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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: I think it is 'Dysentery'... either way:
Dissentry:
Data
Inconsistencies
Shock
Scientists
Examining
Nearby
Tropical
Region
Yellowtails
Dysentery:
Disappearing
Yellowtail
Scads
Effectively
Nullified
Trials
Examining
Nearby
Yellowtails
(( For those who are interested, the Yellowtail on sushi menus refers to the Japanese Amberjack, which is a different fish than the Yellowtail Scad. Yellowtails refer to a broad group of fish with, well, yellow tails))
Posted on 2017-11-23 at 01:18:22.
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: Narcicism you say...
Not
All
Regents'
Concerns
Include
Civilians;
I am
Simply
Magnanimous
Posted on 2016-06-16 at 09:30:53.
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: Courage
Consider
Other
Unusual
Realities
And
Grand
Exploration
((all is well))
Posted on 2016-06-08 at 13:29:28.
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: Enigmatic
Erratic
Nuances
Instigate
Great
Misgivings
And,
Terribly,
Invalidate
Courage
((...rough couple weeks...))
Posted on 2016-04-21 at 11:02:49.
Edited on 2016-04-21 at 11:03:16 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: Gosh Ches, you're giving me...
Sudden
Ophthalmophobia
Posted on 2016-04-06 at 07:53:25.
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: Salads
Several
Archeologists
Labour
Authenticating
Disrupted
Specimens
Posted on 2016-04-02 at 22:17:11.
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Topic: FFd20 Crimson Falcons QA take 2
Subject: Handling Lighting
Hey there, if you don't mind a friendly suggestion from a lurker...
Sunrods are 1lb iron rods which glow when their tips are struck. By no means are you required to handle them after striking the tip, and they aren't known to generate heat. As such, after striking the tip, you could strap a sunrod to a belt (which should not be a stretch considering maces and axes are commonly carried in belt loops) for illumination in the directions not blocked by the weilder's own form.
Please note that once the rods are struck they glow for 6 hours (without a means to turn them off), after which they become plain iron rods. Presumably you could use something like a belt pouch to hide the light source, by placing it over the glowing portion of the rod, if the need arised.
Since an ever-burning torch is also only 1lb you could likely do the same thing, without having to worry about replacing the sunrods.
All you will need to worry about is the directions which are and are not lit up by carrying the light source in this manner.
Hopefully this helps with your predicament.
Happy gaming all,
-T_O
Posted on 2016-04-02 at 21:54:46.
Edited on 2016-04-02 at 21:57:11 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Also Lurking...
This looks incredibly interesting.
I've always loved Shadowrun/Cyberpunk games, so I look forward to watching this tale unfold.
Based on what I have skimmed thus far, I am very excited.
Posted on 2016-03-29 at 19:02:11.
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: A note
Superciliously
Some
Users
Perpetuate
Exploration,
Rekindling
Creative
Imaginations.
Listen,
Innmates,
Orchestrate
Unique
Stories,
Ludic and
Yieldless
Posted on 2016-02-28 at 21:27:45.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: Well...
...not particularly keen on running in alone...but you could always take the delays in posting into account for reaction time... *prepares for backlash from party*
Maybe Damon gets toward the stairs, I dunno.
Oh, and before I forget:
Welcome Nomad. Look forward to gaming with you.
Posted on 2015-03-20 at 15:11:31.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men...
Subject: Slow Uptake
Danon stirred as a loud bang resounded in the distance; some portal far away from his own door had been assaulted.
Too early for the morning drills, he thought, groaning as he rolled over in his bed. much too early.
Justicars, the warrior-judges of Rydor and Merca, had come to the temple two days before. Renowned for their skill and discipline, each morning since their arrival the Justicars had commenced in drills of physical endurance -marching formations, combat manuevers, and the like- before proceeding to a breakfast rife with formal debate to maintain mental asuteness. In consideration of the Justicars' reputation, all temple wards, and preists-in-training, such as Danon, who sought a future among the Justicars were to attend the drills; equal part motivation and detterant. Nonetheless, the drills were not to take place until dawn, and, as Danon had certainly retired just a few hours prior so that he might participate in the drill, the loud bang was certainly something else.
