First, let me suggest that you discuss possible group actions here before posting.  What I mean is that in everyone's last post you talked about whether or not to go along with Boris.  That makes sense, but it means we go a week or two with nothing really happening besides the fact that you each voice your opinion.  In addition, I don't actually know that there is a group consensus - just a number of posts.  Instead use this location to talk about it.  Post here saying if you want to accept his offer of guidance.  Come to an agreement, then post.  The same for taking a rest.  Then my next post could easily move us along - you could take your rest, move on down the river and maybe even be approaching the Vargolg or some other encounter right now.  Essentially, when you say, "Sure, I'd follow along," it makes for realistic conversation, but it is far less useful for me than having someone write "After a brief discussion the group agrees to go with Boris."  If all discussion happens in the game thread things are likely to move very slowly.  Or I will be forced to make assumptions about group actions, which I would prefer to avoid.  Finally, this is a great place to plan group actions - for example coordinating attacks and such.  When (if) we get to places like the Vargolg I will need to know things like who opens a door and how.  That might be stuff you want to talk about.

Second, I will assume that you go along with him after a rest unless I hear otherwise.  That seems reasonably obvious, so don't expect a week long break.

Third, If you want to do anything specific over the break, let me know.  If you want a specific rest schedule, let me know.  Otherwise it is just random chance as to who is on guard.  Do you want a long rest?  Short rest?  Change spells?  I will assume everything stays the same unless told otherwise. 

Fourth, I believe we have lost our druid.  At least there has been no post in quite some time and I have had no response to a message.  If anyone has heard from them, please get them back in the game.  

Boris the otter listened as the group considered his offer.  When the witch asked about the red-hatted goblin and the dark times he spat and answered.  "The one with red hat.  Well, numerous stinky goblins wear red hats.  But one is the leader.  Came from the South, that is all I know.  That and where he can be found.  Beyond that, just goblin stench.  But he makes his home at the Vargolg.  It is an old barracks - an old hideaway from the dark days.  Many such things can be found along the ridge.  Caves, barracks, hideaways.  They are here.  The ridge is infested with them.  Vargolg is . . . like the others.  No better or worse.  An old barracks.  Up a gulley to a door.  Past the door . . . "  Here he paused and shook his head.  "You would like Boris to tell you what is inside, but he cannot.  I do not go into such places.  Why would I venture into the dark and smelly regions when I have a fresh river to swim in?  No, I don't know what is beyond the door.  Only that in the past others have used the door.  Now red hatted ones.  It smells."  Speaking of smells he lifted his nose to the air and sniffed.  "Yes, the hills smell worse these days.  More like those with red hats.  Dark history returned?  Perhaps.  The number of dark creatures has grown recently.  Sadly.  Even as the region was recovering from the last darkness does darkness return.  There are more of them. Them, the darker things.  Like these beasties."  That expression he emphasized with wad of otter spittle on the face of one of the dead bugbears.  "But does it mean something more than just a largernumber of vile things?  Boris knows not.  I see what I see when it comes to my river, but I cannot see what sends or brings them hither.  But hither they do come . . . "  

      At that point he seemed to have finished his soliloquy.  He stopped and appeared to look to see if the group was ready to move.  But it was at that point that the suggestion of a rest was given.  Boris nodded upon hearing the request.  "Yes, yes, you are tired after saving foolish Boris.  I can see that.  Rest here.  There is even already a fire.  I will go to the river and return before midday.  I wish to swim and get something to eat."

     As soon as the group nodded their assent, he zipped into the river with barely a ripple and was gone.  The group began to prepare for their rest.  

(OOC:  If you have any additional questions for Boris before he goes off, please feel free to ask.  It is easy to backfill those answers.  Also, this assumes that you are ok with him zipping off while you rest.  And that the rest of the group agrees to the rest.  If that isn't the case, let me know. It is now around 5:30 or so in the morning.  Also, I am about to put a couple of comments in the Q&A thread - please be sure to read those.)

Fixer is willing to pony up a good chunk of cash.  Gotta check how much he had.  

               Boris the otter reclined upon his log and listened to the comments of the group.  He noticed the dwarf wandering the perimeter and his nose twitched at the witch enjoying his sense of humor.  And he listened to the group as Thaoran explained what had brought them there. 

