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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Cap'n MIA
I look forward to seeing what Eol is going to do, since I wrote him out of my fight scene. 
Also that was an awesome post LD! 
Trying to figure out the best way to continue now. Look for Jarek? mighty important. Lyri? also important. Make sure Wil is alright? again important, but Khash doesn't know the dwarf is even in the bar. Maybe I'll have him find halfpenny for another mini-fight scene before the collab gets going.
...I should probably get back to my assignments.... lol. Uni aint gonna complete itself.
Posted on 2011-09-24 at 18:24:19.
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Topic: The Scarred Continents
Subject: ...oh, hey.... I was not plotting to make the party reunite.... no, not me....
Matrim merely nodded after the paladin explained the situation. It was not anything to really concern himself with; he could not think of anyway it could hinder the business that he needed to get done at the library. Besides which he had plenty of time to achieve his tasks before the expedition got underway.
Looking to his traveling companion, Matrim debated with himself once again about trying to spark conversation. Each time he had tried he had come to the point of realizing that perhaps the young woman would be too insightful and see through his unusual mannerisms. At that he held his tongue.
About a quarter hour passed and Matrim noted the bored expression upon Sheil's face. He really wasn't a very good traveling companion under these circumstances; he didn't want anything to jeopardize his place within the expedition. Finally, Shiel turned towards Matrim, boredom seeming to get the better of her.
"So, sir Ferr, what do you do for a living?"
Before he could even speak a familiar voice called out from the street as the wagon came to a stop.
"If you're going to this library of your's then I'll jump on board. Big city, small world, eh Matrim? It look's like everyone want's to go to this library today."
This of course was questioned by the paladin. "Do you know this man, sir?" He asked, directing the question towards Matrim.
Matrim couldn't supress a chuckle. Mistress, you have such a way with the world Reok's voice wasn't hard to recognize; nor was his size.
"Aye, good sir. He is a traveling companion of mine. If it isn't too much trouble, do let him aboard." Matrim spoke clearly, then turned to Shiel. He couldn't help but grin. "Do forgive the intrusion Miss Stone, but perhaps this will help answer your question. You see I practice as a man-at-arms..." As Reok climbed into the wagon Matrim continued to describe want he meant, and detailed his recent hiring with Creek's expedition. "And that is where Reok comes into the picture." He said with a grin to the barbarian. "He knows the area well and will be vital to the expedition."
Matrim paused for a moment, pondering the slew of information he had delved into. Then it occurred to him that she had inquired about his work, perhaps she would
explain her own.
"Now, I believe that answers your question, though certainly it raises others. If you'll humor me perhaps you would explain why you were is such a rush to hire this wagon when we met before I ramble any further."
Posted on 2011-09-24 at 18:17:47.
Edited on 2011-09-24 at 18:18:12 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Aye. And fight we did
Painfully even.
I've a feeling I'm not done there...
Cheers!
Posted on 2011-09-24 at 15:40:03.
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: O', le's make dis intrestn. Fight!
The Rusty Hook, Late Afternoon
…It was Jericho’s turn to tense, now. Even the warm tingling of the rum in his belly and the still warmer sensations that had been stirred with Willow on his lap were washed away by the sudden waves of uneasiness that had just crashed over the table. “I’m hopin’ we still be inna position tae find out, Khash-mate,” he said, flicking only a quick glance at his brother before fixing Bobo in his gaze again.
“Ye’ve me own apol’gies, Cap’n,” Jericho murmured to the scowling capuchin, “These here be me lieutenants…” He gave a quick, sideways tip of his head to indicate the half-orc; “Me firs’ mate, Khash…” Then his hand climbed the shanty singer’s back and came to rest on her shoulder; “…an’ me second, Willow…”
Between the formalities, Jericho's tone, and the flicker of Willow's eyes Khash started to second-guess his decision to check in on the dealings. Jericho handled things quickly, smoothing over the situation, but what happened next caught Khash off guard. Rather than the 'spooky man', as Lyri had put it, the response to his brother's apologies came from the monkey; Khash paled.
