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Topic: Dragon Lance Movie
Subject: I Disagree with all
I watched the Dragonlance movie tonight and I have to say I liked it as it stayed very close to the 1st book and the movie's ending left it open for the next two books in the series.
I do have to say I wish it would have been live action but as the Dragonlance trilogy was the second series of novels(After LOTR) that I read that got me into AD&D and awakened my love of the Fantasy Genre the movie was ok by me.
Little known fact my avatar name Tann'Talas is a combination of Tanis's human and Elvin names as he was my favorite character with Kitiara a close second. 
Posted on 2008-02-03 at 07:10:21.
Edited on 2008-02-03 at 07:12:33 by TannTalas
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Under the Knife??
For what??..... Oh wait my bad they finally realized your crazed right.... Need to replace that ole Lance Brain huh.... About D**n time too running us all over this crazy night city place. For god's sake you must think we are players in a fantasy game or something....Oh Wait....Hmmm... Ok my bad WE ARE players in a fantasy game...NVM.
But seriously Brom be careful and though you won't be posting at least let us know that everything went ok.
Posted on 2008-02-01 at 01:54:10.
Edited on 2008-02-01 at 01:56:10 by TannTalas
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: A Tender Moment
The Metalstrom – Upper East Side – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 3:25am
At the bar, Croaker and Bull’s Eye having found out to the growling dismay of their stomachs, that no food was available nursed their beers and waited for Scarface’s return. Hours seemed like days as both he and Bull’s Eye sat at the bar then Croaker finally caught sight of Scarface pushing through the crowd followed by Hightower.
“All right, Choombattas,” Scarface said as he drew close, addressing the two of them. “It’s been decided that we’ll help you get rid of the vehicle as a favor to Bull’s Eye, and we’ll set you up in a safehouse for one day due to the information you’ve provided us. The Council is appreciative. Where are these other two you’re wanting to bring along?”
“So no new wheels or restock, ok no problem, anything of ours left in the van just bring to wherever you stash us. Oh one more thing tell your Council that I have more information for them if they want to hear it, information that could help your club out in a big way. If you’re Council wants a meet with me before the 24 is up you know where I will be. As to the other two, as you call them, they are right over there.”
Scarface nodded and then turned to the stairs. “Follow me, an’ bring your friends.”
Croaker caught Firewind’s eye and motioned for Peacekeeper and he to follow them as Scarface lead them upstairs to the second floor. Within a few minutes Scarface had led them back through the crowd to a steel door that was banged up and scratched to no end. Pulling a key from his pocket, the ganger opened the door and led the others through. Once inside, they were met by a set of five steps, up these and they found themselves in a sparsely furnished flat with very little insulation from the sound.
“This is it, Choomba,” Scarface turned and held his hands out. “Home, sweet home, for the next twenty-four hours that is. If you leave, lock up. You can usually find one of the Brawlers in the club, but it closes down around six and don’t open again until three, so if you decide to leave before it opens then leave the key at the bar downstairs, under the under the register. Sweet dreams, Hombre.”
That said, the two gangers left the four of them to themselves, and as they moved into the room a quick scan by both he and Peacekeeper telling them it was clear, they stored their gear and then Croaker turned to Firewind.
“Keahi as you have the most Euro of all of us make a quick run to the nearest Stuffer Shack and get us some food for the next 24, Colton go with him to cover his back. Be back here as soon as you can. Knock twice, then three times, then once more to let us know it‘s you”
Croaker watched as the two of them left and the relocked the door behind them moving to the small bed he sat down upon its edge and for the first time all night he breathed out a tired but relaxed breath.
(OOC: Next part is in collaboration with Cdnflirt)
“You ok lover” Jaimy asked dropping her Peacekeeper persona as she sat down beside him.
“Yeah it’s you I’m more worried about, how’s the wound, you in pain.” Richard reached over to gently touch the bandaged area as he asked.