               “Goblins . . . are nasty things.  Don’t like ‘em!  They foul the river and make everything smell bad!”  No sooner had the words been out of his mouth then he seemed to pop up on his seat on the log.  “Excuse me one moment!” he announced and before anyone could do anything he had zipped to the shore of the river.  As the group spun about to shout and do . . . something . . . the escaping giant otter popped back out of the weeds with a fish in his mouth.  He trotted back over to the log he had just vacated and resumed his reclining position.  He held up the fish for inspection.  “Smells.  Smells reminded me of my dinner.  I had just caught it when those creatures nabbed me.  Foolish of me to let them do that.  Really, very foolish.  But now, thanks to you, I shall finish my meal.”  And he started to do just that – taking bites of the fish and munching happily.

               Only a few bites into his meal he continued talking.  “Beastly things grabbed me by the river and I dropped it.  A fellow can get hungry getting interrogated by a creature not smart enough understand the simplest of mis-directions.  How is one supposed to play them for fools when they are already such fools?  You can’t make them look any more ridiculous!  Truly, it is frustrating.  It is like having a battle of wits with a brick!  Except that brick keeps swatting at you with a stick!”  Here he waved some dead fish at you and added, “They couldn’t pronounce Boris either!”  At this he snuck a little peek at the elves again.  “Brggbrrghbrrrggh was about the best they could do!” 

               Taking another bite of fish he continued.  “Ah, but you, the heroes of the hour, were not asking about the ability of bugbears to speak fine names, were you?  No, apparently you were looking to be heroes to more then just poor, foolish Boris.  Missing Twins from Botkinburg you say?”  Receiving a quick nod from members of the party, he nodded right back.  “Yes, yes, the vile creature are crawling all over again.  Once they were all over around here, you know?  Before that, these woods were grand and green.  But then there were the dark years.  But that threat was beaten back by other heroes then you.  But so it was.”  

               He paused again for another bite.  There wasn’t much left of his fish at this point, but he seemed to be enjoying working his way around the bones, pulling them out, cleaning them of meat and flicking them at the body of one of the dead bugbears.  “I had not heard of these twins you mention, but of goblins I can tell you.  They have returned in larger numbers of late.  Always they had been around since the dark days, but frequently hidden.  But now . . . it seems the days are darker again.  More come.  More and more.  And other foulness like these creatures.”  He indicated exactly which creatures he meant by flinging the last vestiges of a fish at one of the bodies.  “I don’t pay them much attention, but I see them march up and down the river.  They foul the river.  How stinky must you be for your stench to foul an entire river by merely putting your foot into it?  Even a dwarf bathes more than that!”  He seemed to catch himself and glance at Dok as those words came out.  “But goblins . . .”

               The creature paused and looked around at the group.  “Yes, goblins I have seen.  And smelled.  And heard.  They are around.  In numbers.  In the Vargolog they stay.  It is an old set of tunnels, a barracks of sorts, from the days of the horned one.  These hills are filled with them.  From the river to the top.  I don’t care about what is down them – I have no need to go into such holes.  Such filth.  But I know where they are.”  Here he looked around at the group again.  “And I know where they stay.  If you live along Boris’ river you should expect Boris to know about you.”

“Yes, you asked if I had smelled the creatures, and it would be impossible not to.  They are foul.  And reside at the Vargolg.  It is down river from here.  Up a bit of gulley – the ridge line is filled with them.  But this one ends in a door.  Gethgord’s it was, of old.  But that was very long ago.  Today it belongs to some fool in a red hat.  But he has comings and goings.  Quite a few.  Beasts like these. . . “ and here again he flicked a bone at a corpse.  “Yes, they are there.  But others in the woods seem to grow in number as well.  Dark days . . .”  You could see him grimace a bit, a look that didn’t seem natural on what had previously been a happy otter face.

(At this point I’m assuming that you ask about directions – there seems little reason to wait on the obvious question based on Thaoran’s prior remarks.)

“Yes, yes, Boris can help you find it.  You helped him, so he will help you.  And thus the world goes round and the river flows.  Yes, that shall be easy enough.  You head down stream from here.  It is some few miles.  A distance.  Half a day, perhaps?  If you can move quickly along the river bank.   Then up a gulley to the door.”

“For saving me, yes, this I shall show you.” 

              
   *Soledad’s check on knowledge of fey and otters.  You have no knowledge of fey creatures specifically turning into otters.  No rumor, legend or any mention of that shape.  But you do know that some fey, not the weakest of them, can change shape.  And given their strong ties to nature stories of fey taking the shape of normal animals are not unheard of.  You have never heard of a fey taking the shape of an otter, but given the creatures playfulness and penchant for fun, it does not seem implausible. 

