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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: Fire Teams
After the incident on the scram jet Staff Sergeant Kane was quite happy to find himself once again on solid ground. Though he did not have an aversion to flying or to jumping out of a perfectly good airplane, he much prevered a human pilot then a computer.
With their arrival at the forward base they were met by a Major and handed two new troopers.
“LT with your permission I will form the eight of us into two, 4 man fire teams fire team A under your direct command fire team B under my direct command with you of course in overall command..
Fire team A will consist of you sir, W/O Blake, PFC Pearson and Cpl Hatherford.
Fire team B will consist of myself, Sgt Lee, Cpl Hart and Cpl Johannsen.
Unless you want a change on personal assigned to each team, I will go ahead and let them know and go over an equipment check on the two new men.”
(OOC: If no objection I will set them all up and make sure the new troopers are squared away.)
Posted on 2007-10-10 at 14:53:31.
Edited on 2007-10-24 at 18:47:18 by TannTalas
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Short post
Malius saw his arrow hit and lodge itself in the mutant Bear’s shoulder to seemingly no effect. His bow raised yet again and seeing its attention focused on the Bladesinger he aimed his next two shots for the Bear’s head.
(Ok Almerin don’t I get 2 shots per round??)
Posted on 2007-10-09 at 10:09:52.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Ok Question
In my post I told Firewind to forget about Mery Deth and to check out our wounds but I did not at that time see the above Q/A post.
So was he able to do so and do I leave that in my post or do I edit it as such taking that part of my post out??
Posted on 2007-10-08 at 11:49:41.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Sorry for the mostly copy / paste post
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:55am
“Hello? It’s Croaker. We have the package, but there’s been a complication…”
”An’ wot might that be?”
“She’s dead.”
”Hmm. Thought the deal was, no ‘arm t’ the bird, an’ the lot o’ ya get paid. If ya go’ the bird shot—“
“Multiple brain aneurisms.”
”You don’ say…”
“Still headed for the meet as we were told at this time. Any new instructions?”
There was momentary silence on the other end, then,
“No. Keep on, lad. We’ll meet.”
the line went dead at that point leaving the sounds of the storm to dominate the minds of everyone inside. Closing the cell phone he gave it back to Peacekeeper and knowing it was pretty obvious to all that he and Jaimy were a couple he wrapped her into his arms for a quick hug.
“Ok the meet is still on but not sure if we are gonna be welcomed or taken out so here’s how we play it.
Preacher, Guardian your gonna be fire support with Peacekeeper and myself going out to parley. You’ll be using the Grenade launcher Smg’s from her and I, I have 2 Concussion grens left, she has 3. Once we are out of the van, cover us and if things go bad left’em fly as we will for damn sure be outnumbered.
BullsEye same as before keep the engine running and be ready for a fast exit if needed and keep an eye out for any hidden hostiles.
Spiff, Scribe all I need from you two is to stay out of the way and once at the meet stay quiet. Keep your guns handy for we may need them but overall just stay chill.
Now Firewind as the ‘Package’ is dead I need you to forget about her for the moment and start medicating us, worst to least wounded. Let’s play this out and see what happens next.”
As Firewind tended to their wounds Croaker for the moment leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Feeling Jaimy’s head on his shoulder for a moment, the adrenalin died down, he tried to catch a few moments of sleep.
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, The Meet, 1:10am
Finding the warehouse where they were to meet wasn’t difficult. The large loading bay door was open, light spilling into the storm. Four men in long, black armored trench coats carrying heavy submachine guns stood at the mouth and as BullsEye slowly pulled the vehicle up to them Croaker moved to the front and he let all the others in the van know what was up.
“Four men, armored, heavy Smg’s”
It was then that all in the van could clearly see three slivers of red laser lights passing through the windshield and finding a home as dots of red light on BullsEyes chest and forehead. Then the fourth man detached himself from the other three and calmly walked up to the driver’s side window and motioned for BullsEye to lower it. Before the man could say anything, Croaker moved quickly, placing himself as much as possible between BullsEye and the laser sights, with his hands in plain view.
“We’re here with the bird.”