Thar don' be anneethin norm'l anneemor His mind rebounded to the thought of their most recent passenger as he tried to recover from his shock. M'ybe.... m'ybe Miss Passet could make 'im righ' again... The cheeky thought didn't do much to settle his mind; maybe if he suggested it to Jericho later. thar be mor' magick 'roun din I be wantin ta handl
Within his head Khash began to wonder how deadly the little creature could be, being so incredibly small compared to himself....then he shook away the thought; they were here on business, not to fight. Willow was silent as Jericho resumed bargaining with the small Cap'n, and Khash decided it was best to follow her lead on this one; listen and take in the dealings. His brother did well with the negotiations, which was the norm, managing to get double what the monkey was offering. Khash had noted the monkey having a significant temper, and lack of patience; he grinned over his brother's success.
“Yarr, an’ this’n’s got a murderous look in ‘is eye don’ ‘e?” Jericho's words brought Khash back to reality just in time to brace himself. He had a feeling he knew what was about to happen even before there was a grip upon his shoulder. Soon Khash was being spun about, his chair squealing as it accepted the sudden motion and ground against the floor. He knew his attacker even before he glimpsed the furious hatred in his eyes; Taro had decided to act.
“Ye founderin’, wind-blown, scuttle-hound,” the half-orc raised his fist and brought it down upon Khash, “I’ll learn ye ta come in here an’ try ta take wha’s mine!”
Despite the words he spoke, Taro's eyes seemed ready to kill.
The brief warning from his brother had allowed Khash to brace himself, though it only did so good. As the fist pounded into his cheek Khash felt a ripple of pain as it resonated through his jaw. Allowing himself to move with the motion of the blow, Khash fell to meet the floor, but not before bringing his own fist in behind Taro's knees and kicking out the brute's feet, toppling him onto his back. The rustling of motion came to Khash's ears as the rest of the table moved into action, but Khash didn't look back. Jericho flew from his chair and over Taro as the half-orcs fell together, missing his mark and delving into the crowd that had, unsurprisingly, erupted into chaos.
Khash brought his fists to bare on his foe, bringing them down together upon Taro's armoured chest, but not without receiving a heavy boot to the ribs. Snarling a curse Khash moved back, a hand gripping his side, and barely escaped a second boot aimed for his skull. Taro began to rise as Khash moved back, still upon the floor; seeing Khash remained in good condition seemed to set Taro into a deeper, seething rage. With a low growl the brute dove through the air to grapple Khash, but his eye's reflected that he wouldn't stop there. Khash managed to catch Taro's forearms to keep from being completely suppressed, but had to grit his teeth to hold back the pain from Taro's knees driving into his gut.
With growing fury Khash gripped Taro's arms like a vice, increasing the pressure until the raging half-orc had resorted to clawing at Khash's forearms in an attempt to draw blood. There was a moment where it seemed that Taro was out of tricks, but then the brute seemed to leap up and drive the bulk of his weight onto Khash once more. The force of the blow felt as though it cracked ribs, causing Khash to let out a gasp as he lost his grip on Taro's right arm; the brute smashed his fist into Khash's face. In return Khash snarled, twisting Taro's left arm with all his might as he tried to refill his lungs. In defiance Taro spit into Khash's eyes just seconds before the utterance of pain as the bone snapped.
Recoiling in pain Taro left himself open, but Khash's swing hit only the metal of the guard's armour. Taro laughed despite his pain, mocking Khash's futile efforts; then Khash grabbed him by the collar. Completely dumbstruck, Taro's eyes grew a tad wider as Khash head-butted him twice in the face.
With a final feat of strength Khash drew his legs up and pushed into Taro's chest, forcing the brute overhead and flipping into the table the party had just been sitting at. It shattered under the half-orc's weight, and Taro laid there, motionless and groaning in pain. Rising to his feet, a steady trickle of blood ran down over Khash's left eye from his foe's tusk cutting into his brow. Looking down upon Taro's form Khash reached to his belt for his mace but decided against it; they weren't here to be killing folks.
His senses suddenly snapped back to reality. The two half-orcs, because of their size and power, had been left to their own devices, but that hadn't stopped the rest of the bar degenerating into madness.
Jarek! Wil! Lyri! concern coursed through Khash as eyes began searching for his friends. He didn't question his concern for Lyri; he had told her not to fear, that the Hawkes could handle anything. Without thinking further he dove into the brawl to find them.
Posted on 2011-09-24 at 15:31:09.
