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Topic: Monster's Paradise
Subject: Coming home
Finally, he was rid of her incessant chatter. Her youthful enthusiasm ceased to be compelling, and was grating on his nerves.
He forced a smile when his coach dropped her off at her abode, and assured her that his offices would be contacting her. He'd have to make sure they didn't contact her for a week or two, as that was all he could stand.
The ride home was quiet. While several races were nocturnal in Gleech the noise level tended to die down in the wee hours of the morning, and as his carriage driver steered him off the well beaten roads towards the southern hills where Ndaxur lies, the vampire's mind drifted to simpler times.
Arriving at the front gate, the coachman was yelling for the gate to be opened. Vodokon could feel the coach shift as the goblin climbed off the high driver's seat to investigate why the gate was not being opened. The Lord of Ndaxur smirked as he knew the pleasure the goblin would extract by beating the slave who fell asleep at his post. The sounds of the gate opening ensued, and then the carriage was drawn through the gate house onto the private road. The carriage rocked again as the coachman climbed up to his seat, and the carriage started moving forward again.
When suddenly...
Posted on 2010-06-16 at 17:25:03.
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Topic: Monster's Paradise Q&A
Subject: Same old excuse
I'll try to fire one off here, stupid life taking over my gaming time.
Posted on 2010-06-11 at 16:24:40.
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Topic: Last wish of a Dragon
Subject: Faet
The teleportation spell made him dizzy, but he knew it would save them time in the long run. Decades of wilderness living had brought a comfort with the non-verbal communication between the two wood elves. So when the gesture came from Katarerna he took it instinctively and moved to enter the building in front of him. Many sounds of many voices came from inside. He was not accustomed to this, but but his smooth movements showed her that he was at ease.
The large man at the door said to remove his weapons, and at first he thought about resisting, but even without his greatsword he was sure he could take the man down. Unstrapping the leather harness that held the sheath in place, he gently set it into the container. Then taking the dagger out of his boot, did the same.
Entering the sights and smells of various races and foods assault his senses, but taking it all in stride he finds a roof support beam and leans up against it with his arms crossed.
He was content to let the gem the elders spoke of find him. In the middle of the room only a few moments after he'd leaned up against the post, a gnome was startled to find a rat stealing a gem.
Posted on 2010-06-02 at 17:07:17.
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Topic: Last wish of a dying Dragon Q&A
Subject: Memorial day weekend
I'll be out of town for memorial day weekend, I should be back on Tuesday with a post
Posted on 2010-05-27 at 00:45:22.
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Topic: Monster's Paradise Q&A
Subject: Memorial Day Weekend
I'm going to be out of town for memorial day, I'll be back on Tuesday with a post
Posted on 2010-05-27 at 00:43:41.
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Topic: Monster's Paradise Q&A
Subject: Ears perked
When I read the word lawyer, I was like, that's me! Sweet, I'm excited to know who these sewer dwellers are.
Posted on 2010-05-20 at 16:29:17.
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Topic: Monster's Paradise Q&A
Subject: New post?
I'm happy to just keep narrating, but I feel a little lost not having had any contact. Should I just hold off making any posts until the dwarf and the elf make it to the city? (I'm assuming they're headed that direction) I feel a little funny just kind of telling my own story in the middle of yours.
Posted on 2010-05-03 at 19:11:54.
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Topic: Last wish of a dying Dragon Q&A
Subject: NPCs
Is Katerana an NPC? The intro made it sound like Faet was the younger of the two, so I'm kind of waiting for her to make the first move before I posted again. If she is an NPC I'll happily narrate trekking to the thirsty turtle, but if she's a PC I didn't want to step on any toes.
Posted on 2010-05-03 at 19:07:19.
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Topic: Last wish of a Dragon
Subject: Listening to Elders
A young elf sat in a grove of trees in a circle with his kin listening to the elders.
"There is a very old and very wise dragon that has passed into the other world but has left us his knowledge now according to the vision that we saw there are two of you that deserve a gem that he left his knowledge and wisdom in. If you have the will in your heart please step forward and we shall see if you are the ones." One of the elders proclaims.
He thought to himself, can this be me, is this my calling?
At first all was quiet and no one moved. Then a druid by the name of Katerana stood up "Good elder please if it be the will of this great dragon allow for Foreate and I to go and claim this gem."
Katerana will go, he thought, can I be the other?
The elders motion for her to come then after seeing another vision, they shake their heads in agreement.
"Now who will go with Katerana and her animal companion to recover the other gem."
The elders wait......
Silence grows in the forest and all that can be heard is the crackle of the fire. Then with a start Faet springs to his feet. He is young and shifts his weight back and forth, and looks from right to left at the others before speaking.