“Yeah a little but its bearable could use a few 800mg ibuprofen though” She smiled to let him know not to worry but knowing him as she did no matter what she said he would still worry. Underneath his bullheaded bluster and gruff, blunt way he was a very gentle soul caught in a tough life, first with his tribe, and now on the streets.
“So Mall Plex girl you’re a bounty hunter huh, never would have pictured you as one Jaimy, how long.”
“Long time, before we met, I never told you because I was afraid of how you would have reacted to it.”
With a gentle smile, Richard raised his hand to her face and caressed it, longing in the feeling of her skin on his.
“You know me so well don’t you, yeah I would have blown a gasket knowing you were running the shadows like me. I love you Jaimy more then anyone I have ever known to lose you...”
Reaching for him before he could finish the statement Jaimy drew him close to her, both arms around him holding him tight.
“I know lover me too but I was hunting before I met you and it’s what I do, it’s in my blood. Not to brag but I am good, really good, you saw how I handled myself, if I was just Peacekeeper and not Jaimy would you say different.”
Richard leaned back and took hold of Jaimy’s face gently with both hands and looked at her with yet another tired smile.
“No your good, better then me maybe, but that’s not the point, I just wish you were back at the apt safe and not here with me. Knowing you were back there waiting for me to come home would have been great motivation to get out of this alive.”
Returning the favor she too took his face in her hands and leaned in to kiss him, the first one they had shared since he had left the apt early yesterday.
“I know but at least this way, whatever or whomever comes for us, we can face them together as a team knowing there is at least one person who will cover the others back no matter what. I love you Richard more then any man I have ever loved before and right now there is no time or place I would rather be then here, now, by your side to live or die.”
A determined look came into Croakers eyes as the Nomad was back once more if but only for a moment.
“Know this baby I will do whatever it takes, ally with whoever I need to, Jack, the Brawlers, hell Spiffy too, to get all of us out of this alive. But you and Bull’s Eye are my number one priority in that department. No matter what family comes first”
Without a word Jaimy leaned over to once again kiss this man she so loved and with that kiss Croaker the Nomad was gone and once again Richard was in his place.
The kiss continued and soon turned into gentle caresses, both of them longing for a minute of peace. The bed was their safe house, their bodies molded together in a tight loving fit. Soft moans of pleasure escaped the lips of both, to be lost in the sounds of metal, as the band below them played their last rifts. Two bodies for a moment in time becoming one as passion rose to a final threshold then was crossed to leave both tired, energy spent, on the verge of passing out, but happy. Together they lay there just two ordinary people, a man and a women deeply in love, the Nomad and the Bounty Hunter part of their lives for the moment forgotten. Soon Richard was fast asleep, Jaimy watching over him, her fingers gently playing through his hair, as she waited for the others to return...
The Metalstrom – Upper East Side – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 6:15am
Posted on 2008-01-30 at 07:32:39.
Edited on 2008-01-30 at 07:42:55 by TannTalas
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: OK cool
I will have a post up tonight but it will be just the first part of a bigger post.
One last question whats our ammo status at the present time I know at the Hole I fired at least half a Mag of SMG rounds and 1 Gren. I should have 2 Grens left but I would like to get a full update for everyone with me at the Metalstrom.
Posted on 2008-01-28 at 21:29:15.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Yet 3 more Questions LOL
Ok by your timeline its 5:40am and you said the club closes at 6 is that am or pm I am assuming am as the club is still open.
Do we have enough time to send some one out for food, like fast food from a stuffer shack or a something akin to that.
Do we if one of us stays inside the club have the ability to unlock the club doors, after the club is closed, to let the others back in.
Posted on 2008-01-28 at 15:07:33.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Question on the Food Issue
As none of the 4 in the Metalstrom have eaten can we come and go for the next 24 hours as we please, or are we restricted to only the room until we have to leave.
Posted on 2008-01-28 at 02:14:27.
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Topic: What kind of new game should I run?
Subject: Wait Confused
You say Guilding Light is close to over??
We have hardly played the game and only had 1-2 fights and its already almost over your kidding rt??
I am not sure how I feel about that, not happy for sure.
