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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Seven Hail Marys and...Sam did wha!?


*Averts gaze*

It is all a bad dream, all a bad dream. You'll wake up and that bandana comment will have never existed...

*Frantically scrapes at tongue with fingernails.*

Bad taste in mouth. Must get taste out of mouth.

*bangs head against bulkhead repeatedly.*

Awck! Now I've got the mental imagery going.

VISUAL PERSON HERE!

Have mercy.

Posted on 2008-05-02 at 05:33:46.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Seven Hail Marys and...Sam did wha!?


*Averts gaze*

It is all a bad dream, all a bad dream. You'll wake up and that bandana comment will have never existed...

*Frantically scrapes at tongue with fingernails.*

Bad taste in mouth. Must get taste out of mouth.

*bangs head against bulkhead repeatedly.*

Awck! Now I've got the mental imagery going.

VISUAL PERSON HERE!

Have mercy.

Posted on 2008-05-02 at 05:30:57.

Topic: 4th edition FR Information (not for the feint hearted)
Subject: Get out!


Get out while you still can...do what I did and turn to FUZION, bastardize that rule set by combining it with some decent aspects of 3.5 and completely ignore WoTC for all of their stupidity.

I'm happily playing away mostly oblivious to the disaster that D&D/FR has become.

Posted on 2008-05-01 at 06:10:59.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Well,


I managed.

Posted on 2008-05-01 at 04:49:36.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: I need...


A post for Charlie detailing what the situation looks like for them before Monty can make any decisions.

Posted on 2008-05-01 at 04:49:03.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Nothin' but trouble.


Poor Sam.

See Sam croon.
See Sam swoon.
See Sam walk the town.
See Sam get gunned down...

I mean: we'll come a-runnin' should there be a need fer it.

Posted on 2008-05-01 at 04:47:46.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: A plan maybe?


The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:12pm

“What you say MDK is on target, we do need as much info as possible on the Target as I asked earlier, especially the security. But in that we may have a problem as Preacher has said their sec plans are most likely in a datafortress and Preacher is the only Netrunner we have available. But like he said its a tough run and he may not be up to it after being so long away.”

DigitalScribe raised his eyebrows and slowly ran a hand through his TechHair as his eyes drifted towards the cowboy Croaker had just insulted. In his head images of a Western duel came to mind, and Scribe wondered at the bravery--Bravery has no place where it can avail nothing, the statement made by Samuel Johnson back in the 18th Century came to mind as the media considered just how brave his friend was acting considering the training and standing that the solo had. He’ll only be able to alienate so many people before he winds up with a bullet in the back of the head during a shootout, Frankie thought grimly.

Preacher, for his part, broke his grim expression with a sudden grin followed up by a derisive chuckle.

“Ya know,” he began after a second or two of mirth. “Back in the Day there was this here gamin’ system. Nothin’ like the VR and holo programming we have nowadays, but suh-weeeeet nonetheless. Game paddles, played right on the tellie, the works. I was so damn hot for that thing—I played it hours on end. Near lost my sight staring at that screen so long. Worked that paddle for years without change, an’ then one day I found I had to grow up, get some work, and get serious about life. Well, I went back to it a couple years back for nostalgia purposes an’ all those memories of how good I was just melted away as I was beat on these little, ol’ console games by a non-AI controlled computer over an’ over again. Guess it ain’t just like ridin’ a bike, ya know.”

The cowboy’s grin faded away as he turned his gaze to meet Croaker’s with eyes that could bore right through one’s head as fast as a .44 round. “It’d be jus’ like that should I try t’ take on the Net, Choomba. It’d make short work o’ me an’ then you’d be down another gun. That was providin’ I was willin’ to break the oath I made to people I cared about a whole helluvah lot more than you in order t’ attempt it.”

Preacher shifted in his chair a bit and settled back against the rest, taking his hat in hand by the crown and tipping it forward and to the side just a bit so he effectively blocked Croaker from view. He was finished, and his attention had once more turned to keeping Spiff’s best interests in mind.

“Well,” Bull’s Eye offered from his position next to Croaker. “I’m bettin’ that our best course lies in getting some visual intel. Now I’m not a member of no family council, but should my vote count: that’s what I vote for. Get a couple of us who are decent at that kind of work close enough that the hike wouldn’t be too terrible, and see what we see.”

“I don’t see any other way around this,” Firewind agreed, though his head was lowered and his eyes were on the table. “We either go in blind, or do what MDK has suggested.”

It was at that point that Lightning seemed to perk up. “Um…sorry, I was checking out the camera system. One of you said something about a piece of hardware that could jam radar? Sure, I could make something like that…if I had a couple thousand Euro in parts and a few days time.

