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Topic: The Embodiment Q&A
Subject: Well, two have posted, so I'll try my best to update the game today.


We'll see how well being a single parent allows me to do so. Thanks for your patience.

Posted on 2009-05-03 at 17:47:14.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Just fill 'er up.


I'll take the short service. Roc'll take us where we need to go 'cause we love her.

I didn't know Castle was on the edge. I haven't watched Dollhouse, but Castle is far too witty to die!

Posted on 2009-04-29 at 03:29:09.

Topic: The Return of Yana
Subject: So glad to see you on the Inn again.


The royal welcome!

Good to see you posting again. We missed ya.

Posted on 2009-04-29 at 03:26:48.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Thanks!


It was fun to write. Although Castle kept interruptng me--such a good show.

Posted on 2009-04-28 at 14:59:57.

Topic: The Embodiment Q&A
Subject: Thank you!


Thanks for the post, gboy. Enjoy your trip.

Van, any chance of a post before the weekend?

Posted on 2009-04-28 at 04:15:52.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: An invite t' trouble?


Wyatt didn’t like the fact that his crew was dispersing all over the ‘Verse, even if for a while. He felt protective of them. He felt like he should be wherever they were to protect them. He knew Asher was more than capable with just about any weapon, but the inexperienced young man was prone to get into trouble through his naivety in ways that his weapons couldn’t get him out of. That was what Wyatt wanted to protect him from…himself. Well, Wyatt figured it would be either Willow or himself that would be looking out for him—Sam’d likely cheer him on, bless his heart.

Still, the captain wasn’t a dictator, and these sure as hell weren’t his decisions to make for people, so as much as he disliked the idea, he could do nothing more than accept to the choices that first Kora had made, and now Asher as well.

With this in mind, Wyatt returned to Rocinante a little grumpier despite lining up so much credit he wouldn’t have to worry about finances for a bit. Of course, Trish’s reaction didn’t help. Sung stood by while Sam held her back, unwilling to comment, or to involve himself in that display of raw emotion. Once the pilot had deterred Ma from chasing after the stray, Wyatt turned his focus towards preparing for takeoff.

He was in the cockpit reviewing star charts on the navigation computer when Willow came bursting in with the delivery order claiming she was going to tend to Ma so he’d have to handle the deliveries himself. Not especially keen on that end of the business, and more than disgruntled over the way things had turned out thus far, Wyatt sullenly went about the task with more than enough mumbling to provide him with some minor satisfaction.

Even the Black didn’t relieve the depression that was filling the captain’s soul as he’d thought it would. If he’d had a rear viewport, he’d have been checking over his shoulder for signs of pursuing ships (the sensors weren’t enough). Due to his mood, Wyatt Sung was less than the perfect host. He wasn’t rude, but he wasn’t companionable. Unless otherwise necessary, Sung spent his time in the cockpit, or in his quarters. He had nothing to discuss with the passengers, and even less he wanted to observe. He kept his focus on the starcharts, the sensor readings, and the duty of getting his crew and their passengers from point A to point B, so that he wouldn’t have to ponder on things left behind too much.

When Asher’s waves came through he’d internalize them quietly, and then leave the rest of the crew to their banter, returning to duties and to mull over the reports from the young man. He didn’t like what he heard. Asher was supposed to just be watching, and doing his best to stay out of trouble. Instead, he was digging into rat’s nests from the sounds of it. But, again, Wyatt’s hands were tied.

At dinner that night, Sung was brought back to the harsh realities that his little piece of heaven could be perceived as something different as James reacted rather dramatically to Trish’s appearance. Sam’s quick reaction kept the man from experiencing Wyatt’s wrath at the indignation Trish had just endured. The whole time the man was gone (having been drawn off by Sam’s judicious actions), Wyatt sat very quietly, very still, watching the other passengers through narrowed eyes, daring them to step one iota out of line. Whatever had happened to James while they were away was enough to set the man straight, but it didn’t cull Sung’s mood at all. As the meal ended, Wyatt had decided that it didn’t need any further addressing, so he let the incident slide with whatever Sam and Wolf had done to turn James around.

Day one in the Black, Wyatt pulled Willow aside.

“Sam got a wire while you were enjoyin’ the company of the Tong,” Sung drawled as he leaned against the railing overlooking the empty cargo bay. The passenger’s were all lounging about in the designated safe portions of the ship—Wyatt had arranged for some of the ship to remain off limits in order to provide his crew with some semblance of privacy.

