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Topic: Happy New RDinn Year...
Subject: Fifteen cheers


The happiest of New Years to you all and you loved ones. Warm wishes for 2015 from my heart to yours!

Posted on 2015-01-01 at 13:11:24.

Topic: A Christmas Wish for the Inn
Subject: Jing jing jing


I rolled a natural 20 on my Christmas spirit this year!

The merriest of Christmases to everybody on the Inn and off; I wish you all joy, luck, and the best of cheer. May your hearts be filled this season and through to next year.

Much love from me to all!~

Posted on 2014-12-25 at 20:35:08.

Topic: SW Unknown Regions
Subject: Sssssskkaahhh!


Still brimming with his most murderous elation, the cramped conditions in the cockpit didn't bother Horachkt. Now that he was finally where he wanted to be (though most others wouldn't likely share such sentiments- the crew was as far from any outwardly recognizable sector of space as one could get), he didn't have any good reason to remain as isolated as he had been for the past few days anymore. In order for his lifelong plan to work, he now needed to include himself in anything that would be happening next. Pivotal things could not be allowed to catch him off-guard- otherwise, mistakes would be made and his efforts would all be for naught. Indeed, he would be getting much more familiar with the crew from here on.

Unbeknownst to him, the very excitement he was feeling was mutual amongst the others; save, perhaps, the silent clone sergeant that stood behind them. The King's Kruise's captain, Drunik, and that irritating droid assistant that followed his heels chattered between one another about the unique characteristics of the planet's hydrosphere, obviously fascinated. Figures a piece of fish like him would care about that sort of thing, thought Horachkt with a smirk. A desert creature himself, he didn't give half a care about how much water the place had to offer.

As they flew over the snowy forest's expanse, Drunik turned around to address the crew sitting behind him. "Any particular preference of landing zones?" he asked, before following with "I am thinking that large clearing over there." He was pointing towards a clearing in the forest, large enough to be considered a field and certainly larger than the other clearings adjacent to it.
"I got no preference, guy," Horachkt responded. "Just take us to where we gotta be- and hurry. I'm getting sick of being trapped in here."

"Checking scanners for life forms now, gents." Geedee's metal fingers made metallic clicks upon his console as he fed the ship's sensor array new commands, the quiet, yet brittle sound unnerving Horachkt to mild discomfort. "I trust you meat sacks will want to know of any particularly large predators in the region..."

You got that right, buddy, thought Horachkt with a snort. "That is all I'm here for!

---

((OOC: Horachkt speaks in character and reflects no views of mine, Salvator ))

Posted on 2014-12-23 at 18:54:43.
Edited on 2014-12-23 at 18:55:05 by I-Binary

Topic: It's quiet...
Subject: Slow goes


The holidays always seem to slow everything down nowadays. I know one of our players for AiR and SWUR has disappeared (hopefully we'll hear from him soon), and posting is draggy in general.

Not to say I've been any better than anyone else of recent, but luckily I'll be getting a lot of free time in just a few days.

Posted on 2014-12-05 at 20:59:02.

Topic: Pathfinder: Adventures in Runewen
Subject: The road to Adventurado


It never hurts to drop a one-liner, Kestross thought as he awaited Zilvra's response. Pausing slightly as she turned her head, he brought the juggling props to a halt with a flick of his wrist and took a breath.

Zilvra glared at Kestross. "What makes you think I'm looking for company? The last people I was with got themselves killed. Who's to say you won't do the same?" She harshly said.

Indeed, the response he'd awaited was quite sharp. Kestross' right eyebrow rose; he'd been caught somewhat off-guard, though by the looks of her armour and similar behaviour it wasn't terribly surprising. Nevertheless, ever the prince charming he strived to be, it didn't hurt, still, to try just once more. "Would such misfortune have brought me to you if I was so much more nimble the ones before?"

This man was oddly persistent. Did he really think he was as good as four people? "I hope your dodge is keener than your wit. If it were a sword, it couldn't take out an unarmored goblin,"Zilvra said, staring knives into the larger man.

At this, Kestross beamed, a twinkle flickering in his eye. This was no longer a playful or casual remark; no, this was a challenge. It was time to take it a mite further. "Maybe not- but if it is keen enough to break the barrier around your heart, than it'll be all I'll ever need."

Cheesy and foolish had worked all right sometimes before...


Zilvra snarled. Why was this guy so persistent? He must be a scoundrel of some sort, she suspected. "My heart is as covered in steel as my body." Tearing off her helmet, she stepped up close to her offender, and wiped her nose with the back of her left hand. She had a fairly attractive face adorned with white hair, near-grey eyes, and whitish-grey skin. "You really think that you are anywhere near my equal?"