Edited on 2011-09-24 at 17:50:33 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: The Last Blade Q&A
Subject: hmmm...
I can revert back to delusional since this crazy business seems so popular >_>
though I think I'll wait and see what happens; I was last seen wandering the streets looking for Leon.....
Posted on 2011-09-20 at 16:39:38.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: *looks about*
been a bit busy, and waiting for discussion/story before I do anything further.
I will say I was delighted to see the new game post for Asim. Well done, and welcome to the Moon (and the inn, since I seemed to have missed that....)!
I'll be checking in sporadically, so if you need Khash for anything drop me a line. ... a particular monkey may warrant a response though. 
Posted on 2011-09-20 at 16:36:34.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: .
Update has been updated.
Sad to know YeOlde is busy... but at least that means I'm safe (no matter how temporarily) from his dastardly plans...
May you conquer the challenges of RL
Posted on 2011-09-18 at 02:00:45.
Edited on 2011-09-18 at 02:09:59 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: Busy, busy.
Hope everyone is doing well. Finally getting back into the school time grove.
However summer is still trying to influence my decisions.
As such I leave it to you innmates (Eol, you're gonna love this):
On a night I know I'll be free later this month (the 26th) there is a concert. Said concert happens to be Flogging Molly, which would be awesome... though people could easily argue I should study, what with being an engineer student...
Thoughts?
-TO
Posted on 2011-09-18 at 01:58:30.
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: Freeport tis always so... intrestn
Afternoon; Chad 19, 2005 - The Rusty Hook
Lyri's entire being nearly sang with her good fortune. A ship! An escape! A chance to find adventure on the high seas! Thrilled, she slid onto Jericho's vacated seat with a wide, brilliant smile. Not even the threat of Taro's displeasure could dampen her spirits now. She rested her elbows against the edge of the table and canted her head to the side.
"Khash, is it? You and your brother have my many thanks. I know just a little about only everything, but I be quick to learn, and willing to boot."
The barmaid looked to Khash, green eyes like new spring mornings, bright and clear. He could see the liveliness in them; the shine of an adventurous soul mixed with sheer excitement. Unable to resist her dazzling eyes Khash remained seated as Jericho moved to investigate the man with the monkey; he had encouraged them to talk further, and Khash certainly didn't mind.
A spirit'd lass He thought, smiling as much to himself as to the pretty little thing sitting across from him. and d'termind too by looks o' 'er. Taday jus' keeps gettin betta.
Chuckling in a low rumble he spoke at last "We'd be happy ta teach, Lyri, though I reckon yull do jus' fine." A glimmer of motion behind his company caught Khash's attention, but he repressed any hint of his knowing; another half-orc seemed to be glaring into Lyri's back. "Tell me sumthin; wut draws ye t'ward a life asea?"
"Adventure," she replied quickly, then calmed. He had a ship, he would understand, she reasoned. "When I's a girlie, back home in Hexworth, there was this bard, see? He stayed long enough to tell a tale or three and I was hooked. Oh, I know it ain't like that f'r reals, but...I had to see for meself. And the ship that took me from there to here were full up on crew, but I thought not to give up." Lyri paused to smile at him warmly, then pressed on. "And now that I be here I've plenty more reason to run for the sea, number one bein that brutish sot Taro."
She turned slightly in her seat and caught the animated little monkey, which made her smile all the more. "And that be something you don't see every day, she murmured, before turning her attention back to Khash. She drew up her knee, resting heel on chair, and wrapped her long arms about her leg, and rested her chin on her knee. "So that be my little tale..."
Khash grinned as he heard Lyri speak, her voice practically singing her excitement. With her inspiration for travel being a bard, Khash had a feeling Lyri would adore Willow, if she didn't already. At the mention of a 'brutish sot' however his eyes immediately flickered back towards the half-orc guard. Having been called those words himself, Khash easily assumed the man to be Taro; he had a look about him that said he fit the stereotype of their kind without fail. Caught up in his analysis of Taro, Khash missed Lyri's words as she shifted upon her seat, looking back to see her smiling at him.
Taday could be gettin'... intrestn he mused, beginning to think the Moon'd be shipping out quick. It was then he realized the music had stopped and his eyes caught a drunkard pestering Willow. real intrestn...
