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Topic: A Single Stone...
Subject: Bailox stands ready to begin
Bailox nodded to Desrik as Molly finished speaking to him. "My friend, I believe that Atlam himself put us in this place at this time. The lass's fallen companions deserve vengeance," he said with a glance at Adelror, to whom young Ellice had just pled for it, "her youngling deserves to be with her mother, and the brigands," he added with a dark look that sent a shiver through more than one bystander, "deserve slow death with cold steel."
He looked around at the motley group of would-be adventurers that had attended to the scene, and to the girl. "I do not know all of you," he said. "But in service to finding this lass's youngling, and delivering Atlam's vengeance to those that took her and brought death to her friends, I will join with you. My strength and my steel will be at your side. I will trust you. And if you betray my trust, I will kill you."
He said the last matter-of-factly, as if commenting on the weather. The others may or may not have known the simple ethics of a warrior clansman of Haervath: trust another until he gives you a reason not to. If he gives you a reason not to, then descend upon him like the very blade of Prien himself.
He looked down at Ellice and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Lass, I would not speak for these others, but I will help you find your youngling and avenge the loss of your companions. I stand ready to leave when you are."
He took a few steps away and stretched his broad shoulders, readjusting the weight of the backpack, shield, broad sword and bow upon his back to find a bit more comfort. He silently asked Atlam to give him the strength for what lay ahead. Sleep, it seemed, may have to wait for a while. There would be rest when Atlam willed it.
While he waited, he looked at each of his potential companions in turn. Would they prove equal to the task? He supposed he would find out soon enough.
Posted on 2013-05-25 at 06:09:49.
Edited on 2013-05-25 at 06:11:13 by Duncan74
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Topic: Star Trek: The Cassius Incident Q&A
Subject: Yup
'Twould be nice 
Posted on 2013-05-24 at 21:39:48.
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Topic: A Single Stone...
Subject: A new...and painfully bright...day begins
“Come on, let’s go find out what's going on. I want a story to tell like you two!”
Bailox smiled briefly at his new friend Elberon’s enthusiasm as the trio headed toward the commotion at the town’s southern edge. Last night’s drink and the lack of sleep were definitely taking their toll; Bailox’s head was pounding and his limbs felt leaden as they trudged across town. The price one pays for such merriment, he mused. He smiled yet again as he recalled Desrik’s colorful tales, Elberon’s amusing anecdotes as he came out of his shell a bit, and two new friendships well made. All in all, worth, it, without doubt, he thought.
As they made their way across town and the cries became louder, Bailox grasped that it was a woman, and she was panicked. He remembered similar cries from women of his homeland when Irvalan war parties went on the offensive. His battle instincts, honed by years of warfare, kicked in. Adrenaline coursed through his body, temporarily washing away the inebriation and lethargy. He grasped the hilt of his short sword at his side and increased his pace. Bystanders, seeing the huge warrior with purpose in his stride, battle in his eyes, and hand firmly on his sword, wisely made way. As he broke through the edge of the crowd he was pleasantly surprised to see Elberon already there, standing protectively over the woman. This wizard has heart!
“Desrik! Bailox! Come on there is an adventure to be had!” Elberon stood waving them over before turning his attention back to the crowd. “Will anyone else join us to rid Graffton of these pests?”
Bailox looked over at Desrik to find his gaze returned. "Sheems we have found ush a fight, me friend," said Desrik. "I will go. This village has been good to me, and I shall return the favor."
Bailox smiled and clapped Desrik on the shoulder. “Did I not tell you that Atlam would make things interesting? Ha! You have heart, my friend, as does our wizard friend, it seems,” he said, gesturing at Elberon. “Let us make sure the girl is well, and go explain the perils of stealing to some highwaymen.”
He approached the young woman, nodding at Elberon, and knelt beside her. “How fare you, lass?” he asked as he laid a strong but gentle hand on her shoulder. “Are you injured?” As he awaited her response, he took a look in the direction from which she’d come, bringing to bear his considerable tracking skills to see if any of the tale could be told from the part of her backtrail that he could see from his present vantage.