And also Cold too hell we just started that one too
Posted on 2008-01-25 at 22:05:17.
Edited on 2008-01-25 at 22:15:03 by TannTalas
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Ok Clarifaction needed
Ok just want to make sure Val even though we talked in PM, Draven did NOT accept the Ring of Protection from Malius as you did not state that in your post.
Hell you never stated anything about Malius's offer of it in your post kinda feel I got blown off.
Posted on 2008-01-24 at 18:28:14.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: I must say awesome!! LOL
I think since the game was restarted on the new Inn after the "crash" that this is the first time that all the active players in the game have posted between your posts Brom. Lets hope we can keep this up.
Also Brom I noticed that Draker's character is not listed on the first page and that Logan is still listed as a player.
Ok never mind I was bored so I went ahead and added Draker and dropped Bulls Eye down to the NPC list.
Hope that's ok.
Posted on 2008-01-24 at 13:29:46.
Edited on 2008-01-24 at 13:37:19 by TannTalas
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Why do I love thee, let me show you the ways LOL
Ok My post is up, tyhanks to Brom for his help in fast tracking the convo.
Brom just two questions and please don't laugh, was Bulls Eye's "Old Goat" referance to me and if so was that a referance to my being head of Security for the Family when we all were together??
Posted on 2008-01-24 at 00:42:19.
Edited on 2008-01-24 at 00:42:50 by TannTalas
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: The Metalstrom
Night City – Upper East Side- March, Friday 13th, 2020, 3:20am
As Bulls Eye and Croaker quickly crossed the street, both were alert, looking for any sign that they had been followed or an ambush set. Both Nomads easily reached the club’s doors without any problems and moved inside.
Within a few moments Bulls Eye had spotted and pointed out two men over by the main bar and as they moved towards them, both men clearly having seen the two Nomads, Croaker brought up the rear letting Bulls Eye take the lead.
“I’m lookin’ for Crusader,” Bull’s Eye barks as they draw near, holding his hands up so that they can see he isn’t threatening.
“What fer?” the Hispanic snarls. The conversation was drawing some attention from those nearby.
“I’m a friend of his. Knew him inside. Name’s Bull’s Eye.”
“So.”
“So, he said to look him up when I got out. I’m out, and I’m lookin’ him up. You gonna tell me where he is, or am I gonna have t’ tell him that you and Black Mamba here were less than friendly to a friend of the Brawlers?” It was a gamble, but Colton didn’t like the attention they were getting and time was running out.
“Crusader’s dead, Choomba,” the black fellow growled. “An’ he never mentioned you.”
Bull’s Eye frowned. That was bad news. He’d liked Crusader, despite the man’s disillusioned views on public service. “He’ll be missed. What about Cleansweep? Chevy? Toronto Jim? Melbourne? Jury Duty? Pigeon—?”
“All right, Choombatta,” the Hispanic pushed away from the bar. “So you know some of my brothers; what of it?”
Colton stepped forward too, holding up a hand to keep Croaker back. Untucking his t-shirt, Bull’s Eye lifted it up to reveal his tattooed torso. The Hispanic and black fellow both studied the skin art with narrowed eyes before the Hispanic gave a nod and flashed a couple of hand signals. Colton replied with similar signals, dropping his shirt back around his waist.
“Name’s Scarface,” the Hispanic said, pointing at his ugly scar as though he were using a barrel of a handgun with his two fingers. “This here is Hightower, but he ain’t no funny man, comprenda?”
“Si,” Colton said. “This here’s Croaker. He’s a brother of mine from the Family. Look, Scarface, I ain’t gonna beat around the bush no more. We’re in a fix and could use some help.”
“What kinda help?” Scarface wasn’t letting loose of his suspicions just yet.
“My brother can explain it a bit better.” Bull’s Eye motioned Croaker forward.
Croaker moved slightly forward knowing he was taking a real risk by approaching these Booster’s about the Biotechnica situtation. What choice did him and the others have, at this point very little, so instead of trying to bluff his way with half truths he came right to the point.
