, her gaze locating another, although smaller, display of dried goods, this one maintained by another man, middle age, clean shaven. Probably a side job for them.

"F1G3" Catie murmurred, looking over the wares of the first man and comparing the packages with her memory. Labels didn't always tell the truth, after all.

Mostly fruit, but fruit is good. I wonder if he even knows those tomatoes are actually sun-dried.

"Tell me about these." Catie spoke up, pointing at a different package than what she was looking at.

"Freeze dried peas, a prize to be found 'round these parts." The man said, giving an overpriced estimate of their value.

Catie nodded, "I was curious, as you say it's not something you see very often. But what I'd like to purchase are a few of these." She indicated the tomatoes and a few smaller packages of dried fruit.

Caught off guard by being mislead, the man tried to give Catie the same price, but she looked with feigned surprise at him, "Surely they can't all be prized, and I'm pretty sure I saw a few of these over at the other counter... perhaps for less."

Even though he didn't vocally admit to his defeat, the man allowed Catie to counter offer him below the selling price.

"A pleasure." Catie gave a smile as she moved on.

Another merchant seemed to be selling various canned goods, but to the side of his stall were a few cans missing labels. Seeing the opportunity before her, Catie quickly walked up to get a closer look at them.

"Say, Miss, may I interest you in any fresh fish? My husband next stall over has a good haul." The woman offered.

Catie shook her head, "I was actually interested in getting a look at these." She picked up one of the unlabelled cans.

The woman blinked in surprise, "Now you're a strange one, if the label is gone how would you know what you're paying for? I wouldn't want to cheat you."

A bit too honest. Maybe she's a bit new to this? Catie noted.

"Actually, I recognize these cans. I've bought some from this brand before. If I'm right, a shipment of yours had a broken pallette? That would explain the labels missing." Catie replied, "These are broths."

Catie then gave a price that the woman, who wasn't entirely sure of the contents of the cans, accepted. Not wanting to take too much advantage of the situation, Catie did give her a fair price, if at a discount.

The next thing she targeted was spices. Unfortunately for Catie, the only person selling was a man who also was extremely stubborn.

"Sorry, lady. I've been selling these herbs for the last decade of my life. I know what they sell at. If you're not buying, then I do have other customers who will."

Higher than normal, but he is uncontested here... no choice Catie thought as she bregrudgingly accepted the marked up listed price.

"Can't always win." Catie said aloud to the others after they were out of earshot, rubbing the back of her head, "Still, if the only one I couldn't bring down was the seasoning, we're pretty well off. If you know how, you can make a supply of spices last a while as well." She observed.

"Hold up." Catie said suddenly, spotting something out of the corner of her eye, by the main market. "I think I see a good opportunity."

Carefully, she made her way over to the protein paste section of the market, keeping her face orientated towards other shelves and stalls as though scanning them, but instead looking out of the corner of her eye at the shipping label on one of the larger canisters. Catie gave a smile, and quickly went to find one of the workers, "If your manager is free, I'd like a word with them." She said, "About a purchase inquiry."

It wasn't long before the manager, a well dressed brunette, walked over, "So what is this about?" She asked.

Catie motioned towards the protein paste, "I was going to ask about purchasing one of those larger shipments you have back there."

"I'm afraid that's out of the question, those are orders made by various establishments." The woman replied, "If you'd like to make an order though...?"

Catie shook her head, "Actually, I noticed that one of the manifests was stamped with an expected pickup date that was four days ago. Seeing as the order is unclaimed, it's taking up space in your establishment, which could be allocated to another order."

The woman blinked, "Are you sure? Can you show me?"

Catie nodded, "Of course. It's right over here."

It didn't take long to find the shipment in question.

"Well, if you'd like to claim it, I'd prefer if you met the price as listed on the manifest." The woman said.