"I, Faetulcien Galontauré called Faet, I will go." He says courageously. And stands waiting for the judgment of the elders with a chiseled look on his face. This is the face his father made when he would not take no for an answer.
Posted on 2010-04-30 at 20:04:46.
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Topic: Last wish of a dying Dragon Q&A
Subject: Should have taken a left at Albuquerque
Sorry, I'd been looking for a Dragon Gems game, I didn't realize the title had been changed. I'm here now. I'll make a post soon
Posted on 2010-04-30 at 19:54:26.
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Topic: Monster's Paradise Q&A
Subject: Edited
Sorry about the typos, should have read it over once before submitting. I just finished editing it now though. The Blue was representing a Yuan-ti. I didn't want to get bogged down in details with actual case work. The Medusa is a new client, one that he's just taken on. So it could be the Blue again, or it could be something else. I'm pretty terrible at coming up with names, so I've just said the Medusa, and the Yuan-ti, and the Blue Wyrm, I can work on that if it gets confusing.
Posted on 2010-04-29 at 17:05:51.
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Topic: Monster's Paradise
Subject: Several weeks later...
Vodokon didn't know why he had purchased box seats this year. Last year's arena was positively droll, and this year wasn't turning out to be much better. The slaves and prisoners forced to fight were never trained, so the stronger one usually won. Whenever there was a wild animal it generally had a good meal, but the entertainment value was gone unless of course you were here to see the gore of live feeding. Vodokon had seen enough gore to last several lifetimes, and yawned as the crowd cheered.
His client was entertained though. Perhaps that is why he kept this seat, to entertain clients. This one was quite charming, although he wouldn't dare look upon her face. The Medusa was wearing a very revealing green dress, one that showed off her stunning neck. But, as with all medusas her face was covered by a veil, which during exciting parts of the bouts shock and writhed as the snakes on her head made their presence known.
He had taken her case as a point of interest. Not only was the interpretation of her parents' will difficult, but as with most of his clients, the payment would be most gratifying. He'd had medusa blood once in the past, and while the poisons therein would most likely kill any living being, he didn't have that pesky little heart beat to worry about.
The night was cold for this time of year, and the goose bumps that crept up on his client's skin was far more entertaining than the bloodsport below.
Drums sounded as the next bout would begin soon. It was difficult to hear the announcer over the murmuring of the crowd, but the goblins manning the spot lights focused in on him made sure he could be seen.
He was yelling some sort of public service announcement about something to the west. Then with a flurry, a dwarf and an orc were pushed out into the arena. The orc must have committed some crime, pity he didn't have a better lawyer, Vodokon mused. But as the law suggested, the orc could have chosen a jail sentence or the arena. A smart orc this one was, he'd probably live longer in the arena. The syndicates that ran the prisons from the inside could be hell on earth for those inside. Vodokon would know, he's represented two of the mob bosses that resided therein.
As predicted the orc won a short while later. The dwarf was a little scrap of a thing, poorly fed, no training, and spent most of the match running away from the orc. A waste to be sure. No civilized person would want to eat it now, perfectly good meat thrown to the wargs.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" He asked her as they were leaving the arena.
She was young, just come of age to receive her inheritance. Her aunt, who had been her guardian up until this point, was trying to claim legal possession of the riches passed down through her family. She'd never been to the arena before.
"Oh...," he'd broken her out of a deep thought, "Yes, very." She was very new to this world, especially compared to one such as he. And her excitement at being out among the throngs of people was seeping out of her in the way she kept looking around excitedly. His imagination took hold of him as he looked at her. In his eyes he could see her in the distant future. In a way he could tell by looking what she would look like when she was old. Where wrinkles would appear, and where skin would sag. It was something he did sometimes.
"I'm glad you liked it." He faked a smile when he said so, truthfully he was bored with her. Her youthful energy had grown tiresome. She had babbled on through diner, and he was ready to take her back to wherever it was she called home.
"STOP!!" The shout came from behind them. They paused to look at what the commotion was all about.
The hobgoblin officer and two guards wielding spears were hustling up towards Vodokon and his client.
"You, human, what are you doing out of chains?" The officer was not, of course, addressing the Lord of Ndaxur himself, but what the officer perceived to be his medusa master.
Vodokon didn't really look all that human anymore. At least he didn't think so. His posture was straight; he was of a well fed body type, though not a pig in his consumption; his dark hair was well groomed; and his clothes were rich. He was more pale then the humans that spent all day toiling in the sun, and his hands were smooth as one who hadn't lifted a finger for himself in several lifetimes. But, on occasion, some insolent whelp would see something out of the corner of their eye and think the world had gone mad and let a slave wear clothes such as he.