"Poor salt don no wut he's gettin inta" Khash chuckled, nodding toward the bard so Lyri could see. "Wil won't stand fer dat." He watched for a moment as Willow gracefully handled the situation, slipping off towards the table that Jericho was conducting business at. He turned back to his company and smiled warmly. "Ye bes be gettin back ta work Lyri; the salts be gettin rowdy an' da last thing we want be ol' Wine causin more o' a rucus den dem afore we get ye outta here."
((Assuming Lyri responds))
"Ne'r fear Lyri" He said with a wink "We Hawkes c'n 'andle an'thin."
He turned then, noticing Willow had seated herself at the table. Well, on Jericho, but that was likely just to hint to the drunkards to back off; Khash was sure his brother did not mind at all. Moving across the room to join them he spared a quick glance back towards Lyri, the barmaid was already busying herself with work but with an obvious spring in her step. He couldn't help but grin. Reaching the table he pulled over a chair, looking to the others.
"Well Cap'n, how's da job sound?"
((Leaving it open there))
((And a big thank you to LD for wonderful collab  ))
Posted on 2011-09-17 at 18:03:22.
Edited on 2011-09-18 at 02:52:37 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: ~Edge of Darkness~ Q&A
Subject: Well...
... I understand. I lose three hours a day in transit and have all kinds of assignments to keep up with. I was only being 'whiny' because I'm neck deep in bandits and it makes me uncomfortable.
Hope everything gets sorted out in the best possible way for you.
Cheers!
-TO
Posted on 2011-09-17 at 17:23:05.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Losing innmates is sad.
Just realized what happened.
Posts look good. I've a few ideas, however I came home to find company... so I'm expected to be social.
LD and I shall be collaborating a conversation; it is my turn to contribute, but I'll have to wait til the house empties to get at it.
-TO
Posted on 2011-09-16 at 00:07:11.
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Topic: Who would win?
Subject: No, no, no!
Belkar wins. No doubt.
He is a nasty, sneaky, manipulative halfling who has survived countless amounts of explosive runes. Richard would be a warm up while he plotted some scheme to get back at Vaarsuvius!
...And he is a ranger, not a rogue!
Posted on 2011-09-15 at 01:54:22.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: heheh...school comp lab.
slipped on just to take a look.
wont get home tell late tonight; Wednesdays are brutal. look's like I'll be having fun with this tonight 
Edit: A wonderful read! Love how it has turned out so far
Posted on 2011-09-14 at 20:27:24.
Edited on 2011-09-15 at 03:12:48 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: Demon Wind
Subject: Irael
Opening his eyes to see blades of grass bothered Irael fiercely. Where he had been upright, in meditation when he had drifted from the waking world; by no means should he have awoken on his side in the grass, unless someone or something had disturbed him. But he felt no pains at being struck, in fact he was puzzled by the feelings of rejuvenation he was feeling considering he had awoken in a slumped position without any sort of bedding. Repressing alarm at his current position, Irael sat himself upright to see his equipment still neatly stacked where he had placed them so many hours before. More importantly he saw each of his companions where they had gone to slumber; save for the knight who seemed to had arisen before them, and Daldren who stirred among the grass nearby. That Daldren had fallen asleep in such a manner was unlike him; something must have interfered with their encampment, but Irael could see no harm, just disorientation in its wake.
Immediately reaching for his gear, for he felt exposed and uncomfortable considering the situation, he reflected upon his 'slumber'. Where he had been focused within his mental exercises during his trance, he remembered a rude transition into a dreamlike state he had not been prepared for. The images he had seen, the voices he had heard, troubled him deeply. The dreams from their stay at the inn had awoken them just in time to escape the grasp of the Dread, but this dream seemed different. No evil presence could be sensed here; there was no feeling of unease aside from his own restless mind. Having finished donning his equipment he looked to the others. Each seemed puzzled at he very least.
Mendez seemed to be in much better shape, though he moved with a limp. As the others were still rising the Mage was already putting words to the unasked question.
"So, Anyone have any strange dreams last night they wanna talk about and bring out into the open? Discussion of which might just mean the difference between life and death in our endeavors in the near future."