Catie shook her head, giving a sly look, "But that's not how it works. The order has to be made in advance, as you just mentioned to me. I expect there's a deposit already in place on the order, if not a full pre-payment. I'll pay the difference, so the order is complete as originally documented and registered, just with a different recipient. Keeps the paperwork simple."

The manager looked a bit surprised, and didn't speak for a moment, "You're sharp." She finally said.

Catie gave a smile, "One does one's best."

On the way back to the ship, Catie gave a laugh, "Now I can say with certainty that turned out well. Though, I have to give credit to that manager for trying to get an extra on that order."

Posted on 2014-01-07 at 20:35:24.
Edited on 2014-01-07 at 20:38:56 by Reralae

Topic: Alder Vale Campaign Q/A
Subject: Thoughts of purple

Violet's actions are based on one assumption: Based on how well armed the group is, they are repeat offenders. How skilled they are with their weaponry is another matter entirely.

They clearly have made a show of force. Violet's hope is that the group has a return show of force, and that they will back down. A fight right now, she doesn't see as being a good option, considering the current conditions - namely there being possible noncombatants that need to be defended.

I'm not sure if she knows exactly what Fenrir did, but either way, she considers them going away a good thing. After getting to the city, we can always double back to track and deal with them after getting more information about them.

If it does come to violence, Violet is ready and intends to target the main threats - ringleader, brute, and archer. She assumes they would not be pulling their punches, so she won't either. For that matter, Catkin was not designed to be gentle. If Violet was intending to be less lethal, she'd be using her sling. Pinecones aren't quite as lethal

If they end up surrendering, then they can be escorted to the city after being disarmed.

EDIT: Forgot to mention... Violet sees negotiation with bandits as not an option; the negotiations themselves could easily be buying time to do something... she doesn't trust them

Posted on 2014-01-07 at 18:38:18.
Edited on 2014-01-07 at 18:50:16 by Reralae

Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: Well...

Hoping Celeste returns soon. However, it sounds like the gathering of groceries will definitely take place, so I could make a post under that assumption.

Also, collectively, do we know where we could go to get groceries from where we're docked?

Posted on 2014-01-06 at 18:47:02.

Topic: Tales of Alder Vale -- Spring
Subject: Timing is important

[The Masons’ Way, northeast of the Murkenhill Forks, Mid Spring, Year 54 AR, present time, late morning.]

Violet couldn't completely hear everything that was going on along the road, but she knew that brandishing weapons usually went hand in hand with looking for trouble. Clearly, some people considered the wagons easy pickings, which meant they didn't see it was guarded.

Taking advantage of her position, Violet carefully reached over her shoulder to draw Catkin, her willow longbow, keeping her movements slow. They might not have seen her yet, and she wasn't about to give them reason to see her.

Drawing one of her arrows, Violet brings the fletching to Catkin's string, training her aim on the boastful one, the one that was doing all the talking. However, she did not draw the bow to fire just yet. Violet didn't know exactly how long she could hold Catkin back.

If I fire now, it will turn into a mess down there. Violet thought, I need to wait until we're committed to an attack. Otherwise, well, they might cut and run if I take out Mr. Big Mouth and bring their morale down, but it could cause a retaliation, and I don't see anyone ready for that yet. She noted, keeping watch on her friends.

((OOC: Violet is preparing to fire if necessary or given a signal. She knows that with her both hidden and in the treetops, she is in her ideal position, and that it's not a good idea to give herself away just yet.))

Posted on 2014-01-06 at 18:42:10.

Topic: Alder Vale Campaign Q/A
Subject: Darn,

Florence is not going to be happy when Vi gets back. She said she wouldn't get sick

Intimidation tactics might actually be in order; Vi is stationed in the trees, and could do a warning shot, to make them think there's additional defenses from the treeline.

Of course, the problem with performing a warning shot rather than taking a sneak attack is there is the possibility she'll be noticed, and then be unable to do the sneak attack right away if they immediately attack in retaliation...

