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Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: A horse?
Mendez also does not have a horse. I was wondering if maybe we could do one of two things:
1) Mendez rides behind one of the other characters on their horse.
2) That one of the other characters (maybe, Tariel or Ellessarea), being far more in the know about horses and such, helped Mendez purchase a good quality horse to ride and the equipment needed. This other character also takes care of Mendez' horse's upkeep (or ensures some stableboy is doing it). Mendez would, of course, reimburse said character for the service provided. What do you say... any takers?
Otherwise I think Mendez will be going with the Guild provided mount. He's not a horse guy, preferring to walk.
Posted on 2010-02-19 at 07:08:10.
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Topic: Demon Wind
Subject: A start...
BRIEFING ROOM
”Done already?” commented Teo, as he watched the other MV6 members ready themselves to leave.
”Aye,” came the Showman’s reply as he joined the rat is watching the others leave.
When only Teo and Mendez remained, the rat piped up, ”So…”
”So, we ride for Prilm tomorrow, before the sun rises,” Mendez answered grimly.
”Prilm?! Well, that will be nice!” cheeped Teo, not catching the dark tone in Mendez’ voice. “A little reunion will be nice! Remember that sweet albino lass with those magnificent red eyes? Wow! She was like a wild cat, you know what I mean?” The rat jumped onto the table, stood up on his hind legs and steadied himself with his tail, before he started making doing some obscene dance. "'Oh, yes, lassie! Purrr for me! Purrr for m…'” Teo noted Mendez was staring a bit absently out to nowhere, as if he wasn’t really listening, but the rat misunderstood. “But riding out at sunrise?!” he groaned, thinking Mendez was blue about their departure time. ”Why not mid-morning? Why do we always have to try and beat the su…”
”They’re all dead,” the mage interrupted.
Teo’s ears piqued up, ”What’s that you say? Dead? Who’s dead?”
”Prilm, Teo! Prilm!” Mendez shouted in a violent outburst, which surprise both him and the rat. Catching his emotions, Mendez continued as he reached down and picked up the rat, stroking it’s cheek. ”My apologies, my dear friend. My emotions got the best of me. Will you forgive me?”
But Teo was trying to process the news he had just heard. ”All dead?” he squeaked softly.
”Aye,” replied Mendez gently, holding the rat close as he rose to leave.
[OOC: That’s all I have time for right now… so tired! I may try to post something up tomorrow, we’ll see. Here’s my plan though: pack up in the afternoon, go out for the evening/night, sleep for 5 hours, meet up with the others at the gate.]
Posted on 2010-02-19 at 07:00:51.
Edited on 2010-02-19 at 07:09:06 by Reepacheep
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Topic: So I've been asked to run another game...
Subject: Wow!
Another time then, I guess. 
Ah well.
Posted on 2010-02-11 at 08:37:55.
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Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: Me!
Posted!
Posted on 2010-02-10 at 22:29:37.
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Topic: Demon Wind
Subject: Whew... wow, I don't like intro posts! Blah that took a long time!
”Mendez… Mendez… wake up, Mendez… wake
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up, Mendez!”
Mendez stirred from his restless sleep, groaning from the stiffness of sleeping on the ground another night. A hand quickly clapped over his mouth. Mendez’ eyes snapped up wide to find the face of his friend hovering near by.
“Shhhh!” Teo commanded silently. Mendez stifled the groan, his eyes trying to determine what was going on from his disadvantaged position. Teo patted his shoulders, urging him to roll to his side. Turning over, Mendez came face to face with one of his captors, the guard for the night, a rope pulled tightly around his thick neck. He could feel Teo loosing the bonds that restrained him. “It’s showtime, brother,” he whispered in Mendez’ ear, even as the Showman studied face of his captor carefully, paying attention to every detail. “You ready?”