The trench coated man was thick through the jaw, mustached with a thick rake of black hair beneath his nose, and narrow, beady eyes. His head was bald and currently receiving a pelting massage from the rain. As he eyed Croaker the nomad could tell he was cybered at least in the left eye as tiny digital readouts ran across it for a quick moment, it was a good bet that was not the only cyber the guy had installed. A moment later the guy then nodded as he stepped back and motioned the van inside.
As Croaker now in the passenger seat watched he saw that interior of the warehouse was stacked with crates and steel shipping containers. Every so often another of these black-clad soldiers motioned the van down another aisle, or around a corner, until they were well within the belly of the structure. The overhead lights were hung by twenty-foot stretches of long inch-thick chain—large upside down troughs of fluorescent lights that cast a sickly yellow glow over the valley that lay hidden within the mountains of crates. Within that valley rested three vehicles: a large, black, SUV with tinted windows, and two black sedans the type very wealthy individuals have chauffeured. There were ten more of these black-clad soldiers with their submachine guns waiting in a semi-circle in front of the vehicles, and as the van slowed to a stop just inside the clearing. Croaker turned his head so his voice would carry into the back
“Ok looks like we got anywhere from 15 to 20 armored guns inside, and the 4 outside by the entrance. Preacher, Guardian as discussed keep eyes open, we may need the cover fire.”
He turned back as BullsEye came to a stop and saw the doors of one of the sedans open
and out stepped Piper still wearing his ratty old fedora hat, a leather jacket with an American Flag on the shoulder, and a cigarette dangling from his lips. He stepped aside just enough to allow the equally domineering Springed-Heel Jack to rise from the back seat wearing jeans and a bomber’s jacket—completely out of place with the luxury and high-class of the vehicles and soldiery.
Croaker and Peacekeeper as per the plan both moved out of the van from its side door, and headed towards the two men, with Preacher up to take his place in the passenger seat.
“Where’s the bird?”
“In the back, this way.”
Croaker motioned towards the van. The four made their way over to it with an air of confidence that spoke volumes for The Piper’s ability. At a motion from the infamous fixer, Croaker lifted the back door and sent it rolling upward, revealing the bloody scene to his employer for the first time.
The next few minutes went by quickly and it became clear that they were at the moment in no danger of an ambush. With Spring-Heeled Jack and Firewind in discussion it was decided that they all would follow the fixer to a new location.
With everyone again in the van and the rest of Spring-Heeled Jack’s muscle fading into the back ground BullsEye followed the black sedan.
The trip took them across town to the city’s college district where they followed Spring-Heeled Jack up the deserted streets and down some service alleys to the back of a large, looming structure made of red brick and white cement blocks. Finally the two vehicles stopped at a loading dock with a ramp and a side door. Once again, the Piper was the first out, scanning their surroundings before allowing Springed-Heel Jack to step into the rain. Two men in black trench coats made their way to the back of the van and said nothing as they rolled a blanket out and made to move Merry Deth’s corpse onto the rough wool. All the while, those in the van could see Springed-Heel Jack and The Piper make their way to the service door, knock, and then knock again.
The door opened to reveal a man wearing the coveralls of a janitorial staffer. There was brief conversation before the man stepped aside, holding the door open for Springed-Heel and The Piper. The rest of the crew followed, including the two men who now carried the covered body of the bird between them wrapped in the blanket. Most of her blood had drained onto the floor of the van and the bleeding had subsided.
Almost immediately upon entering the yawning halls of the building the smell of cleaning supplies overruns the odor of the storm. Firewind immediately recalled his days at college and the types of rooms they’d all be encountering in this building. The fixer had arranged for him to be able to find the answers. Within short order they were being admitted to a room that required a security card access that the janitor provided. Everyone filed in: Springed-Heel Jack, The Piper, Croaker, Peacekeeper, BullsEye, Firewind, Preacher, DigitalScribe, Guardian, Spiff, and the two men carrying Merry Deth. Though Croaker thought of posting Preacher outside as cover but it was clear that job was taken care of by Jack’s muscle boys. Then they arrived at some type of lab area and the janitor politely excused himself. Springed-Heel Jack turned to Firewind, spreading his arms wide.
“Have at it, Lad. The world is your oyster.”