Either way, these guys probably were after an easy target, and thought the wagons would be one. They think they have the advantage because it is 7v3 to their current understanding. Generally, the closer it is to even, the more nervous they would be. Bandits aren't exactly noted for sticking around when it's not to their outright advantage.

Just some things to consider when considering your character's actions

((Hoping Celeste returns soon too...))

Posted on 2014-01-06 at 18:21:26.
Edited on 2014-01-06 at 18:43:35 by Reralae

Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: Butterfly is still present

Though whether the game still is, well, might be a bit questionable right now...

Posted on 2014-01-04 at 07:24:42.

Topic: Tales of Alder Vale -- Spring
Subject: Trees are a squirrel's best friend, maybe?

Violet shook her head, "I think that was everything. Thank you very much." She replied, giving an awkward curtsey. It wasn't that the gesture was awkward to give, but rather that it looked kind of strange, with Violet using her shawl, her left forearm keeping the fabric at her waist while her right paw completed the action, making the lower part of the shawl act as though it were a skirt.

Leaving the gentlemouse to his own duties, Violet quietly left the library. She rubbed the back of her head a bit, silently going through the list of people she should probably talk to before the journey.

Murkenhill... I wonder if we need anything that grows from there. She thought, before deciding to locate Dunstable.

With Violet's paws quietly padding along the abbey halls, she could overhear little bits of conversation around her, but she paid them no heed, focusing on her task of locating the local herbalist.

When she found him, she made sure she wasn't too quiet so that she didn't startle him. That never went over well, especially if he was counting herbs out.

"Hi Dunstable," Violet spoke up, "Seeing as a few of us are heading up towards Murkenhill, was there anything we should keep an eye out for? I know it's still spring so things might not have bloomed quite yet but thought I'd ask."

*** and a bit later ***

There was one last person Violet wanted to see before they left. She carefully made her way to the infirmary. With one ear to the oaken door, she carefully made sure she wasn't disturbing anybeast before she entered. Violet did not like to interrupt.

After entering, Violet fidgeted slightly with the hem of her shawl, "Hi Florence."

Looking up from her parchment, Florence smiled, "So I heard you'll be leaving for a bit?" She asked.

Violet nodded, "Yeah, we're supposed to help the Foreman out. I have to admit it's a fairly different than the messenger duties I usually fulfill." She chuckled, not looking directly at Florence.

"Well, make sure you all look after each other. I'd rather none of you get sick during the trip." Florence said, perhaps a little bit sternly, as a mother would a child.

Violet nodded, "I'll make sure the others know. We'll be back fairly soon, though I don't know how long it takes to quarry a stone?" She rubbed a paw at the back of her head.

Florence laughed, "Don't push yourself too hard either." She warned, "I know you like flying, but I'm still not convinced you're clear for long distance flight."

Violet nodded once more, "I'll be careful." She promised, before making her way to her room.

[The Masons’ Way, northeast of the Murkenhill Forks, Mid Spring, Year 54 AR, previous night]

What a night it was. The stars were hiding behind the gloomy rain clouds, sharing their tears of life with the world below.

((Assuming there is a single tree for Violet to scamper up to keep lookout from))

I'm sorry in advance, Florence, if I get sick. Violet thought as she climbed a lone tree not far from the road where they were camped, But someone needs to keep lookout, even in this weather.

Once she got up high enough, Violet set herself up against the trunk, trying to keep herself mostly covered by the branches above her, as she kept watch. Yes, they were traveling on the road, and yes, there was no word of foul beasts afoot, but there always needed to be a watch. In addition, if there was a tree nearby, Violet would always nominate herself for the task, even if it wasn't always her watch. It was just good to volunteer.

... I do hope I can weather the weather though. Violet noted, knowing that she wasn't exactly waterproof.