Another bang resounded in the distance, closer now but still far away from his door; perhaps as close as the end of the cooridor. This time however it was followed by some unclear, high-pitched sound, a sound that sent a chill down Danon's spine. Determined that the sound was nothing to concern himself with, the temple ward reached across his empty bed and pulled the linens around himself.
Empty, Danon found himself noting. but, why does that feel amiss? It was normal that he would sleep alone among the place of his youth, and yet Danon felt this evening's solitude out of place. He shivered again trying to piece it all together Why too am I so col- Danon registered his lack of underclothes before the question formed in his mind. Never had he slept as such in the temple Danon called home.
Danon shut his eyes tight as the banging sounds continued to draw nearer, trying to remember himself, trying to dispel the dream which gripped him.
The banging resounded against his doorway.
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Danon's eyes snapped open as he re-entered the world of consciousness.
"Trouble," he murmured as the resounding banging noises from below, and what he could make of the voices through the walls, told him all he needed to know. A scan of the room confirmed that he was indeed alone. Where Davena, and Garn for that matter, had gone were beyond the young priest. Perhaps the bodyguard had discerned trouble and hurried Davena to safety; perhaps Danon had imparied himself to the point where he had not been privy to earlier signs of trouble. Regardless he needed to act, now; if people were in danger he would do what he could to protect them, no matter the odds.
Quickly he rose to gather his equipment, trying to fight the numbness of his evening with shear force of will. Cladding himself in his armour and resecuring his mace upon his belt Danon moved to the open the door, pausing only to ensure his holy symbol of Merca was at the ready. He may not have been a Justicar, but Danon would prove his mettle.
((OOC: So, hurriedly getting ready for any dangers and proceed directly downstairs. Luckily, after looking it up, chainmail is a quicker armour to don, so it shouldn't take too too long to prepare unaided. Danon is of the assumption he has already been slow to react, thus he is not seeking out his companions (who have likely reacted), and is proceeding at however quick a pace he can muster given the night he has had))
Posted on 2015-03-16 at 23:11:55.
Edited on 2015-03-17 at 10:46:26 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: hmm...
...I find myself with free time later this evening,
Thus, I shall endeavor to have Danon at least find his way to the stairs then...
Posted on 2015-03-16 at 10:16:30.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men...
Subject: Theological Debate
Danon was thankful that Davena allowed their conversation to shift focus away from her personal questions; while perfectly reasonable queries, the young priest never saw fit to dwell too much upon himself in conversation. Rather, Danon happily recounted the values of Merca's faith, the importance of duty and honor in daily lives, and the significane of following through with choices made. Allowing himself another tankard of ale, Danon went on to describe the distinction between the three orders of Merca's faithful and, to the extent of Danon's knowledge, the extent at which the orders interacted with each other and the faithful of Rydor, Lysora and Falloes. To Danon's immense pleasure, Davena's vivid interest in the range of theological interpretations, combined with intelligent insights her a marvelous conversation companion; she may have even guessed the order Danon identified with, based upon his rambling comments.
Eventually, Davena kills her glass of wine -perhaps her fourth of the evening, as Danon hadn't been counting - before placing her soft, warm hand atop his. "I have some texts in my room," she speaks, double meaning doing a poor job of hiding between every word, "and I would like your thoughts on them. Perhaps, brother Danon, I could persuade you to come and give them a detailed inspection?"
"Davena," he began, smiling profoundly despite a sharp sting in both his temples "it would be my pleasure."
Posted on 2015-03-13 at 22:19:53.
Edited on 2015-03-13 at 22:34:08 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: Danon...
... has clouded judgement from his ale and is otherwise pre-occupied with his non-plot-finding conversation.
That is, of course, assuming the plot doesn't invade his current situation; or perhaps a side plot at least.
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I suppose Blair might have sought to ask more questions, considering his actions, though I haven't seen Brundel online lately...
Anyway, I am ready whenever the game continues.
Oh, and before I forget, I must say I rather enjoyed the post where Ta-Arms began swiping food bowls 
Posted on 2015-03-08 at 19:08:30.
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Topic: WWII Horror LFP
Subject: Looks good
I look forward to seeing the tale unfold.
May have to try a similar game concept with my tabletop group sometime.
Cheers all,
-T_O
Posted on 2015-03-06 at 14:55:39.
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Topic: WWII Horror LFP
Subject: wow indeed
The whole premise of the game is simply fantastic, and the Cortex system looks great for it; gotta say it is a very interesting game you've got there.
