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Topic: Once in a Lifetime [Questions and Answers]
Subject: Post is in.
And thank you for the tankards 
Posted on 2012-01-28 at 16:44:06.
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Topic: Once in a Lifetime
Subject: The Sigies are doing it wrong...
Revlan had been filled with questions, and for the most part they were answered by Avarial before the signing of the contract... though he still had no idea what he would do with 50 acres.... or where they would be. What need he with land outside of gentle Kindwell?
Shrugging the thought away, he looked at his... companions, seated about the table they now shared in the Scarlet Tankard.
Syls be Syls, but what are they? he thought, regarding Qempar and Vord on either side of him. They'd not been keen to talk, and Revlan was unsure if it was initial distrust or if they were trying to give him the cold shoulder; regardless, they'd certainly spice up his story. He doubted anyone back home could even begin to make this up.
His chain of thought continued in such a manner until Avarial returned with a Khord in tow. A devilish grin flashed across Revlan's face as Gemhunter was introduced, which the Pick hid behind his tankard; his tale was getting better and better, and he hadn't done anything yet!
Gemhunter described the basics of their work over the next few days, but also tasked them with observing the bar for possible thieves. Revlan rejoiced inside; no one had thought to look at him!
Waiting about the tavern had been rather boring, as the conversation between the companions still had the initial...caution, was it?....and seemed to die away as they focused on the job at hand; especially with four suspicious Sigies seated at a nearby table.
Revlan drank some more from his tankard, and suddenly there were ruffians upon them.
"What have we here? Two lovelies in da company of lesser men than we!
"You ladies need ta be in da company of real men this night ... until breakfast in the mornin!"
Six human ruffians have asserted themselves at the table, two of them each boldly seizing Peryl by her left arm and Amariel by her right arm. Their wanton desire is obvious as the other four ruffians brandish shortswords and daggers in defiance of Qempar, Revlan and Vord.
"Do We Have a Problem?" sneers one of the ruffians in disdain towards the three non-human males seated at the table, while their two companions pull on the arms of Peryl and Amariel.
"Hmph" Revlan sneered, "Yea, ya stupid Sigies, ya didn't buy the ladies a drink!." With that the Cidal thrust the contents of his tankard into the faces of their would-be attackers and leaped upon the table.
Rather than draw his sword, Revlan snatched Qempar's two unattended tankards and surged into the fray.
Posted on 2012-01-28 at 16:33:27.
Edited on 2012-01-30 at 02:14:00 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: The Leather Coats Avengers
Subject: TORAAD, Divine Defiance
Toraad gritted his teeth at the Hobgoblin's words, a deep scowl creasing his face.
The foul creature's plot hadn't been aimed to harm the caravan but to eliminate his companion! They'd all but walked directly into the trap....
...and now the words of a spell echoed from the vile shaman's lips.
Still drained from channeling the divine energy of his deity, the Dwarven cleric realized he would not be able to disrupt the caster. But perhaps he could aid his fellow...
Mustering his remaining strength, Toraad raised his buckler and tried to position himself between the Hobgoblin and noble Rextugenous, pure defiance emanating from his stance.
Posted on 2012-01-28 at 15:56:16.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: Double-check
This is a minor reactionary scene, correct?
as the spell is a cliffhanger...
I'll spin together a reactionary course of action befitting of the Cleric, by the end of the weekend.
Cheers!
Posted on 2012-01-28 at 01:59:15.
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Topic: Once in a Lifetime [Questions and Answers]
Subject: Heheheh.
Revlan will be sure to shoot his mouth off and draw enough attention to himself that Amariel's actions will leave them dumbstruck.
Just need to account for reactions to the 'unusual party members' prior to the bar scene.
Essentially the planned actions thus far will be to insult the Sigs, splash contents of Revlan's tankard into their faces, snatch Qempar's and Vord's tankards (rather than draw his weapon) and leap straight at the (ideally) baffled goons.
Will have the update in the near future. By end of weekend.
Posted on 2012-01-28 at 01:56:31.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: Sounds...
like a good course of action.
Sorry for the delay, been meaning to try to get a post in, but had a huge midterm today. Will have something up in the near future.
Toraad has some quick thinking/realizing to do.