((If there is no such tree for Violet to be lookout from, she stays in the wagon))


((If she did stay out, she wrings her shawl out as best as she can before she rejoins the group proper))

Violet really did not like mud. It was one thing to be grounded (uncomfortable but she could live with it), but another entirely to be on ground that wasn't honest with her. As soon as they neared the Greyshun Woods, she scrambled up the first tree and was following beside the group, in the treetops.

Posted on 2014-01-04 at 07:23:39.

Topic: Tales of Alder Vale -- Spring
Subject: Violet thinks they need more trees along the road

[Stonewall Abbey, Mid Spring, Year 54 AR, a few days prior...]

After the meeting, Violet went outside to climb her favourite tree in the orchard, sitting near the top but still shaded by its leaves.

A very different task than gathering or relaying messages, Violet thought, Hmm... this Shadow... maybe it's an owl borrowing the name of a legend?

Violet shifted a bit as she sat, her left paw at her chin in thought while her right subtly holds her shawl in place. It was an unconscious gesture to keep her 'wings' close to her body, folding the membrane slightly behind her left arm, nearly hidden from view.

I don't actually know what a Shadow is either. Violet noted, I mean, an owl is one thing, but for anybeast to be legend, there's definitely a reason for it.

She quickly scrambled down the tree and made her way back into the abbey proper, sniffing the air and ready to track down Machin (not that she expected him to be hard to find). The unmistakeable scent of old parchment greeted her as she carefully opened the library doors, making as little sound as she could. It was a library after all.

Almost surprisingly, Machin was not there at the moment. Maybe getting a snack? Vi thought.

In no rush, Vi made herself comfortable on one of the chairs next to Machin's desk, looking up at the wooden tiled ceiling. Violet pictured the stars in those tiles, testing her memory of not only the stars but navigation by starlight. Suddenly she caught the light scent of a strawberry mint tart, or rather the after-scent of it, as the tart itself was long gone.

"Oh dear, were you waiting long?" Machin asked.

Violet giggled, "Did somebeast have dessert before dinner?"

"Not at all," Machin replied with mock embarrassment, "It was simply a late dessert for lunch."

Violet laughed, "I'll have to remember that." she noted, her eyes sparkling.

"Now then, I presume you weren't waiting here just to tease a librarian," Machin noted, "What can I do for you?"

Violet nodded, "Actually, I was wondering if there was more information on this Shadow figure. I mean, why is this particular owl legendary?" She asked.

((More to come later))

Posted on 2014-01-02 at 17:09:25.
Edited on 2014-01-02 at 17:09:44 by Reralae

Topic: Alder Vale Campaign Q/A
Subject: I didn't see anything to suggest it on the map but

Were there any trees nearby when we stopped for the previous night?

Posted on 2014-01-01 at 20:08:13.

Topic: Kingmaker Adventure Path 2.0
Subject: These are startling revelations! Well not quite

Kyrie didn't speak up much during the festivities. She had offered to try to help the gatherers, but unfortunately she was a farmer, not exactly a gatherer or fisher. It was a bit surreal to her, the fact that she might not be human. True, it was a bit of a conclusion jump, but her instinct told her that it was the right conclusion, and if she was completely human, well, what was she?

Kyrie rubbed the back of her head. All she could really do was hope that this didn't come back later in a bad way. The only evidence was her reaction to the 'cold iron' as it was called, and that wasn't very much.

It was not like her to worry so much about such a small detail. Kyrie shrugged. What did it matter anyway?

With that internal epiphany, and appetite returned, Kyrie began scrutinizing the remainder of the food to enjoy.

“Should your attempt at civilization succeed where others have failed, I look forward to dealing with you in the future. It is my hope that as the leaders of our fellows, we can come to an agreement for the benefit of both our peoples.”

"With any luck," Kyrie added, giving a smile, "It won't be that distant of a future either."

((I might as well mention here that Kyrie will be up for exploration of some tree hexes while en route back to Oleg's. Seems a good idea to go back to at least inform them of Kobold updates.))