“He told me about it, but there weren’t no time on Regina to share the contents of it with you. Well,” Wyatt looked around affecting a bland expression that belied the tumultuous feelings inside. “Now there ain’t nothin’ but time. So…”

Scratching at the back of his neck, Wyatt took in Willow’s beautiful face in an effort to read her reaction as he relayed Sam’s news. “It would seem someone’s usin’ the Cortex to hunt you down, Willow. I don’t know who, and the wire didn’t reveal nothin’ either, but there was enough to it t’ concern me. I thought you should know.”

He didn’t feel he had to let her know that he’d do whatever he needed to do in order to help protect her. They’d been together on board Rocinante long enough that he felt they understood each other well enough to avoid such behavior. He allowed her time to respond, to elaborate, to share with him what she knew and what might come of this news, and then he retired to the cockpit where he was reluctantly drawn into laid back banter with Sam. Sam could do that…not many others could draw Wyatt out of his doom and gloom, but Sam’s casual sarcasm and irreverent way could.

Day two proved a test of Wolf’s skills. He proved himself not only capable, but quick, for which Wyatt was grateful. The remainder of the day went by blessedly uneventful, and Wyatt began to calm a little. There was something about the Black that set his mind at ease. He was unlike others—those who had traveled to the Edge and claimed that the site of pure black was maddening—Wyatt found it peaceful. Out there, he was closer to Summer and Eden than on any dirtball. Even his own home planet. Out in the Black, he was temporarily at peace.

Of course, all good things come to an end.

“Beylix,” Wyatt drawled as he stared out of the cockpit at the speck ahead of them. “Ain’t nothin’ worth nothin’ there.” Rising up from his seat, he gave Sam a pat on the shoulder. “Take us in…and try to make it somewhat smooth.”

Snatching up the mic he activated it. “Folks, this is your captain speakin’…” he paused long enough to eyeball any smart-alecky comment Sam might have made into silence. “Beylix is on the horizon. We’ll be dockin’ at about ten, so prepare yourselves.”

Everything went according to plan: boringly easy as far as Wyatt was concerned, and the docking procedure was so routine he nearly fell asleep. He had to remind himself that they had half the ‘Verse after them in order to start keeping a sharper eye out. It seemed that John Blake had the same sort of idea as he approached and asked for an escort.

Wyatt raised his brow and glanced at Sam before turning his attention back to Blake. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt t’ protect the investment none. Strap on, Sam. We’re goin’ planetside.

“Wolf! That mule ready to go? Fire ‘er up!”

Now that they were on the mudball, Willow and Ma would know how to keep themselves busy until they returned.


Posted on 2009-04-28 at 03:17:17.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Jerry McGuire.




Posted on 2009-04-28 at 01:15:28.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Always, Tann.


You had me at hello.

I'll try to work it out a post tonight or tomorrow night while doing laundry.

Posted on 2009-04-27 at 18:28:31.

Topic: Gboy Gone.
Subject: Have fun!


We'll see you when you get back.

Posted on 2009-04-27 at 03:13:30.

Topic: The Embodiment Q&A
Subject: I appreciate the time off, folks, but...


We're going on two weeks now...

Posted on 2009-04-27 at 03:12:30.

Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga Q&A
Subject: That's fine.


I have to admit not having time to post as well. So, no big deal. I just don't want to see the two games I'm running die even though I'm looking at less than reasonable time to run them.

Posted on 2009-04-27 at 03:11:00.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: It warms my heart...


To see posts (even to this board) from Eol and Blammm.

Posted on 2009-04-27 at 03:09:41.

Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga Q&A
Subject: Hello?


Anybody there?

Posted on 2009-04-23 at 05:49:42.

Topic: The Embodiment Q&A
Subject: Moving forward.


I won't be able to continue the game unless there's more posts...

Posted on 2009-04-23 at 05:47:19.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Yup! Welcome back!


Now if Blammm and Eol could be freed up enough to join us...

Looking forward to seeing how the Professor is thrust into our hands.

Posted on 2009-04-23 at 05:45:42.

Topic: Grugg Out A Bit
Subject: TAKE CARE


I can't control the volume of my own typing!

Take care, Grugg. Hope to see you return soon.

