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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Not much Char can do, so...


He's just going to get into Kilgim's circle as quickly as he can without leaving Flynn to the beasties.

Posted on 2010-08-30 at 06:20:22.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Not good.


There was no time for disbelief as the grotesque, animated carnage began to throw its dismembered hands at the party. As was always the case with combat, Char kept his mind focused on the present danger and how he would counter it. Back to back with Flynn, he clenched and unclenched his jaw, shifting his balance to adjust with the movements of the enemy. First his left blade was forward, his right back. The bard deftly deflected one flung severed hand with his fiddle, and Char responded by rolling his weight to the ball of his left foot, right hand coming forward and up to place the blade horizontally before his face as he retracted his left to prepare for an underhanded slicing attack should the opportunity present itself.

Kilgim had heard his unnecessary cry and responded that he knew, calling on Clangeddin to banish the spirits.

"Damn!" Char swore as the dead kept up their macabre dance. Turning slighting, he brought the weight back to his right, and spun the blade in his right hand about as he brought it back to his hip replacing its position with his left weapon again, this time, holding the blade in reverse so that it rand down his forearm, jutting out from his elbow at its curve. If the divine might of Kilgim's god couldn't help, they were truly in trouble.

"Is there any way to tell where she is?" Arien called as he moved to take a defensive position by the dwarf priest. "We need to stop her to stop these attacks!"

“Arien, Char, Valentine, Maximus...Flynn,” Dapple called from the shadows, “Don’t waste your strength trying to disable or kill them. Those aren’t battle weapons in their hands, just kitchen grade metal. Use what you can to blunt and warp the edges.”

Char spared Da'Moon a glance, wondering what she had seen that he hadn't. Quickly disengaging his icy blue eyes from the rogue, he turned his attention back to the puppets, spinning the weapon in his right hand to run down the length of his forearm as well. It was one of the best defensive positions for the short, curved blades, and provided his forearms with thick, strong steel guards so that he could get in close and personal without overextending his reach.

Battle weapons or not, a blade was a blade. Char had at least three tales he could tell of mercenaries who'd been done in by a kitchen wench with a cleaver when the soldiers intentions had been less than honorable--such was the way of war, especially where most sellswords were concerned.

Flynn's song ended and Char realized he hadn't even really been paying much attention to the music as the hobgoblins made the ranger's heart jump into his throat before he realized that they were rushing the corpses on Flynn's word. Their fate wasn't too promising.

How t' git close enou' t' attack, Char-lad? Was attack even an option? And then the hands were flying again and Char was shifting about to prepare himself for the possibility of an attack that never came.

"Seems t'me the corpses are 'ere only t'lure us into a fight so that the spirit can tear us t'pieces. So don't attack, but move t'me." Without waiting for his companions to comply, Kilgim began another prayer, pulled a bottle of holy water from within his backpack and hastily began tracing a circle of some 20 feet in diameter around himself and his companions. "Me hopes they can't cross the line, so get yer butts inside it 'n hold yer attacks fer a 'heartbeat."

Char gave a quick nod and stepped back with Flynn, changing direction so that they were no longer heading for the door, but for the dwarf. Char had no idea what Kilgim was up to, but he had faith in his companion...more so that he had in the deity the red-bearded priest worshiped.

“I believe I know this tale, ranger,” Flynn said over his shoulder as he sheathed his sword (much to Char's dismay). “Mind my back for a moment longer, friend, and we’ll see if I can’t reveal what makes these puppets dance, hm?”

"I go' yer back, bar'," Char muttered, still pressing the man back towards Kilgim's growing circle, his eyes darting from potential attack to potential attack. "I don' care if'n ya sing a jaunt' tune, Flynn. Jus' keep movin'."

Posted on 2010-08-30 at 06:18:58.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I'm going to probably post today.


Sorry for the delays.

Posted on 2010-08-29 at 18:41:16.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Wyatt's a bit more reserved than Mal.


Sorry about that.

This is fun though. Actually, I just purchased Six Shooters & Spaceships, Out in the Black (don't worry, I am not reading it), the GM's Screens, and the first two graphic novels. I'm going to be starting my own tabletop Serenity game this weekend.

You've inspired me, folks.

As much as I can be inspired.

Posted on 2010-08-24 at 04:42:41.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Bold request...


Can we have a map of the room with the furnishings, etc.? Thanks! Sorry to be a bother.

Posted on 2010-08-24 at 04:30:40.

Topic: Another Newbee
Subject: Welcome.


Respect? Us? Ok...if you insist.

Welcome to the partay! Att's in da house! Woot! And...um...save a horse, ride a cowboy?

Posted on 2010-08-18 at 20:48:26.

Topic: Scott Pilgrim vs The World
Subject: Then I shouldn't see it?


Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been- a most familiar bird-
Taught me my alphabet to say-
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child- with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings-
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away- forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.

Edgar Allan Poe

Posted on 2010-08-18 at 20:36:29.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: I explained it in Char's post.


Back to back with Flynn because he's out in the open. Char is offering him a fighting chance to make sure that he doesn't get flanked as they retreat to a better position.

Besides...Maximus is a warrior, and Char doesn't think he needs help.

Posted on 2010-08-16 at 19:39:25.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Something solid!


Char's eyes narrowed as the ex-gladiator was lifted into the air. He knows that the blade has special, magical powers far beyond those of his own weapon, and the thought that those powers could possibly fall into the invisible hands of the enemy chilled him to the bone. Yet, before he could react (intent as he was on rushing over to help the big man retain his grip on the sword) Maximus pulled free. Not once, but twice. It was obviously frustrating the female entity who called out her disappointment.

The ranger cast about for some indication of a caster. He was familiar enough with magic to know that one had to be about. So, he visually searched all of the nooks and crannies, the exits from the room, windows...anywhere that would afford the caster a place to survey the chamber from a safe vantage (he knew that most spellcasters preferred to maintain a safe distance between them and their victims). However, his attention was brought back to the mound of corpses when they started to move.

"Kilgim!" Char yelled as he sprang into action, both swords back ready for a decapitating blow against the first he came across. "Undea'!"

The ranger sought to position himself in such a local so as to put their new companion at his back. It wasn't ideal for him, but the bard was the closest to the zombie-puppets, and Char didn't want to get flanked.

"Ba' t' ba', Flynn!" Char called out again. "Mo' ba' t' da wall."

Posted on 2010-08-15 at 19:28:59.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: I don't remember...


I don't remember how Jal died.

I'm not nervous at all, Roger. Maybe that's because I'm numb anyway, but nonetheless...

Posted on 2010-08-15 at 19:11:46.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: On the move...


Newhouse, Beylix, Outside Jailhouse, 12:45 pm, Day Three

“Well now!” the sheriff drawled, “I’m hearing some threatening language to a law man here. That isn’t very civil considering I released your friend here as payment for his safe passage. Before you get any ideas in your little heads about revenge and retribution let me tell you, if I don’t get a wave from Luke every 24 hours telling me he’s being treated goodly, I’d have to assume the worst. Put out an arrest warrant to the cortex for y’all, and make sure I told all my friends in the verse that you people have a tendency to kill clients. Even if you avoid the law, how much work you gonna get with that reputation?”

Wyatt turned a tired gaze on the lawman, but before he could answer one of the Frisco townsmen became the unlikely defender.

“Wait just a minute!” John Blake glares at the sheriff, “Captain Wyatt is a good decent man, unlike you sir. He would never stoop to your level.”

“My level!” Sheriff growls indignant, “I do have two guns here. So you better watch your mouth.”

Luke steps forward, “Whoa! Listen. I’m a lawman. I follow the law of the land. You have to talk tough when you are in my shoes but I am deeply sorry for the death of your friend. He was running, he didn’t stop and as you heard the sheriff, I did what he felt was right. Now if you have other ways and laws in Frisco, I’ll follow them to the letter I assure you. I wish that Mr. Sloat here had just stopped running when I told him to, especially for nothing but ballots.”

“He’s right” Sherman says to John, ‘Chad should have stopped. He’s been acting twitchy since we left. And we can plainly see that the sheriff here is heavy handed.”

“Excuse ME! Keep the commentary to yourself!”

“We came all this way for a Sheriff John,” Fiddler said, “and spent a lot of platinum. I think Chad did himself in by acting strange and running. Let’s go over the rules and laws with Mr. Pearson on the way back and make sure he knows what we expect.”

Mr. Blake is obviously not thrilled by his companions’ mercantile attitude but he does agree with them, “Right. Let’s take Chad home then. Mr. Pearson. First order of business, you don’t shoot anyone unless they are holding a gun or knife on you.”

“Yes Sir.” Pearson agrees, “Captain Wyatt, if you want me to hand over my irons now and you hold them for the length of the journey, I accept that your word is law on your ship.”

Now Wyatt was all about justice. When those Alliance Mi Tian Gohn murdered Summer and Eden he’d sought more than justice…the memory rushed him like it had just occurred yesterday and it was all he could do to keep his face impassive as he felt that hole inside his chest open up again threatening to swallow his entire being. Right at that moment he longed for the numb escape a good bottle of whiskey could bring. But he’d made promises and commitments to those who relied on him, and that was the armor that he clad himself in as his hazel eyes met Pearson’s from beneath the brim of his hat.

“I’ll appreciate that, Mr. Pearson,” he drawled. Then, turning his attention to the sheriff he added. “You’ll hear from Pearson every twenty-four, Lawman.” There was more Wyatt wanted to say to the balding man, but he bit his tongue in favor of keepin’ their skins intact.