"By mandate 642 of His Lordship Mayor Scynarian of Gleech, all slav-" the hobgoblin was stopped mid word as Vodokon moved back his cape to show the jeweled hilt of his finely crafted rapier. The officer's next response was not the brightest one, as he drew his own short sword and put in very close to Vodokon's face.
Now, Vodokon was an expert with his blade, and very quick on the draw. If he had so chosen, the hobgoblin would have been dead on his feet as soon as his fingers touched the hilt of the short sword. As there was a crowd assembling the vampire thought of a different method of quelling his foe.
"Removed your blade from my presence," his words were almost a whisper, but the power they conveyed against those weak of mind was like an explosion in the hobgoblin's brain.
The officer was so quick to react that he lost his grip on the hilt and his sword went clattering across the cobblestone courtyard. The two guards behind him were much smarter apparently, and once they knew what was happening moved their spears to a less threatening position.
The officer was cowed, but helpless under the vampire's gaze.
"Now, after you've apologized to the lady and myself, for the next seventy two hours you will be... a chicken. You will feed as a chicken, you will walk as a chicken, you will speak as a chicken, and if you called, you will mate as a chicken, am I clear?"
The officer could only nod at first, but then stammered, "I'm dreadfully sorry m'lord, m'lady, if I'd only buc, buc buc buc bugahh!!" The assembled audience roared in laughter at the misfortune of the hobgoblin officer.
"I think that's quite enough excitement for one evening," Vodokon said as he turned to his client. "Shall we call the carriage?"
Posted on 2010-04-28 at 19:27:09.
Edited on 2010-04-29 at 17:00:04 by crowe
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Topic: Monster's Paradise Q&A
Subject: Me too
I'm also working on a post. Should be up in the next day or two.
Posted on 2010-04-26 at 17:13:41.
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Topic: Monsters' Paradise Game Recruitment
Subject: Ready and rearing
I'm eager to post more, but I don't know where my character fits in, and I want to see other people's posts first.
Posted on 2010-04-19 at 19:30:50.
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Topic: Monsters' Paradise Game Recruitment
Subject: D'oh
Just re-read the Monster's Paradise Game Recruitment post at the beginning of this thread and saw that "If you are from the current era you will be starting in the Goblin City, Gleech in the northwest Manglamark." Sorry guess I missed that part upon first reading. Guess that answers my question from earlier.
I did have another question about Fate points. Do you want them stated in the game post or in a PM or somewhere else? For instance if I had a Horsemanship: 1 like the human knight from the old era would I use it like this:
They were after him. Perhaps killing their captain was not the brightest move, but it seemed the most efficient. Now the whole band of brigands was after him. He had a fast horse, but at least half a dozen of them had horses as well, and to top it off they were familiar with these woods. The sound of the river from up ahead was his only salvation. As an arrow whizzed by he made up his mind for good. As the underbrush cleared away, he leaped his horse (I spend one point in horsemanship) hopping that he would land on the other side. Clearing the river he turned to look at the outlaws stopped on the opposite bank, shaking their fists, and cursing him.
Posted on 2010-04-14 at 03:37:27.
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Topic: Monsters' Paradise Game Recruitment
Subject: Agreeing with Raven
In my character background I sent to you, I didn't really specify which city I'm in. But I'm guessing the plot takes place in the same city as your opening post. I didn't include any interaction with NPCs on my post as I didn't know if you had anything planned. And the NPC's I did make up are vague enough that details can be added if they are desired. Can't wait for this game to get started I'm excited to play.
Posted on 2010-04-13 at 21:00:29.
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Topic: Monster's Paradise
Subject: Lord Vodokon of Ndaxur
It's a common misnomer that vampires must sleep during the day, or sleep at all for that matter. This was much to his chagrin, as he was forced to pace around in the dark, waiting for the sun to set. When he had build Ndaxur many years ago, stained glass windows were the height of opulence. But the last of the large oaks that once blocked the sun from the west side of the estate had become too old, and had to be cut down for fear of falling limbs. Now those same opulent stained glass windows were preventing him from full reign of his own home.
Frustrating as that was he looked forward to tonight. His closing statements were prepared, and while land right cases weren't his favorite, the Yuan-ti he was representing was both interesting and fiscally well off. But more than that the defense lawyer was an ambitious blue wyrm, and he loved nothing more than crushing the spirits of young upstarts.
To call a dragon young was no mean feat, and with their polymorphing abilities, it was difficult to ascertain most wyrm's exact age. He'd faced enough of them in court to tell by their speech patters and which strategies they employed to hazard a guess of their age range. He on the other would look the same forever.