Posted on 2009-04-22 at 06:07:50.

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


I've nothing further for Wyatt to do before take off. I'm looking forward to the post.

Posted on 2009-04-20 at 23:38:11.

Topic: WotC E-books
Subject: Illegal!


Folks, the distibution of such books infringes upon the copyright laws of this country. WoTC have a right to control their revenue venues, so I'm afraid I am going to have to put a stop to this discussion on the Inn. This is to protect that which we all care about here, and to prevent any of you from finding yourselfes at the other end of a vindicative company's lawsuit so that they can make an example out of you.

Sorry to be the wet blanket, but thanks for not discussing such things on this site.

Posted on 2009-04-18 at 23:29:25.

Topic: The Embodiment Q&A
Subject: I understand.


It's cool, Vanadia. I've been dealing with something pretty heavy and time consuming myself. So there's no real rush.

Sui, you didn't come across as anything to me...I try not to project onto the NPCs and instead try to develop their own responses based on the character traits I've selected for them. It's Lady S. you have to worry about!

Looking forward to the continuation though. Have to admit that this weekend will not include any posting from me due to what I'm working through right now, but next week we should be back on track.

Posted on 2009-04-16 at 03:29:24.

Topic: Resurrection of YeOlde
Subject: It's cool!


Still get to game with you in Roc so I'm placated.

Posted on 2009-04-16 at 03:26:22.

Topic: The Embodiment Q&A
Subject: Glad to see it.


Good to know. Some people get a little pissed off when their characters get slapped around a little.

Posted on 2009-04-15 at 01:52:45.

Topic: Resurrection of YeOlde
Subject: Keeping up with the Joneses...


Glad to see you posting! I trust that the RL issues weren't too bad. I hate it when they are "too bad," especially for people who I've come to enjoy their work/play.

In any case, Embodiment is still a go, though it has been slow. Sometime in the future--when my life has stopped spinning and I don't feel perpetually drunk--I'll be starting up another 'Punk game that you'd be more than welcome to revisit MDK in. But that's sometime in the future.

Posted on 2009-04-15 at 01:51:48.

Topic: Resurrection of YeOlde
Subject: We'll be glad of his return!


I, too, have been concerned. It is good to learn of his pending return.

Posted on 2009-04-13 at 01:57:45.

Topic: The Embodiment Q&A
Subject: Updated!


So, some of what's written might come across harshly. Remember, it is a game. I would caution you to remember that though you are of "high level" there will always be somebody that can beat you...always. Your characters didn't get to be high level by acting hastily.

Posted on 2009-04-13 at 01:56:54.

Topic: The Embodiment - A FUZIONfantasy Game
Subject: Offers Profured and Reprimands Delivered


People’s Ward | Old Pen’s Stable | The City of Davnor | Sendria | Claise 23rd, Teladay, 452ER, 11:57pm | Partly Cloudy and Snow-Covered



The Lady Solan stood silently for the space of a few heartbeats, her emerald eyes half hooded in consideration. The night was cold, but her gown was of a light material and in the soft glow of the firelight, Shiften could make out the small shadow of her navel through the cloth, the cut of which was just as enticing as that which he’d witnessed within the painting. The only thing missing was the way the emerald pendant he could practically sense within his bag drawing one’s eye to the cleavage of her pressed breasts.

So the two studied each other: Lady Solan an impassive statue of godlike beauty, and Shiften a suspicious and patient man waiting for the bait. With a soft, disarming smile, Lady Solan was the first to break the silence.

“You’ve nothing to say?” she asked with a slight tilt of her head that presented her question so coyly. Her eyes narrowed a little as she regarded him, the smile still on her stunning face. “I set a trap to lure the Empire’s best second-story man into my clutches only to offer you the opportunity to save the people of your homeland from being ruled by the undead and asking him to pilfer an item called The Catalyst from Her grasp, allowing you to keep a priceless bit of jewelry—a bit that would allow any normal man the opportunity to retire to a life of luxury, surrounded by adoring women who would do his every bidding—and you sit like a prisoner before the interrogator?

“Perhaps I’d overestimated you. Perhaps I’d heard incorrectly. Perhaps you not capable of that which I ask, and now you sit estimating the plausibility of escape while still trying to reap some profit from this association.”

