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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: haha green goo
Sorry for making you do extra work, but inquiring minds needed to know.
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 01:39:37.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Walp
The monster of a post that Celeste and I have been working on it up. ^_^
Can't wait to see what everyone else has been cooking.
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 01:16:01.
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: Stone Brothers and Jesse
Marlowe’s dark eyes watched the two half elves disappear around the corner of the door. The double set of footsteps creaked above him on the stairs that ran through and above the sickbay.
“Fresh blood,” he commented. A hand drew back the black curtain in the corner, and his brother grinned toothily at him.
“Fresh biscuit blood,” Baudoin replied, his grin getting wider. The table that sat behind him was also covered in open jars; his hands found a mortar and pestle and began to grind the contents within.
“Ya see true enough yet again, bradda,” Marlowe said, grinning nearly as wide, “Ya might be gittin lucky dis heist, seen?”
Baudoin’s milky eyes flashed at his brother, his grin dropping to a scowl that still showed all of his teeth, “Yah dam Lagga head bud,” he said, his deep voice sounding like a quiet growl. He stood up and closed the distance to Marlowe, “Rhaatid yah tinking? Yah know dem rules.”
Jesse tried to occupy himself and not listen to their conversation, but the melodic oddity of the accents entranced him and he was unable to keep from listening. He had heard it before, but never this strong and he much preferred it to some of the harsher more guttural accents from the Northern lands. Not that he really understood a word of it anyway. He caught a few familiar words but the rest flowed in one ear and out the other.
“I just sayin’. A bredda can hope for his – “
“A who dat now?” Baudoin interrupted, shifting his head around in the direction of the entrance. Nearly identical faces swiveled around to look at the young face now framed in the doorway. Marlowe’s dreads surrounded his face, which slightly frowning at the puffy mess that had appeared in his infirmary; Baudoin, tattooed, bald and blind, also seemingly stared at the lad.
“Come yah, child,” Marlowe boomed as he gestured with his hand, “Ya’ll be another one messin wit da badness.”
When they turned to address the scant lad he took a moment to stare, both in shock and fear they would be upset that he had heard what they were saying. It was the same face staring at him from two bodies. The strange happenings of this day were getting more and more numerous. He stood meekly in the door looking uncertainly at them for a moment. This Marlowe person was a doctor, right? Doctors didn't hurt people on purpose.
Jesse couldn't keep from looking at the blind brother. Not only was he covered in fascinating tattoo designs, but his eyes were glazed over white like the blind man that told fortunes for a living on the docks. He came a few steps forward, stopping in front of Marlowe, but the eye he was able to open stayed riveted on Baudoin. The boy realized he was being rude a moment later and looked down.
“Cap'n Hawkes tol' me ta come see ya,” he mumbled softly and looked back up, still fascinated by the two of them. “Ken ya tell fortunes?” The words were out of Jesse's mouth before he had a chance to censor himself and if he hadn't already been black and blue he would have blushed very deeply. “Sorry...” he whispered softly, not even sure how to explain that question without sounding really rude.
Marlowe shifted his head to look at his brother, while Baudoin kept his face trained on the lad still in the doorway. There was a pause that seemed like an eternity while no one moved or said anything. Baudoin’s face split into a wide smile, he threw back his head, and started laughing a deep, booming laugh that shook his entire body.
“Coo yah dis yah creations stepper, tho not full on!” He smacked his brother on the shoulder, who in response began to laugh, “Oh, ya be gittin your for-tion, when ya structure be fit and ya head can seen it!”
“It look like ya be takin quite da box,” Marlowe said, still chortling, “Come yah and sit down while Marlowe feels for broken bones.”
Jesse looked sheepishly at Baudoin as he spoke, confused, enthralled and terrified. “D...Do tha mean ya will tell mah fortune w'en I dun't 'ave no bruises?” Baudoin nodded in reply, the smile still spread widely across his face. His eyes seemed to follow Jesse as he walked over to one of the stools. He obediently sat down, sudden fear coming across his battered face. He wasn't really sure he wanted this guys poking around on him.
“I dun't 'ave no broken bones,” he said suddenly and hopped back off the box. “I jus bruised up real bad. Thas all. I'll 'eal inna bit.” He skittered a bit away from Marlowe, unable to keep his concern from his face.
“Steady now,” Marlowe said calmly, “If ya being saying thar be no broken bones, thar be no broken bones. I be fixing ya i-shence for ya eyes an bruises that ya be puttin on,” he put an emphasis on the last ‘ya’.
Baudoin continued to stare and grin at the lad in the infirmary while Marlowe turned his back and began to pull herbs and balm from his jars.