Firewind like a kid in a candy store went to work on Mery Deth with no hesitation and in just a little over 60 minutes had a verdict of death.
“I was right; it wasn’t the sedative that acted as the catalyst. There was definitely a foreign drug in her system though. I won’t bore you with the breakdown, but this is something that hasn’t hit the market yet.”
“Designer?”
“No. More like a combat drug, though it doesn’t effect the nervous system so much as the synaptic relay.” The tattooed face of the Hawaiian wore a quizzical expression. “Have you heard of the drugs Sixgun, or Boost? Well, amplify the effects those two drugs would have and focus it on the logic center of the brain, the problem-solving center, and the comprehension center, then as near as I can tell, you’ve got this system enhancer.”
“You figured tha’ out in an’ hour’s time usin’ college equipment, Lad? What in the Hell are you doin’ edgerunnin’?”
Firewind paused for a moment, his mouth slightly open before he continued. “Look, it isn’t difficult to tell where the drugs focus lay once I was able to combine the results of my scans with the blood work. The downside is that I only have half the equation. I can tell what the sum of it all is, but I don’t know what made it all work—I don’t have the equation, if you will.”
“But this drug killed the lass, no?”
“Or a combination of drugs yes.” Firewind glanced at the body for a moment. “Though, like I said, this isn’t something that’s on the street as near as I can tell“
“Hey,” Preacher growled from his perch. “If that cocktail made a person smarter, more capable of solving problems, an’ better able t’ comprehend problems; would it make them smart enough t’ the point of organizing the Wild Things t’ where they’d become a problem for megacorps?”
Firewind nodded, slowly at first, then more assuredly. Springed-Heel Jack paused as he considered this, then turned and faced the lot of them, his brow creasing in sudden anger.
So, we’ve go’ ourselves a bit o’ a predicamen’. The contract said t’ deliver the bird by three in the mornin’ unharmed, bu’ the drug—or drugs—she was takin’ killed her ‘fore we could deliver. Folks, we’re the fall guys now, an’ I donna like being the fall guy.”
The statement caused the room to fall silent or a moment before DigitalScribe spoke up using a tone of dawning realization.
“The package was supposed to be delivered unharmed, and instead, she dies of an overdose from an experimental drug. Let me guess; the contract was initiated through crystal palaces and glass buildings? Well, I might be pissing into the wind, but I think ol’ Springed-Heel Jack is onto something here. This is a megacorp trying to get something back and we’ve just stepped into the frackin’ grave they’re going to bury us in to cover this up.”
And with that said here it was that Croaker having dealt with the corporations before in his many years in the shadows, for the first time realized just what they had gotten themselves into.
“Shit you thinking what I am Jack” Croaker asked knowing the answer before it was given.
“Yer friend has hit the proverbial nail upon the head, Lad. I’m thinkin’ that we’re about t’ be fracked from behind without no Vaseline unless we do somethin’ about it first hand. I’m also thinkin’ that we’re no’ about t’ get paid on this one.”
With a sigh, Springed-Heel Jack looked down at his boots and swore silently to himself before looking up at everyone again.
“Every one o’ you are targets now. There’s no doubt about it. I donna know the lot o’ ya as it seems tha’ Croaker and Peacekeeper ‘ad t’ pick up some additional meat t’ replace some that was lost, but the storm ain’t the only thing blowin’ tonight. I’m afraid tha’ unless we take action, we’re all dead.”
“What kind of action?” This from Firewind
“Who is it?” DigitalScribe asked. “Who’s the employer? Arasaka? Biotechnica?”
Biotechnica is who the man works for as near as my sources can tell.”
Jack was taking notice of Scribe’s intuition.
“Now, we can still hold the meet with the contractor as he’s expecting us t’ deliver in…”
Jack glanced at the clock on the wall.
“…thirty minutes a live package. We haven’ relayed the fact tha’ she’s flat lined yet. Tha’ might give us the opportunity t’ grab the bastard an’ figure a way t’ deal with this mess if’n the lot o’ you want a piece o’ that action.”
