Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising Q&A
Subject: adf
Nomachron: The Eternal Quest for Ham.
I'm completely alright with this.
Posted on 2013-06-14 at 08:10:46.
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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising Q&A
Subject: asdf
I figured I'd try my best to be eloquent after all.
Posted on 2013-06-13 at 18:42:47.
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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising Q&A
Subject: asdf
Whipped something up.
Posted on 2013-06-13 at 18:36:06.
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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising
Subject: Ham?
“Go kiss a succubus.”
The curse only made Tasso grin more, despite the grave nature of the situation the group was in. He couldn’t help enjoying it when ladies cursed, though Tasso supposed Ellen was about as traditional a lady as he himself was a giant. Still, she was as close to a friend as Tasso allowed himself to have and the sight of a tear on her normally stoic face brought the Halfling back to reality.
Alcorel had raised himself out of the dust, and had begun making his rounds; distributing the divine magic he practiced to heal the group’s wounds. Tasso accepted it gratefully; nodding appreciatively as he felt the magic close cuts and wash away his bruises. He no longer felt as if he’d been riding on the undercarriage of a wagon, always a good sign, and perhaps now he’d have the strength to continue his journey. Not that he knew where his journey was continuing to.
As if he reading his thoughts, Ellen spoke up again, and this time without cursing immediately, something Tasso considered very disappointing.
“We can either become spivs – each go on our separate way. Or we can follow this,” Ellen added waving the now tear-stained letter. “It’s a letter from the Home Commander of Vesh, he wanted us to go to Lave for some urgent task. I don’t care what it is. But maybe it’s because of this that we were attacked last night. Maybe by doing this we can find out who took Nel, and then make them bleed and make them hurt.”
The words made sense, but not for the reasons Tasso would have thought. He’d joined the company for fame, riches and all the food, wine and women they would bring along, and exclusively those things. He’d always figured that’s why he stayed around, but something in Ellen’s words spoke true. Nel had done alright by him, even without providing the riches and the fame and so on, and her loss stung. He found himself wanting to go, not for the reward, but for the group and their loss. He wanted to do right by Nel.
Nine Fox was quick to add his assent, and the diminutive Halfling sprung easily to his feet to add his two drakes.
“Well El m’dear, I don’t suppose I could go be lettin’ you and Foxxy here be wonderin’ off into this wild n’crazy venture there without me along then now could I?” Tasso blurted, seemingly not pausing to breathe. “Wouldn’t seem right proper good at’all and for the life of me I’m lost as right’s-fack out here in the wilds and all and I don’t right feel like being left hereabouts.”
Tasso began scampering about, gathering up his belongings, before looking over at Ellen with his largest, most cheese filled grin.
“Not to mention the pair of ya’s barely have the wherewithal to talk you’s ways through the purchase of a fine ham let alone a Knight Commander.”
He paused as a rumble in his stomach reminded him of something else. He looked about the group.
“Speakin’ of it though as we are…does anyone have ham then?”
OOC: Tasso will accept any and all healing...or ham. Also he's firmly on board to be on their way as soon as they're ready.
Posted on 2013-06-13 at 18:33:20.
Edited on 2013-06-13 at 18:41:57 by Grugg
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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising Q&A
Subject: dasf
Not much time this week to initiate any interaction or write much, but if anyone wants to chat up Tasso just give me something to work with and I'll run something up.
Posted on 2013-06-13 at 16:55:53.
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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising Q&A
Subject: asdf
I'd like to thank my grandmother.
Posted on 2013-06-12 at 00:08:44.
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Topic: New to site
Subject: adfs
Is this like cashcab but with cats? Do people think they're getting a ride to work and instead get hounded with questions and rewarded in felines?
Don't answer, my mental image is already far too awesome.
Posted on 2013-06-11 at 17:31:29.
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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising Q&A
Subject: dsf
I vote we test the potions on the sun.
Do we have anyone strong enough to throw the potions at the sun.
I have a bonus to thrown weapons. I target the sun. I throw the druid.
No more Q&A posting while drunk methinks. MONDAY.
Posted on 2013-06-10 at 23:06:39.
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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising Q&A
Subject: asdf
Bleep Bloop.
Posted on 2013-06-10 at 19:24:15.