Nodding slowly Irael tried to think clearly of the dream. "Yes friend, I can attest to having had an unusual dream where I should not have." Irael gestured then to the spot he had awoken from. "Something regarding a... Demon Wind..." There was the exchange for certain, between the strange figures that knew of the Dread, but he was certain there was something more had been there. A feminine voice of guidance? Could it be linked to their current condition? Or certainly to their mission? There were too many questions.
Irael looked about at the others as each sought to bring words to their own experience. He wondered if the dream and discomfort was something they all had shared, or just something himself and Mendez, as manipulators of the arcane had had to endure. But each member of their group seemed unsettled. He awaited the others' words while pondering the implications of the message he'd received.
Posted on 2011-09-14 at 01:55:28.
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Topic: Totally Random Thoughts
Subject: fire?
now I'm thinking BBQ.... gosh I'm hungry....
Posted on 2011-09-14 at 01:23:58.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: in progress as we speak!
snagged time during school to write but had no wifi for some reason. extended khash's post. grabbing something to munch on and coming back to update my stuff for the collab
Posted on 2011-09-13 at 23:09:59.
Edited on 2011-09-13 at 23:16:24 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: school pain
just got tied up with school. will have something up by tomorrow night.
Posted on 2011-09-13 at 01:47:31.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: RL blues.
Get back to you tomorrow. got hit up with inter-department struggles today. we have a class with no professor... and the department is lacking its advisors (not back yet) and secretary (on surgery leave). All I need is the time to write.
my sincerest apologies
Edit. ease cap'n. just worn out tonight. back ta ship shape come sunrise.
Posted on 2011-09-13 at 01:46:31.
Edited on 2011-09-13 at 01:51:41 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: The troubled thoughts of the first mate
Night: First Mate's Cabin of Smuggler’s Moon, 18 Chad 2005
The gentle rocking of the Moon did nothing to ease Khash's restless mind as he laid upon his cot. Many aboard the ship had retired so as to rise early, aiming to quickly perform their duties and rush for shore leave; Khash had retired far more reluctantly.
The city of Freeport had always held a double-edged meaning to him; it had been where he and Jarek had spent much of their youth from their early years at the Star of the Sea - there would be a 'homecoming' of sorts, the brothers always sought to check on their former home- to the countless ships they'd sought passage and employment upon. Freeport seemed a reoccurring presence in their lives, one which, regardless of the freedom they possessed, always seemed to suck them back in. Khash often tried to ignore the endless memories that linked to this port. The bigotry and suspicion that because of his heritage often made visits unpleasant, especially with the constantly changing population; none were as accepting of him as Jarek. Few in the city did more than 'tolerate' his kind, but even then a bit of the drink in a man would make him show his true colours.
Casting his gaze across the simple cabin Khash looked again at the equipment he had set out. He wasn't going anywhere without his mace; if he needed to crack the skulls of scoundrels, or ensure the business he and Jarek had to do went smoothly, he'd need his trusted friend. But even his prized weapon had be found because of the treatment he had received from ignorant company. The other items upon the desk were simple things; his utility blade, his belt- just necessities for shore leave. He sighed heavily as he rolled over, knocking an empty bottle upon the floor.
If only he could rest...
Smuggler’s Moon, morning of the 19th of Chad, 2005
Dawn had arisen over the Moon, and the shouts of land began resounded through her hull. Khash tried to resist the call, his head a daze and his stomach in knots; worrying always did this to him. Squeezing his eyes shut in an weak attempt to return to his slumber, Khash rolled himself over, only to be offset by a sudden bucking of the ship. Grumbling as he lay in a heap, Khash spied the empty rum bottle and scowled; it wasn't the best idea he had lately. As he began to slowly push himself back up onto the cot - his head still disoriented from the tumble - Khash began to pick up the noise of the busywork aboard the ship. He quickly deducted the winds had taken a turn for the worse as the Moon began pulling a few more sharp turns; as first-mate he should have been out there already, but no one had thought to rouse him.
Sighing heavily he leaned back, his brow sagging as he began to think. Perhaps it had occurred to some that he should be awoken, but considering the irritable behavior he had slipped up in displaying since the events with the Rapier it was likely no individual wanted to risk disturbing him. Khash lost himself for a moment in his self-inflicted isolation, debating whether or not it was all in his head.