Posted on 2015-03-06 at 10:53:52.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: Something obvious...
...requests an equal response...
Posted on 2015-03-03 at 12:08:13.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men...
Subject: Reading Signs
Danon could not help but smile and as the woman began her multitude of questions, noticing her eyes sparkle with interest, but her motions hinting toward something more. He found it charming when she caught herself and proceeded with introductions rather than let him answer the first questions.
"Fascinating" he murmmered, echoing Davena's words, his gaze fixing solely upon hers. Certainly fascinating described Davena as well.
The young priest's fascination only grew as Davena settled into her next question.
"So tell me, brother Danon... how long have you been in Merca's service?" she asks.
"For most of my life, I suppose..." he chuckles softly, shaking his head before pausing a moment to choose his next words,"...though perhaps such personal questions are best saved for a more... private conversation." he offers with sly smile.
((OOC: EDIT: minor spelling issues))
Posted on 2015-03-03 at 12:05:24.
Edited on 2015-03-03 at 20:10:32 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: Very very sorry
I apologize I meant to post last weekend only to find the wifi-router on the train I was on was broken. Follow that with a week of little to no internet access (much to my dismay) and we get this lack of communication.
I am back now will full access to the internet and able to post again.
Sorry once more.
Post is in, hope it works well.
Danon is attempting to shift the conversation toward more pleasant matters
Posted on 2015-02-28 at 11:16:29.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men...
Subject: A Reprieve in the Dark
The sudden emergence of the palisade and its watchman swept over Danon like a wave of relief. A living soul; a being not bred of darkness, but rather one that was on vigil against the terrors of the surrounding mists, or any danger that lurked outside the walls of Crandel. Even as Blair explained to the guard their purpose, Danon could feel the tension in his muscles relaxing, the forced alertness of his mind begin to ease. Safety had been found admist the most foul of nights, and the young cleric's anxieties of a town overrun by undead monstrosities were put to bed. So too, he hoped, would he find sleep. As the company wound through the quiet, darkened streets of Crandel, the illuminated form of the Nicked Shill was like a beacon against the oppressing mists; this would be home for the night.
Danon was not surprised by the death of conversation brought on by their arrival; the hour was late, and the sudden appearance of the weary companions was surely a testament to trouble afoot, whether the townsfolk knew of the surrounding dangers or not. When the barmaid offered a warmer reception, and a promise of food and drink, the priest allowed himself to relax further. There was certainly a concern regarding their presence, but they were not unwelcome.
As the companions moved toward the indicated table in the tavern's corner, Danon noted the two other travels, a man and a woman, seated at the tables end. The man seemed uneasy at first, but relaxed, most likely a reflex brought about by the sudden tension in the room; the woman seemed more comfortable with their presence.
With the events of the night still weighing upon his being, Danon found that he had not regained much of his appetite. Instead he sought to dull his senses a bit further with a stong ale, accompanied only by a loaf of bread to steady his stomach.
As conversation beings to spark up Danon listens intently, eyeing the speaker, the blonde woman, over tankard. Her eyes seems to shine in the tavern light, and Danon only vaguely hears Blaire begin recounting the events of their travels.
The man seems content to allow the woman to do the talking, and she obliges. "I do not know that I would call it 'strange', sir," she replies. "It is a foul night, what with this almost... evil fog hanging close by. And then, a troupe of armed strangers emerges from it? No," she pauses for a moment, "I don't find it so unusual. At least they did let us in."
Perhaps it was the ale, the comfortable air surrounding the woman's gaze, or the general wish to not recount the roads perils that urged Danon to speak. Perhaps it was all of these things.
"Indeed, considering the events of the night it seems perfectly reasonable," he interjected, cutting off any response Blair was preparing. His gaze flickered to his companion, then back to the woman, "while we all appreciate your concerns friend, we must be repectful of the hospitality of our hosts. Blindly extending suspicions towards those who offer both food and shelter is a disheartening action, for they have opened up their home to us. Nay, we need show graditute for their kindness." Danon knew he was rambling, but couldn't hold his tounge, his temples stinging slightly from the drink. Instead he found himself smiling sincerely at the blonde woman who had engaged them in conversation "Furthermore, I fear I'm being terribly rude; Well met, I am Danon, humble servant of Merca, a pleasure to share this evening meal with you."