“Finesse,” Scribe countered. “Yeah, that has finesse written all over it. Look, no offense Mr. Jack, but your organization against Biotechnica? I’m sorry, but isn’t that a bit like you taking on the Mob? If this is a leak—if this is a Biotechnica operation—this corpo has a lot to lose. You think he’ll just roll over and hand you your out? I don’t.”
Croaker’s mind racing a new fact reemerged from the evenings earlier events.
“Ok not sure if this is connected but we had a run in with a pair of cops earlier tonight. They had a warrant out for Peacekeeper on their mobile digireader and it had been placed with them by this Biotechnica place. Now why would they want her?”
Croaker paused
“Ok Jack Peacekeeper and I are in but as I see it we have 3 options open to us after we grab your buyer.
1st we combine forces and take them head on and try to destroy the corp, but that’s a big order and really depends on what type of force multiplier you got Jack with all your connections. The people here in this room, you included Jack, haven’t got the firepower to take a corp head on.
2nd we find something they want more then our heads, we get it and trade it for our lives but again we have to find that something before they find us. For that we gonna need a damn good net runner but I am sure you know more then one.
3rd we all separate, head to new city’s, take what we got and just disappear but in my experience that never works out very well and to be honest I really do not like this option as its harder for 2 people to hide then just one.”
A quick look to Jaimy to let her know he would go nowhere without her by his side.
“So Jack what do ya bring to the table as like you said we are all in this together and we are gonna have to share and share alike....”
Night City University, Medical Education Laboratory, Science Labs Building – Lower West Side – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 2:37am
Posted on 2007-10-08 at 04:01:54.
Edited on 2007-10-08 at 23:37:06 by TannTalas
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Your good
I think posting here was ok Draker once Brom gets a little less busy I'm sure he will contact you. Now as for the characters open check the first page of this thread they are listed there.
Posted on 2007-10-03 at 05:53:47.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Its Ok Cdnflirt
The game will pick up we just need to recruit a few players for vacant spots.
Hey if you know anyone that would like to play send them to Brom I try to do that all the time as I love this game and its my favorite of the games I am in at this moment.
So see if you know some people as will I and we can fill the empty spaces in our minds... (Pink Floyd  )
Also on a non-game note I hope your father will be ok and I send my well wishes to you and him.
Posted on 2007-10-01 at 07:08:49.
Edited on 2007-10-01 at 07:10:44 by TannTalas
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Readied for battle
Malius his bow strung and ready looked to the others around him and told them his thought on the forthcoming battle.
“When Draven here goes into the tower yonder and does lure one of the creatures to us I will gain its attention with my arrows thus hopefully causing it to charge me, at which time the rest of you may gain hopefully unsurprised attacks upon it thus killing it.”
Awaiting any arguments he readied himself to gain a position a good distance from the towers front door yet within range of it.
Posted on 2007-09-29 at 04:34:37.
Edited on 2007-09-29 at 04:35:29 by TannTalas
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: I Talked to Jozan1
Brom I don't know if he contacted you but Jozan1 told me he is dropping Firewind at this time.
So we need a few players as yet it seems.
Posted on 2007-09-29 at 04:17:10.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: My BooBoo on that one LOL
I have edited my post accordingly oh great and Godlike Webmaster
Posted on 2007-09-28 at 04:54:14.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: I Hate Red Lights
As Kane slipped into the safety harness for takeoff he thought back to just an hour ago, to his surprise they had all passed his inspection and though he really did not know them personally he was proud of them maybe this Op would go as planned.
Then he laughed to himself as the old Army motto ‘Situation normal all F*** up’ crossed his mind and he knew Murphy’s Law always ruled.
Takeoff proceeded as planned and they were airborne and on their way Kane picked this time to catch a nap as he had learned long ago. But in what seemed like only minutes out from the airfield a red light begin to blink accompanied by an audible alarm.
Without a pilot or aircrew the Staff Sergeant had no clue as to what to do, for the first time in his military career Staff Sergeant Jeremiah Kane was at a loss. It was here as he was grasping for a thought that LT spoke up and
Kane signaled his readiness to give his assistance to the LT and awaited orders.
(Edited per DM's Q/A Post)
Posted on 2007-09-26 at 23:15:00.