Zilvra's last word left an audible silence between them like a vacuum as Kestross took in her features. She was as lovely as he'd fancied her to be off-hand- perhaps more so- but he needed to be careful. The deciding terminus could be his if he retained a composure equal in resolution to hers and precise enough to prevent the exchange from going astray. He never removed his eyes from hers, and said "Perhaps we shall wait and see."

She glared at him. Why was this man so persistent. "I guess you won't learn without an actual lesson, huh?" Glancing at the back of her left gauntlet, she proceeded to wipe it across the front of Kestross's fancy clothes, eliciting something of a grimace from him. Without another word, she stormed off, replacing her helmet.

The momentary stun that had come upon him crept back up for a while as he watched her leave. There was nothing ordinary about her, he knew; too much must have happened during some other time, some other place. Nobody could be so staunchly cloistered emotionally without having... something to happen to them. Though he didn't expend much effort doing so, Kestross couldn't imagine what that thing could have been, and set it aside for another time. The props were returned to their pouch on his belt, and his attention shifted to the smudge Zilvra had left on his silk shirt; an unfortunate victim of his efforts' collateral damage. However, it was far from the worst she could have done to him.

The rest of the trip hadn't been nearly as eventful as those few minutes he'd spent talking to her. It passed by at a moderate pace for the first while; clear weather and a light, warm breeze allowed him to relax and chatter with his accomplices as he pleased. He especially enjoyed the late afternoons and evenings when they'd stopped to rest, during which he'd bring out his trumpet, cards, props and dice and entertain the night before turning in.
The only frustration he'd encountered during those days was in talking to their escort, Arvin. The man revealed nothing about their travels, no matter how hard he'd pressed, leading him rapidly to give up and ask nothing more.

On the fourth day, however, comfortable weather broke way to one of the worst rainstorms Kestross had ever seen, reducing his previously merry travelling mood to a grumpy doldrum. How he hated the rain. Without a warm inn to retreat to, it left him with nothing to do, for everybody else tended to feel the same way and thus didn't generally respond too well to casual revelry. Instead, Kestross frittered away his time in the shelter of the covered wagon playing cards with anybody interested enough to join him.
It stayed that way right up until the posse arrived at their destination.

"Now everyone be on your guard, we are not as safe as you'd like to think." It was Arvin who'd spoken, and was the first time in a week he'd said anything other than his usual dismisses; by now, however, Kestross was thoroughly uninterested in anything he had to say, for he was sick of sitting on his thumbs for three days with nothing interesting to do. "Danger, shwhatever..." he grumbled.
Arvin hopped out of the cart and disappeared for a few moments before returning and gathering the group together.

"Before I can explain what is happening here I must go find the mayor and tell him you are here to help. Meanwhile, make your way to the Grey Leg Inn, tell them Arvin sent you and they will get you set up with room and board- and have somewhere safe for your wagons and livestock, my good Dwarf. Now be off with you, await me at the Inn and I'll return before sundown." Then, he'd turned and vanished into the streets of the town before them.
"Finally! We made it at last," Kestross exclaimed as he stepped out of the cart, proceeding to stretch himself out. "I'm bushed from all this travel. Let's go find ourselves a place to get some real sleep."

--

The walk towards the Grey Leg Inn was no relief from cramped quarters in the cart. Obviously, it had been raining just as heavily here as it had on the journey. Kestross scowled as he dodged the scores of muddy puddles lining the streets with the most adroit of steps. Despite his best efforts, unfortunately, he still ended up with mud caked upon his boots, and briefly cursed his preference for more expensive clothes. He was so focused upon his
movement that he failed to notice the nervous, apathetic manner of the civilians they happened to pass by.

Eventually they arrived around midday, encountering a grim-faced and balding half-orc sitting on a stool and smoking a pipe. In this weather? Kestross thought, snorting to himself. That's a laugh.
The half-orc stood and waved them over. "I assume you're the ones Arvin said would be arriving," he greeted. "The names Pynn, head on inside and I'll get your animals in the stables. You all have separate rooms upstairs, just claim one and let me know the number once I'm back inside."

A half-orc running an inn, eh. This really is a sad place to be. Half-orcs tended to be so dour and humourless; Kestross mostly found them to be a damper upon a good time. He wouldn't be hanging around this bloke too often if he could avoid it. Instead, he made his way upstairs and poked around the rooms. Since number three was not occupied, he took the key for it and laid down upon the bed. It was, perhaps surprisingly, extremely inviting. Realizing how tired he was, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

---

It was nice to be sitting in a regular location in front of a crackling fire at last. Kestross had awoken from his nap, which had lasted a few hours, a while ago, and had spent much of the evening lolling around the inn's living area and eating cold mutton. He definitely didn't want to go outside with all the mud, especially since he'd just had Zarzuket clean off and shine his boots for him. The gnome was amazingly knowledgeable when it came to footwear. Now, it was almost eight at night, and he was sipping at a tall mug of warm mead.