”My tribe brother’s right, we are in a load of s**t due to a botched run and need a place to hide for a day or so, till we can find a way to hit back at the Corp who hired us but now wants us dead.
The Fixer who took the job and gave it to us is also on the chopping block and is looking for just that way for us to hit back and walk away from this alive and will hopefully be calling soon.”
Croaker paused here to give Scarface a chance to reply.
The booster's gruesome visage turned more sour by the second. When Croaker had finished the first portion of what was likely going to be a tough negotiation, Scarface turned his attention to Bull's Eye.
"You bring trouble of that size to our house, Choombatta? An' you expec' us to just cover up your mess?" The ganger shook his head in disbelief while Hightower chuckled, equally incredulous.
"The trouble's big, sure enough, but I never zigged on Crusader when it was big inside, or any of the others. Hell! My family and your brothers--we was tight in the Big House, and now you're gonna disrespect the Old Goat of my family by treating him like an Outsider?" Bull's Eye shot back indignantly.
"It ain't like that, Roller. Just this is big, an' there could be a log of hurt comin' down on the Brawlers for being all Saint-like." Scarface shook his head. "A day, or so? That it? Just a place for the two of you to crash while your fixer buddy get's the data?"
Croaker knew than that there was a better possibility of help now then when they had first walked in though Bulls Eye and he were still on shaky ground. Still determined to show no weakness or fear he also needed to show respect to this Scarface.
“Your right Scarface bringing this too your club is trouble, big trouble and could bring down a world of hurt on all of us but then who said life was easy, hell if it was, we would never have any fun. My brother and I and two others need a place to hide for a day, two, maybe three days max, we need a new set of wheels, you can cut up our old ride and sell the pieces and a look at possibly some of your hardware to restock our own. But I do not come to your door empty handed I can bring you a number of things, the first is information…. May I”
A small pause as Croaker made a move closer to the bar, placing his back to it. As he did so he at once took in Peacekeeper and Firewind sitting at a table close to the entrance door.
“Now I don’t know what your relationship to the Wild Things is but I know your territories are next to each other, so here’s my first bit of information. Stallion’s dead, the Wild Things for the moment are leaderless and could be easy pickings if the Brawlers wanted to expand.”
Again Croaker paused and waited for a response hoping his info was not already known to Scarface and the rest of the Brawlers. He knew from years of running the streets that, no matter what, a Booster gang was always looking to expand their territory. The bigger the area of control, the more money from shops, sales of drugs on the street, and a bigger recruitment area.
With the Wild Things leaderless no matter the Brawlers relationship the opportunity to grow bigger would be a tempting prize.
"I knew there'd be more." Scarface shook his head and glanced over at Hightower. Something silent obviously passed between them before he turned his attention back to the two nomads. "Look, I'm not the spokesman for the Brawlers--Hell, don't even hold no rank--but I can pass on your needs, Choomba. Hell, the Council might even decide it's worth it jus' to deal with those cocky sumbitches, the Wild Things once an' for all.
"Stick 'round, Rollers. Enjoy the music, get some SMASH, throw a few punches. I'll be back as soon as I can."
“No problem we will be right here, oh not trying to tell you what to do but ya might want to send a friend or two across the street to pick up our van and get rid of it. it’s a sure bet its on a good number of hot sheets.”
Handing Scarface the keys Croaker turned to the bar.
“Let me get a beer for me and my friend and what’s ya got on the menu?”
With the last of his money he paid for the two beers and waited for a menu or some type of food listing. It had been awhile since he and Bulls Eye had eaten and now was as good a time as any to chow down. Only thing with him being tapped out his tribe brother would have to pay the bill for the food. After relaying this to Bulls Eye and their food ordered it became a waiting game.
Looking at Peacekeeper and Firewind through the corner of his eye he could see that they too had ordered food and for the moment were secure at their table. So far so good but he was not going to let down his guard until the deal was done and they were for the time being safely underground.
The Metalstrom – Upper East Side – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 3:40am
Posted on 2008-01-24 at 00:33:22.