Jesse watched the two curiously, more than a little thankful that they didn't press for him to go through with the examination. He was a little surprised at the comment about having something to put on it. For as long as he could remember the boy had been told that if you wanted your bruises to heal you should do your best to stop getting hit. He huffed, not realizing he made the noise out loud. “Show wha tha air 'eaded loud mouths know...” he mumbled almost silently.
Marlowe turned around and shook two little jars at Jesse.
“Dis one,” he said, shaking the smaller of the two filled with a sort of green goo, “be for ya swelling. Put dis on round ‘bout ya eyes til the swellin be gone.” Marlowe daubed a little on his finger, reached over and rubbed it into Baudoin’s cheek.
“Rass!”
“And dis one,” Marlowe continued, grinning as he shook the other jar filled with a white paste, “be for ya bruises. Put dis on round ‘bout any bruises til they be gone. Two, maybe three day.” He took a little bit of the paste and smeared it across Baudoin’s forehead.
“Yu tan deh, bredda!” Baudoin rubbed the paste into his skin, “Ya ina big choble!”
Marlowe handed the jars over to Jesse, “Ya be retuning these when ya be finished. Maybe when ya come to get Baudoin’s fortune, seen?”
Jesse smiled a little despite himself, it quickly turning to a grimace as his lip split open again from the movement. Sure these guys were scary, but he kind of figured if they were going to hurt him they probably would have already. There were no witnesses down here and he obviously was in no shape to ward off a stiff breeze, let alone someone intending on doing him harm. The jars felt strange in his hands and he pressed the cool glass bottom lightly against his more swollen eye. He nodded when he was told to bring them back when finished with them.
“I be back fer tha fortun, fer sure!” His mother had told him to avoid people like this. If it didn't hurt so bad to do so he would have grinned. His mother also told him to stay away from the ships and people like Captain Jericho Hawkes too.
He felt he should probably leave but had no idea where me might supposed to go. He looked uncertainly at the door then back at the brothers. Maybe he should try to find the Captain again? He headed towards the door, jar still held against his eye. Before he got there however the draw of maybe seeing Marlowe make more of his salves and seemingly magic potions caused him to think otherwise.
"I...Is there anything I can do to help down here?" he asked meekly, scooting into an out of the way corner. "Or... can I just... stay here for a bit if not?"
Marlowe grinned, “Yah child, put tha’ i-shence on round ‘bout ya eyes. Once ya be doing tha’, take this,” he handed him a spare mortar and pestle with a large dried root in it, “an’ grind dis til it be a fine powder.”
Jesse obediently smoothed the ointment around his eyes and tried to get it all off his fingers onto his skin before he found a place out of the way to sit and work on the task given to him. After a few awkward moments trying to get the motion down, mostly pushing the root around the mortar, he began to actually do some good.
“That be ginseng,” he said, allowing the word to roll slowly over his tongue, “it be good for lotsa things. If ya be tired, a little be doing ya head alotta good. Help ya mind think clearer. Also help ya feel stronger, an’ have more juice.”
“Ya mean one lil' rut ken do all tha?” The disbelief and wonder was obvious in his voice and he looked at the stubborn root with new found respect. Plants apparently had powers he had never considered. Experimentally he sniffed at the contents of the mortar and looked back up at Marlowe. “'ow'd ya learn all this?”.”
Baudoin laughed at Jesses remark. He was occupied with his own mortar and pestle, and was occasionally adding a few herbs to his own mix.
“Much like you,” Marlowe commented, not turning from the wooden table, “Too many dam questions in my lagga head. Don’t ya be eatin’ tha much, pinda. Too much’ll rob ya of sleep, an do ya a tattoo against ya chest. Ginseng,” he said, naming the herb once again slowly.
“Ginseng...” Jesse took special care to pronounce it exactly like Marlowe did. The rest of what the doctor said however was lost on him. “Pinda? Tattoo against ya chest?” He kept working at the root, pleased with his new knowledge.
“Tattoo bunks ya chest,” Baudoin said, setting down his tools. His thick hand came up and beat like a heartbeat against his chest, progressively getting faster. His filmy eyes scrunched seriously as his hands got impossibly fast, stopped suddenly, and then moved them quickly in Jesse’s direction as he said, “POOF!”
“Ginseng not be tha’ bad, bredda,” Marlowe chided, still not turning around. Baudoin shook his head, pulled a pained, gruesome face, and drew a finger across his neck. He winked.