He'd turn in soon enough, now that he and the others had received directions from Arvin to meet him outside the Mayor of Dalhurst's offices the next day. That was all well and good.
Kestross returned his mug to the counter and bade Pynn a curt goodnight as he headed back upstairs. There was no reason to stay up further, and the warmth of his cozy bed was calling to him again.

((OOC: In the conversation between Kestross and Zilvra, SirSadaar and I discussed what they said and thought together. Kestross, of course, doesn't know what Zilvra is thinking, so, to differentiate their feelings and quotes, I've given their respective texts different font styles-- bold for Kestross and italics for Zilvra. Hope this helps!

Tonight, Kestross will just retire to his room. Tomorrow he will go to the offices with the others with no other plans.))

Posted on 2014-12-05 at 15:43:58.
Edited on 2014-12-05 at 20:56:08 by I-Binary

Topic: Pathfinder: Adventures in Runewen
Subject: Kestross Gallaharn


Five days ago

An observer standing on the outside of the inn would have been surrounded by stillness and tranquility, amongst the other mundane conditions that accompanied the end of a busy day. One would have heard the occasional rustling of leaves tickled by the evening breeze, and come to notice that the birds had ceased to sing as they hunkered down for the night. No wise travellers would come by at this hour, and the sky would grow darker and darker as the sun continued to set.

All in all, a rather dull and uneventful affair... that is, of course, if an observer was standing outside the inn.

Inside held a scene which contradicted the one previously mentioned in every way possible. Instead of growing darkness, the great stone hearth cast a warm firelight across every expanse of the homely ground floor, and the air was alive with loud, jovial voices and laughter from the visitors who'd happened to come by. Here, the food was good, the stories could captivate, and the song and dance that lilted amongst the people seemed to lift even the most somber of hearts.

Around the centre of the noise and the music sat one particularly colourful individual with a long, golden trumpet wearing silken threads of blue, white, and crimson, his head topped off with a wide-brimmed cap and a puffy red feather to boot. When the man was not playing his instrument, he was telling jokes and levelling comedy, prancing about with some pretty young thing, and performing tricks with juggling balls, dice, and cards; and the audience cheered and revelled along with him. A swashbuckler by trade, Kestross Gallaharn enjoyed such flashy play when he was not out fighting goblins, and he relished turning settings like these into nights to remember any time he got the chance.

In this way he ran the night away, paying little heed to the venerable man who occupied his travelling companions and caring even less to listen to what he had to say. It would only have been by the morning after that they'd filled him in on the task they'd been assigned- to meet with 2 others at a designated spot somewhere in the mountains.

"Yeah, I've heard a bit about Dalhurst- only in passing from some of the travellers around here," he'd said of the matter. "But If there's someone's safety at stake as the rumours say, I'd say we get on it."

---

Present day

The others seemed to recognize the elder who stepped over the hill before them, and it turned out that it was he they'd talked to. Kestross had never spoken with him, of course, but greeted him in kind all the same. He'd examined the other two who'd arrived before and after him; a dwarf with his own caravan of mules and oxen, likely a traveller familiar with these parts, and a half-elf in battered armour that'd seen better days. His gaze rested upon her for a few moments before he turned his attention to the old man.

"Greetings, my young companions," he said. "I am glad to see you all accepted my request. You all know the rumours of Dalhurst, and I can tell you now that something sinister is indeed at work. Today is the start of our journey to discover what has truly happened to the people of this town. We leave at once, as you can see our Dwarf friend here has all the necessary equipment for travel. We can get better acquainted with one another on the road."

He'd left no room for question, but Kestross' interest had been piqued. Apparently, they were to leave at once. "You may call me Arvin; now, let us be off, young ones. Dalhurst shan't wait forever!"

And off they'd gone. Following leisurely behind the oxcart with his old and new companions, whistling cheerfully, Kestross withdrew three of his beanbag props and tossed them effortlessly in his right hand, a favourite trick. He noticed the half-blood a few metres in front of him and trotted past the struggling Kerhast to sidle up beside her.

"I noticed you seemed a little lonely on your own, ma'am," he said with a smile. "The road doesn't need to be so long."

---

((OOC: I sent you a PM, Kamina, regarding Kestross' next action.))

Posted on 2014-11-18 at 20:31:52.
Edited on 2014-11-18 at 20:37:32 by I-Binary

Topic: A new Pathfinder Adventure
Subject: Update


I am fine with my guy knowing one or two of you. Perhaps some of us could have been travelling companions before SirSadaar's character shows up? PM me if any of y'all are interested!

EDIT: Here is the sheet! http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1051201

Posted on 2014-11-10 at 21:40:09.
Edited on 2014-11-14 at 21:36:29 by I-Binary

Topic: Greetings from Dunk
Subject: Heeyy Dunk


Hey, man, it's been a bit- and it's great to see you again. There are a few things going on on the inn these days, Kamina has returned and has a new Pathfinder game starting up soon if you are interested in joining. I hope he doesn't mind me speaking on his behalf!