Footpads echoed in the hall outside his door, disrupting his thoughts. He focused his ears, noting the steps were too heavy to be Willow's, and there were no sounds of rummaging in the pantry that bordered his own room. He realized that the Moon had settled by this time; Jarek must have been getting ready to set out now. Looking to his modest desk, all of his equipment had remained more or less in place, but his preparations didn't stop a pang of guilt at his lack of action in bringing the ship to dock.
“Khash-mate," Jarek called his name as he pounded the door, a sound that stung Khash's head “Up an’ at ‘em, brother… we be expected by more’n one this mornin’!”
With a sheepish grin his brother couldn't see Khash rumbled back: "Aye Cap'n, jus' huggin' me bed g'bye. Be topside righ' behin yae"
He hopped up then, ensuring Jarek could hear him land upright; he regretted the speed though. Quickly he dressed himself in fresh clothing, though he noticed his pants were torn after looking down while tying his dreads out of his eyes. Shrugging the slight stylistic flaw off he tucked his dagger snug behind his belt and slipped his mace into its place at his hip. A small amount of coins were thrust into his pockets ...he owed the pantry a bottle of rum.
Ascending the hatch to the main deck he found many of the crew eagerly finishing their chores to be granted shore leave. A few crew members were happily planning to stay behind, and rightly so to keep the riff-raff off the Moon; although considering the Hawkes' past Khash thought it ironic. Looking about the deck he spotted Jarek talking to Willow about mid-ship. As he approached the lass left his brother's company gliding away as she always did. Khash couldn't help but chuckle at the grin on Jarek's face as his eyes kept following her.
"Sae Jarek, we gonna tak care o' bisnis or yae gonna keep starin?" He stood there with a toothy grin as the Captain turned to look at him. "Rheobryn may nae be as fun ta talk ta as Wil, but'n I recall 'im bein' but one 'o many we be plannin ta see."
He had no problem teasing his brother on this, as he hadn't made it far after waking Khash up before getting distracted.
((Now to direct attentions to the collab post ))
Posted on 2011-09-12 at 14:32:45.
Edited on 2011-09-14 at 00:23:36 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: ~Edge of Darkness~ Q&A
Subject: I feel like an annoying brat...
Jozan this lack of.... resolution... is really starting to freak me out when I think about the situation...
I understand you are busy, as I am as well. But, as Loki expressed a while ago, it is saddening that we haven't moved beyond this point yet *looks about for cover from DM wrath*
Posted on 2011-09-12 at 02:56:18.
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Topic: The Last Blade Q&A
Subject: ...perspective
Darren had been busy from what i recall.
And I think that we all have just let it sit so we wouldn't further chaos-railroad the game away from his ideas.
hopefully it all gets sorted out and the game doesn't fizzle in the shuffle, but where everyone is adjusting their schedules all we can do is wait and see
Posted on 2011-09-12 at 02:51:19.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: minor delays...
RL happened and I'll be getting all my updating of Khash done tomorrow during my break.
On a plus the above note made me realize that I have my own cabin, aha, which I'd completely forgotten about/disregarded
Fear not. the first mate will be active soon!
Edit: thanks for the comforting words Celeste!
Posted on 2011-09-12 at 02:47:43.
Edited on 2011-09-12 at 03:04:41 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: could you put guns in a classic dnd game?
Subject: Semi-shameless plug for the setting...
Forgotten Realms include firearms based upon 'smokepowder' (~gunpowder). you need your firearm, a powder horn, and the bullets your firing. It refers to the Dungeon Master's Guide (3.0), page 162. It explains utilizing 'tech' for gun/grenade devices in dnd setting (usually a gnome invention). and firearms are typically classed under Exotic weapons, for good reason (as Darren mentioned above).
Cheers!
-TO, the shameless FR fan
Posted on 2011-09-10 at 15:23:01.
Edited on 2011-09-10 at 15:29:38 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Aye Cap'n
I look forward to it. I'll be more situated to post tomorrow; Got a few things to tidy up and arrange today.
Posted on 2011-09-10 at 14:18:32.
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Topic: ~Edge of Darkness~ Q&A
Subject: .
honestly the anxiety is killing me..... I feel so exposed
Tymora protect....
Posted on 2011-09-08 at 20:59:05.
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