Fixer was busy enjoying the downtime.  The last week had been hectic, frantic, fast-paced, exhausting, dangerous, tense and . . . kinda exciting.  But it had left him pretty worn out.  So he took advantage of the time.   There would be work in the future.  This crew would be going out again soon – there were already possible jobs on the docket.  And he might be trying to build a reader soon as well.  He was hardly a veteran campaigner, but he was smart enough to know he should enjoy the times between crises. 

               When the question about medical supplies was raised, he was quick to respond.  “Med tech seems like one of the best investments we could make.  I’d be happier knowing you had the stuff needed to plug holes if I ever get any.  I’ll contribute.  Life lines are good.” 

               The question of the reader was a bit trickier.  “Charlie, I’ll trust you on this one.  I’m happy to try and put things together with whatever to save us some creds, but I can’t make things out of thin air.  Or this smoggy crap we call air here either.  So if you think that is a better deal then continuing to search.  Ok.  You did a great job on the gear, I appreciate the mask and everything else, so I’m buying whatever the super-shopper is selling right now, I guess.”

               His relaxed mood was interrupted when one of the newbies, Cipher, approached and tried to start a conversation.  “So, you always run with these big guns or is this a new team for you too?”  The small fixer looked around the room and noticed that everyone else was ignoring everyone else.  He was the last possible target of conversation for a bored comrade.  But that was ok, he didn’t mind a conversation with someone like Cipher.  He looked up at her.  “Somewhere in the middle, I guess.  The last run was sort of new for all of us and took us in a lot of directions.  But despite some hiccups it ended up working out pretty well.  I’m alive anyway.  And have a few more credits and gadgets than I had before.  Hell, even Vegas is alive, and I don’t think any of us would have taken bets on that a couple of days ago.”  He looked at Cipher at this point and got a bit more serious.  “For a group I haven’t known all that long, we hung together well.  These folks have some skills.  And nobody got left behind.  Even the one that disappeared.  I haven’t known them all long, but right now, I’m not going anywhere.  They’ve earned some trust.  I hope you’ll be a good addition.  Seems like it.” 

               He never had been great talking to those of the female persuasion, so he fiddled a bit with his gadgets as he talked.  He looked up.  “How about you?   Done much running before this?”

               As he talked with Cipher he heard Vegas stressing the need for the madpack reader.  He agreed with the guy, drug-haze or not.  “I’m open to whatever jobs you guys want to take, I think.  But something about helping Vegas’ savior strikes a chord.  That is the kind of work I’d lean towards.  And I’m willing to pony up my share for that reader if that is what it takes.”

               He leaned back and continued his conversation with Cipher.  He wasn’t the leader of this band of merry men and didn’t really want to be.  But he did like the idea of looking into why a nice young lady got killed a bit more than fighting some gangs war for them.  But bills also needed paying.     

Sorry for the delay.  I'll get a post up.

Boris the otter spun slowly from his bindings until Thaoran moved forward to cut him out.  The otter happily held out his front paws for the elf to cut loose.  It was an easy task since Silver had already accomplished half of the job earlier.  As the otter’s front paws were freed, Thaoran looked up into the tree to see the otter’s rear feet a good 6 or 7 feet above his head and the rope flung over a branch another 2 feet beyond that.  He started tracking where the rope came back down low enough to be tied off when he realized he didn’t need to bother.  Boris the otter simply curled upwards into the branches and between his teeth and front paws quickly worked the ropes loose.  In a brief moment the rope snapped and otter dropped to the ground.  The creature was quick and easily seemed to spin and land on its feet. 

               No sooner had the beast landed than he turned to Thaoran and offered his thanks.  “Thank you master elf, your arrows did much to bring down those brutes and now I have your blade to thank for my freedom.  I do not like to think of what those creatures would have done.  Dinner, I think, was the plan.”  At this the creature shook its head and sputtered a bit.  “Filthy things to consider making ME dinner!  No, no, that simply wouldn’t have done.”  At that point he zipped quickly in a circle looking at everyone.  “But no need to worry about them now, eh?  You lot have done for that lot and things are much better!”  He stopped and eyed the pot cooking over the small fire under the neighboring tree.  “I don’t think I’d want to eat that if I were you.  Or if I were me, which, as it happens, I still am!  Thanks to you!” 