The Lady Solan walked very slowly about the left shoulder of Old Pen and swept in front of him with a ghostly rustle of silks. Sinking seductively to the old man’s lap, she used him as a seat, reclinging against his chest, some of her midnight black hair catching up in his bristles.

“This is a one-time offer, Shadowfriend,” he voice was a purr as she languidly stroked the side of Old Pen’s rough face with long fingers. “I walk away tonight, and you’ll ne’er hear from me again, but opportunity will never knock on your door again either. So I will repeat the question, in case you’ve grown addle-brained for some fool reason:

“Will you infiltrate Amer’Loc, the stronghold of the Lich Queen, and steal The Catalyst for me earning your place in the Histories that are about to be written? Or, will you fade into anonymity to be lost to History as a footnote? Will you aid your people, or will you allow so many more to die, or worse! Live fruitless lives at the whims of a cadaver?

“I’ll take an answer now, Walker of Shadows. For I grow weary of this; and as entertaining as this evening’s games have played out my patience is not eternal.”

The wood of the stable suddenly sprang to life with the sounds of hundreds of heavy raindrops and hail.

People’s Ward | Old Pen’s Stable | The City of Davnor | Sendria | Claise 24th, Viladay, 452ER, 12:02pm | Cloudy, Snow-Covered, and Storming






The Palace District | The King’s Palace | The City of Ethryn | The Kingdom of Ertain | Claise 24th, Viladay, 452ER, 7:32am | Partly Cloudy and Snow-Covered



Strongblade had ignored Lloyd’s acerbic demeanor at the onset of their meeting dismissing it as the frustrations of a man who’d been awakened too early, and something that Lloyd would hopefully correct when he fully recognized he was in the presence of his king, but when the request had been answered as though by a simple street thug, using the language associated with the Street, the king of Ertain drew up straight and regal in the pale morning light.

“I will caution you, but once Lloyd vonSchtreider,” Jarom’s voice was filled with steel he’d drawn as though it were the blade he’d become so well known for. The weariness and grief were lost from his brooding eyes replaced by impassioned fire. “You are in the presence of your king, and though I put my people and my land before me I will not be spoken to with such disrespect as you’ve deigned to display on this gray morning. Your reputation precedes you. You’ve done great services for my kingdom in the past. All of this for pay, the same as a mercenary and as a mercenary you are without the common honor of the men you seek to avenge by bringing their killers to justice! You have not earned the right to consider yourself equal to those I surround myself with, but I pray to Rydor that you are equal to the task at hand.

“You pretend that I do not know the lengths by which you will be forced to bring about this justice, and think that I am unfamiliar with the methods of necessity, but I am as practiced at this art of politicking as I am at the art of war, and at this moment, Lloyd von Schtreider, I am presenting you with the opportunity to do something beyond yourself; selfless and patriotic, as alien as that concept may be to you.”

Jarom Strongblade’s jaw muscles clenched and his brow furrowed as he towered over the lesser man, and it was with this mighty image standing before him that Lloyd could very well believe the tales of might and strength that accompanied this great king. He was not a man to be trifled with.

“If you take this charge, Lloyd von Schtreider, you will remember that when you show this document and act under my power, you are representing me, and I will not look kindly on any wrongful representation. If you take this charge, you will act as you need to in order to accomplish the task at hand, and I’ll not be a shadow over your shoulder to hinder you in your explicit ways, but in the instance you begin to act as a representative of the crown I will be the weight bearing down upon your brow the same as the crown does mine! And I swear, by Rydor, that should there be reason to think such a gift of trust was abused, there will be justice served.”

King Strongblade’s intimidating visage shrunk just a little so as to be imposing, but not debilitating. “I put this before you then, von Schtreider, with my demands as shackles about your ankles so that you may move in pursuit of the murderous cowards who slay my kingdom’s heroes in their sleep, but not run too fast so that you may avoid tripping over your own inflated ego. These are my stipulations, and mine alone. Do not make the mistake of making demands where you hold no position to do so, and do not let what piss-pot you drank from this morn sour your negotiations for a better life. Think carefully on your next words, von Schtreider, for I’ll tolerate very little at this point that is not the utmost of civility and respect.”

The Palace District | The King’s Palace | The City of Ethryn | The Kingdom of Ertain | Claise 24th, Viladay, 452ER, 7:34am | Partly Cloudy and Snow-Covered




Posted on 2009-04-13 at 01:55:14.

 


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