Posted on 2013-05-22 at 00:25:29.
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Topic: A Single Stone... Q/A
Subject: Nice :)
Well done beginning, Tek. I will get Bailox's next post up some time tomorrow. Had to work a 10-hour day in the ol' 100 degree machine shop-hehe; I'm tired, brain-dead, and headed to bed.
Posted on 2013-05-21 at 02:05:56.
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Topic: A Single Stone...
Subject: A new companion
"...and there he wash, running full shpeed toward me, shword raished...sho I threw a goat at him!"
Bailox roared with laughter as he finished his latest tale. He and Desrik were well in their cups now; the barmaid was obviously serious about getting her palts.
“Excuse me, sorry to interrupt but do you mind if I take a seat. You see I am new to this... environment and you two seem jolly enough fellows. My name is Elberon, by the way.”
Bailox looked up at the two men who spoke. After a moment, they decided to be just one man. Bailox could tell by the look of him that he was a wizard. And wizards were always interesting.
"Met and well hail, friend! Indeed, have a join and seat us!" Wait, that wasn't right...was it? "Your pardon, friend, we've aled a bit of drunk..." Bah, this was an inopportune time to have his language skills tested! Keep it simple. "Aye. Sit. Drink." He pointed at himself. "Bailox." He then pointed at both Desriks. "Desrik. And Desrik."
Elberon nervously lowered himself onto the stool and said.
“It has been quite a day and I find myself quite parched. What drinks does a place so... haughty as this serve?”
Bailox roared yet again with laughter. "Barmaid!" he bellowed. "Ale for my lizard friend!" Drat. "Er, whistle! WIZARD! Bah!" The barmaid was almost collapsing in laughter as she brought another cup of ale.
"So, Elbow! Er, Elnerbob! By Atlam, I beg your pardon...Elberon!" He beamed with pride at getting it correct. "What brings you to this stine efablishment?" Oh, forget it. He wisely shut up so the man could speak.
(OOC: Salvator, feel free to add whatever you wish; just wanted to get a response up to get Elberon included in the conversation.)
Posted on 2013-05-17 at 22:45:00.
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Topic: Introductions are in order!
Subject: Welcome!
Welcome Archangel! As said above, nice to find old school D & D folks. In fact, a group of us are just cranking up a 2ed game; the thread is called "A Single Stone..." and the GM is Tek. Check out what we've posted so far, along with the Q & A thread. If you want to join, I'd bet Tek would be happy to have you if you want to send him a private message.
Happy Inn-going! 
Posted on 2013-05-17 at 18:11:12.
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Topic: A Single Stone... Q/A
Subject: Tavern convo posted
Salvator and I finished compiling our tavern conversation by PM and I have posted it. We've both agreed we'll let it ride until everyone else has an opportunity to get initial posts up and/or Tek calls the adventure to order. 
Posted on 2013-05-17 at 11:04:05.
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Topic: A Single Stone...
Subject: A conversation in the Grasscat
(This conversation is a compilation through PM, contributed to by Salvator and myself.)
Bailox gratefully lowered himself into the chair. It creaked ominously as his bulk settled, but it held. Summoning the barmaid, he ordered two ales. When they arrived, he smacked his parched lips in anticipation and hit the other warrior's cup with his own. "Well met, and Atlam's blessings upon you!" When they had both drained the surprisingly good ale from their mugs, Bailox heaved a contented sigh and leaned back, his chair once again creaking in protest. "I am Bailox Steelbringer, son of Bailam," he rumbled, holding out his large and callused hand.
Desrik stifles a cough as the frothy drink burned his throat a bit, then grins, clasping the large Hand.