Posted on 2013-12-30 at 07:44:04.

Topic: Kingmaker Adventure Path 2.0
Subject: Something here doesn't add up, again. I blame the carrots.

Kyrie felt her breath a bit ragged as she put her shovel away. It was peculiar. Generally, smaller creatures didn't hit so hard, but his slashes had hurt substantially. Not only that, but... she traced a hand tentatively over one of her previous wounds.

It felt unlike anything she had felt before when hurt. Kyrie breathed and drew on her power once more, intending to close the remnants of her wounds. (Lay on Hands again)

Kyrie could hear the kobolds rejoicing, and she was happy for them, but this was nagging at her. She knelt to pick up the sickle that still had her blood on it.

Tingling. Kyrie grimaced, half expecting to feel it ignite into burning in her hand, but thankfully it didn't. It was not a good feeling. Why would he wield something that wasn't comfortable to wield?

"Miguel, can you see if you can sense magic within this?" Kyrie asked.

(by the Q&A we know there's none in it)

"That... doesn't make sense." Kyrie frowned, holding the weapon out to Miguel, keeping her voice low, "If you hold it, does it feel like pins and needles in your hand?"

(he wouldn't and assuming he says so)

Kyrie blinked, "So it does for me, but not you? I don't understand..."

She looked at the blade more carefully. It had a different sheen than most weaponry she knew by that point. And if anyone could potentially identify the metal, perhaps Frodrick could, seeing as his people likely worked with many kinds?

"Frodrick, can you look at this blade?" Kyrie asked, "It doesn't actually look the same as other weapons. Can you tell what it is made from?"

Posted on 2013-12-27 at 19:41:09.
Edited on 2013-12-27 at 19:50:04 by Reralae

Topic: Kingmaker Adventure Path 2.0
Subject: Completely Ordinary Statue of -10 to Morale Here

As Frodrick motions, Kyrie pulls the statue nonchalantly from her backpack, holding it so that it's in front of her, shielding the view of it a bit just in case there were other onlookers.

(Assuming chief has no issues with the terms as stated)

"There's one thing you should know as well, Mr. Chief Sootscale." Kyrie added, "After hearing from Mikmek about the happenings with your clan, we tried investigating the true nature of this statue. As far as we could tell, this piece of carved ivory is, well, just a normal piece of ivory that's just been carved into a shape. We couldn't find anything special about it. No magic, and it doesn't have any feeling of malevolence to it that I would expect of something that represents an entity that accepts sacrifice."

Posted on 2013-12-24 at 06:25:23.

Topic: Destiny's Flight - A Serenity RPG
Subject: Many pieces, the rook and the knight and the pawn

Catie sipped her tea quietly. Her question remained unanswered, but she could clearly see the reason. She subtly regarded Angela, keeping her own face passive but gentle, as she had many times before as a nurse. A curious woman, she seemed a bit childlike. Catie also picked up how the others seemed as though they were considering what they said more carefully when it was directed to Angela. 'Debrief' was repeated by both Grace and Tess, but it was not a common word outside of the military. Stupid senior officers with their required paperwork and love of protocol. Catie shook her head slightly to push the thought away, before returning to 'debrief'. Very specific, a keyword, perhaps? But for that to be a 'keyword', that would mean... something she wasn't too sure of yet.

Realizing she hadn't yet answered and that Tess's last note may have been partially directed to her as well, she looked at Tess, "Warm or cold?" She asked, "I know some people prefer something warm in the morning. Others might prefer something cold, or a mix." She gave a gentle smile, relaxing a bit as she sipped the tea.

Catie felt a bit better. If Grace was right, then she had a place to stay for a while and that was the immediate concern, but she was no longer convinced Stephanie was right in that it'd be a more permanent thing. Catie had no intention of replacing Stephanie. She owed Stephanie too much to allow that lightly, if Stephanie was just giving up the position. If she could establish herself as the chef, rather than medical personnel, then she wouldn't be interfering with Stephanie's position, but she could still help Stephanie out.