“If we’re talking a Megacorp facility here you’re likely going to have to deal with high tech security measures: drones, bots, radar, electronic card locks, cameras—infrared, lowlite, and maybe even thermograph—not to mention the likelihood of cyberpets on the m-sec force.

“This should be a blast…” the tech’s smile was genuine as his eyes caught sight of another piece of particularly interesting technology and his attention faded.

“Beautiful,” Bull’s Eye growled while staring ruefully at the techie. “Who’s bright idea was it to bring Killjoy along?”

“If what he says is true, we’ll be needing him before long,” Keahi observed while thoughtfully staring down the table at his counterpart.

“All right,” Frankie sighed as he too settled back in his chair. “I vote we take the action laid out by Guardian and MDK as well—of course, I’d just make a helluvah lot of noise, so I’m out of the recon end of things.”

“Me too,” Firewind added quickly.

“Not so good at it myself,” Lightning offered up in a distant voice, surprising Scribe as he’d thought the man had pretty much checked out.

“Well, I’m no pathfinder, but I can at least be the wheelman provided we procure ourselves a vehicle,” Bull’s Eye offered.

The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:13pm

Posted on 2008-05-01 at 04:45:06.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: I was going to post...


I was going to post today, but spent the day instead gaming with my two eldest children. So, it looks like I'll try and fit that in this upcoming week some time.

Posted on 2008-04-28 at 02:13:08.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: I was, really...


I was going to post today, but ended up gaming with my two eldest chilluns this afternoon...all afternoon. So, it looks as though I'll have to post this upcoming week instead. Sorry folks.

Posted on 2008-04-28 at 02:12:44.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I was going to...honest.


So, I've been thinking, and there's not too much different that Wyatt would do under the circumstances aside from make a comment about making sure Willow was at her meeting, and asking Trish, or The Kid what the hell happened with the girl. Aside from that, he'll continue on the course I outlined...except that now he'll know for sure that JW was in that Firefly they passed on their way in, and that will raise suspicion. He'll still try and determine everything else as I posted.

Posted on 2008-04-28 at 02:11:44.

Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: I was going to post...


I was going to post today, but spent the day instead gaming with my two eldest children. So, it looks like I'll try and fit that in this upcoming week some time.

Posted on 2008-04-28 at 02:09:19.

Topic: GASP! Is that Eol?
Subject: You know me...


Stylishly late. Actually, I waited until the hubbub died down so I wouldn't have to squeeze my way in. Besides which, it gives me the opportunity to cover two things at the same time (which you know I planned).

Welcome back, and happy birthday.

Now, with four children of my own, I think I have an understanding of how this motherhood thing works, so I am utterly confused by this relational misdirection Grugg seems to have for you, and--I have to admit--a little disgusted. What's up wit dat, yo?

And Big Al? The Huckleberry line and subsequent action made me laugh, so thank you.

Posted on 2008-04-27 at 16:13:43.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: I'm all in.


I devote all of my luck points and all of my creative currency to Charlie's sudden stroke of genius and quick turn around.

Posted on 2008-04-26 at 01:28:07.

Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Not ammused.


Stardate: 2374.09.01
USS Charon – Captain’s Ready Room – 1830 hours


Kel stalled for a moment as he picked up his PADD and thumbed in the command for personnel changes. He didn’t have the luxury of a yeoman, and Operations hadn’t reported any change in staff recently…something he’d have to look into further once he had a chance to meet with Lt. Kennedy. As it was, not knowing about the arrival of Mas’Riat irritated Cpt. Gavison further causing his scarring to stand out vivid white against the rush of blood to hid face.

The roster lists formed beneath his eye, and within a couple of passes of his fingers he’d taken the PADD through to Flight Control/Operations…and there she was: Lt. Cathica Mas’Riat, half Bajoran…not much else to go on, but a personal note from Sisko stating that she’d be valuable in what was to come.

Kel looked up from the PADD’s display and quickly gave her the once over. More and more Star Fleet personnel were bearing scars, so hers wouldn’t be distracting, especially to a crew that worked under him. They were mere white lines compared to his disfigurement—something that would keep him from gracing the halls at Star Fleet Command as a desk jockey, of that he was certain, and with no grim satisfaction at that.

“It would appear, Lieutenant, that you aren’t due until later, so your apology need not be presented to me.” Kel’s narrowed eyes met Talon’s with more than a little fire behind them. “It states that you’re a decent pilot,” The whole while Kel is speaking to Mas’Riat, his eyes remain locked with Talon’s. “You’re likely going to need every trick you’ve got up your sleeve Lieutenant. When flying for me, you have to think outside of the box, as sometimes, regulation doesn’t cut it.”