The inn is always patient, and it's good that you took time off to take care of real life. I hope all has been well with you!

Posted on 2014-11-10 at 21:36:40.

Topic: A new Pathfinder Adventure
Subject: Swashbuckler


Kamina, are swashbucklers allowed in this game considering firearms? If not, that is all right too.

Thank you in advance!

Posted on 2014-11-07 at 02:23:09.

Topic: SW Unknown Regions
Subject: Sssssskk


Meandering through the corridors, Horachkt left the armaments behind and began to make his way towards the cargo bay, the largest part of the ship and the least crowded. He was still lolling around in dreamland, a far better place to be than where he'd been in a long time- the vast, empty planes on Dosha, where the wind smelled good and the hunt was on, was where he really longed to be. It didn't necessarily have to be his homeworld, but anywhere that was not the cramped quarters of a spaceship. Being larger than the average trandoshan did not help matters here in the slightest, too, nor did it help him warm up any. Steel walls and floors were chilly on his cold blood, making him slightly sluggish and, at times, aggravating his already foul mood.

Indeterminate periods of time slipped by as Horachkt continued to amble about. Eventually, he found himself a snack in the kitchen after realizing that his stomach was growling and sat at the little table to eat.

Suddenly, a jolt, too weak to tip the furniture over but strong enough to rattle the hull, surged through the ship from one point to another and caught Horachkt right off-guard. Obviously, the Quarren pilot must have re-engaged the ship's hyperdrive, though he never remembered them falling out of it. With a surprised croak, the precarious lean Horachkt had put in his chair while propping his feet on the table gave in from the tremor, toppling him backwards with a clatter. He sat like this for a few moments, devoid of poise or dignity and momentarily stunned, before rolling over in a huff and storming back to his room, mortified that someone may have seen him.

As he sat and rubbed his knuckles, a rapping sounded on his door, followed by the voice of the Jedi. "We shall be coming out of hyperspace shortly. I recommend getting your gear together shortly."
Horachkt considered this briefly, then scowled. "Out?! BUT WE JUST CAME IN!!"

---

It turned out that they'd entered the Unknown Regions just about as Valum knocked on the door. Horachkt had asked a few of the others about what had happened, and learned of the negotiations, as well as their current position. He had been so thrilled with this news that he'd jumped out from his quarters to join the others to learn of what was to happen next. At last, he was here! After all the time he had waited, bided his time and envy, and worked his way closer to the Scorekeeper than most other trandos could dream, he was finally here! Now, sitting in the cockpit and clutching his weapons, Horachkt pondered the steps they'd be taking next.

---

((OOC: Edit: I put Horachkt in the cockpit rather than the kitchen here due to an inconsistency in my post.))

Posted on 2014-11-06 at 02:41:11.
Edited on 2014-12-23 at 18:13:34 by I-Binary

Topic: A new Pathfinder Adventure
Subject: Yeeeyyy


YAY I will join! Just give me a mo to whip me up a concept!

Posted on 2014-11-06 at 01:49:11.

Topic: Star Wars: A Clone's Duty
Subject: Take a deep breath


"Sounds good, mate. Make it a big one!" Hodges' confirmation eased Riggs' mind somewhat; it was nice to have an external party acknowledge and confirm his action.

Nimble fingers danced about the power pack as Riggs' ammo-to-bomb conversion ran itself underway. Accessing the power pack and redirecting its feed patterns was no big deal, and his toolbox contained everything he needed to make it all happen. As he worked, he could hear bits of conversation between Hodges and the other clone, Slade, and listened for anything of interest. There was little going on in general, as the two men were also monitoring every sound for potential danger. At length, the conversion was completed, and Riggs now had a pair of jury-rigged and likey unstable hand grenades at his disposal.

"Not too bad for a while's worth, eh, fellows?" He said to nobody in particular, trying to ease some tension. An uncertain chuckle or two left his lips, nearly inaudibly, before he gathered up his tools and shook his head. There was nothing to improve about their situation with banter alone, so he let it go, replacing it with a better action plan. A few feet from his position, Slade uttered in the silence "Well Hodges, guess we got what we've always wanted. Heroes of the Republic and all that."

It was an interesting observation, but Riggs was uninterested in pondering it in that moment. That, too, was left aside for another space, and he carefully piled the grenades off the floor into one arm and grabbed his toolbox in the other. Striding back into the control room where Gyro was, he placed the box on the floor nearby the other clone, holstered the bombs and began dragging a table out into the hall.

"Hey, guys, help me get a good barricade up!" He called to everyone in earshot between the room and the hallway. Tapping his comlink a few times, he added "Batter, come on out of the medbay if everything is all right- I think we'll need everyone here if the assault will be as big as we think it is!"
Taking initiative was something he was still working on, and it scared him somewhat- but it was everything he preferred to playing cat-and-mouse with the waiting game any longer.