               It seemed likely that the creature could have gone on in this fashion all night when Thaoran finally got in a greeting of his own.  “Well met, master otter.”  “I must say, this is my first experience encountering an animal capable of communing in the human tongue.  If you would be so kind as to inform us where you hail from and what you were doing to find yourself in this predicament?  I’m sure I speak for us all when I say we are most curious to hear your tale.” 

               The otter was about to reply when Soledad also joined the conversation.  “Well met, Beuren.  Such interesting titles you carry  . . . How did you come to be known as Beuren and then as Boris?”  

               The comments and questions seemed to give the creature a small pause and he looked around at the group.  He noticed Dok and Hornet’s extreme watchfulness.  He looked back at Soledad and Tharoan and answered . . . this time in elvish.  “Some in your group seem warry still.  There is no need.  I offer no threat, only thanks.”  With a wink, he spun around and lay down along a large fallen tree a couple of feet away.  He then repeated the same in common.

               “Ah well, it is only natural, I suppose, that you would be cautious of anything you find in the woods these days.  It is a shame, but, well, creatures like those bugbears can be found, so it makes sense.  But I am not such as they and I am not threat to those who do not threaten me.  Well, unless you are fish.  I do like the taste of fish.”  He grinned a bit at the group.  “But none of you seem to be of the fish persuasion so no worries there!  But you wish to know about me . . . “ At this point he glanced at Z’Zzip and nodded in its direction.  “I am akin to that little one.  Pure ‘animal’ as the good elf put it?  Well, no, I am fey in origin, but I have come to regard these woods, and in particular this good river, as my home.  It is a good river and has been my home for, well, plenty of years.  Although those vile things attempted to bring that to an end.” 

               “And how did I end up in their net, you ask?  By being stupid, honestly.  They must have known I was here for they set a trap for me.  I haven’t had much to worry about for awhile and I wasn’t aware that any such creatures were around and so I fell like a sucker into their net.  You can see the net over there.”  He didn’t get up from his spot on the log but pointed at a pile next to a bush about 15’ away.  In the darkness you hadn’t noticed it yet, but it did appear to be a bunch of netting.  “I was stupid and not wary.  The woods have grown darker of late and that was very foolish of me.  It is my river. They would not have caught me had I not allowed it to happen so foolishly!” His eyes seemed to flash a bit as his irritation, at himself and the bugbears it seemed, rose. 

               Then he sighed.  “But luckily there are heroes in the woods to save the foolish!  As for my names . . . “ and at this he glanced at Soledad.  “You seem unimpressed with Boris!  What is wrong with Boris?  It is a fine name!  Of old the men of these parts called me Boris when they needed advice or information about the river!  I have always liked the name Boris.  Boris is, well, Boris is me!  And so is Beuren.  That is me as well.  Your kind, the elves, named me that.  For they too sought my wise council at times.”  At this point he seemed to get a little grin, if you could be certain what an otter’s grin looked like.  He winked at Dok.  “Actually, I don’t think the elves could pronounce Boris.” 

               After waiting a moment to see if any of the elves rose to the bait, he asked a question of his own.  “So that is why I’m here.  I live here and I was foolish.  A simple tale.  But what of my rescuers?  What brings such a collection along the riverbanks to slay bugbears in the damp night, may I ask?”

(Soledad did a knowledge roll and got a nat-one.  Clueless about the names.)

New post coming out tonight - Monday - so get things in if you still need to do so.  

The problem, Tann, is that Hell is where Demogorgon likes to be so if you run like hell he will just be there waiting for you.  

But running still sounds like a good plan.

The post has been up  for awhile.  Lets get some posts!

The first to move was Dok who quickly brought his axes to bear on the last standing bugbear.  Hopefully a good whack with a spiritual glowing axe would keep the beast away from Silver.  The creature seemed to be focused on Silver as they danced around the tree and didn’t notice the axe until it bit into him.  The creature staggered back a step as the axe found its mark.  It was a vicious blow. 

                   Staggered the creature attempted to strike out at Silver with a massive morning star, but the Otter swinging from the branches, the tree itself and various weapons swinging at seemed to leave it confused and its strike missed wildly.  It would get no chance to try again.  As it tried to regain its balance from the wild swing Silver plunged a rapier into its exposed side and at the same time Soledad struck it square in the face with another firebolt, this one doing much more than the small singe the last one had done.  Thaoran stood in the woods with an arrow knocked and drawn ready to place an arrow into the creature’s eye but he never fired.  There was no need.  Struck by multiple blows at once the bugbear toppled to the ground where it joined its fellow in the long, dark, sleep of death.