Food was another requirement in which he did not necessarily need to partake in. He employed a skilled chef for evenings when he entertained guests, but on days such as this, ones that had no guests, his servants ate fairly well. He was a fair master, if not overly kind, and had been employing the same families of goblins for generations (buying new ones when inbreeding had become apparent). This was pressing on his mind because at times like these when he was trapped in his own house, and his work was done he enjoyed sparring with Droguz and Grukas, two of his servants trained in the arts of fencing. The two of them, like the rest of his servants were eating their evening meal at this time, and while he had no qualms about pulling them away from such luxuries, the stained glass window was between him and the servants' dinning room, and yelling across the estate was something he considered undignified.
So he paced.
The carriage that he had commissioned had curtains that were thick enough to block the sun, and his private chambers had no windows. The carriage house was build at an angle that he could enter his carriage at almost anytime of the day without having to worry about stray beams falling in his direction. But in the great hall he had wished the most luxury that money could buy, and so he had that damned stained glass window commissioned. The craftsmanship was excellent, and it was beautiful in a horrible way, depicting a battle scene between an army of monsters and an army of men, dwarfs, and elves in blacks and in reds. It was not his first choice to throw a rock through it and fill the wall with brick instead. But his other choices were to board up the inside so it could only be viewed from the grounds, or board up the outside so it could only be viewed from the ballroom.
As he paced he thought. He thought about any minute details he would need to go over before tonight's hearing. He thought about the look on the blue wyrm's face when he would win. He thought about the bargain he had struck with the Yuan-ti. On top of his fee he asked for a pint of the Yuan-ti's blood. Not that he needed exotic blood like that to survive, but he was curious. On top of that loved the flush to their faces when they thought that he is putting them on, and more than that, of course, the paleness that came with the realization that he was serious. Dead serious. He imagined that the blood draining from their face was a foreshadow of the blood draining from their arm, as they cut themselves to fill up his glass. He would win their case, but they would pay for it.
But mostly he thought about that window.
As the sun set a realization came to him mid-step. We would build a room on the outside of the great hall. This room would be as tall and wide as the window, but only deep enough for one of servants to fit. They would enter the room from the outside, and light candles, hundreds of them, and keep them burning day and night. The candles would illuminate the window, and he would enjoy it without risking the harmful rays of the sun. Yes, he would commission it this very night. Planning the architecture, he thought, maybe five humans for two weeks. Something strong to lead them, a bugbear, or an ogre if he could find one. Yes, this is what he would do. All he had to do now was wait for the sun to finish setting, punish one of his servants for not checking up on him (it didn't really matter which one), win his case, and he could move on to the more important task of fixing his window.
Posted on 2010-04-13 at 20:54:22.
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Topic: The Heist of Zaid-Dayan Q&A
Subject: So...
This ball ever going to get rollin'?
Posted on 2009-09-09 at 18:35:15.
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Topic: Aria of the Thirteen
Subject: Sounds Interesting
I'm a big fan of the Powers comic book. Homicide detectives in the Powers division. And while Superpowers and Magic aren't necessarily the same, I think the theme carries over pretty well. I'm relatively new to RDI, so when you talk about style, I'm not aware of yours, and you couldn't be aware of mine. But I am interested in this game, and if you'll have me, I'd love to play in it.
Crowe
Posted on 2009-08-23 at 01:25:24.
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Topic: The Heist of Zaid-Dayan Q&A
Subject: Wild Card
Actually, I'd be pretty happy playing the wild card too, as other people want to be the combat/divine characters. When are we gonna start this thing?
Posted on 2009-08-11 at 22:48:19.
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Topic: So who was your first?
Subject: First
My first character was randomly generated in the Cyber Punk 2020 system. He was Asian, and had glowy implants in his hair, I think he was a techie. After that I made a Full Conversion Borg because I spent most of the first character's time running away from Borgs and Power Armor. That was back in the early '90's seventh grade. In high school I turned to Rifts and played a Burster for long time named Nar Tur, which in the Tolkien elven means Fire Master. Late in College, 2000 or 2001 my roommate had a DnD 3.0 set, and I'd never really played, so I read the players guide and created an Elven Wiz/Ftr named Iolloken Gallenodel. I'd never DMed before, but I had a bunch of ideas, and the DM (my roommate) was enthusiastic, but not a lot of imagination. So I was basically spoon feeding him the plot between sessions. Then we played another game with another DM and I was an Avriel (winged elf) bard. And I had a lot of cool ideas, but the DM wouldn't let me use any of them. So I started my own game, and have been DMing or GMing or Storytelling ever since. I still like being a player though, just doesn't happen very often.
Posted on 2009-07-07 at 21:57:27.
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Topic: The Heist of Zaid-Dayan Q&A
Subject: Hi
I'm in, probably melee or divine
Posted on 2009-07-06 at 06:53:01.
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