Posted on 2012-01-25 at 01:39:48.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: ...
been tied up at school,
I'm sorry to hear about your roommate; I hope things will be alright.
I'll look into the posts and see how the Dwarven Cleric shall respond to what has developed.
-T_O
Posted on 2012-01-20 at 01:15:10.
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Topic: Haiku - Renga Game
Subject: Inner Demons, or a darkened soul?
But alas, his greatest foe....
Is the void within himself
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When Dark surrounds Light
With Shadows swallowing all
The Light shall fight on
Posted on 2012-01-14 at 04:33:58.
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Topic: Breaking the Fourth ~ A D&D Webcomic
Subject: Aww man....
Cant believe I forgot about Fourth and Floyd day!
and (looks up) and RPG MB discussion!
*grumbles something incoherent about university bureaucracy*
...anyway, another great addition Celeste; gotta keep track of those pesky potions... I find they do indeed tend to get lost in the shuffle
Posted on 2012-01-14 at 04:19:43.
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Topic: A continuation
Subject: Let's Just Link That Shall We....
The Bracelet
I really enjoyed The Bracelet,
and I find the continuation fitting.
Not sure what I can say that I haven't before.
Thank you for yet another contribution Chess.
Posted on 2012-01-14 at 04:12:19.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: Well, lookit that
There we are, and Raven's great post from earlier rounds out the group.
We're ready to rumble boss, aha
Cheers!
-T_O
Posted on 2012-01-14 at 04:06:33.
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Topic: The Leather Coats Avengers
Subject: TORAAD, A matter of holiness....
The unusual quiet of the caravan's journey did nothing to reassure Torraad's nerves; it only further put him on edge. He preferred silence on his own terms, such as the zones he often created prior to meditation. As the night wore on there was only the subtle rumbling of the wagons to keep them aware as they strained their senses. It was an uneasy experience that Toraad longed to end.
In addition to this unease, the Dwarven cleric was bothered by his company's departure from combat with the kobolds; though he knew they would easily have been overwhelmed. It always bothered him to tread so closely to breaking Steel's tenants, but surely his mighty deity had not meant that horde to be a battle for him to prove himself; no singular warrior of Steel would have stood a chance.
Trying to wash away self-doubt with contemplative reassurances, the Dwarf tried to find comfort with the rest Fredrico had allowed. However, what did come was fleeting and fitful.
When morning came, and the tasks of breaking camp were done away with, Toraad listened intently to Fredrico's plan.
It was sound, by the standards that the Dwarven mercenary had come to formulate over his years upon the surface; they were being paid to guard the caravan - allowing the caravan to escape to engage a threat fell within that, by no means a breach in contract. From what Toraad could gauge of the integrity of the brothers, he was fairly certain any such encounters that could occur would be resolved as Fredrico had described.
But the unnatural quiet of the Forest of Frie nagged at the cleric's mind.
As the company travelled deeper within the trees the lack of sound became suddenly more pronounced. Not even within the depths of the Silver Mountains had Toraad experienced such an unsettling quiet. His concerns were increased further when the signs of combat became notable along the treeline.
But nothing came.
When at last the spires of Lasch came into view, Fredrico increased the pace of the horses. But it was shortly after this increase in pace that a most unsettling feeling fell over Toraad.
And the feeling was answered with the sudden flight of crows.
To the right of the road, upon a mound, stood a lone hooded figure, raising a staff in the direction of the caravan.
With determination to fulfill his duty, to both his employer and his deity, Toraad grabbed his gear and leaped forth from the lead wagon. His shout to Fredrico broke the unnatural silence of the forest, before turning into a roar as he stormed up the mound.
"Make haste, an' God's protect!"
As the cleric rushed forward a sudden unholy presence slowed his charge, and the lack of spells being cast to greet him forced Toraad to realize the staff was not aimed at the wagons. Indeed it was aimed before him, directing unholy abominations that began to creep out from behind an outcropping of rocks; skeletal warriors that looked forth with soulless eyes.
By now Toraad could hear the sounds of his companions moving to his aid, and the wagons further pick up speed, but he knew he needed to act. Gripping his holy symbol, the Dwarven cleric called upon the might of Steel to temporarily disperse the undead before him.
"By Steel's might, back ta da grave wid ye!"