"Desrik Darraman, Son of no one important." He replies, trying not to notice how the Warrior's hand was almost big enough to completely enclose over his. Releasing his grasp, he sits back. "So, what brings you to this wee excuse for a town, if I may ask? You won't find much honorable combat among farmers and peasants." He adds with a smirk, adjusting the red, wide brimmed hat on his head, his finger briefly touching the large plume.
Bailox's brow furrowed a bit and his gaze darkened as he gave a rueful nod. "Aye, friend, in fact methinks the days of honorable combat...with anyone...may be at an end. I find myself here because I am a warrior without a war. I hail from Haervath, which is one half of this new Brandost."
He took a generous swig of ale and continued. "I and my kin fought the Irvalans for generations beyond number. Now, suddenly, the war is over, and our land, our culture, our very identity have been swept away to make room for this new unified country in which you and I now sit and drink."
He gave a subdued chuckle that sounded like two boulders grating together. "So, to make a long tale short, I found myself wanting to be an adventurer. And now, I find myself here, in the company of another warrior. Methinks Atlam mayhap nudged me in your direction."
He drained the last of his ale and motioned for the tavern wench to bring another round. "So I pose your question to you. What brings you here?"
Desrik smiles genuinely. He and the man before him had much in common it seemed, but that Desrik killed both Haervathians and Irvalans if the price had been good enough. Still, as the man had so elegantly put it, they were warriors without a war...
The small mercenary nods, finishing his own brew. "Alas, my path here is one of self-pity... After the war, I, and those like me, found it hard to earn a decent living. The palts of war flow freer that those of grain." He quoted an old mercenary proverb. "These past months, I have worked my way here, making a name for myself only in local tavern and inns. But while liquor and women console me for a time, my heart yearns for battle once more." He chuckles. "As for your god's blessing, I would think you were only directed to me as an example of what happens to a warrior that has given up."
He raises his empty glass in an almost bitter salute. "But hey, To finding that honorable fight, aye?"
Bailox drained his latest cup, laughed heartily, startling the tavern patrons and quite possibly a few nearby small animals, and clapped Desrik on the shoulder. "Friend Desrik, I have found that when I have been ready to give up, that is when Atlam makes things the most interesting!"
He waved down the tavern wench again. Smiling a fearsome yet appealing grin at her, he bellowed "Barmaid, ten palts for your pocket if the cups of my friend and I do not find themselves empty this day!"
As she hustled away toward the ale taps, Bailox settled back in his chair and sighed contentedly. "And so, Desrik the Forlorn, we shall share tales of battle, drink our fill, and see how Atlam shall make things interesting!"
Desrik grins, and nods. The man was indeed entertaining, and the Mercenary felt this was the type of folks he belonged around. Hardy, strong fighters that lived and died for the simple things. Honor, duty, glory, sauce or women, it did not matter.
"Sounds like a better plan than I had." He replies with a grateful nod as the next round of drinks was brought. Indeed, he had planned on drinking here all night... But now it seemed he would be doing that, AND possibly finding a room he could afford.
Removing his great hat, and running his fingers through his short black hair, he hangs the hat on his sword's pommel, and relaxes into a comfortable position.
"So what shall we discuss? First kills, most memorable moments on the field... The best prize received.." He smirks, having one or two tales concerning all of those.
Thus did two warriors pass the time...
Posted on 2013-05-17 at 10:55:00.
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Topic: Teller must away
Subject: You're in our thoughts
Very sorry to hear of your loss, Teller. I hope you find your way through it with as little pain as possible. It's never an easy thing.
Posted on 2013-05-17 at 00:11:03.
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Topic: A Single Stone... Q/A
Subject: Tavern Convo
Salvator and I have begun building our tavern conversation by PM. I'll compile and post when we've finished. Dinnertime right now, but I'll get a PM back to you as soon as we're done, Sal.
Posted on 2013-05-16 at 22:49:16.
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Topic: A Single Stone... Q/A
Subject: Speaking for myself...
I'm easy. If you don't want to overpost, one idea might be to PM each other our individual bits of conversation and then do one post with the whole convo in the game thread. But I'm good with whatever.