Mendez gave a quick nod. A pat on the shoulder and Mendez felt his bonds slip away. With fluid grace, the Showman rolled up into a sitting position. With simple gestures and silent words, he wove together the spell, his eyes focused on the dead man before him, focused on every detail. In his mind’s eye, Mendez imagined himself in front of the dressing room mirror, applying the caked make-up, taking on more of the character with every pass of the sponge. Time seemed to slow as he watched the man in the mirror look less like himself and more like his captor. “Magnificent,” he whispered.
Standing, Mendez walked over to a near-by tree and kept watch over the bandits’ camp while Teo continued to work at releasing Arlo and Anton. So far, none had stirred. By Shinara’s grace, none would.
Soon, Mendez’ three companions joined him. “You look like s***, friend,” quipped Arlo quietly.
“What’s the plan?” whispered Anton more seriously. All eyes turned to Mendez.
“Visden?”
“I like Visden,” smiled Arlo. Anton simply nodded his assent.
Teo gave his friend a soft, affirming clap on the shoulder. “Visden.” Looking back over the sleeping camp, he asked, “And what about these clowns?”
“Leave ‘em,” Mendez said solemnly. The other three said nothing but looked at one another to see if they were in agreement. All thought darkly of the night before last, when these bandits had ambushed them. All thought of Lucio and Raul, their now dead partners. “No need to pick a fi…” The shifting of some body in one of the tents cut Mendez off.
“Yeah,” Arlo said nervously, “Mendez is right… time to go!”
The man wasted no time in starting to put some distance between himself and the camp, his brother Anton close on his heels. Mendez continued to watch the camp as he heard more sounds of stirring. “Time for you to leave too, Teo.”
“What are you waiting for, friend?”
“Just going to buy us some more time,” smiled Mendez. “Give the lads a little show to strike some fear into them.”
“I’ll not leave ya, Mendez.”
Mendez let the glamer spell go, discarding the guise of the guard. “I’ll not force you, Teo,” he gave his friend a wink, just as one of the bandits crawled out of his tent. “Showtime!”
Mendez stepped forward, and with a loud voice (which startled the sleepy man) called out, “Thugs, thieves and bandits! Rise! For Rydor himself has come to bring you to justice this night.” His hands made the arcane gestures as he called forth “fire from on high to cleanse this wickedness from the face of the land.”
A moment later, a roaring fire encircled the encampment, Mendez paying special attention to ensure the flames caught the dead guard too. The sound of the trees crackling from the heat and flame, the smell of burnt wood and burning flesh, the sound of the dead guard screaming in agony, smoke filling the space and obscuring their vision. Every detail counted, and Mendez made sure he did not miss one. Panic and confusion set upon the bandits as the came out of their tents. “For Raul and Lucio, may Rydor judge your souls without mercy!” Mendez tilt his head back and laughed maniacally as he and Teo backed away slowly from the scene of chaos.
“Nice work, friend,” commented Teo.
“You think so?”
“One of your finest,” smiled Teo. “A masterpie…”
sssSSS-THUD!
Teo stopped midsentence, the wind knocked out of him by something. The smile left his face as he looked down, Mendez following his gaze. There, just barely peeking through Teo’s shirt, was the steel tip of a crossbow bolt while his shirt began to take on a darker stain. Trying to take another step, the man faltered but was caught but Mendez.
“Teo! No!”
In that moment of shock and chaos, Mendez lost concentration on his spell. In the back of his mind, he knew it would not be long before the illusion he had created vanished into nothingness. “We need to go, Teo. Now!”
Teo grunted, the pain barely bearable. “Time for you to go, friend.”
“I’ll not leave ya, Teo.” Tears fell to ground.
A smile came upon the dying man’s face. “I’ll not force you, Mendez.”
Mendez returned the smile. “We’re not dead yet, friend.”
Arcane words combined with gestures once again, Mendez bolstering his natural speed with magic. Picking his friend up, Mendez began to make his way towards the city. Behind him, the sounds of the fire abruptly stopped and Mendez knew his illusion had ended. It wouldn’t take long for the bandits to rally themselves now.