The PADD hit the tabletop again with an audible clanking sound as Kel dropped it unceremoniously, eyes still on the Lyran. “Welcome aboard,” he stated in a near growl, his teeth clenched. “I’m sure you won’t mind waiting outside for our Chief of Security, now will you, Lieutenant?”

(OOC: assuming Mas’Riat doesn’t have any questions, but leaves to wait outside…)

Once the flight officer had been separated from them by the hydraulic-powered door Kel gave a slow shake to his head while his lip curled, eyes still on Talon. “Have I not given you enough to do, Commander Talon? That you would find time to play cat and mouse with a new crewmember while I’m waiting on intelligence pertaining to our flight paths, ship operations, and plans on just how you’re going to protect my ship from Romulan technicians!? The Cerberus will be here in a few day’s time and my ship is still sitting in drydock under repairs! Get out of my sight, Commander, unless you’ve something productive to report on. MOVE! Before I skin you alive…”

It was an order Kel fully expected to be obeyed. He’d known Talon long enough to know that this kind of reaction wasn’t alien to the big cat as he was still being kind compared to the Lyran officer’s code of conduct. It wouldn’t damage the trust between the two, Kel had been standing side-by-side with Talon facing Jem’Hadar soldiers when the two of them had burned through their phaser charges and were reduced to nothing but knives. There was too much history, and that’s one of the things that bothered Kelsey about this shenanigan: Talon should have known that Kel took wasted time very seriously.

(OOC: again, assuming that Talon doesn’t have a response and leaves to collect Mas’Riat and begin work on their flight plan…)

When the door had slid shut once more, Kelsey snatched up the PADD once more and made his way to the window overlooking DS9. He stared blindly at it for a moment before opening a channel to the computer.

“Computer. Inform Commander Fletcher that I’ll expect him to join me for a late dinner with a full report on what he’d been able to determine in his meeting with Shilotte at 22:00 hours. Make sure Lieutenant Commander Jones is fully aware that I expect a report by the same time on the timetable for completing the repairs. I’ll have a plotted course from Lieutenant…Lieutenant Mas’Riat and Lieutenant Commander Talon no later than 10:00 hours tomorrow morning. I will see Lt. Kennedy in my ready room as soon as possible. Confirm.”

/--\ Confirming: Commander Fletcher has been notified of your dinner appointment and the required report. Lt. Cmdr. Jones has been notified of the report deadline. Lt. Cmdr. Talon and Lt. Mas’Riat have no been informed of their report deadline. Lt. Kennedy has confirmed receipt of your request and has replied that he will be back on board the Charon within the hour. /--\

Kelsey heard, but did not reply as he continued to stare past the pylons of DS9 at the place where the wormhole opened. Right now, it was black space filled with mines. Somewhere on the other side were the graves of his wife and daughter, and he’d be exacting vengeance for them again soon.

Posted on 2008-04-21 at 18:41:01.

Topic: Happy Birthday Suicidolt!
Subject: Happy Birthday


And my condolences on the advancing years.

Posted on 2008-04-20 at 19:12:17.

Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: The Charon


I've updated the Charon.

Posted on 2008-04-20 at 19:11:32.

Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Charon's Ready Room


Stardate: 2374.09.01
USS Charon – Captain’s Ready Room – 1830 hours


Gavison stared at the PADD with such a foul look on his ugly, scarred face that he might have broken the device by sheer willpower. He hated being manipulated, despised the cloak of espionage that was now surrounding him, and was allowing his rage to build up inside of him at the thought of being a weapon in someone’s arsenal. His meeting at Quark’s hadn’t been what he’d hoped it would have been, and he had yet to hear back from any of his officers concerning the footwork he’d asked them to undertake. By his estimation they only had a few days before the Cerberus arrived expecting the Charon to be ready for departure, and he was no where near ready.

Kel’s teeth ground beneath the pressure he put on them as he tossed the PADD to the tabletop in disgust. What the Hell is this all about? he thought angrily. And how the Hell am I going to get the Charon and the Cerberus out of this one while still doing as much damage to the Dominion as possible?

Just then the computer beeped indicating that there was someone outside the door requesting admittance. Kel turned a withering eye on the door and considered for a moment whether one of his officers had actually found something useful. When it beeped again, he took a deep breath and rose up from his chair. “Come.”

The door swished open admitting Talon and a Bajoran female in Star Fleet red. Gavison had never seen her before and the enigma didn’t sit well with him. If she were a Star Fleet messenger with more hidden instruction, he was going to break her neck.