((OOC:EDIT: fixed some minor grammatical/spelling errors))
Posted on 2015-02-28 at 11:11:43.
Edited on 2015-02-28 at 23:02:07 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: Forecast...
...I'm looking to have something in around Friday, once I manage to steal enough free time to review everything properly.
Cheers,
-T_O
Posted on 2015-02-17 at 13:25:42.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: Busy week
Happy belated Hammer!
Hope you feel better soon Eol!
I'm around, ish.
-T_O
Posted on 2015-02-06 at 21:46:14.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: All the more reason...
...to get out of the woods.
Thanks for the refresher boss. I misplaced my rulebook yesterday, so I forgot to address Hammer's question. When you are generally typcast as the Cleric (which I don't mind, as it is my favorite class) you tend to muddle the rules from system to system, so I'm always re-consulting my rulebooks.
Anyhow, I resolved to heal the fighter with magic and hope for the best.
Look forward to more posts soon.
Posted on 2015-02-01 at 08:28:59.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: There we go...
...all copied over.
Ready to get out of the woods now... please... aheheh...
Posted on 2015-01-31 at 14:23:54.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men...
Subject: Duty Minded
Danon released the breath that had caught in his chest as the last of the undead forms was forced into rest.
Not the last, he reminded himself for those which fled still lurk in the mists, watching with unseen eyes.
It was a frightening thought, and a depressing one, but one that mattered little. Now was not a time to dwell on the dead, rather it was time to account for the living. Dropping his mace back into its beltloop at his hip, Danon allowed himself a moment to regain his senses, noting the others were similarly recovering from their fight for survival, sporting minor scratches and bites. All save one. The warrior Ta'Arms remained immobile, unable to act of his own volition; some foul trick of the grave still grasped him. Danon moved to inspect the man's wounds when he noticed the small form huddled near its master, the loyal companion of the warrior which had completely slipped the minds of himself and the others; happily, it appeared to be unharmed.
There were two distinct types of wounds, the first being a raking slash left by the claws or one of the creatures, though it looked more minor than a possible source for Ta'Arms affliction. More troubling was the bite, which appeared to be much deeper into the warriror's flesh, though out here, in the twisted shadows and mist of the evening, his assessment was not the best it could be.
"I can do something for the wound," He spoke aloud, to no one and everyone at the same time, never lifting his gaze from the injury. "but I fear I have not the means help him regain his faculties; his body and his will need to fight free of what holds him."
It saddened him to be saying such a thing, but he just couldn't tell what was wrong. Some of the others had suffered minor injuries, though they were not afflicted. Surely it has something to do with the foul giggling creatures, that menacing laugh now mocking his concerns from his memory. He shuddered despite himself, and looked up first towards Rae, whom he thought might understand his sadness, but then turned to En'A.
"He'll want to make up for this.."
It wasn't an argument in of itself, though Danon was sure the statement was enough that the bladesinger understood. The warrior would want to make up for sitting out a fight, of that Danon had no doubt; it was the man's own duty to act as a protector to his comrades, just as it was Danon's to mend their wounds. What bothered the young priest was how likely it was that he would be repeating what he was a about to do very soon.
Drawing upon the blessings of the Merca, Danon did what he could.
"By the light of the Chancellor, may your wounds be mended, so you may stand, fit and ready, to serve your duty." A flow of divine enery began to pass through Danon, to the warrior, as the Cleric laid his hands upon the wounds to be healed. "Rise again warrior, with honor in your heart and vigiliance in your soul, relieved of the pain which ails you."
He rose then, dusting off this tunic. "I've done what I can," he spoke again to everyone, "now we wait for our friend to win his inner battle."
A few minutes afterwards, the warrior stirred, free from the paralysis that had laid claim to him, and Danon felt another wave a relief come to pass. Their company restored to full strength they were fit to continue on again, toward Crandel and the task which brought them to this road.
((OOC: So CLW on our warrior friend, since he is the most significantly injured and the most likely to dive back into the fray. Danon will then eagerly agree to press on towards Crandel and away from their current location, as he is finding the mists increasingly unsettling. Pursuing the turned enemies into the night seems foolhardy at best.))
Posted on 2015-01-31 at 14:21:03.
Edited on 2015-01-31 at 14:31:16 by Tuned_Out
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