Any of the undead who fled could be released of the unholy magic once the fiend who manipulated them was dealt with. What mattered most was that the caravan make it clear.
((Toraad is attempting to Turn Undead, in hopes of dispersing the undead, and possibly contesting the caster's control (distracting him) as the caravan continues on and his allies rush to his aid.))
Posted on 2012-01-14 at 04:03:47.
Edited on 2012-01-28 at 16:47:24 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: Are you ready for 5e? Do you care?
Subject: Blargh....The following is clearly bias...
Don't think I'll pay it much mind.
2e brings back such fond memories; if retro means revisiting, I'm not sure I want those memories being 'tarnished' by a re-hash by a corporation that realizes their product isn't meeting its expected quota
3/3.5 were fairly solid, but I find it cares a lot more 'for the math'; too often I find my companions care only for large numbers than the actual character they have created. and large numbers tend to leave some believing a stat lower than 12 is appalling.
Better yet, as Tiamat noted Pathfinder stands as a solid alternative (~ a 3.75).
4e, managed well as a mini game, but I had my... issues, such as that whole 'feels like a videogame with ability activation' thing (leaving it there; I dont want to rant). Of note: Prior to PHB3 you could have a minotaur rogue who backstabbed with a morningstar (the big 2-handed type, in 1-hand; see oversized) and there was nothing anyone could do to argue
...*sigh*...
Posted on 2012-01-11 at 04:31:37.
Edited on 2012-01-11 at 04:41:22 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: My apologies
Uni has made me jump to hoops with shifting registration and seemingly endless bureaucracy.
As such I'm been tied up; should hopefully have this from notebook to comp by friday.
sorry for the delay.
-T_O
Posted on 2012-01-11 at 04:15:03.
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Topic: Once in a Lifetime [Questions and Answers]
Subject: Enter the Shadelin
Background is up!
aha, enjoy.
Posted on 2012-01-07 at 01:51:01.
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Topic: Once in a Lifetime
Subject: REVLAN Background
"I didn't steal your wood cutting axe. I told you I was borrowing it..."
The sigh that came in response spoke louder of the frustration the Moundlin was feeling than the words he spoke "No you didn't Rev; you never said a thing!"
Revlan scrunched his nose thoughtfully as he absentmindedly examined a trinket on the shelf. "Didn't I? Huh... thought I did. Anyways, like I was saying, I borrowed your axe so I could gather wood, so you could make me one of those little carving thingys you're so good at making to give to Lana."
" And when did you plan on asking me to do that Rev?"
"Er... I... wha?" A dumb-stricken expression flashed across the Shadelin's face as he turned to see his cousin who was glowering over his tankard of mead. "You can't be serious. I was sure I asked you to help me!"
Shock faded to confusion as Revlan thought back on the evenings events, a deep frown forming on his lips.
"Arrgh! But you will help, won't you Marlin? Please???"
The thud of pewter upon wood echoed within the hovel as Marlin regarded Revlan with a scowl. "Hmph. You're a rascal of a Pick to ask such a thing, either too brave or foolish to know better" A sudden grin broke across the plumb Cidal's face "Calm yourself, I'll make you your trinket, but you still haven't answered my question; what did you do with my axe?"
At his cousin's words Revlan's frown was whisked away, a devilish grin taking its place. "Well Marl, I dropped it in the river..."
"YOU WHAT!?!"
"Well gee, I had to wash the blood off. I mean people would've got the wrong idea if they saw..."
"What do you mean blood?"
"From the wolves Marl, geesh let me finish. Anyways, as I was saying..."
Marlin sighed once again and raised his hand to silence his friend. Revlan could be tiring at times, but he meant well, usually. "How bout you fetch us some more spirits from the cellar Rev, then you can tell me all about it." He paused thoughtfully then smirked "and the design for your gift, unless you forgot again."
"....oh, uh, yeah, alright Marl."
Descending the cellar stairs, Revlan couldn't help but marvel once again at the fine craftsmanship that went into its construction. They always said "If you want something built right, you need look no further than your nearest Stump" Marlin and his family certainly lived up to such a reputation.