---
((OOC: Riggs will build a barricade in part of the hall facing the door with the grating noises with anything large enough to provide even half-decent cover- tables, chairs, whatever will work. He has the makeshift bombs on his belt and, as I understand it, will chuck 'em at whatever is audacious enough to charge in!))

Posted on 2014-11-05 at 22:03:05.

Topic: SW Unknown Regions
Subject: Sssssskkrrrgh


It had been three days so far, and Horachkt was on the edge. Even before he'd signed up, he knew he didn't like life on a spaceship at all, no matter how luxurious or well-furnished it was. It was cramped and stifling- the spaces themselves were obviously not built for a creature of his bulk. Perhaps it was fortunate enough that he'd even been able to reserve personal quarters at all, but he was far too self-absorbed to care about that at present. What he really wanted was a decent meal and for everybody else to just disappear themselves, particularly that irritating droid who never seemed to take his eye off him.

Lounging back on the thin mattress he'd made do with for sleep, he daydreamed in longing for the thrill of the hunt, as he'd done for the last three days; there, he was the one in control of his environment, exerting himself on everything he could. There, he was the master of his gun, of his tracks, of his space, of his game. Here, he was master of nothing except his temper, which he allowed to disobey him. Indeed, he was thoroughly displeased; he was certain that if the situation had been any other way, he'd consider stealing an escape pod and jettisoning away. However, although this thought had, many times, crossed his mind, he knew he could never go through with it; the prize which lay beyond the ship's metal hull in the Unknown Regions was far too grand to waste for mere instant gratification.

Without knowledge of anything that was going on in the cockpit, where a critical negotiation was currently taking place, Horachkt stood from his bed and trudged out from his quarters in search of something vaguely better to do. Perhaps he would fritter some time in the cargo bay. As he walked, he strolled past the King's Kruise's main fixed armaments, barely giving them a second thought...

---

((OOC: I've been bad with being late, and apologize through and through... but I will try not to let it happen again. Game on!))

Posted on 2014-10-07 at 01:05:21.
Edited on 2014-10-07 at 01:08:04 by I-Binary

Topic: Star Wars: A Clone's Duty
Subject: LATE


Well, this truly was a fix. A fix Riggs couldn't fix, as nothing was necessarily broken, and that was even more irritating and stressful than otherwise. A thousand whys began to swim through his head. Why couldn't the droids just come out and attack them? Why couldn't their backup arrive sooner? Why couldn't the Republic just show up suddenly and save the day? And, even more importantly, why was he wasting time here when anything could be happening out in the corridors?

Riggs stood from his seat and walked out of the room, leaving Gyro to his cameras. An idea had hit him, and he thought rapidly as it took more shape. A brief scan of the hallway revealed Hodges and Slade, Hodges sitting on the floor with his helmet between his legs. Slade was chatting with him, or something to the effect.
"...we'll make it through this. Like you said, clankers got horrible aim," he said. Riggs knelt down a half-metre from where Hodges was sitting and pulled out his power packs, datapad, and toolbox. As he began to open up one power pack, a groan sounded from behind the nearest door- as though something was trying to push through. In an instant, Slade had stepped back and drawn his rifle, clone instincts warning him of impending disaster, but Riggs didn't move. He had a plan to pull off, and jury-rigging required concentration.

"Hodges, I'm going to try to fashion me a hand grenade from this power pack," he said out loud in the clone's direction. "If I'm really on my toes, I can have it set to explode when I turn it on rather than immediately after I build it!" And, if it doesn't work, he thought as he worked, I may have a new mess on my hands. Risks, however, were expected in their line of work.

---

((OOC: Riggs will make a mechanics check to build explosive devices akin to frag grenades from his 2 power packs.))

Posted on 2014-09-27 at 21:38:23.

Topic: World of Darkness: The Dark Carnival
Subject: LATE


The brief quietude that had set up amongst the odd little group fermented slightly after the outburst between the goth sisters- whose names Tiffany just couldn't keep track of- and little Jade's dad. Still excited over the announcement over the loudspeaker, Tiffany turned around to search for its source. After all, she hadn't been able to go on any rides yet, and was interested in doing something before they would close the park. It had been growing darker and darker.