Sure enough, within a minute or two, Mendez could hear the thugs making their way noisily behind them. Pushing himself, Mendez carried his friend swiftly yet carefully through the dark woods. After a time, Mendez tucked in behind a large rock, the sounds of the bandits long silenced by the distance covered. Together, the two rested, catching their ragged breath, Mendez allowing Teo to lie on his side and rest his head on Mendez’ lap. The Showman stared at the end of the bolt protruding from his friend’s back. As though, he could read Mendez’ mind, Teo piped up, “We’re not dead yet, friend.”
Mendez stifled a laugh, “Aye! We're not dead yet.”
“We get to Visden, and I’m sure one of the faith healers of Lysora will be able to tend the wound. And you know what say about Lysora’s ladies, right?”
Together, Mendez and Teo said, “The best lay a man might have.”
Mendez could not hold back the laugh this time, “Of all the things to consider, you would be thinking about how you might bed one of the Sacred Mother’s daughters.”
Teo merely winked back at his friend. “Get some rest. You’re walking for both of us...”
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“…Wake up, Mendez!” Mendez sat up straight in his bed.
”Whaaa!” Teo squeaked as he went flying off the bed and tumbled onto the floor with a thud.
”Teo?” called Mendez, wiping away the last wisps of sleep from his eyes. He pushed his legs out over the edge of the bed, planting his feet on the floor, missing Teo’s plump body… but not his tail.
”Ooowww!” cried the rat and, without thinking, returned the favor with a bite into the tender flesh of Mendez’ foot.
“Owwww!” Mendez cried. “You little rat!”
”You big ogre!” replied the sharp-tongued rodent, caressing his tail. “Watch your step!”
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK
“Mr. Ortega?” came an unfamiliar muffled voice from behind Mendez’ apartment door.
“Yeah!” Mendez replied, putting on his slippers and robe. “Who is it?”
”That’s what I was trying to tell you,” sighed Teo.
Mendez gave the rat a look as the man on the other side of the door introduced himself. “Mr. Ortega, it’s Leon, sir.” Mendez tried to place the name to a face. Ah, yes! Leon, the roguish lad with the brown, curly mop.
Mendez opened the door. “Leon, lad, what can I do for you this fine… fine…”
”Morning,” squeaked Teo.
“…morning! This fine morning!” sputtered Mendez.
The young lad let himself in, and found a chair in front of the dressing mirror. Fawning himself, Leon replied, “I’ve been sent to find you, Mr Ortega, and to escort you back to headquarters.” The lad paused long enough to make it dramatic, before he spun around the chair and pointed a makeup sponge at Mendez. “MV6 is being called up.”
Mendez and Teo shared a glance before both of them crack up laughing at Leon’s silly antics. “You got flair, lad,” Mendez complimented the boy. “A life destined for the great stages of Pardinal.”
“Really,” asked Leon with all seriousness.
“Yes,” the Showman replied, retrieving his sponge from the lad. “Now, off you go. I’m sure I can find my own way from here.”
“But, sir!” protested Leon. “I am suppose to escort you back to headquarters.”
Mendez cocked an eye at the lad. “Really? Escort me, you say, hmmm?”
“Yes!” Leon proclaimed sincerely.
“Well, then, just wait outside for a moment, while I get myself ready, and I shall be right with you.”
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Mendez and Teo arrived at headquarters later that morning, Leon in tow. Coming to the meeting room, Mendez dismissed the lad. “I think you’ve fulfilled your duty, lad. Off you go now.”
Leon took one look at the other MV6 members already gathered before nodding his head quickly and excusing himself. Mendez didn’t blame him, MV6 was an imposing team. Even Mendez felt somewhat out of place amongst his colleagues. The syls out numbered his kind two to one, and it wasn’t that he had anything against the seemingly immortal race… it was just hard to comprehend that most of his team members had out lived three generations of his family.