Jesse gasped at Baudoin's display, looking down at the root yet again. Could such an innocent little part of a plant really have such a dangerous effect. He watched Baudoin for a few moments and then went back to his work. "Wha do pinda, mean?"
Baudoin’s expression (which always seemed a little over expressive) frowned again, “Pinda? Pinda be ya, child.”
He glanced back up, watching the blind man for several moments then staring at Marlowe's back. "Wha's in tha stuff fer mah eye?"
By the time the evening was through, Jesse had heard Marlowe go on at lengths about Castor oil, the main medium for a number of his concoctions including the one for the swelling, because “ya caenot git any better than castor oil for da swellin.” He adds a few other ingredients to the oil, like tea tree oil, “just in case ya badness be infected.”
The paste for bruising was made from tincture of arnica, chamomile, aloe, and some crushed lavender all mixed into a balm of beeswax and olive oil. Marlowe then went on to explain the properties of each item to Jesse, giving him samples of each as he went. All in all, by the time that Jesse left a few hours later, his mind was abuzz with plant properties and smooth accents, and his tongue was left with a bit of a funny taste.
He went gratefully to the hammock that Marlowe showed him and curled up. Before he could even start going over the things he had learned that night his eyes slipped shut and he was fast asleep, the jars clenched tight in his hands.
He never did learn what ‘pinda’ meant.
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 01:12:57.
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Topic: Oh? Wait a second, T_O is here?
Subject: Lucky
t_catt hasn't killed us off yet, but he was just talking about it today. You may save your butt if you post tonight.
Glad to hear you're back among the living and healthy.
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 00:24:49.
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A
Subject: With that said...
remember Ardis claims he knows of another city with a bunch of pre-des stuff, but he hasn't taken the Falcon there and is a bit vague when asked about it.
Posted on 2012-05-07 at 22:09:47.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: I'm excited!!
I know there is at least one other collaboration being tossed back and forth and I wanna reeeeead them!!!
Posted on 2012-05-07 at 22:08:37.
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A
Subject: That's up for debate actually
Supposedly no. Everyone in the city adamantly insists that no one can survive out in the desert for very long.
However, I'm going to say during the travels the Falcon Crew's come across at least one nomadic tribe. There isn't really enough desert traffic that goes on a specific route to sustain any trading post sorts of things and there isn't enough constant water supply to keep a small town alive for long.
Posted on 2012-05-07 at 19:06:25.
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Topic: Paranoia: Adventures in Clonesitting Q&A
Subject: Actually yeah
The last time I talked to Jozan via failbook he was thinking he was getting onto a schedule and would be able to get on the inn more again soon, that was about a week and a half ago though.
Posted on 2012-05-07 at 19:01:59.
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A
Subject: hmmm
Engie might kill him, but Ardis knows how to shut off power to certain parts of the ship. :3
Oh by the way, on that note, the Falcon does have electric lights. None of those newfangled electric outlets some people are playing with but the lights are powered by the wind turbines. On that note, if the wind turbines are not working properly or whatever, there are red emergency lights (pulled out of an old submarine) that run off excess power from the sand paddle engine.
Posted on 2012-05-07 at 15:07:53.
Edited on 2012-05-07 at 15:26:56 by Kriea
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Topic: Paranoia: Adventures in Clonesitting Q&A
Subject: I posted
can I get away with only a slight mauling maybe?
Posted on 2012-05-07 at 15:04:04.
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Topic: Paranoia: Adventures in Clonesitting
Subject: Oh my aching head
Ammpe shuddered as they crawled further and further into the sludge, going over and over in her head the proverbs of the Computer to keep herself calm. This was not okay. This whole situation was as far from ideal as possible. She tried to stop breathing so the smell couldn't fill her nose anymore but quickly this proved to be an impractical and inefficient method of keeping the stench at bay. Had her hands not been coated with the muck she could have pulled something over her face... but as it stood she would just have to put up with it. Then her mind of course changed to who in the party could be blamed for this.
When the noise of the speakers crashed into her eardrums she had to force herself not to cry out. Forgetting about the muck she pressed her hands to her ears momentarily but yanked them down when she realized she would miss what the computer had to say. After a few moments of puzzling out the mission what with the echoes and her stench fuzzy head she smiled brightly.
"No questions, Computer. Thank you so much for another fun mission." It wasn't right that the monitor was covered in that gunk. The Computer deserved better. If she hadn't been at the back of the group she would have wiped her beloved Friend Computer off as well as possible.
Posted on 2012-05-07 at 15:02:51.
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Topic: Join the revolution Q&A
Subject: Last chance
Those that haven't contacted me or posted by next Monday are going to die horrible deaths, just sayin.