At the base of the stairs Revlan turned into the storeroom and began his search for some of the spirits. Knowing his friend usually had something special stashed in the lower shelves, what with being a full foot shorter than himself, Revlan pressed himself to the floor. Moving aside the various ales Marlin kept in stock in search for something a little stronger, the young Shadelin let out a small laugh of victory as his hand ensnared a bottle of brandy deep within the shelf. Rising to quickly however, his victory was met with sudden pain as he bashed his head...
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A sudden rough patch in the road forced the wagon wheels to hiccup and jump, causing Revlan to smash his head against the side he had been napping against. Squinting in the midday sun, the young Cidal scowled and fumbled about for his crossbow. He'd hear it for daydreaming on the job. He was supposed to have been helping keep watch, keeping a keen eye upon the trail behind them, but the fair weather and warm sunlight had made a nap irresistable. As his vision started to restore, Revlan snatched up his crossbow and peered over his shoulder. The driver wasn't paying him any mind, and the rest of the caravan was bustling along the road before them. Nothing to worry about.
Relaxing a bit, Revlan reached for the shoulder bag he had laid in the corner of the wagon. Rummaging through its contents, he was thrilled to discover one final Loavenus. A quick munch revealed a pleasant mixture of oats and redberries, with just a hint of honey; it was the speciality of his cousin Vera, although Revlan couldn't remember going to see her before his departure from home. Taking another bite, Revlan shrugged the thought aside as he pulled a map case from his pack.
Uncapping the case, Revlan produced a map that, at least he was told, depicted all the other lands outside of his home Kindwell. It had taken quite a bit to convince the merchant to trade it to him, and cost him one of Marlin's puzzle-boxes; Box of Wonder most folks called them, but as far as Revlan cared they got boring once you finished the puzzle the first time.
Revlan reached into his pack once again and retrieved a piece of charcoal from an inner pocket. Unrolling the map, he took special care to extend the dotted line he had been drawing across the border into Coria. He hadn't thought to do it in the early hours when they had crossed it, and with the drivers often in a sour mood in the morning they'd likely have had his head. Smiling to himself, Revlan traced the dotted line back Southeast to Kindwell. Home.
Then the smile faded. Already so close to Quevin and he hadn't seen much more than trees. There wasn't much of a story in that; how was he supposed to impress Lana?
Worse than that; how was he supposed to get out of telling Marlin that he'd been right?
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"What do you mean you're leaving!"
"Exactly that Marlin, I'm going to go out and see... something. Heheh, well for a while anyway. One of the priests that does..." One of Revlan's eyebrows arched suddenly and he scrunched his nose in confusion before shrugging the expression away. " .... something for home in Coria, I don't know. Anyway, he has been requested back in... Quevin?... I think that is it.... immediately."
Extending his hands as if to question Marlin's indignation, Revlan continued. "When I heard that the caravan taking him there was short handed due to the haste involved, I volunteered to help. C'mon Marl, a little work aught to keep me out of trouble. Right Marl?" That tell-tale devilish grin had reclaimed its place on Revlan's face.
"Hmph. Knowing you Revlan, I sure you'll be in all sorts. But let me ask you... What about your home? What about your family? What about Lana, Revlan, huh?"
"Damn your sense." The smirk was gone and Revlan suddenly looked away. His hand plunged into his pocket and retrieved the Chrysanthemum carving he had asked Marlin to make Lana. "I was hoping you could help me with that Marlin." His voice was quivering.
Marlin's temper wavered, and concern crossed his face. "What happened Rev?"
"I... I couldn't talk..." Revlan crossed the room to one of Marlin's cabinets and opened the door. Tapping the left side near the bottom, a small side panel popped open.
Confused anger flushed through Marlin's voice. "Wait! When did you! Revlan Fallohide!"
Revlan dismissed his cousin's remark with a wave of his hand before placing the Chrysanthemum in the compartment. "Matter at hand Marlin..." Reaching back into his pocket, Revlan produced a folded piece of paper with 'Lana' clearly scribed on it and showed it to Marlin. "Two days after I leave, give these to her, won't you Marl?"
"Why don't you just give them to her yourself? Stay. You'll figure it out."
Revlan placed the note with the carving and closed the cabinet. Crossing the room, he looked Marlin in the eye and spoke with a solid determination that shocked his cousin. "I need to do this. I need to see outside of home... keep an eye on her for me, won't you?"