And then there was Daldren… Mendez could not imagine a man more opposite than himself. Daldren was quiet, Mendez was a man of many words. Daldren was man who lived by the sword, Mendez loathed to draw his thin blade. Daldren dressed in armor and muted colors; Mendez was dressed in a sharp doublet, gentleman’s gloves, a top hat, a colorful shirt … no armor.
”Showtime,” squeak Teo.
”Indeed,” agreed the Showman, taking a deep breath, before stepping into the room. To his companions, Mendez grinned broadly, “Hello, friends! It is a beautiful day, hmmm? The sun is shining!”
Pause.
”Tough crowd,” quipped Teo.
“Hmmm…” agreed Mendez. “So… any idea what this is abou…?”
He was interrupted by the entrance of Tarse. “Ah! The man in the know. Good to see you, sir! How’s the family?”
Mendez gave the team liason a firm handshake before taking a seat beside Daldren. Leaning over, he said quietly to the human warrior, “Did you do something with your hair, friend?”
[OOC: Mendez has no questions
OOC2: Bold Text represents conversation between Teo (rat familiar) and Mendez... which I think is not understood by the others...
OOC3: Italicized Text represents internal thoughts or dream sequences]
Posted on 2010-02-10 at 22:26:20.
Edited on 2010-02-10 at 22:28:51 by Reepacheep
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Topic: So I've been asked to run another game...
Subject: Dragon Magic?
Would the book Dragon Magic be open?
I'd be interested in playing a Dragonfire Adept (preferred) or maybe a Warlock.
I need to post to Ye Olde's game first. But I'm super interested.
Reep
Posted on 2010-02-10 at 02:29:07.
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Topic: Demon Wind Recruitment
Subject: Sorry.
I'll have something to you by Tomorrow (Weds) at the latest.
Posted on 2010-01-27 at 02:23:23.
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Topic: Demon Wind Recruitment
Subject: Huzzah!
13000 gp + free weapon and armor! Cool beans!
Posted on 2010-01-24 at 21:51:39.
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Topic: Demon Wind Recruitment
Subject: My apologies
I had thought you had asked us to PM the character sheet to you and then I look for the post and missed the line that said it.
Anyway, I deleted the post and will work up something else for you. Should be interesting... 
One quick question: The magical suit of armor and the magical weapon are the ONLY magical items we are allowed to have, yes?
Thanks!
Posted on 2010-01-24 at 18:40:06.
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Topic: Demon Wind Recruitment
Subject: Count me in...
Rogue 4 / Warlock 2... as you wish!
Posted on 2010-01-20 at 02:43:52.
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Topic: Demon Wind Recruitment
Subject: New Recruit
Hello YeOlde,
I'm new to the site, but not RP. I'd be interested in playing. I'm familiar with 3.5E, but not 2E. Maybe could pull it off if I could get some help creating a character (is it that different from 3.5?).
Anyway, I have the follow characters ready to go in 3.5E:
FIGHTER-TYPES
Human Swashbuckler 3 / Fighter 2 / Dervish 1
Human Paladin 5 / Purple Dragon Knight 1
Human Scout 4 / Ranger 2 {w/ Swift Hunter feat from Comp Scoundrel}
Half-Ogre [+2 LA] Scout 3 / Barbarian 1 {w/ Lion Totem from Comp Champion}
Half-Ogre [+2 LA] Barbarian 2 {w/ Lion Totem from Comp Champion} / Fighter 2
DIVINE-TYPES
Halfling Druid 6
ARCANE-TYPES
Gnome Beguiler 6
Gnome Illusionist 3 / Master Specialist 3
ROGUE-TYPES
Halfling Rogue 4 / Warlock 2
Human Bard 2 / Swashbuckler 3 / Dread Pirate 1
Let me know what works best...
Posted on 2010-01-18 at 07:58:19.
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