Edited on 2007-09-28 at 04:50:07 by TannTalas
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Crap Olan gonna get us killed.LOL
Maximus stood silently as was his nature watching the destruction around him, party members debating whether to run or move up the tower proper.
Inside him there was doubt about what was the right course of action, should they run, it would be safer for sure but he was not used to running away as in the pits that only meant death.
If they stayed and moved up the stairs surely something able to rip off a tower roof would be a formidable enemy. Fear played no part in his choices but yet he still remained silent.
“Friends," Maximus’s attention was drawn to Arien as the Paladin spoke quietly, "I will not - cannot - turn back. You have stood with me, have protected me, and I thank you for it. You have ventured further than I could ever have asked. But now, we may truly face death closer than anyone has the right to do - and still live to tell the tale. If you turn back, I cannot fault you”
And with those words said Arien clearly gripping his sword tightly strode off through the ruined hallway towards the tower stairs and whatever it hid at its top.
Looking towards the rest of the party Maximus made up his mind.
“He cannot go alone” With this said the Ex-Gladiator hurriedly caught up to the Paladin and joined him in going up the stairs.....
Posted on 2007-09-26 at 23:13:23.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Posting soon
Sorry Boss been real busy since Monday job hunting as I am presently out of work. Will for sure post tonight.
Posted on 2007-09-26 at 18:14:54.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Ok Strange
Brom, I checked the recent posts for Logan and his last post in Paradyse was 8/23/07 a little over a month ago. Looks like he might have left the Inn and we may need to get a new player to replace him.
As for Jozan1 I left a Pm for him to post.
Posted on 2007-09-25 at 07:31:18.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Maybe its time
Maybe its time to try to recruit new players once again my friend. But of those we have Logan has not posted to Paradyse also and Jozan1 seems to have posted in a few other threads but not here I will PM both of them tonight.
As for Raven well he gets really busy at times as we all know so I don't know what to say.
I did talk to Cdnflirt and she knows to post but if she does not we may have to look elsewhere once again. I would hate to see CP die.
Posted on 2007-09-25 at 06:59:59.
Edited on 2007-09-25 at 07:19:53 by TannTalas
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Topic: Hockey Season!!!
Subject: Go Team Go!!
Oh wait this is a Hockey thread ahhh sorry american football nerd here ahhh wrong thread ahhh be seeing ya
Posted on 2007-09-25 at 06:52:02.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Ahh ok wait AL
That fertilty thingi is that with or without a girl friend if its also without I may have to rethink joining up here and may as with Brom drop CWWLLO.
Then again being the first Pregnant man could be very profitable hmmmmmm
Must think on this...............
Posted on 2007-09-24 at 21:38:47.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: As Far As Malius
is concerned I know what he will be doing he will be in the rear or the side of the tower with his bow at ready to provide long range support.
As for the Magical items none are anything he really needs so i pass on them.
Posted on 2007-09-23 at 00:21:45.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: And so the real fun begins
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:55am
CROAKER
“Ok Frankie you need to ‘enlighten’ me as to this ‘vested interest’ as I am sure that Guardian here wants to know the same. Remember it’s his job to ’keep’ you out of danger not help you get in to it.
Plus you’re a media, mayhap not the best known, but still a media and for me to bring you anywhere near this meet would be stupid. If even one of the people spot you and recoginize you for what you are all hell will break loose and that would be bad for business. So spill it.”
Croaker waited for Frankie’s reply which with a heavy sounding sigh the media did give him.
DIGITALSCRIBE
“It doesn’t mean anything underhanded, sneaky, or covert, Choomba. All I was getting at is that I’ve been shot at—I’ve had friends shot at—and I’m not one to just shrug that sort of thing off. There’s a reason behind all of this, and until I know what it is, I’m not so sure I can let go of it. That’s all. You know how things eat at ya until you can’t sleep? Well, this is likely to be one of those things.”
CROAKER
“Yeah I do but that’s not the point say what you will Frankie, but your still a media and I am not sure that you ‘tagging’ along is a good thing.”
DIGITALSCRIBE
“Now, as far as people recognizing me is concerned, that’s not wholly likely since I’m rarely in front of the camera—that’s for higher paid desk jockeys, not us combat reporters. At least, not until we get a network job. Not that I want a network job. They fraq with the news more than deliver it.”
