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Topic: Whom Gods Annoy - Q/A
Subject: Almost done
Should have a post up in the next few minutes.
Posted on 2008-04-11 at 20:28:38.
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Topic: GASP! Is that Eol?
Subject: I'm only honouring this with a wave...
*dignified wave*
Welcome Back Eol. And I followed suit and smote Addy for that terrible, terrible pun. It was that terrible.
Posted on 2008-04-11 at 20:27:30.
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Topic: Whom Gods Annoy - Q/A
Subject: I'll bold it
Bolding it.
Posted on 2008-04-08 at 15:51:00.
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Topic: Whom Gods Annoy - Q/A
Subject: No but close.
I'm still here. Finishing now.
Done.
Posted on 2008-04-08 at 04:21:41.
Edited on 2008-04-08 at 04:27:15 by Vilyamar
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Topic: ~*Whom Gods Annoy*~
Subject: Replying
"You don't really have to be such a poor sport about this all. Your acting like you know we're all going to get killed and end up in the belly of Ratharawn himself! Just lighten up a bit, and I will do as you say, only because it makes sense. You really should get out of that attitude you have, and take that emotion and funnel it into looking out for baddies, not moping around because you agreed to something. Oh and one other thing, our "mule" is a person to. See? Arms, legs, face skin, all the workings of the gods. Now don't go insulting this poor fellow or you can just carry the damned box yourself," the half-elf retorted. Nevertheless, he took his assigned position alongside the mage and sailor. Raen looked back at him, her own eyebrow quirked at the naivety of the young man. In all likelihood, he was probably old enough to be her father, at least by human years, though something told her than the battles she had faced had aged her well beyond that of most common folk.
"The day I don't expect to die, boy, is the day I greet the diseased one face to face," Raen spat back. "In case you haven't quite clued in, some of us can't afford to idly die and wait for a banknote so we may be resurrected. Death is the one doorway I hope to cross through once and once only and not today!"
Raen's scowl could've pierced through plate mail better than a broadhead arrow from a 100 draw. She turned on her heel and resumed her march through the crowds. The naivete of some people annoyed her to no end on most days.
"And my name, as I had said once before, is Raen Strider."
Posted on 2008-04-07 at 16:16:55.
Edited on 2008-04-08 at 04:27:00 by Vilyamar
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Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: For a film of pleasant artistic twist...
If you are a fan of the festival film circuit, you will probably enjoy Wristcutters: a Love Story.
It's a film about a young man who gives up and commits suicide, ending up in a desolate, drab and uneventful afterlife/purgatory where nothing happy ever happens and everyone is dead from "offing" themselves.
Its a slightly predictable tale that, no matter what you might think initially, does not glorify suicide.
I liked it and would recommend it.
Posted on 2008-04-07 at 16:02:18.
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Topic: ~*Whom Gods Annoy*~
Subject: Post 5
Raen waited until the captain had completed his small speech before returning below decks to tend to her equipment. While the sea spray was soothing on the minor burns she got from the wayward fireball but the drying water left the salt behind and dried out the skin more than the burn would. Luckily there was a barrel of fresh water below decks and Raen soaked one of the few socks she had in it and patted down the few burned areas. They would be better in a few days, but the annoyance of these minor injuries still got to her.
She sighed to herself, alone with the equipment and storage. Her eyes glanced around to look for the crate that might contain the cargo that the pirates had been seeking. Something still bugged her about that fight. Those weren't normal pirates. Then again, this crew wasn't exactly normal either.
She sat next to her pile of armor and her pack and began to wipe down the steel links with the cloth, periodically taking another one to dry the links completely. The journey was still another hour or two at least and Raen was determined to make the most of her time. They would soon have to transport whatever this cargo was across Camatcha. She did not expect a simple delivery, either. When it came to desirable goods, there were often several interested parties and they had only fended off one so far.
By the time Raen finished wiping the last few droplets off of her greaves, a member of the crew had come by and mentioned that they would be docking soon. Some of the others had been down already to gather their own equipment. Raen didn’t say anything to them as they passed by, engrossed in her work. She strapped on her armor and slung and buckled on the various weapon belts with their charges. Grabbing her pack and helm, Raen lugged her gear up on deck to see harbor ships floating around; some at dock, some not.
A few of the others loitered about mid-decks so Raen moved over and silently joined them. The crew methodically began to remove other cargo down the planks that extended to the docks. Raen slipped in between as a pair of deckhands readjusted their grip on their crate.
Eventually all the others had made it onto the docks and as they all stood there, wondering what came next, a young man came up holding a wooden box.