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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising
Subject: Nachos
A wise man had once said something about life being a stew, but Tasso had always found he was unable to prepare a stew that didn’t taste like offal, so he had always assumed that wise man was being very pessimistic. It also seemed that the wise man had been correct though, as if there was a single expression that defined growing up a Halfling in Calastia it would probably be “shitstew”. The tricky Halfling that now found himself a member of the Crimson Blades knew this better than most.
Tasso made no secret of his less than fortunate past, nor his desires to find himself in a more than fortunate future, and he’d hoped joining up with the Blades would provide a means to that end. Though not the stoutest combatant, his formidable wit and gift for arcane trickery had served him well thus far, just enough that he was becoming optimistic about a future that just years earlier had seemed like a fever dream induced by his cooking. Alanelia had taken him under her wing, and the other adventurers that shared her goals had become his support system. Yes, things were looking up for the chronically downtrodden Tasso.
The mission had been simple enough, round up and remove the Titanspawn that threatened the civilised lands to the south. Standard fare for any adventurer in Ghelspad, and the group had dealt with it with their usual efficiency. It was Nel though, that kept Tasso’s rapt attention, speaking of a new job (speaking being a relative term, as nothing in the way of details were offered) that would provide enough that they need never work again. As fun as it had been to play adventurer and distance himself from the tyranny his people had long toiled under, the idea of doing nothing, growing fat and perhaps getting servants of his own was by far more appealing.
Tasso’s bedroll, though far from the most comfortable thing to have ever been slept on, had served him well, and sleep found him quickly as he rested his head. He remembered looking over at Nel before nodding off, and she gave him the same reassuring look she had a hundred times before. Comforted, Tasso fell asleep with a smile.
He awoke suddenly, not due to a disturbance as one might think, but because of the complete lack of disturbance. Tasso had slept on the road before, hells, he’d lived most of his life without a roof, and not once had he encountered that level of silence. There would be crickets, rodents, dry leaves crinkling, a bubble in a pond even, but at that moment not a sound reached his sensitive ears. He bolted upright, his eyes scanning the darkness but only a moment too late, and they were upon him.
Tasso was not a fighter, he carried no magical arms, and most of his magic was far too ineffective against an ambush in these numbers. From what he could see of his comrades, despite their individual talents they too were overwhelmed, and only Nel stood toe-to-toe with the creatures with any degree of success. A momentary distraction caught his eye, and before he could regain his focus he felt the icy chill of unconsciousness begin to wash over him, followed by a bright blast of light, and then quiet darkness.
For the second time in as many tries, Tasso’s waking was sudden and unpleasant. Spitting out a chunk of earth and grass he’d apparently tilled up with his still aching jaw, Tasso struggled to get himself up, his arms numb from the awkward position he’d laid in. His head was swimming and memories floated to the surface in an uneven and haphazard way. He remembered being attacked, though by what he couldn’t piece together. He remembered a flash of light, the others falling with him under the onslaught, the ineffectiveness of their defense. He couldn’t remember what had happened to Nel, or why he was still alive, that was possibly the most troubling.
He finally raised himself to a sitting position and tried to get his bearings. So great was his confusion that it took him fully a minute to realise he was looking entirely the wrong direction and in fact had been staring pointedly at a small bush that and grown just outside their campsite. Shaking his head, Tasso turned and surveyed the campsite, instantly wishing he was still looking at that bush.
Nine Fox was the first of his friends he saw, and from the look of him the druid was in much the same state as the Halfling. He sat across the campsite looking at one of his ubiquitous crows, looking very much like he’d pulled himself from a newly formed ditch that seemed to have appeared overnight midway through the campsite. Two of the half-elves were already up and gathered around something he couldn’t quite determine, and though Tasso didn’t immediately see Alcorel he soon spotted him not far away, though he had yet to rise. Xxandra was rising as well, and it was her sudden scream that alerted Tasso to the fact that all was in fact not well.
His eyes flitted back to Guh-Amriel and Ellen, and his focus shifted to the object they encircled, its nature now painfully obvious to him. Memories of the night before came rushing back to him, and his questions from earlier were answered, though not in the way he’d hoped. The origin of the flash of light, the final stand of Alanelia, why he was still alive, so overcome was he with realisation that he was barely able to stand.