As Croaker was about to reply to his friend/ex-friend/friend things inside the van started getting crazy as Mery Deth’s eyes opened wide and she drew in a sharp breath. Then, her body began shaking violently, arms and legs thrashing about as though being convulsed by huge amounts of electricity. As Firewind learned over her Preacher moved himself quickly away
"Fraq! She possessed?” yelled the Solo
“Hold her still!”
Firewind screamed as he snatched his med scanner from the bag. Peacekeeper and Guardian moved first, the Bounty Hunter grabbing at the girl’s arms, while Frankie’s Bodyguard threw himself over her legs.
Firewind quickly activated the device, running it about six inches over her head and chest in a couple of seconds. Before Croaker could even ask what the hell was going on Preacher again beat him to the punch.
“What the devil is goin’ on?” Preacher yelled
“She’s having multiple brain aneurysms” Replied the medtech said in a tone just barely heard above the van’s engine and the storm.
“Multiple? But, isn’t that unlikely?” DigitalScribe queried
“Yes!, one is tough enough to combat, and requires invasive surgery, or tools we don’t have on hand. Three—“ his med scanner beeped again and again showing two more growths. “—Five, and in this time span… it is unnatural…and there isn’t anything I can do.”
“So she’s…” The media began but was interrupted when the med scanner beeped in one, solid line: the sound of a flat-line, and Merry Deth’s body stopped convulsing while blood poured from her ears to pool across the floor of the van.
“Dead.” Keahi replied solemnly, the med scanner dropping into his lap.
Croaker was stunned at Firewind’s annoucement of the package’s death; this was something he had definitely not expected to happen once they had gained the van.
Regaining his composure he knew there was only one thing they could do but first step was to bring everyone back to the here and now.
“Ok listen up she’s dead and clearly with the blood leaking from her ears there is nothing we can do to bring her back. So we head to that warehouse as planned and deal with whoever is there to meet us. Only we will treat it as a ‘hostile meet’ and take precautions.”
With that still having Peacekeeper’s cell phone he opened it, found Spring Heeled Jack’s number and dialed.
“Hello? Its Croaker we have the package but there‘s been a complication… reply from listener..She’s dead…reply… multiple brain aneurysms…reply…still headed for the meet as we were told at this time, any new instructions“…..
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:57am
(OOC: Ok I am assuming that since way back in the beginning of the game you posted in game play that Peacekeeper had Jack’s number it would be on her speed dial as he was a source of hers. If I made a mistake let me know and I will edit the post accordingly.
As you can see Brom I left openings for your replies to my words to whoever answered be it Jack or his bodyguard. Now as for Spiffs call I do not know who he called but am once again assuming it was Jack.)
Posted on 2007-09-18 at 07:33:55.
Edited on 2007-09-18 at 07:39:34 by TannTalas
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Back to the Game :)
Highnar heard the call of the Lady Brianna and could not say no to her invitation
His crossbow to the ground and his twin axes to hand he followed the beautiful fighter forward into melee.
Ahhh how good it was to be back beside friends and comrades joined in glorious battle. It almost seemed in some way that he had been gone somewhere into himself these past few minutes, but with the Lady Brianna’s call once again he returned to the here and now.
With a cry to let her know he was beside her and to give praise to his god the Dwarf fighter followed.
“Aye me lady let us do so, For MORADIN!!”
Posted on 2007-09-17 at 05:20:26.
Edited on 2007-09-17 at 05:21:14 by TannTalas
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Geim's Right
As Malius waited for the return of his ferrets it was not long before both came running back to him quite scared of large things inside the tower.
Then the dwarf Thondrek with help from Loda climbed the walls of the tower and made his way inside.
In what seemed to the Syl to take forever Thondrek finally returned through the towers front door gaining all who wished to enter a way now to do so.
But his telling of the mutated creatures inside concerned Malice as for them to take over a tower of wizards was no small feet.
"Looks like the badger was the least of our worries... Two very large and very pissed off bear's suffering from a similar affliction roam the tower. All the wizard's are dead, but there may still be something of value or information to be learned from the destruction within. At the very least we cannot allow these creatures to possibly roam free. The way is open Bladesinger… I suggest we make a decision quickly before the creatures decide they want to take in the sunlight."