EDIT: I'll wait to see if you're up for doing the convo by PM before I respond to your response-hehe.
Posted on 2013-05-16 at 00:03:33.
Edited on 2013-05-16 at 00:13:28 by Duncan74
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Topic: A Single Stone... Q/A
Subject: Off and running here
Got an initial post up for Bailox. Salvator, I left the end open for an exchange after Bailox came to Desrik's table. Looking forward to this one!
Posted on 2013-05-15 at 23:48:28.
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Topic: A Single Stone...
Subject: Kindred spirit
Peace. Atlam take this accursed peace!
The thought made its way through Bailox Steelbringer's mind for at least the thousandth time since his journey began. I was born a warrior, I live as a warrior, and I will die as a warrior, he thought. If we are to have peace, at least let it be a peace in which we keep our freedom, our dignity, our pride! But no, he reflected, that was apparently not to be. Everything he and his clan took pride in, everything that made him and his people proud to be of Haervath, was now washed away by the ink of Queen Celeste's pen. With that single signature, Celeste had stolen Haervath's very identity as it became one with their longtime foe Irvala, bringing them together as one new nation, this "Brandost". Faugh! Even the name of the place brought a foul taste to Bailox's lips. Perhaps the nations now appeared as one on a map, but Bailox knew he would probably never see them as anything other than the two nations that had made war upon one another since the time of his ancestors.
The irony of that train of thought was not lost on Bailox as he looked around him while he walked thorugh the Irvalan landscape. He was deep within the territory of his "former" foes, approaching the town of Graffton. He had left his beloved Haervath many days before, having decided to seek his fortune as an adventurer. After spending much time pondering the usefulness of a warrior without a war and praying to mighty Atlam for guidance, Bailox had an epiphany. He realized that there were still battles to be fought, enemies to pit himself against, and reward aplenty to be had for it. He, like all children, had grown up hearing the occasional tale of adventurers and their exploits. He could now be one of them! He would seek his fortune, have grand adventures, eventually find a mate worthy of a warrior, raise many fierce and powerful sons, tell them the tales of his own adventures, and one day see them off on grand exploits of their own. It was with exhilaration in his heart and a spring in his step that he left Haervath, answering the adventurer’s call.
That was many steps ago.
Now, as he entered the edges of Graffton, Bailox again reflected on the irony. He had indeed been enthusiastic and excited when this journey began; now, many, many miles later, he found that his thoughts had returned to their grim lamentation of this new peace. Perhaps some rest will rekindle the fire, he thought.
He asked what few passersby he saw about the locations of the local inn and a good tavern. He received the expected wary and suspicious looks. He couldn’t blame them, he supposed; he left little doubt that he was a warrior. Standing almost six and a half feet tall, thickly muscled, he cast an imposing air. The long brown hair that fell below his shoulders and the large silver hoops in each ear lent him a roguish aspect. His dark brown eyes, so dark as to appear almost black, lent an imposing aspect to his gaze. Add that to the fact that he wore an obviously often-used set of scale mail armor, had the hilt of a broad sword rising over one shoulder from his back along with a battered shield, a short sword hanging from one side of his waist and a large mace hanging from the other, along with a quiver of nasty-looking arrows that were friends with the long bow shaft strapped to the other side of his back, and he could understand why one might be apprehensive when this massive walking arsenal happened by and asked directions.
Finally, though, he was given directions to The Grinning Grasscat. As he reached it and ducked his head to walk through the door, conversation within ceased for a moment at the sight of this armed behemoth invading the patrons’ space. However, when death was not immediately and thoroughly dispensed in their general direction, they went back to their drinks and conversation. Bailox looked around the room for a moment, taking note of the people within. All seemed to be fairly innocuous, and no sense of alarm readied him for battle. He was, however, intrigued as his gaze slid over one man in particular sitting at a corner table; he had the unmistakable and not-quite-identifiable air of a warrior about him. Along with the very identifiable air of too much drink. Perhaps in unconscious need of the company of a fellow warrior, along with the fact that the other tables were full, Bailox weaved his way through the other patrons to stand over the corner table and the man seated there. “Hail, sir,” he said in his sometimes-intimidating bass rumble. “May I rest at your table, and perhaps buy you an ale for your trouble?”