Suddenly, as though her hopes had been answered, a great surge of movement swelled and rippled through the crowd, catching everybody in its wake and dragging them out from the ferris wheel towards the largest tent in the park.
"HEY!" Tiffany shrieked in surprise. "What are you- get OFF of me!" But the bodies wouldn't stop bumping and jostling her about, and she found herself incapable of movement in any other direction beyond the one they were already being moved in. She nearly fell over a few times as she went, frightening her on top of her irritation and doing horrible things to her expertly-cleaned blonde hair. The harder she struggled, the less she could move, and before she knew it, everything had stopped. Somebody plunked her down onto a bleacher next to the goth sisters, Jade, and her father in a large, dark room- presumably the tent they'd been ushered towards. Tiffany huffed in annoyance and began furiously fixing her hair when a large voice from the centre of the room shattered the brief interlude:

"WELCOME ONE AND ALL TO THE DARK CARNIVAL'S ONE AND ONLY FREAK SHOW. PLEASE SIT BACK AND ENJOY THE WORLD'S MOST HORREDNOUS SITES. TREMBLE IN FEAR, QUAKE IN AGONY, WATCH AS THE FREAK'S COME TO LIFE!"

The spotlight on the tall figure was shut off as soon as it'd come on, and they were plunged into darkness once more. Tiffany blinked a few times. It was true that she had been interested in going here, but the forceful manner in which she'd been dragged over, as well as the tizzy she'd worked up from it, had removed that interest altogether. Momentarily stunned, she looked around at her companions and realized that nobody else was happy to be here either. One of the sisters had a grin on her face, but the other was petrified- she could see her pallid complexion in her lighter's dim glow. Jade's father wore a furrowed frown of concern, and his daughter was clinging to the terrified goth sister's arm. Realizing that she was not alone in her feelings, Tiffany recovered from her pause and burst.

"This is just STUPID!! If I'd REALLY wanted to come here, I'd have just walked over MYSELF! Nobody will MAKE me do anything!" Her sharp outburst could probably have been heard for a fair distance across the large tent, but the darkness hid her identity. With a small "Hmpf!" of defiance, she stood up from her seat and began to hurry toward the stairs.

Posted on 2014-09-20 at 19:00:01.
Edited on 2014-09-20 at 19:06:49 by I-Binary

Topic: Star Wars: A Clone's Duty
Subject: Complete


A momentary pause instilled as Riggs waited, patiently, yet tensely, for Gyro's response. Indeed, Riggs was a fairly emotional clone, and was prone to long-winded speeches and explanations about things which, honestly, didn't need much attention. In retrospect, any other clone less dramatic would likely have chosen to ignore the self-destruct sequence altogether, a factor Riggs preferred to ignore when seeking the advice of others to calm himself down.
Gyro looked up at him, his expression unreadable behind his helmet, and replied "I'd rather we didn't blow ourselves into itsy-bitsy pieces, thank you. As for door shielding... it wouldn't stop the droids, just delay them. I believe we should just open the doors and fight, unless we can't any longer. We just have to hold delay them as long as possible, not defeat them. Then, we will have reinforcements." Riggs' head dropped slightly as he finished his sentence. "Besides, if the Confederate scum were good enough to get the drop on us, they probably have the signal mimicked. The only way anyone is going to know, is if we ourselves warn them."

It bugged Riggs to hear that. They would need to fight, all right; that was indisputable, and it was wiser to leave the shielding alone and conserve valuable seconds of power. As much as he did dislike fighting and combat, Gyro had the best point at this moment. He nodded without another word and turned back to his console, silently hoping for Caboose and Omega's proverbial arrival.

Posted on 2014-09-18 at 00:56:18.

Topic: SW Unknown Regions
Subject: Sssssskkrrrr...


"I can not guarantee we will land on every planet that we come across. If there are possible allies to be found we will be sure to land so we can talk to whichever leaders we may need to for support. Other then that I can not tell you much more."

Valum's response was sour to the displeased ears of Horachkt, who growled openly before falling behind the Jedi to think. So they weren't going to land on many planets- but few, he supposed, were better than none. He had to get there, to the Unknown Regions- there was no alternative- and if this was to be his only possible route, then he had to settle with what he could get. The irritation of having to spend such close quarters with outsiders for months- or possibly even years- was certainly not his preference, and he planned to spend as little time with them as necessary, even if negotiations had to be made.

Presently, Valum returned to the group, his arms outstretched. Apparently some time had elapsed while Horachkt was in thought, and he trotted forward to hear what Valum had to say.
"Preparations are almost complete and we can board this ship and proceed with our mission. If there are any questions, feel free to ask me now or onboard."

Horachkt had no further questions, and was still stewing over his situation. He looked up and examined the ship: it was an enforcement vessel of some sort, the exact type and make unfamiliar. In truth, he had no honest idea how spaceships differed from one another beyond the very basics, and he didn't really care to learn. 'Some hunk o' junk,' he thought, before his concentration was broken by a loud and very sudden disturbance aboard the vessel.

"...You fool, over here! 3 centimeters to the left!"
A droid, silver in colour and arms flailing, had come running out of nowhere in what seemed to be a most exasperated frenzy. Horachkt snorted at the unexpected display as the quarren, its owner and the apparent pilot of the ship itself, stepped forward to intervene. 'Sliplips is regular jack of all trades, then,' he joshed. 'Must be a certified counsellor, too.'