Once he was sure that the sheriff wasn’t about to detain them any longer, and that Sloat’s body was aboard, he gave Wolf a single tap on the forearm with the back of his knuckle. As the mule drove away, Wyatt was careful not to posture in any way so as to aggravate the situation any further. All he wanted to do was make it back to Roc, get his crew together, and get plenty of Black between them and Beylix. If Buddha willed it, he’d be back to settle things with the sheriff some other time, and he had plenty of time to decide how to deal with Pearson, especially if he so much as hinted at not obeying Wyatt’s Law.


Posted on 2010-08-15 at 00:06:24.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: I sent you Char, didn't I?


/\------

Posted on 2010-08-10 at 03:55:13.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Nice. Disembodied laughter.


I'm feeling like we're stepping into a horror movie.

Posted on 2010-08-08 at 19:30:48.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Ew.


Char moved up the stairs as Arien reached the door, holding his left Khukri held low before him, his right back and low as well for an upward strike. He was crouched on the balls of his booted feet ready to spring forward, backward, or to the side as necessary. But even as ready as he is, the doors bursting inward caused him to drop into an even lower stance, both swords coming in front of him defensively.

The odor of decaying flesh and blood rolled over him like a troop of enraged ogres causing his sensitive senses to reel and his crystal blue eyes to water. Glancing at Arien and Maximus, he closed off his nostrils internally and breathed only through his mouth waiting on them to enter, and following close on their heels.

Once inside the circular chamber the woodsman peeled off to the left, his weapons still at ready as he scanned the room. His gaze lingered on the carnage a moment longer than he'd have preferred, but it was impulsive and nearly overpowering. It took all of his strength to pull himself from the dismembered, grotesque meat, and when the laughter started the woodsman cursed under his breath.

Casting his gaze about the ceiling, walls, and exits, Char snarled as he looked for the origins of the sound; looking for something to attack.

Posted on 2010-08-08 at 19:09:23.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Aight.


The weight of the Khukri felt good in his hands. It was reassuring that there was something tangible, something he could grip, something real when all they had experienced on this trip thus far seemed to be surreal.

"I wonder what sort of thing could be contained within these doors? Why would someone do such a thing?" Arien muttered in a low tone barely audible enough for the ranger to catch it.

Char turned his attention back to the window, wondering as well if it was something that was being kept inside instead of an indication of security that Da'Moon had discovered. But, the scruffy outdoorsman could do nothing more than speculate the same as his friend had, so he remained quiet in the face of the question, and continued to eye the temple.

Arien paused for a moment. "Dapple," he asked, "is there any chance that Sunset could possibly peer in through a window, and be able to tell you anything of use? No need for us to storm in, blades bared, if the situation does not call for it."

Char frowned into his beard. Sunset had been able to transfer feelings and sensations to them, but he didn't know if the little dragon would be of use as a scout. Still, if anyone were close enough to Sunset to know, it'd be Da'Moon.

The ranger stood quietly by and awaited the little rogue's response, while still peering about for any sign of danger.

Posted on 2010-08-07 at 23:18:48.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I've posted...


Wyatt has a plan...

Posted on 2010-08-07 at 23:04:12.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Not our fight...


No pulse...Wyatt listened to the banter that spilled about him as he considered the situation they were in with only half an ear. He hadn't really known Sloat, but the man was a passenger on board his boat, and that meant that he had been under his protection. Of course, the man had been on his own, and it is more than a little difficult to protect him. Still, as much as that bothered Wyatt, he had to admit that Sloat was dead, and his greater concern had to be for his crew, and those who were boarding the ship to return to Frisco.

“Well what do we have here? Captain, your man here has machine pistols ready in a park where there are woman and children. Please make him rack and pin them or I will drop him where he stands.”

Sung Slowly rose from his crouch, eying Wolf from the peripheral to make sure he complied. He heard very little of Sam's undertone, but the look on the pilot's face was alarming. All the same, Wyatt remained calm as he made his way towards the mule.

"Right! Luke. What happened?" The sheriff asked with guns still out and ready.

“Man ran out of mining Guild office. One of these gentlemen called stop thief. I identified myself, told him to stop, he didn’t, I did.”

The Sheriff nodded rapidly, “Fine. Clear cut case to me.”

“Fine?!” Blake cried out, “Chad was one of us! From Frisco.”

“Really?!” Sheriff answered, “Good then, you can take the body home and I don’t worry about getting Morty to do it.”

“I think we have re-thought our decision with Mr. Pearson.” John called back angrily.

“Re-think all you want, you have a binding legal contract that I witnessed for you. Now load up your friend, take Luke to your ship and get the hell out of my town now!"