Marlin couldn't help but looked shocked. "Hmph. Fine. But don't blame me when this all backfires on you."
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Several days in Quevin and Revlan was still overwhelmed with the sights and sounds, quite apart from his home in Kindwell. Surely it was the scale, not only of the people but of the buildings and roads; it was easy to feel swallowed up here compared to the leisurely home he knew. At times it was frustrating to be heard within the city, folks mistaking him for a Sylvari child until they noticed not only his attire, but the way in which he spoke. He took special care with merchants while examining their wares. Some assumed him a likely thief; The indignation! Although discouraging, these encounters were not enough to make Revlan hide or seek a way home; he was curious about what had summoned his kinsman in such haste.
Upon hearing the decree for adventurers needed to put an end to trouble to the Northeast Revlan was ecstatic. An adventure! A chance to see more of the lands outside gentle Kindwell. He understood it was a serious matter, for the homes of his kin could be threatened if the troubles spread South. But surely tales of such a journey would also impress those home, would impress Lana, and prove to Marlin that sometimes it was important to venture outside the security of the ham.
Without hesitation the young Cidal made his way to offer his services. If only he had thought to send word back home...
Posted on 2012-01-07 at 01:50:08.
Edited on 2012-01-07 at 15:55:24 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: Totally Random Thoughts
Subject: Convert Binary to Decimal...
...and you get 42
Posted on 2012-01-06 at 15:46:59.
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Topic: Totally Random Thoughts
Subject: The Meaning of Life....
101010
...heheh Microcomputer Interfacing class....
...which has nothing to do with the meaning of life....
Posted on 2012-01-06 at 04:00:16.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Inquiry and Intrigue
Be we lost in Freeport Cap'n?
I've nae heard from ye in quite some time...
also, a silver screen moment be in the works, but it be best saved fer dramatic staging after our departure from the Hook's doorstep....
Posted on 2012-01-06 at 03:56:32.
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Topic: Once in a Lifetime [Questions and Answers]
Subject: delayed...
sorry, unexpected circumstances have now delayed my post until tomorrow afternoon...
but it has shaped up nicely.
be with you shortly (also, Hammer, I'll have LCA up soon to; hopefully that helps us get rolling again)
-T_O
Posted on 2012-01-06 at 03:53:35.
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Topic: Once in a Lifetime [Questions and Answers]
Subject: Loading....
Background is nearing completion; should be up by tomorrow evening.
A question: I was under the impression that the background and the response to the gold-land/map option were separate; am I correct?
I may simply leave things off in town after the announcement of adventurers needed and my characters intent to sign up, but not pursue the question until after an update (I'm a tad tied up atm; first day of uni after break and the department decides to scrap two of my courses).
Posted on 2012-01-05 at 03:04:33.
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Topic: Breaking the Fourth ~ A D&D Webcomic
Subject: heheh, even worse
Try when the party cleric casts inflict serious wounds against a boss and critical fails the range touch attack, followed by rolling near max damage.
The poor character in melee with the boss never stood a chance.
and, since I forgot to add it (sorry), thanks for the comic Celeste!
Posted on 2012-01-05 at 02:57:23.
Edited on 2012-01-05 at 02:58:13 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: Something with a challenge.
Subject: Literally Just Turned The Game Off....
...er this is unexpected.
At the very least I'd be interested in hearing how you plan to about such a game.
Unfortunately, my schedule is dropping a 6-course load term on me so I doubt I can actually play.
Again, however, I'd be interested in seeing such a game happen. Lurking and such, aha.
-T_O
Posted on 2012-01-04 at 04:21:44.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: Hey now...
Once engaged I cant let them get away, clerical dogma, but I can disperse a few and deal with them at a later point in the encounter; we deal with the rest and the wizard, and then make sure any that flee are smashed to bits (if say, killing the wizard doesnt break the spell[?] that binds them)
Posted on 2012-01-02 at 16:37:59.
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Topic: Castles & Crusades Audalis Adventure
Subject: hmmm....
I forsee the Pick staring at and questioning both Vord and Qempars through shear curiosity, up until the point where he gets bored (or their low Charisma kills every attempt to talk to them....)
Posted on 2012-01-02 at 16:03:59.
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