The look on the now obsidian skinned Nel’s face, her petrified corpse covered in thorny vines burned in his mind. She had taken him in when no one else would, she’d protected him when no one else could and most importantly, she’d offered him a way out, a thing he’d believe didn’t even exist for a person like him. He’d never met a person like her, and now she was gone, leaving behind nothing but a statue, a monument to her own sacrifice.
Unable to imagine what he should do, Tasso sat on the ground despondent. His mind raced but failed to settle on anything but the realisation that they were leaderless, wounded and alone. He looked up at the group and saw Ellenrae intent on a letter she had found amongst their former leader’s belongings. Despite himself, Tasso’s grin returned for a moment as he saw Ellen’s mouth noiselessly whisper a few choice curses.
He thought that was an excellent summation.
OOC: Tasso’s gonna sit there and listen to anyone who has something to say while uncharacteristically remaining silent. He’s interested in the letter Ellen has and will make his way over to see what it says once everyone’s up and about.
Posted on 2013-06-10 at 19:23:46.
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Topic: Nomachron: Blood Moon Rising Q&A
Subject: hik
I'll whip a post up later today, and I'll probably end up grabbing those dice if no one wants them.
And then I'll eat a pie.
That last bit will be in real life, unless one of the shadows exploded into pie.
...Pie Wraiths.
Posted on 2013-06-10 at 16:24:24.
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Topic: Nomachron: recruitment
Subject: asdf
I'm in a hurry to get things done
Oh I rush and rush until life's no fun
All I really gotta do is live and die
But I'm in a hurry and don't know why.
Posted on 2013-06-07 at 15:29:11.
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Topic: Nomachron: recruitment
Subject: asdf
I hear a voice
It says i'm running behind
I better pick up my pace
It's a race & there ain't no room for someone in 2nd place
Posted on 2013-06-06 at 14:56:20.
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Topic: Nomachron: recruitment
Subject: sadf
I have decided that while I wait for everyone to submit their characters I will now only be posting the lyrics to Alabama's "I'm in a Hurry" in no particular order.
Don't know why I have to drive so fast
My car has nothing to prove
It's not new
But it'll do zero to sixty in five point two
Posted on 2013-06-06 at 07:42:29.
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Topic: Nomachron: recruitment
Subject: dsf
...If all else fails someone can use me as a sword.
Posted on 2013-06-05 at 22:14:06.
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Topic: Nomachron: recruitment
Subject: sadf
Schweet.
Posted on 2013-06-05 at 19:59:15.
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Topic: Nomachron: recruitment
Subject: sadf
Finishing my party-face/sneaky trickster/battlefield support/midget.
Should submit shortly.
Posted on 2013-06-05 at 17:35:04.
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Topic: Nomachron: recruitment
Subject: asdf
Quick Jozan, complain that we may also have too much gold!
Posted on 2013-06-05 at 07:59:35.
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Topic: Nomachron: recruitment
Subject: asdf
Sweet. Will roll up a beguiler shortly.
I've always wanted to be a beguiler.
It's probably the beard.
Posted on 2013-06-04 at 19:50:45.
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Topic: Nomachron: recruitment
Subject: asdf
It's probably the beards.
PH2 available?
Posted on 2013-06-04 at 19:46:00.
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Topic: Nomachron: recruitment
Subject: asdf
I oppose all things equally.
I just don't want to be stuck with a cleric. I always get stuck with a cleric.
And all my clerics end up racist.
Posted on 2013-06-04 at 18:59:13.
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Topic: Nomachron: recruitment
Subject: dfv
Should we lay claim to particular party roles then lads? I'd hate to be a party of 5-6 bards.
Actually that's a lie I'd love that crap, we'd form a band, and tour the world bringing joy to the children.
Actually I vote party of joy bringing bards.
Posted on 2013-06-04 at 16:20:10.
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Topic: Nomachron: recruitment
Subject: df
Firm committing then. Ive been too lazy lately.
I'll roll up as soon as I get the character creation rules. Shaking off this rust.
Posted on 2013-06-04 at 14:34:59.
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Topic: Nomachron: recruitment
Subject: adf
Argh. Gtaaghh. Graaagh. Why do you do this when I have no time.
I want to commit.
I'll try to commit.
If you'll take me count me in.
Posted on 2013-06-04 at 03:25:40.
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Topic: Returning to the throne of DM...
Subject: dasf
I wish I wasn't swamped. I'll be reading in what time off I have. Salmon. That's a fish.
Posted on 2013-05-12 at 08:48:12.
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