Edited on 2008-01-24 at 00:37:48 by TannTalas
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: God I love you LOL you gave me the best laugh in a good while. :)
Ok what the Waitress is saying when she asked you "whats your sign" is she is refering to your Astrological sign as in RL you are a Pisces.
Its sometimes as in this instance used as a cheap pick up line. The waitress likes you by your looks and is trying to see if the interest is mutual.
As far as her asking you "Whats your poison" she is asking what do you want to drink, like a soda, a beer, whiskey shot ect....
Ahhh the innocence of youth ~sigh~
Also just to let everyone know Brom and I are working out the meeting between Bulls Eye, Croaker and the two Brawlers in PM and I will post as soon as its done or gunfire breaks out.
Posted on 2008-01-22 at 18:05:20.
Edited on 2008-01-22 at 18:14:33 by TannTalas
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Well here's what ya do
If Draker is really out do what I do go among other people that you have gamed with or have gamed with in the past and ask if they want to join.
Posted on 2008-01-20 at 20:11:19.
Edited on 2008-01-20 at 20:13:04 by TannTalas
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Oh yeah
He was not with the main party was he I forgot, see how bad my memory is and no one believes me when I tell them that 
Posted on 2008-01-20 at 18:01:15.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Y no Replacement
If I may ask the above??
Posted on 2008-01-20 at 17:43:22.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: As Far as Draker
I have seen him on a few times like today and I have tried to PM him about the game every time and I have yet to get a response so we may have to sadly write him off.
Posted on 2008-01-20 at 17:13:08.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Party Races
Both are Human I am Sylvari like yourself and the rest of the party are Dwarves.
Comes out to
2 Elves (Including you)
2 Humans
4 Dwarves
For a party of 8 but not sure about Vidar as he has no player at this time and that could drop us down to 7 players, 3 of which would be dwarves.
The character Names, class and Race are all posted on the first page under the mural
Posted on 2008-01-20 at 17:08:42.
Edited on 2008-01-20 at 17:11:11 by TannTalas
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: You are really no FUN!!!
      
Posted on 2008-01-20 at 09:49:09.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Maybe just a little
Yeah well considering the other thing I told you as far as the future storyline it was time.
So do I now get the Magical +5 Vorpal sword of Demon Slaying for my good post?? 
Oh and I did change the wording as far as the ring thingi is concerned.
Posted on 2008-01-20 at 09:44:28.
Edited on 2008-01-20 at 09:46:26 by TannTalas
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Whateverrr (Hand up in air with thumb down)
Ok so I will change it geez ya only pick out the bad parts. Never tell us if the post is good or not....
Posted on 2008-01-20 at 09:39:15.
Edited on 2008-01-20 at 09:39:53 by TannTalas
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: First meeting
Malius was in high spirits his shopping having gained him a few needed magical items and the knowledge of those he carried. The best of those was the black armor he now wore; somehow he felt the color fit him.
With the shopping over he mounted his warhorse once again and rode out to meet Draven and await the rest of the party once again.
Pulling up next to him he thought of the best way to approach the human fighter. After what seemed like a long silence between the two Malius addressed him straight forward.
“Draven, I seem to have found a Ring of Magical Protection that I cannot use. I thought perhaps you might have a use for it.”
Holding it out to him Malius waited for the Draven to take it from him.
( The ring is +1, If he does not take it I will put it away for now)
With the party together once again each having spent their time shopping, or clearly in the case of Gothard and his master in a tavern somewhere, the party was once again ready to continue their journey to the Chakran Mountains.
They left the city behind them fast; having improved their speed now they traveled on horseback. Only a few minutes on the road, they were halted by a young Sylvari man on a slender horse. He wore the loose but official clothing of the messengers they had seen running around in Istalindir, and in his hand was a letter.
“I’m glad I found you. I have a message for you, but I couldn’t find you in the city. I thought you already left. I’m glad I came back.”