When they boarded the enforcer the quarren turned to them and shouted, "This is the King's Kruise. This ship shall be treated with the utmost respect, is that understood?! She may not look like much, but she will get us where we need to go, that I promise."
'Well, he's got that right.' True to word, the interior of the ship could have looked better. Horachkt scratched a bit of rust off of the edge of the door; then, wiping clean his claw, he noticed that the silver droid, with no question, was staring intently at him. It was unnerving- he never moved his eyes... and it was starting to anger him.
"We play by the master's rules," it said, as though stressing the point of its obvious distrust. "IF there are any easily sick passengers, please leave."

Horachkt growled again, more deeply this time, and he turned and bustled past it to find a room. 'That tears it. There is no way in hell I am leaving my room.'

Posted on 2014-09-16 at 01:08:15.

Topic: SW Unknown Regions
Subject: Sssssskk...!


"...tasked with finding possible stock piles in the Outer Rim..." 'Yes, the so-called Unknown Regions,' thought Horachkt, nodding slowly. 'Yes, this is where I want to go...'
The Jedi before him- Valum, was it?- went on. "We will have to pass through Seperatist space to get to our initial location. We have all been provided fake identities that should pull us through any security we run in to, which hopefully we shouldn't." Now Horachkt frowned, grim-faced. 'Because of course it wouldn't be so easy.' Valum now paused, letting them process the information. Horachkt thought. Evidently, his reason for going along with this mission was only secondary to the prime directive. Not the ideal situation, but it was the only one he had. The careful examination of his situation he'd begun earlier was now in full speed, and he had a question to ask. Before he could open his mouth, however, the Jedi continued.

"Now I was informed that one of you has a ship that we will be using for this mission. The Republic has agreed to give us as many supplies as the ship can carry. From there on out we will have to garner supplies on our own." 'Okay, so I will have plenty of energy.'
"The primary objective of this mission is to find loyal colonies for the republic. I am to let you know we are not the only ones pursuing one of these missions. There are other groups with similar objectives." At this, Horachkt chuckled- was the Republic truly so desperate that they were now resorting to one of the most inhospitable regions of space to serve their interests?
"As you may have also notice our third companion here, this is Sergeant Levince. He will be accompaning us in our mission, but will not be following the same objective per se. High Command has asked we do not interfere with what the Sergeant is doing, so I humbly ask you to follow the Republic's Command Protocol and listen to these orders." 'As long as he does not interfere with my interests, I don't care if he lives or dies.'
"We are to depart as soon as we possibly can. If there are any questions you can ask me on the way to the ship. Now if the owner of our new vessel could please stand and lead us there."

'Quite the hurry he's in, Horachkt observed. No matter- the sooner he could get out of the horrible white room, the better. Valum now stood up, and the Quarren sitting at the other chair had followed suit. Evidently, the ship was his, as he added shortly after "Ya, I got a ship for ya... And it can hold A LOT of supplies..."
'Well ain't that a fact, Sliplips. 'Long as you don't go messing with me, I'll leave you and your ship alone too.' Part of him chortled to imagine the shorter man having the capability to read his thoughts.

The posse left the room at last, with the Quarren walking ahead of everyone else, unlikely to ask the Jedi any questions. Horachkt took this opportunity to catch up to Valum and grab his attention.
"Look, guy," he hissed. "I'm game to do what we need to do, but I have to know if we'll be landing on any of these planets we're gonna find..." '...'cause I've got beassssts' blood to ssspill."

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((OOC: Horachkt's thoughts in this game will be communicated through italics unless indicated otherwise [Drunik wouldn't hear his insult ]. Valum's text has been bolded to make it easier to read and keep the dialogues apart.))

Posted on 2014-09-13 at 01:11:03.
Edited on 2014-09-13 at 01:45:42 by I-Binary

Topic: Star Wars Unknown Regions.
Subject: Pursuer


Honestly, I know virtually nothing about these sorts of things, but I think even a bit of hyperspace would be a pretty good idea, seeing as there are all sorts of threats out in the Unknown Regions... whatever can get us out of a bad situation quickly and quietly, even if for such a limited period of time.

However, if the pursuer has a different advantage over speed (say toughness, sensors, arms, or a bag of tricks in general), then I won't say anything.

Posted on 2014-09-11 at 15:06:18.

Topic: Star Wars Unknown Regions.
Subject: Meat Shield?!


Who you callin' a meat shield?! Gad, I adore trandos, and that line nearly had me in stitches. We are going to be an... interesting group.

Posted on 2014-09-10 at 23:37:24.
Edited on 2014-09-10 at 23:37:40 by I-Binary

Topic: I'm alive!
Subject: Welcome back


We missed you, man! In case Sir hasn't yet informed you, the Unknown Regions game has JUST started up if you're still interested in playing. I am thrilled out of my wits.