“So that must be the cargo and you are carrying it for us?” Raen asked, receiving a curt nod in response. “Fine, then. We should be getting a hustle on then.”
The fighter settled her helm on her head and checked her blades that none were stuck in their sheaths. It is never good to be stuck in battle with a sword that refuses to leave its sheath. Satisfied with her equipment, Raen looked around at the group. All of them seemed to be peering in different directions. Again, for what might be the 20th time that day, Raen sighed. This was going to be a very long delivery if these people couldn’t get their heads into the game.
This is what you get for volunteering to go along with the solo crew, Raen thought to herself. Looks like its up to you to get this done.
“Alright. Since we’ll be delivering this thing together, my name is Raen. Does anyone know where we are going?” Raen asked the rest of the group.
[Lherial’s response]
“Great. More magic and power bullshit. We’re probably carting around some dangerous artifact or power source. Because all I needed was something else to try and kill me today,” Raen said scornfully.
“Let’s move. I’ll lead. The damned fool of a mage and sailor can carry the box in the middle of us. Lherial? Kat? Flank them. Jeskell, was it? You bring up the rear. Watch our backs for us,” ordered Raen, taking charge. Formation was the one thing that might save them in case of an ambush.
Raen looked at Lherial and Katriana and pointed at the deckhand who held the cargo they were transporting to the temple.
“Make sure he doesn’t get shanked in the crowd. Last thing we want is our mule dead in a crowd. The chaos would make it easy enough for a pickpocket to get a hundred bells away on a three-legged dog.”
((Raen will lead the way to the temple, keeping on high alert. She's a little paranoid about security.))
Posted on 2008-04-05 at 19:18:37.
Edited on 2008-04-08 at 15:51:43 by Vilyamar
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Topic: Whom Gods Annoy - Q/A
Subject: FAil
Busy right now. school. exams. blah. sleep.
Posted on 2008-04-04 at 06:35:58.
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Topic: Whom Gods Annoy - Q/A
Subject: Yum
mmmm Peanut Butter.
Posted on 2008-03-27 at 13:33:44.
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Topic: Whom Gods Annoy - Q/A
Subject: lol 'gin
lol
Posted on 2008-03-27 at 05:20:19.
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Topic: Whom Gods Annoy - Q/A
Subject: lol
Thats awesome. I think he scrapped that, though and will bring you in someplace else?
Posted on 2008-03-27 at 04:57:46.
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Topic: Your Opinion?
Subject: How fares?
How fares your pitches and such? When will we see hard evidence of your claims!?
Posted on 2008-03-23 at 05:20:53.
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Topic: Whom Gods Annoy - Q/A
Subject: check it
done
Posted on 2008-03-22 at 18:02:39.
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Topic: ~*Whom Gods Annoy*~
Subject: Post 4
Already the moist, salty breezes had started to cling to outside of the steel that protected Raen’s head and chest. Her gloved fingers reached and followed the straps that led to clasps along her side. Undoing them was, by now, a mindless task and that left her mind free to wander for a moment, going over the short battle that had just transpired.
Raen’s experience had lain solely with killing brigands in the countryside but somehow it did not seem like this batch was well equipped to sail, let alone do battle at high sea. Perhaps there had been more below decks or something, but even that didn’t seem right. All hands would have been available to defend the ship or board, wouldn’t they?
Something about the attack just didn’t jive with what Raen knew about bandits and thieves that worked in groups. Perhaps they hadn’t expected more than a group of sailors. The six of them were a bit much for a vessel of this size to be defending.
Raen neatly stacked her armor and unstrung her bow, laying them across the bench. She wiped her hands down on the padded shirt she wore beneath her armor, disgusted at the accumulation of salt on her armor and weapons. She left the greaves and boot covers on, though, as she made her way back up the stairs to the deck.
As she stepped out, again, into the salty breeze and drying sun, the captain was at the rail of the top deck. Apparently he had been giving some sort of speech and Raen had missed the first half.
“…however, ask one thing of you. We carry little cargo, but there is one thing we have aboard that is…special. It is my belief that the pirates you so dispatched intended to take it, although for what reason I cannot imagine. If you will permit me one thing, I must ask that when we do dock in Camatcha, you take it with you and deliver it to a man named Kaene you will find there. This thing maybe have already endangered enough lives as it is, and perhaps you are the safer choice to deliver it,” he said.
Raen shrugged. If it was part of the deal for transport and it meant that she wouldn’t have to part with more coin for the voyage, then it seemed a simple enough task. The fay had died more from the mage’s stupidity than from the danger of the pirates and if whoever had wanted this cargo had wanted it badly enough, they could’ve gotten someone else to come here and get it with a much greater chance of success.