As the exchange wound down, Wyatt settled back into his seat, waiting for the others to load the body back up and get underway. He paid no attention to Pearson, saying only:

"Let's git on back to the ship, Gentlemen."

He'd give Sam his leeway to walk it off, the pilot needed it. He'd get the townsfolk back to Rocinante and then back to Frisco, and then he'd dust that rock with a fresh tank of fuel and enough pay to cover wages, and possibly some repair on the ship before they had to worry about another contract. Right then, they had to get as far from the sheriff as possible before that third strike hit.

Posted on 2010-08-07 at 23:03:26.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: You missed, Bob...


Got me instead.

Posted on 2010-08-01 at 19:16:57.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I apologize about my delay...


I had to think about this one.

Posted on 2010-08-01 at 19:16:14.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Nice twist.


Wyatt had thought he'd come to a pretty good solution for the fix they'd suddenly found themselves in. After all, he had given the elephants a pat on the way out of his quarters that morning, and Luck had seemed to be with them what with the discovery of Andrew Bowman someone Sung had thought lost to time, his serendipitous release from the cell, and the ham hock instead of land lock...Ya stupid Sah Gwa! That was three!

It was time for bad luck.

With the man that was supposed to be the Law gunning down one of their passengers, and their previous encounter with the sheriff having gone so awry, Wyatt was suddenly very aware of their mortality. This was a tight situation, and one that could very well wind up with their necks stretching either here or there if it weren't played out correctly. He knew without a shadow of a doubt why the sheriff had been so eager to get rid of this hot hand.

As his indignant crew jumped to action Wyatt remained calmly seated in the mule, his right hand drifting from his sidearm to his thigh, one boot up on the scuffed dash. The townsfolk's reactions spoke volumes to the captain about the likely course this deputy would take were he to be crossed, and Wyatt didn't want none of it here on Beylix, or on Roc. The trick was how to get it so that the tables turned without turning it into a firefight.

"Well, that's some pretty shootin', Deputy," Wyatt drawled, hoping his crew would rein in. "Put two holes in the man clean-like sure enough."

Dropping his booted foot to the dirt, he rolled out of the mule and readjusted his hat low across his brow before sauntering towards the fallen form of Chad Sloat, ignoring Pearson as he did so. Truth be told, he wanted to air out the deputy's brainpan, but that'd neither help their case, or help the situation, so he continued on to the fallen man's side. The whole of the way his calm gaze kept an eye on Sloat's trunk to see if it rose or fell with breath--some sign that he was salvageable. It would sure be handy if he could eventually tell them what had happened. Might be ammunition enough to resolve the situation outright...maybe, but Wyatt sincerely doubted it.

Crouching at the body, Captain Sung felt for a pulse, again ignoring Deputy Pearson completely.

Posted on 2010-08-01 at 19:15:03.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Nothing big, but I don't want to hold anyone up.


Arriving at the temple, Char was immediately aware of the manner in which the construct was kept. It looked barren to him, abandoned, and without the touch of a human hand in some time. He'd been through a great deal in his life, from following war camps when he was younger, to actually participating in the field scouting, and he'd seen a good many hamlets, villages, and keeps lost to the ravages of war. This did not look like such an event had taken place; it looked instead as though the priests who had resided here had just packed up and left in the middle of the night...through a back door as there were no tracks about the gate.

"No activi'y in some time," he intoned as he lifted his eyes from the ground to the walls. "Li' dey jus' up an' flew 'way..."

With the recent impressions he'd received from Sunset, the demon brothers dream, and the strange turn of events surrounding their quest, he wasn't going to approach anything without caution. He had deigned to leave Northwind at the village for care, making the remainder of the journey on foot, affording him with less to worry about. As he drew near the steps, he unsheathed his khukri reflexively giving them both a twirl in his hands, scanning the whole of their surroundings once more looking for any sign of an ambush.

"Mayb' Da'Moon an' I go look 'bou' 'fore we commi' t' de insi'," Char looked over at Arien and Kilgim, his loose, unkept hair blowing across his face and catching in his scraggly beard. There wasn't likely much that the two of them would find, but he didn't relish the thought of possibly leaving clues--or an enemy--in their shadow.


Posted on 2010-08-01 at 19:01:05.

Topic: Bromern's Art - www.talentedcards.com
Subject: New Fantasy/Scifi Art.


There's new art posted on my site.

Posted on 2010-07-23 at 00:55:22.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: I want four weeks of holiday.


....

Posted on 2010-07-22 at 04:16:43.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: I posted.


Char's staying put, and letting the others address the situation accordingly. He's not going to let his guard down.

Posted on 2010-07-18 at 21:35:17.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Sounds good...


Just don't run him over none.

Posted on 2010-07-18 at 21:33:55.

 


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