"If'en there be a way to split them up-so to speak--so we could take one one one at a time would be a good strategy. Divide and conquer is what is said often. I and do think that plan might help us. Let's figure out a way we might be able to do that too. I do not know what spells you finger twitchers have ready today maybe you can let us know since you don't wear you weapons clearly visible."
"Going back to coming down this place if we left the front door open we could push them out of here and bar the door. Once outside we have more options of destroying them without having to go toe-to toe with them. You take my meaning?"
Here it was that Malice did add to the conversation his own idea
“Mayhap as Geim has said that would be the better course instead to lure them out here where we have more room to maneuver. Inside those walls we would be hampered in what we could do as a group.”
As he awaited an answer he once again closely studied the tower before him trying to visualize its interior.
Posted on 2007-09-15 at 01:37:43.
Edited on 2007-09-15 at 03:31:37 by TannTalas
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: A Quick heads up
OK just to let you all know you never salute an NCO only officers. As such you never salute me indoors or outside but you do salute the LT and the W/O so please stop doing so being an ex Staff sergeant even now it gives me the creeps for some wierd reason .
Posted on 2007-09-11 at 18:54:20.
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Topic: The Guiding Light Q&A
Subject: An Oops
Oh ok missed that part hey I am a Paladin remember off to make love or do battle. As Olan has said there is no one to worship with it must be to battle I go .
I will edit it now.
Posted on 2007-09-11 at 18:44:03.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Mess Hall
I put in a short post about the Mess hall Inspection so feel free anyone to post on it.
Posted on 2007-09-11 at 02:27:39.
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Topic: The Guiding Light
Subject: Yeah its short but its a post none the less LOL
Tal watched the room around them as if in hostile territory knowing something was wrong. With the return of his cousin to the table the time for him to become more involved was now.
“So En’Aranthea what have you found out, is this sailor we seek here or not. I like not the feel of this place something to me is wrong at its cleanliness but mayhap that is just me but I think not.”
Hoping her Intel would lead them to this sailor Tal waited for his cousin to speak.
"The Sylvari we came to meet has not arrived yet, something is delaying or holding off much of the ship traffic here, There’s no definite reason for the delay, but a local lighthouse has been dark for a few days now, and the ships would normally use it to guide their way into port. Since we have no other task but to wait for the ship, I suggest that we head out to this lighthouse on the morn and see what is causing it to be dark. T’is better than being idle here. What say you all?”
"I agree cousin but let us not stay in this town a moment longer then needed, let us move on quickly. For tonight a stay perhaps will be fine but still I say watches need to be set."
With that said he rose to stand only to find no one else including his cousin had done so. Seating himself once again a bit sheepisly he awaited comments from the rest.
Posted on 2007-09-11 at 01:39:12.
Edited on 2007-09-11 at 18:48:42 by TannTalas
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: An Apologie Given/ An Inspection undertaken
BEFORE TAKEOFF/MESS HALL
May 8th, 2025
75th Ranger Regiment Mess Hall, Fort Benning, Georgia
0900 hrs
With his gear set and weapons issued he headed for the Mess Hall to review the other members of the team as per the Lt’s orders. As he arrived he called out to each of them to place his or her gear in front of them for his inspection and proceeded to do just that. With a comment here and there, needed or not, he finally came before W/O Blake at which point the came to attention in front of her.
In a voice clear enough for all to hear he spoke to her as the officer she was.
“Ma’am I want to apologize to you for my conduct in the Colonel's office. Though not in this unit’s chain of command you are yet an officer and for me to talk to you as I did was disrespectful of your standing as an officer. As such if after this mission you wish to bring me up on charges of disrespecting an officer as per the UCMJ I will not dispute such. Again my apologies.”
With a salute given (and hopefully returned) he continued the gear inspection.
(Ok as Vanadia above I will post more of the plane ride after Brom or you Olan post. I want to see if there is any reaction to my words to Blake that I may have to post about before I move Kane forward to the plane.)
Posted on 2007-09-11 at 01:36:23.
Edited on 2007-09-11 at 02:28:59 by TannTalas
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