Posted on 2013-05-15 at 23:39:22.
Edited on 2013-05-15 at 23:42:51 by Duncan74
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Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: 2nd!
Woot! We have reappeared, and in 2nd place!
Posted on 2013-05-15 at 04:40:53.
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Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: Ah.
Gotcha.
Posted on 2013-05-13 at 23:56:26.
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Topic: Post of the Beast ;)
Subject: Post of the Beast ;)
So, this is my 666th post. Somebody play some Iron Maiden! Hehe. That is all.
Posted on 2013-05-13 at 22:04:41.
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Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: What happened? RDI ain't listed!
Voted today, but we're not on the list at all! What happened?!
Posted on 2013-05-13 at 22:01:13.
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Topic: Iron Man 3... What did you think?
Subject: Loved it
I saw it a few days ago and thoroughly enjoyed it. I'm also a big fan of the comic, and I like what they did with it. There were some inconsistencies with what went on in certain story arcs in the comic, but I have made myself take movies for what they are in recent years, and judge them on their own merits. Overall, I really enjoyed it.
Posted on 2013-05-13 at 21:54:42.
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Topic: D&D Next
Subject: Rekindled
I hadn't played D&D in many years, but as a wedding present, a friend gave me a beautiful set of reprinted 1st ed. AD&D books. After reading over those again, I poked around and found a PDF download containing all 26 2nd ed. AD&D books. With all of that now at my fingertips, my interest in D&D has been rekindled. So I guess I'm in kinda the opposite boat, Al-hehe.
Posted on 2013-05-13 at 21:50:34.
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Topic: Returning to the throne of DM...
Subject: Loner...so far
My character is making his way into the world from his homeland for the first time, so given his background it's unlikely he would be friends with any other characters yet. Not being uppity by any means, it's just that he has spent pretty much his entire life at war, fighting for and with his clan. But now he's a warrior without a war, so he's decided to become an adventurer.
Posted on 2013-05-13 at 21:36:53.
Edited on 2013-05-13 at 21:44:58 by Duncan74
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Topic: Returning to the throne of DM...
Subject: If it helps any...
I wrote up a short backstory based on the descriptions of the lands in Tek's world setting; I used his description of Haervath and Irvala, along with their history of war and recently-found peace, to piece my character's past, present and his motivations together. I figure each of us could be from pretty much anywhere described therein, and the initial storytelling can piece together how we ended up in the same place to adventure together. Just my 2 copper pieces' worth.
Posted on 2013-05-13 at 14:55:43.
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Topic: Life returns to the Inn!
Subject: Life returns to the Inn!
Just gotta say, as I'm on here doing up a character for a new game tonight, there are TEN people on. Given the scarcity of folks lately, I am VERY happy to see this! Our beloved Inn is still alive!!
Posted on 2013-05-13 at 02:45:38.
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Topic: Returning to the throne of DM...
Subject: Good to go here :)
I have PM'd my completed sheet to ya, Tek. Developing his backstory has gotten me excited to play this. Bailox SMASH!! Heh.
Posted on 2013-05-13 at 02:42:57.
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Topic: Returning to the throne of DM...
Subject: Language Question
Will our choice of languages be based on race, region, etc? INT roll gave me 3, but I don't know which 3 I know-hehehe.
Posted on 2013-05-12 at 20:07:04.
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Topic: Returning to the throne of DM...
Subject: I like bewbies
Yes indeedy-hehe. Neeeeeeples.
Not to worry, that is as risquè as I will get.
Posted on 2013-05-11 at 22:23:11.
Edited on 2013-05-11 at 22:23:55 by Duncan74
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