                   That left one bugbear alive, but not for long.  Even as the axe, rapier and firebolt were finishing off its comrades, the napping creature was being acquainted with Hornet’s knife.  With nothing to stop it the blade slipped easily and quickly into the creature’s throat and ended its horrible existence. 

                   All three bugbears were now dead.  There was a cheerful fire burning under one tree with meat of some sort roasting.  From the other tree swung a giant otter.  It was about 8’ long from tail to head and its hind feet were trussed up and tied to a branch high in the tree.  Its forepaws were also tied – although the ropes doing so had been partially cut by Silver’s knife before she had been so rudely interrupted by one of the bugbears.  The Otter was busily attempting to chew at the ropes as it spun in the air.  As the last of the bugbears died, it looked about and saw that the fight was over.  It spun once around in a circle getting a good look at all of you. 

                   The creature held its tied forepaws out to you and spoke.  “Uhm, thank you very much for taking care of those creatures, but would you be so kind . . .” At this point he again held out his forepaws bound by the ropes.  “Truly I would appreciate it.  I’ve been hanging here for most of the night and it does get tiring and I’m a bit sore.  Honestly, those creatures give new meaning to the word ghastly!”  He spun again as the ropes that bound him twisted.  “A fellow could get dizzy doing this!  And now to have been rescued . . .” And, again, he paused as he spun.  “ . . . at least I hope it is a rescue.  Let me see, what has arrived in the nick of time?  Well, elves, several elves.  And a, well, that must be a dwarf back there in the woods.  And a, I say!, is that your hound?  A lovely creature as hounds go!  But truly an interesting lot to be wandering in these woods at night . . . oh, where are my manners?  I am Boris!  Yes, Boris is my name.  Well, one of my names anyway.  Beuren some of the elves named me.  But really, Boris works, if you want something to call me by.” 

                   The party listened as the words streamed forth from the creature as it spun slowly in a circle while hanging from the trees.  Those further out moved forward, wary of any other attackers, but the night seemed quiet now that the battle was over.  Quiet and wet.  The rain continued to come down, not quite a downpour, but a very steady drumming on the leaves over your head, and a drizzle as it worked its way through the leaves.  Dawn was still a couple of hours away. 

                   The otter, Boris by name it would seem, held out its paws again.  “If you would?  The lovely lady began the task but did not have the time to finish it.  I would appreciate getting my feet back on the ground again.” 

I will be getting a post up this Saturday or Sunday, not sure which.  Get your posts in!

Dragon-Soul -- I believe Thaoran can get there this next turn.  I'll update this if I'm wrong.  Assume that is correct.

I'll double check the spell, but no.  You can concentrate on a spell to keep it going and still make another action - like attack.  The one risk is that if you take damage you have to make a constitution save to maintain concentration on the spell or you lose it.  

The group was cheered to finally see two of their enemy on the ground, one of them apparently for good.  Hornet, knowing that the beasts had already twice escaped the effects of Soledad’s spells, moved forward quickly to try and finish it off before it could rise.  But the woods made movement slow and the distance was not short.  As he approached he saw the wounded creature asleep at the base of the tree, but even if he hadn’t seen it, he couldn’t have missed it – the beast’s snores could probably be heard back in Botkinburg.  He was only about 15’ away from the creature and drew his blade to soon finish the job.

                   Dok, continued to wield his spiritual weapon to try and protect Silver who could only dodge around the tree.  His axe swept towards the last bugbear, but missed and thunked into the tree.  But even in a miss it drew the attention of the creature who didn’t appear to like being attacked my a flying axe. 

                   Thaoran had trouble targeting the creature from his position because of the tree the creature was using for partial cover.  Hunting a better shot he moved to the left through the trees.  Between his moves and the bugbear’s circling the tree after Silver the creature emerged into his sites.  Taking the opportunity provided he quickly drew and shot.  It was a beautiful shot.  Or it would have been had there not been a small branch that deflected his shaft and sent it careening off into the night nowhere near his target.  The lucky creature, he thought as he gritted his teeth and moved a little further to find a less obstructed shot.

                   Soledad was angered over the monster’s breaking of her spell.  Such things should not be!  Furious she offered the creature another gift of fey magic – a bolt of pure fire streaked through the night and struck the creature as it was attempting to swing at Silver again.  It was singed and furious, but not down.  

                   Silver meanwhile just kept dodging around the tree, hoping to have another chance to free the otter.  Her dodging proved useful, however, as the creatures large morning star this time missed.  But it continued to chase the one target it could see. 