He handed the letter to them and took off. Its contents were clear:
Dear friends,
Matters are far more serious than we thought. I took my findings from the Aratar Barad to have them investigated. It seems that the trees drawn by the sages of the tower are infected trees that are what’s changing the animals in our forest. A cure has been found, but I need your assistance in taking down the biggest of trees. You’ve dealt with the affects of the trees before and with success. Come to Hith Elee, a small town, on your way to the Chakran Mountains. The Sylvari Empire will reward you greatly for your service.
Lady Quilanday
After a small discussion, with Malius less then thrilled at having to once again deal with a Bladesinger, the group agreed to comply with her request, reasoning that it would not take them far from their path, would be the heroic thing to do, would bring them some more money, or whatever reason would make any of them interested. They set their course slightly more south-east, and continued their trip.
The forest flashed by quickly now, the devastation that was raging in the once quiet woods was visible throughout their journey. With night fall they camped and once more, the night was a haunted one. As Malius stood his watch he could hear strange noises beyond the campsite, what seemed as if light footfalls through the mist. At one point the Sylvari Ranger swore he had seen the shadow of a skulking creature, but on second glance it was gone. Upon the change of the watch Malius relayed all that he had heard or thought seen and his thought that the companions were clearly being watched, but never throughout the night harmed or disturbed.
The following morning brought an early rise. Two hours later they arrived at their destination: Hith Elee. They were greeted by a druid, who called to them from a tree. He told them that a Bladesinger Lady had arrived the night before, and was staying at the Solanis Paean Inn.
A little later they were sitting in the common room of the Sylvari establishment, while the innkeeper brought their wine. It was a small inn, but comfortable and welcoming. The walls were filled with woodcarvings of many types of wood and shape. Below the stairs leading up stood a young horse, alive and well, glancing at them, but focused on the next floor.
Hith Elee was a small town, slightly bigger and more populated than Birch-Root had been. The innkeeper had told them the Bladesinger was getting ready. When she finally came down, it was not the Lady Quilanday, but a young slip of a Sylvari girl wearing a chain mail shirt and outfitted with a short bow, a longsword and a pair of daggers, one looking to be made of silver.
She was tall for a Sylvari, taller than even Malius at 5‘4“, and slender as a willow, yet as she moved to examine the young white stallion that for some reason was, inside the Inn rather then in the town‘s stable, muscles rippled under her fair skin where it showed. Her silver hair was braided back and hung down her back to her waist and along with the chain shirt she was dressed in tones of gray with matching boots.
As Malius watched her he could not help but admire the girl for even among Sylvari she would be considered a beauty, as she turned to fully look at them his breath caught in his throat at her full beauty. Yet he also could see her youthfulness, for a Sylvari, she was only a teenager, and that fact did not match up with her supposed calling. Every Bladesinger he had known including his lost love, Mira’elan, were not teenagers but experienced blade wielders and warriors who had to meet very stringent prerequisites before earning the title of Bladesinger and this young girl, though incredibly beautiful, was in no way a Bladesinger.
The frown of disbelief on his face was still there as her eyes met his and for the first time Malius saw beyond her youth. There was something behind those eyes that spoke of hardship and loss, a wariness of many roads traveled, of lives taken, and sadness at being alone. This was no naïve young girl for sure but one who perhaps knew the hardships of the road. Malius could only think to himself that mayhap for some reason the Council of Bladesingers at Megilindar Nost had granted her the title for some heroic deed.
“Good morning, I am El…, the Lady Elessarae Isiliri. Excuse me, the last 4 days have taken a toll on my mind, I was sent north to join a group of adventurers, I hope you are them.”
Just then the white stallion chose to bump her as if telling the girl not to forget him, with a first smile for both the horse and party, she introduced him.
“And this is Moon Shadow, also called Comrade. He is my ward.”
The first of the party to respond was Geim who offered the girl a seat at the table where the companions now sat.
“Sit yourself down lass there is some extra room, for you, but not your ward. Then you can tell us more so we be understanding it better.”
Yet as was his nature Thondrek too spoke up, but not so much in greeting as in getting something for nothing.