Posted on 2013-12-21 at 20:37:10.

Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: The butterfly...

Remains present, and hopes that work will be a bit nicer to you

11:30, yeesh... that's certainly a late hour.

Posted on 2013-12-20 at 18:18:02.

Topic: Fates of Fortune World Building Q&A
Subject: Looks to me like...

There's a bit of a 'ring of fire' going on around that Cauldron Sea there... looks like quite the dangerous vacation resort

Certainly answers why it's called that name, which I was wondering when I first saw the list.

Posted on 2013-12-20 at 17:55:21.

Topic: Kingmaker Adventure Path 2.0
Subject: Something doesn't add up here, and it's not the carrots

"Wait wait, let me get this straight." Kyrie frowned, a curious expression that wasn't commonly on her face, "Is it just me, or does this seem rather farfetched? I mean, yes, magic is real. But a curse on an entire village?" She rubbed the back of her head, "I mean, there were some strange stories going around back on the farm when talking to neighbors or community gatherings, but nothing like that. Worst case scenario, we had a drought and someone thought it was a result of something or other."

Kyrie blinked and realized she was rambling, "Point I'm trying to make is, the only one you've mentioned who brought it up is also the same person who had the statue, and who is also essentially a stranger. Has there been anything to prove that he might be telling the truth?"

She also considered the statue, "The part that really bugs me is the sacrifice part. A curse is wrong. Sacrifice is also wrong. Since when do two wrongs make right? Two lefts make you go backward, not right. Besides which..."

Kyrie picked up the statue and stared it down hard, "Someone that accepts sacrifice is not a nice person. By extension, it's only logical that an object that supposedly channels its commands has the same aura as that person."

After a moment Kyrie shook her head, "I get no feeling from this thing at all. And if it indeed channels commands, then that's a form of magic. Has anyone checked if this thing is magical?" She asked

Posted on 2013-12-20 at 04:00:35.

Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: Unknown? I have no idea what is being talked about

Catie's not unknown. She's been very forward with information. Like her past jobs. That's a long list there...

Okay, yeah, that doesn't really give a lot of information about her, just what she can do. I will just have to concede the point that she's an unknown.

Very interesting chain of events though. We'll need to see how this all works out.

Posted on 2013-12-19 at 20:18:03.

Topic: Destiny's Flight - A Serenity RPG
Subject: Picking the Pieces Up

“Well, if you consider leaving home because of a fight to be a secret, you and I share something in common. It’s a da chung wu dahn secret, but a common one.”
Grace paused and did a pretend pose of someone thinking.

“Of course, everyone has their secrets. The da chung wu dahn secrets and the ones we never want to see the sun. Some people hide them by pretending they don’t exsist. Others,” Grace met Catie eye’s with a challenge colouring her tone, “hide them with other yong chwen mien secrets and pretend that the big one.”

Catie smiled knowingly. Grace seemed to understand exactly what she did. She also got the impression that Grace liked the challenge. Whether Grace understood the full implications of what she meant by 'a fight' though, well, that would have to be seen. But first, there was something nagging at Catie's mind.

"You know, Stephanie mentioned that it's as though you are mentally linked to this vessel." Catie brought up, "I've heard of that sort of thing before, but never really met someone who could. What I would like to know is, do you think they have feelings? Even if it's not really like ours."

This time, Grace ignored the 16 years of etiquette training and laughed at the idea. Sounds like Tess and Catie would get along.

“Machines don’t have feelings. They are pieces of metal that worked together to get a job done. They don’t have a mind to them” she explained in between giggles.

"Are you sure?" Catie asked, blinking. It wasn't an uncommon response but...