And I realize it wasn't much of an update... The next one will be more impressive, I promise.
Posted on 2012-05-07 at 14:52:07.
Edited on 2012-05-07 at 14:52:46 by Kriea
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Topic: Join the Revolution
Subject: Donkey noise
Paagdish had his orders, and he followed them by allowing this group to handle the situations as they saw fit. He would have rather told them what they were going to do and if they resisted he would have flogged them, however his Lady had told him to watch for signs of leadership. He saw the wisdom in what she was doing, but he also felt like he had been demoted to a simple babysitter and guard dog over a bunch of new unproven recruits. Sullenly he let the make the decision about the donkey noise they had heard.
The group managed to track the creature to a cliffside road where a group of what appeared to be a small mixed group traders, with two heavily armed guards, were trying to coax a pair of very thin donkeys pulling the cart to leave the bit of mountain thistle one had discovered growing close to the edge. One man was beating the animals' hindquarters though they seemed to be ignoring him for the most part, only taking a few steps when they had clipped the plant they were working on to the ground and started seeking the next one. One wheel of the wagon was getting dangerously close to the edge of the cliff, threatening to topple over taking the goods and probably the stubborn beasts along with it.
Two men and a young woman, all appearing to be human or half-elf stood were trying to pull the wagon back on course but were failing to do much good. The small group was blissfully unaware of the party of rebels watching them from the trees on the side of the road as they focused on their struggles. The two guards weren't helping with the wagon, much to the irritation of the traders who were shouting at them to help in some way.
(yay crappy map time)
Purple X is the party
Blue ones are the armed guards
Red ones are traders
Orange ones are the donkeys
Posted on 2012-05-07 at 14:47:15.
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A
Subject: You two are so not right
I believe I'll refrain from grabbing Maggie's cookies.  Have at them, Eol.
Posted on 2012-05-07 at 13:51:38.
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A
Subject: This was in my email this morning
Our Mama Bear in the kitchen
I get the feeling if you don't eat your greens she's gonna crack you upside the head with that spoon.
Posted on 2012-05-07 at 13:35:15.
Edited on 2012-05-07 at 13:36:21 by Kriea
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Topic: Happy Birthday, Tiamat!
Subject: Happy Birthday!! ^_^
Found this a while back, seems appropriate to post it for you.
Dragon cake anyone? God that's impressive. He even has a D20... wish I knew a baker that could pull that off.
edit: Anyone wanting to refute that it is indeed cake Here You Go
Posted on 2012-05-07 at 12:47:28.
Edited on 2012-05-07 at 12:51:55 by Kriea
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A
Subject: Isn't she though?
I'll be honest, she reminds me a bit of Harry Potter. hehe I think she's super cute. 
Posted on 2012-05-07 at 12:44:10.
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A
Subject: I've seen the WIP
She did the plague mask you wanted. :3
Posted on 2012-05-07 at 06:05:29.
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A
Subject: Jeeze
Apparently she only had coloring to do on this one.
Her rendition of our explosion prone Engie.
Posted on 2012-05-07 at 04:53:59.
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A
Subject: YAY
She said thank you. ^_^
I think she said she's doing Elly next.
edit: Oh look, I'm a fixture. Am I an electrical or a plumbing fixture?
Posted on 2012-05-07 at 04:36:20.
Edited on 2012-05-07 at 04:36:51 by Kriea
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A
Subject: Hehe
I'll tell her you said so. ^_^ She'll be glad, she was worried.
Posted on 2012-05-07 at 04:08:51.
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A
Subject: She made a liar outta me
She managed the goggles and finished her rendition of Sully first.
Posted on 2012-05-07 at 03:53:46.
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A
Subject: She said
she "has trouble drawing steam punk stuff" she's struggling with the goggles for one thing. XD
Edit: and of course not. I leave it in your capable hands.
Posted on 2012-05-07 at 01:21:40.
Edited on 2012-05-07 at 01:22:02 by Kriea
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A
Subject: Huzzah
Oh, I've been told Sully will officially be the hardest in the group to draw and will be last she does by the way. XD
On the other hand I've seen WIPs of Engie and Dr. Kamina.
Thanks Eol, I'm looking forward to it. Celeste and I should be done with our Smuggler's Colab soon tot.
Posted on 2012-05-07 at 00:11:52.
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A
Subject: Unveiling
I know I don't have nineteen posts of exposition like some stories I know, but I want the world to develop around you guys.
So there you are, questions and whatnot and things. Lucas is in the galley if you need him and Ardis ends up there eventually.
Posted on 2012-05-06 at 22:57:48.
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