"Well if the Lady be kind enough buy the next round, she can happ'ly have me chair, and the floor ta speak her case."
As the girl, or as she had named herself Elessarae, took a seat at the table she first replied to Thondrek and included a question all in the same breath.
"If you are the group heading to the Chakran Mountains I would wish to have enough money to buy you drinks, but circumstances have left me with limited funds, and I have a distance to go yet and may be forced to sing for my board and bed. Are you the group headed to the Chakran Mountains?"
"Aye, that be us," Geim pipes up while giving a stern look to Thondrek. "Just sit yourself down and I'll be buying you your first drink." I am Geimiedehfer, Cleric to Kharox, at your service. These are my companions, though they can introduce themselves while I get back to my drink, after I order yours.”
Geim motions the tavern serving girl over.
"Bring what she wants will ye?"
As the rest of the party moved to introduce themselves the Sylvari Ranger hung back allowing the others to go first. With no ale or food in front of him he continued to watch the Sylvari girl before them gauging her reactions as the others introduced themselves. For some reason, as yet unnamed, Malius felt a hesitation to introduce himself, he tried to blame it on his wariness of Bladesingers, watching Mira’elan leave on an ordered ‘quest’ then to find out she had died on said ‘quest’. But somehow it was more then even that an inner hesitation in no way related to rational thought. For now the Sylvari Ranger would remain quiet lest his voice relay this inner nervousness.
When the others had finished their introductions then he would tell her his name.
Posted on 2008-01-20 at 04:56:37.
Edited on 2008-01-20 at 09:41:58 by TannTalas
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Hey good looking
Miss WOW I am pleased to inform you that as of last night my post is up.
Posted on 2008-01-16 at 16:37:37.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: A Hopeful meeting
Night City – Lower West Side- March, Friday 13th, 2020, 3:00am
As he moved towards the back to once again sit by Jaimy’s side Croaker was stopped by Bulls Eye hand handing his phone back.
“Won’t do no good, Croaker,” Bull’s Eye said, returning the phone to him.
“I’ve got no cell number for the boosters. I know their stomping grounds though, so I’ll steer us that way, only…it takes us back into the same area—roughly—as the Wild Things’ turf. Not the safest place to be right now I’d wager. What’s left of the Wild Things are likely in a real pissy mood. As far as the two gangs getting along or not, I haven't got a clue. Wasn't many Wild Things in the joint. The Brawlers didn't have much interaction with them there.”
“Your right I was hoping the two clubs were not friends, my enemy my friend cliché, but still what choice do we have at this point. Take us there and then we will decide our next steps.” Croaker replied taking his phone and sitting by Peacekeeper, both resting on the other.
Within a short time they came to a stop and once again Bulls Eye spoke, his voice as if a growl, clearly tensed up.
“We’re here”
Croaker giving Jaimy’s hand a good squeeze moved up front to peer out the van’s front window.
“That’s the Metalstrom”
Bulls Eye said, pointing across the street just as an old Buick chopped to look like something out of Mad Max rolled by. The building to which he was referring was a large, brick ensemble with a gaudy neon sign that flashed the name of the place. The structure swept the whole of the block and rose up a menacing five stories. There were windows, but no glass. Metal sheets covered the windows, dented and scarred, slick with rainwater, and very uninviting.
“The Brawlers own this block,” Colton continued. “They’re the law here from what I was told in the slammer. The Metalstrom is their hangout, but it ain’t for the weak of heart. The Joe that I met inside told me that it is a chromer hangout; loud music, violence, the works, but it’s here that we’re going to find the Back Alley Brawlers.”
Bull’s Eye turned to Croaker and raised his eyebrows.
“If you want to continue this course, that is.”
“Well anyone got any better idea’s I am all ears.”
(Assuming no one has one)
Ok here’s the plan, Bulls Eye, you and I go in and make first contact. You say they know of you, so you do the intro then once we talk to the head guy, or his second, I will present our ‘case’ so to speak. Peacekeeper, Firewind after say 5-6 minutes follow us in but do not join us, get a table and try to stay as unnoticed as possible, order a drink, food whatever. Until we get a deal done your our backup if things go down bad, ok weapons check.”