“Look, Catie, machines don’t have feelings. The closest thing I have to a ‘mental connection’ to the engine is that I happen to be a good listener and Destiny is a good talker.” Grace explained

"I suspect you don't mean by words then." Catie noted, her gaze drifting towards the direction where she had seen the Destiny's engines.

“All engines have a sound to them. When they are running the way they are supposed to, they make a particular sound. A good mechanic knows the sound an engine makes when it needs help. Same way a doctor can listen to a heartbeat and know whether or not it healthy or sick. I can hear Destiny ‘heartbeat’ in the engine so I can usually tell when it need some help.”

Catie nodded. That made sense. But still... she couldn't shake the feeling that there might be more to this particular vessel than others she's been on.

* * *

“Yeah, we have a kitchen. Maybe Quing Ting could come with us and explain exactly what happened and what our new job. I also suspect Angela might be hungry,” offered Grace. Much to Tess’s surprise, the mechanic linked up arms with their newest charge, and ushered her into the galley.

“Besides you did offer to make tea and who knows? Maybe you will be the first to actually teach me how to make tea. Cause for some reason, I can rebuild entire ship engines, but somehow always manage to burn the tea.”

“Which is why I make the tea,” Tess emphasized. She pulled out her chipped tea set and a tin of jasmine. The exquisite tea that Uncle Benny had given her just before her stay on Rocinante had long run out, but the blue patterned cups and teapot he gifted had managed to survive.

"Blue. Definitely a good choice." Catie observed as she sat down by the counter.

“Look,” Tess said as she filled a pot with water and set it on the stove, “like I said before, the meetin’ were a bit hairy. Ang managed to smooth the rough bits over, but Jon did have his tongued tied six ways from Sunday with that huen dahn. The jist of it is that we’re pickin’ up a girl in the middle of the night, in the middle of gorram nowhere, with her weddin’ planner and body guard. Takin’ her to a fancy ship to git married as fast as we can git her there. Come back an’ git paid.”

“That reminds me.” Tess leaned forward on the counter, “We’re takin’ on two of our employer’s boys. He were pretty hush hush about the whole manner. Summit’ about doing a job fer him on that cruise we’re headin’ to. Can’t say I’m complainin’. They’re purty nice eye candy.”

Catie chuckled, "Guessing they're more than eye candy though, especially if the whole thing is supposed to be quiet." She considered it a moment, "The more people involved, the less quiet it probably will be, and that's four instead of two." She paused, her eyes spotting Jon's reflection in the kettle, and turned to face him. The man looked a bit worn, emotionally. She couldn't read anything about what happened exactly, but given the state when they left, something more did. It could not have been pretty.

“ After ya’ll finish put Catie’s things up in room eight. Tess, check the stores and be sure we have enough for the trip, I don’t plan to feed the folk fancy but we need something more than paste. If you need, head out and can take Catie along to help."

"Grace, check the systems….. get the port fee paid, we should lift off around 1:30 to be there waiting by 2……. and refuel as best we can. If you need some more credits let me know, I’ll see what I can find….. Be sure Angela and JC get fed. I’ll have JC check the rooms and get room ten ready for Badger's men. We’ll put temporary partition up in a room so Ms. Fairchild’s bodyguard can share it. When everything’s secure get yourselves some rest.”

And with that, the man left. To the point and relatively brief. Catie got the impression that he didn't want anything else to happen. But wait, if he said to put her things in a room and that Tess could take her along...

Catie rubbed the back of her head, "Well, if we're to figure out if we need groceries, we should probably figure out a menu and meal plan. He wasn't exactly clear on the budget either, but that usually means 'minimal expense'."

Catie brought her hands together as she leaned on the counter. "F1-C0-4263" She closed her eyes a moment as she considered some of the recipes in her memory.

"Well, to start with, does anyone have any particular allergies or likes and dislikes that I should be aware of?" Catie asked.

Posted on 2013-12-19 at 18:51:25.
Edited on 2013-12-19 at 19:45:49 by Reralae


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