Hope you had a lovely summer, and that everything settles smoothly. GAME ON!

Posted on 2014-09-10 at 23:26:01.
Edited on 2014-09-10 at 23:27:17 by I-Binary

Topic: Dark Carnival Q/A + Characters
Subject: Kaminaaaaa


I am ALL all set, right up for anything that may try to murder Tiffany and the rest, and ready to go when you are!

Posted on 2014-09-10 at 23:24:00.

Topic: SW: ACD Q&A/Characters
Subject: YEAH!


Riggs reporting fully fit for duty and ready, in case it comes to that, to blow our little base to smithereens! (Gyro, that comes to you.)

Posted on 2014-09-10 at 23:21:59.
Edited on 2014-09-10 at 23:29:10 by I-Binary

Topic: Star Wars Unknown Regions.
Subject: YEAH!


All RIGHT, Sal! This is gonna be a lot of fun.

(Also! Sorry bout the long post, guys, but I had WAY too much to say! )

Posted on 2014-09-10 at 15:21:50.
Edited on 2014-09-10 at 15:22:23 by I-Binary

Topic: SW Unknown Regions
Subject: Sssssskk


The door closed behind him and the clone escorts broke off, leaving Horachkt alone in the immaculate white room to wait. Well, almost alone, save for a single clone trooper situated by the door, dressed down and armed with the very same blaster they all seemed to carry. Predictably, he'd been left there to prevent any altercations, and, like every other copy-cut-paste clone, stood virtually motionless and silent as a corpse. "Jetar madle," Horachkt growled at the guard before giving him a toothy sneer. It felt good to finally be able to insult someone without receiving a second order, but he tormented the man no further, for there was nothing he could gain. It was worthless to waste his breath on an equally worthless target.

Disinterested, Horachkt diverted his attention from the trooper and slowly took in the garish room. It looked exactly the same as everything else he'd seen in this place: spotless, reflective floors you could eat off of; clean metal walls and ceilings; ridiculously bright lights which served only to aggravate the already distracting white of everything else. Horachkt hated white, and the thought of having to be completely surrounded by it for any amount of time was nauseating. White was a useless colour, and, according to Horachkt, the only reason it had to exist was to be stained with the blood of those you'd killed.

As the hours slipped by and still nothing was happening, he was growing more and more impatient. What could they possibly be doing anyway, ordering him a pleasure cruise and taking him to Nal Hutta for a night on the town? He chuckled to himself; that would be a far nicer bet. Nevertheless, he was here on a mission of the most personal kind- a dream that would take him to far, far greater satisfactions than he'd ever imagined- and this was no place for scantily-clad dancers or all the booze he could handle.

At the last moment, just as he thought he could take it no longer, the clone sentinel, suddenly showing legitimate signs of life, opened up the door and called to him "Trando! We've been summoned to the briefing room. Please, walk there."
"Kriffing finally," Horachkt thought darkly as he obeyed the clone's order. He stepped through the door and the clone came in after him, shutting it promptly and following him down through a long white corridor identical in style to that of the waiting room he'd nearly expired in. They walked in silence, neither saying anything to the other, though Horachkt noticed that his escort was always a few paces behind him- just out of reach of his vibro-axe. Horachkt smirked to himself, tempted to whip it out and give it a good swing. It might earn him a blaster shot to the belly, but it would be worth it to get this clone to display a smidgeon of real fear.

At length, they made it to the briefing room, where the Quarren he'd noticed previously had also arrived in the same moment. Everything here was the same except for the Kel Dor at the table and the green-tinged clone soldier at his side. A sergeant, Horachkt thought; he knew it from a pamphlet he'd read somewhere. This Kel Dor- a Jedi at that, of all things- was the real deal. This was where things would finally get straightened out.

"Ah, gentlemen!" The Jedi said, extending a hand in welcome. "Please take a seat." Horachkt gave him a critical look, raising a proverbial eyebrow. Without a word, he stepped over the back of his seat and sat down at its edge, preparing himself for anything.
Without hesitation, the Kel Dor went right to business. "What is discussed here can go no further. If you do, Republic Intelligence would not be pleased." He paused, as though expecting surprise, then continued. "I am Jedi knight Valum Dio. The assignment you two will be getting will be incredibly dangerous. You have each been selected because you possess a skill-set that we need to successfully do this mission. This is the one time you can choose to leave, and have nothing more to do with this mission. Are you in?"

Horachkt listened to what he had to say, his defiant grin growing wider with each word. When he was sure there was nothing left to say, he leaned forward in his seat, rested an arm upon the table, and looked the Jedi straight in the eye.
"I signed up for this thing because it was dangerous- because there are gonna be monsters to gut, sharpie. You think I'm kiddin' about why I'm here?"

Posted on 2014-09-10 at 06:27:00.

 


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