The ranger and half-elf promptly assured their assistance. Raen rolled her eyes at the duo. It seemed like the half-elf had gotten all of the elven flair and all of the human vanity. She doubted he had seen what she had.
“Hmph, despite the dangers your cargo has already placed us in, Captain, I, too, will accompany it. Since you asked so nicely,” Raen said.
Someone will need to ensure it gets there safely, she thought.
Posted on 2008-03-22 at 18:02:13.
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Topic: Whom Gods Annoy - Q/A
Subject: Special
And ruthless. I like it.
Posted on 2008-03-21 at 18:46:06.
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Topic: Whom Gods Annoy - Q/A
Subject: Cool
Thanks.
Posted on 2008-03-20 at 17:18:14.
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Topic: Whom Gods Annoy - Q/A
Subject: well
I never found any place for heavier stuff. hehe.
Posted on 2008-03-20 at 02:15:14.
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Topic: ~*Whom Gods Annoy*~
Subject: Post 3
Raen winced as the bowstring slapped against her leather gauntlets. It was more against the sound than anything actually felt from the blow, since the leather protected against anything painful unless she planned on firing off the bow for the entire day. Despite her aversion to it, she quickly notched another arrow and let it loose to follow her first.
The man with the crossbow jerked three times as both Raen’s broadheads pierced his chest to keep company with the ranger’s single arrow that also stuck out from the pirate’s abdomen. With the third strike, the pirate toppled from his perch, still clutching his weapon, and dropped over the edge of the vessel. He was dead before he hit the water.
Two of the passengers had leapt across to the pirate ship and Raen was not about to repeat their leaping maneuvers. At least she would not attempt it over open seas while wearing several pieces of heavy steel. She picked up her last arrow and notched it against her bowstring, waiting for a grappling line or a boarding plank to fall across the span of the two ships.
The battle moved swiftly across the way, however, and did not present any easy targets. The strange female was in trouble. Having lost her longspear, several pirates had launched their attack on her. The feline was attacking another pirate when Raen saw something out the corner of her eye.
This was not the first time she had traveled with a mage of some kind. She knew the power they brought to a battle and, despite their frail statures, continuously proved useful in general. However, oftentimes Raen found them to be very intelligent, yet not very smart. This seemed to be one of those times as her eyes followed a small brilliant ball of flame that flew from the back of their ship to land just at the base of the pirate ship’s mast.
“Down!” Raen yelled as she dropped to her stomach, below the railing of the Saucy Wench. Her gauntleted hands covered the base of her neck as the explosion of a fireball rocked the decks.
Idiot!
The sound and smell of wood burning mixed with the disgusting smell of roasting flesh and rotting clothing. Raen got to her knees and surveyed the scene from beneath her helm. The entire enemy ship was ablaze, including the last surviving pirate. She caught him launching overboard to douse the flames. Smart idea until he remembers how far from land he really is.
She spotted movement along one side of the enemy decks and saw a cloaked figure stand in the haze of the heat. Nothing else moved on the ship besides the flames and falling timbers.
“Quickly, now!” Raen called across. “She ain’t sea-worthy no more.”
Her eyes turned to their own ship and saw crew scrambling about trying to douse the flames that licked along their own rigging. Behind the captain who still steered their vessel stood the mage, his face long and pale in shock.
As well it should be, thought Raen. He nearly cost us all our lives for that.
There was a strong urge to notch her arrow and let loose right there, but Raen suppressed it. It would do no good to have a charge of murder stand against her. She stormed up to the top deck, moving quickly across to where the mage stood, surveying the damage to the rails and side of the ship.
“…so… very sorry,” was all he could mutter as Raen got closer, shouldering her bow and holding her remaining arrow with her left hand. With her right she grabbed the robes of mage and jerked him hard enough to definitely get his attention and pulled him to look her in the eye.
“Fix it,” she said through grinding teeth and pointing back at the rigging that still was on fire in some places. “Fix it so we can all get back to goddamned land.”
His eyes left hers and gazed past hers and down to the deck where the cloaked and smoking form of the feline had landed, carrying the still form of the strange female. Raen looked from the pair as the still form was laid to the deck, to the wizard and back again.
“You have much to answer for, mage,” said Raen as she stepped down from the deck and made her way past the crew and passengers to replace some of her gear down below into storage again.
((Raen will return her bow (unstrung again), arrow, helmet, breastplate and greatsword below decks before returning to help with what little she can on a ship)).
Posted on 2008-03-19 at 22:18:32.
Edited on 2008-03-20 at 02:20:10 by Vilyamar
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Topic: Whom Gods Annoy - Q/A
Subject: Anyone here have problems with language?