Quickly popping out the clip from his Armalite he checked the magazines load, replaced it, then did the same with the MPK.
“Ok I have my .44 and SMG, Peacekeeper you have your Automag and the second SMG, Bulls Eye you still got that Constitution heavy pistol I gave you besides your Comanche right.”
(Assuming he says yes)
“Well then Firewind that leaves the Hurricane shotgun with you, besides your personal, if you can’t hide it under your duster then use the bag there on the floor. Just remember it’s a room sweeper so if ya got to use it be sure we are nowhere near.”
Croaker said the last with a tone of amusement and a smile to try to ease the building tension. Looking to Bulls Eye Croaker made his way to the van’s rear doors.
“Let’s get this show on the road shall we.”
Streets of Night City – Lower West Side – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 3:18am
Posted on 2008-01-16 at 05:18:07.
Edited on 2008-01-23 at 18:47:46 by TannTalas
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Time to leave the female rider is annoying me LOL
"The enemies attack was thwarted," speaks the woman, looking about her. "The warning we got enabled us to set up our defenses. Then somehow the Orc's and Goblins' attack went to Hell in a Hand basket. It seems that the war bands on the left side were under manned. The battle was soon over and we were able to catch a major part of the army and surround them. After that it was an every tightening circle of death until the vast majority was dead. Now we are just running down the stragglers."
"That is because part of the left flank is here," Lorae says pointing about the glade. "We drew them off hoping to lessen the number of attackers."
The woman looks at Lorae and the others now joining the tall female and the Dwarf.
The Rider looks about as it counting, that back to Lorae. "There is over 3 score I can count."
"It was closer to 4 score, but some are wrapped in vegetation."
The Rider look to the 7 comrades, she looks around as if searching for others. "Certainly this is not all of your company”
Highnar had stayed quiet till this point happy to let the others once again do the talking. But again the riders tone of voice irked him.
“Again lass canna ya not see they be only 7 of us standing here. Them’s Goblins be dead and you’re left flank be secure dueing to us. Ya should be thanking us instead of questioning what we be saying.”
Before Highnar could continue Brianna beat him to it as the dwarf took a deep breath.
"Certainly it is all of us, which includes three fine swords wielders, a mighty axe man, two fine bowmen, our magic using priest and also we had the help of several war horses, two bears, two celestial hounds and a currently missing dragonette. That is our company. Also we had a good plan too. That made all the difference. Well, if you point us in the right directions we shall make our way to the village that has been rescued.”
Turning to Highnar Brianna spoke next to him.
"All in all a fine battle, and now I wouldn't be mind finding a tavern for a drink and a meal. This fighting gives me a powerful urge to eat and drink. Eh! Hghnar, my friend. What say you to my paying for the first round of drinks?"
“Ah lass I never be turning down a drink from a friend and fine looking lass as you be, lead on”
The dwarf turned to find the cantankerous horse which was his ride was once again near him. With a clear grimace he turned once again to Brianna a frown upon his face.
“Ah lass would ya be helping me back upon this hell beasts back?”
"C'mon Highnar let me get you boosted up on your horse. Lorae can take care of us both then."
Brianna helping Highnar to sit once again in the saddle then turned look at Lorae.
"Highnar and I could use some of your healing Lorae. We were both hit a couple of times. It is not too bad but it would be better with it if the fighting continues."
With that declared Lorea did indeed heal them and with all the new magical items gathered once again they would need a ‘pow wow’ to sort these and the other left over items out and either claim them or sell them as the case might be if no one wanted any of the rest.
Posted on 2008-01-16 at 05:13:50.
Edited on 2008-01-16 at 05:14:46 by TannTalas
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Come to think of it, Brom
You also never answered Croaker's question to Bulls Eye if The Brawlers were friends or enemies of the Wild Things.
I could use that info for my post tonight.
Posted on 2008-01-15 at 20:00:46.
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