The Creatures

BB#1 – Has been hit a couple of times.  Asleep

BB#2 – Dead

BB#3 – Took damage 3 times from the illusion.  Damage from firebolt.   Partial cover from the tree.  Last one standing.

I anticipate a post coming on Tuesday.  It has been 10 days.  

Has anyone heard from Tann or Luna?  

We have a few more still to go . . . 

Thaoran is too far to make in one round.  One round running, then get there the following turn.  Or a couple of rounds stealthing up.

Hornet can't quite get there this turn because the woods next to the river is difficult terrain.  But if he dashes as fast as he can go he would get there in time to act next turn.

I ended up waiting another week, but still only 4 of the 7 posted.   

Thaoran, Luna and Silver?  

Lets keep this thing moving.  

Dok, having been moving forward to protect Silver, finally got in on the action releasing a spiritual weapon in the shape of his axe.  Targeting the creature closest to silver the glowing spectral weapon clove into the beast and staggered it.  It didn’t drop, but it clearly was close to it. 

                   Despite the Dwarf’s best efforts Silver had placed herself in harms way by getting so close.  The monster that had been writhing on the ground in the thrall of Soledad’s spell stood up, free from the hex at last,  and swung its monstrous morning star at Silver – the closest target to hand.  Luckily for Silver the tree and swinging otter made the attack difficult.  The large weapon was partially deflected and a blow that could have crushed her lost some of its momentum before hitting her shoulder.  It hurt (-5hp) but didn’t end her.

                   Hornet lined up his shot on one of the Bugbears threatening Silver – the same one Dok had just struck.  As the creature staggered from the spectral axe’s blow, Hornet’s bolt caught it square in the throat.  The creatures eyes grew big as it’s knees sagged and it dropped to the ground, out of the fight.  One finally down, was the thought on everyone’s mind.

                   Now it was time for Soledad to work her magic again.  She had been practicing her curses with the fool creature’s breaking of her spell.  But now instead of just colorful language she hurled another sleep curse at her enemies, hopeful that their wounds would make them more vulnerable. Frustratingly, and drawing another stream of colorful words from the witch, her spell seemed weaker than her earlier attempt.  Even weakened, only one BB fell victim to her spell.  But one did fall – the one partially hidden by a tree away from the otter.  One remained upright.

                   Constantine charged forward – he had been aiming for the one that was now asleep.  Being alone it was the one least likely in getting him flanked.  But now he would have to redirect towards the last one standing.  He was eager to do more than just stand there and be a target.  He now stood only a few feet from the sleeping creature and easily within range of attacking the last monster next round.

                   Meanwhile, Thaoran, Luna and Silver all seemed stunned by the action and did nothing.

The Creatures

BB#1 – Has been hit a couple of times.  Asleep

BB#2 – Dead

BB#3 – Took damage 3 times from the illusion.  Partial cover from the tree.  Last one standing.

Otter:  Spinning in his bindings – forepaws no yet free

1. Most recently watched TV show: Death In Paradise

2. Favorite Fictional Setting: Middle Earth, duh

3. Do you wear glasses: Yes - the world is very blurry and I am less sexy without them (Copying a perfect answer)

4. What movie can you watch over and over without getting tired of it: Lord of the Rings - all of 'em

5. Favorite MLB baseball team: MN Twins.  I like to suffer.

6. Pets:  2 Springer Spaniels - Leonardo and Michelangela

7. Coffee or Tea:  Neither.  Pepsi

8. Weirdest Dream:  I literaly never remember my dreams

9.  Baby Yoda or Grogu?  I haven't seen the show, so . . . 

10.  Current Temperature wherever you are located?  -10 degrees Fahrenehit.  Don't ask about the windchill.

That is three of you.  I need a couple more posts.

Cipher asked Fixer about juryrigging something for the disc.  I'm assuming for the moment that it is something he might be albe to do.  Thus the post.  If so, what role do I need to make?  Just jury rigging?  Anything else?  What about parts?  It is very weird playing a game for which you know almost none of the rules. But I'm working on it!

Fixer took the disc from Cipher and looked it over.  "I can certainly give it a shot.  Decisions will be easier with more information and at the moment I have a couple of days - although there is some gear I want to get as well."  He looked at Cipher.  "Yeah, I'll try."

Come on folks.  I posted a week ago - I'd like to get another post up this weekend.  Give me something to work with.