Anyone have a problem with my character being colourful? OOC, I mean. IC responses can be dealt with IC.
If anyone has a problem, I'll censor/cut down.
Posted on 2008-03-15 at 04:50:17.
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Topic: Your Opinion?
Subject: coo
Awesomesauce!
Posted on 2008-03-06 at 03:28:12.
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Topic: Question for the Canadians
Subject: Cost to Care ratios
Thats a difficulty with an aging population. Is there a point where they have to say "Sorry, you aren't worth the cost"? I don't think there is a fine line where this is the case, and there are more factors than simply age that go into determining the validity of a case, but I do think it crops up.
I am not a medical specialist, nor am I in any field relating directly to the medical healthcare system in Canada, so please don't take my point of view as hard truth or anything even close to that.
I think Universal Healthcare is a good thing. I also can see many powerful opinions in the US that would not agree with me.
Posted on 2008-03-04 at 00:07:51.
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Topic: Whom Gods Annoy - Q/A
Subject: Like I said..
Full Ranged Attack with the bow @ the Crossbowman then fires at anyone attempting to board and puts the bow back in the stairway.
Posted on 2008-03-03 at 20:19:37.
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Topic: ~*Whom Gods Annoy*~
Subject: Attack?
A blast of salty breeze hit Raen in the face as she stepped out onto the open deck. The breeze brought with it moisture that made her squint to keep the stinging water out of her brown eyes. The last thing she needed was to be blinded before battle.
The pirate ship drew closer and the others who had taken passage on the Saucy Wench emerged as well. Raen kept herself back from the railing at first, observing the others who came up after her. The annoying half-elf was right behind her, accompanied by the one dressed for scouting in a forest. Raen stepped out of the doorway to let them through and quickly noted the approaching ship. It seemed odd, since it was catching them very quickly.
Raen saw everyone else watching the ship, too, and notched an arrow against the bowstring. As she did, a magically enhanced voice called from the approaching vessel.
“CREW OF THE SAUCY WENCH! THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO SAVE YOUR LIVES! SURRENDER Y’ER CARGO AND SAIL FREELY!”
Raen counted the visible enemies quickly as the ship pulled up alongside them. Only five on deck but there was also one more hanging in the rigging with a crossbow. Something seemed out of place. None of the men wore any armor, which seemed odd for anyone initiating a skirmish, even on the high seas. Certainly Raen didn’t expect anyone to normally traverse the channels in the same heavy metal breastplate that she wore. A single misstep would send you quickly to the bottom. But even studded leather would make more sense than nothing at all.
The magically enhanced voice had to come from a wizard of some type, but Raen couldn’t pick him out from the rest. The two other females who were aboard leapt the gap across the ships, not waiting for their opponents to place down boarding planks or throw the grappling hooks common with boardings. Raen, however, still wasn’t sure how cocky or stupid these pirates would have to be to continue this battle. She kept her arrow notched and drawn now, aimed at the man in the rigging with the crossbow. As the man made threatening motions, though, her hesitation dissolved and she loosed the arrow that she had drawn back to her ear, following that one with another quickly notched and loosed.
((Raen hesitates here, though will loose two arrows at the man in the rigging (full attack). Should you want to do two rounds, she’ll notch another arrow and shoot for any boarders if they come after which she’ll drop the bow back inside the stairs and draw her greatsword.))
Posted on 2008-03-03 at 20:18:44.
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Topic: Question for the Canadians
Subject: You mean...
you mean Universal Healthcare? Where everyone can get some form of treatment through taxes rather than private insurance?
Yes, we have it, its true.
Pros - Its always there and you don't need to worry if you can't afford extra insurance. Prices for medical services are monitored and a little more controlled.
Cons - Extra taxes. Longer wait-times (more people using the facilities). Generally lower-paid medical staff (we tend to lose doctors/nurses to the States where insurance companies can be charged a helluva lot more). There are abusers of the system.
Really its Black and White for most people. If you've ever needed Healthcare, you would never go without it. Even that once is enough for it to be worth it (just like insurance). But if you are well enough off that you already pay for premium health insurance packages through private companies then you are more likely to not want it at all (you are basically paying for other people's HC). That's the major sticking point. The rich end up paying for the poor to have HC.
Posted on 2008-03-03 at 19:08:29.
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Topic: A Literary Review Thread
Subject: Yea
I read A Meeting at Corvallis by S. M. Stirling. Same deal, apocalyptic event occured that killed all modern weaponry and machines and stuff.
Posted on 2008-02-26 at 22:26:13.
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