“What is it, Commander?” His tone was almost as much a growl as the Lyran’s own throaty voice.


Posted on 2008-04-20 at 19:06:34.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Cargo, and suspicions.


“Yes sir Cap’n I will try to draw something up for you once we get inside.” Fenris quickly stepped too, and was gone inside before Willow had finished speaking.

“A wise man once said that coincidences are connections that have not been discovered,” Willow responded. “Ludlow’s not exactly ‘Smith’ or ‘Chan’. Brigit’s here for a reason, too, and we should have no desire to get caught up in it. Let me see what I can find out about her,” Willow concluded, tapping her folded fan thoughtfully against her jaw. “Besides that, shouldn’t we look for some cargo to take offside? Deadheading – I believe the term is – can be costly, hmm?”

Wyatt grimaced. In all of the twists and turns he’d forgotten one of the most basic things about their existence. How the gorram hell had that happened!?

“Bless ya, Willow,” he said with a shake of his head. “You keep my feet firmly placed on Rocinante’s gangplank, and I thank you for it.

“While you look into Miss Brigit, I’ll double check the usual suspects and see what I can drum up. I swear, sometimes I think I’d be Tian Di Wu Yohn (completely useless) without you here to keep my hat on for me.” The captain offered up one of his rare smiles before turning and making his way into Rocinante’s belly. Breathing in the familiar odors of oil, metal, and machine dust, the captain made his way up the stairs to the front hall, intent on achieving the bridge where he could access the Feed necessary to track down some paying work. His mind was still on the situation he’d put Sam in, the fact that Ludlow appeared to have a brother in town, and that Willow had indicated she thought Brigit was certainly in place as more than the simple school marm—something he’d deduced the instant she’d become apparent as their benefactor, though he hadn’t considered to what extent until now.

Scratching the stubble already growing on his chin he proceeded on through his ship with his head lowered in thought. If Ludlow had been after Sam Dash and not Sam the Miner had he, Wyatt, just sent Sam off to a Da Shiong La Se La Ch’wohn Tian of Ma Fuhn (Explosive diarrhea of an elephant of trouble)? Were they being played? They had, after all, ran into some serious Luck when that other Firefly had began leaking vitals just as the blockade began closin’ in.

(OOC: assuming he makes it to the bridge without interruption—if he doesn’t I’ll backpost.)

Making his way to the communications console, Wyatt dropped into the seat and pushed his hat back on his forehead. Firing up the computer he waited until he had access to the directories he needed, but just before settling in to do some digging and negotiating, he decided to take a slight detour. Wyatt Sung knew enough about computers to be dangerous…mostly to the systems. However, he could often find what he was looking for without too much help, and in this case, he wanted to see what kind of ships Brigit had access to, what this Ludlow fellow came in on, where he was staying, any additional information pertaining to the people in question; including everything possible on Brigit’s fiancé: how long he’d been gone, what was publicly known about him, what kind of vessels he had at his disposal, what kind of connection he had with the consortium, anything he could drum up. After he was satisfied that he could gather no more information on his own, he’ll turn his attention to picking up more cargo.


Posted on 2008-04-20 at 18:53:52.
Edited on 2008-04-20 at 21:08:14 by Vanadia

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: Wanna watch a movie?


Monty remained at Blake’s side while she played around with the computers, hoping that the warrant officer would be able to gain access to the systems. He was sure they weren’t dealing with an EMP situation, as their electronics worked, and the computers were powered; it was just a security issue, and maybe Blake wasn’t up to the task.

“How long would it take you to hack this?” He asked as she punched through a couple more sequences that returned with password failure.

(OOC: Next bit if she gives a reasonable timeframe. If not, look further down for the other piece.)

Reasonable Timeframe: The Lieutenant gave a nod, “Let’s make it happen then. We could really use the security cameras, and I wouldn’t mind reading some of the recent e-mails to see if we can’t determine what’s happened here.”

Turning to the others he pointed at the doors in a likely unnecessary order. “Secure those. We’re taking over this post for a time. Staff Sergeant Kane, contact Corporal Hatherford and make sure everything is still kosher back at the observatory.”

Orders given, Kernan steps slightly away from Charlie in an effort not to make her feel like he was hovering before catching site of the videos once again. Pushing off from the tabletop he was leaning against, Monty walked over and began rifling through the titles, looking for anything of interest: security logs, test documentation, personal recordings, etc. If he finds some, he’ll use the equipment to view them.

Unreasonable Timeframe: It was disappointing, but he couldn’t hold it against her. Sometimes, things were just beyond the capabilities of the specialist; that’s what teams of specialists were for. Still, there were those videos to look at—it bothered Monty some that they were using cassettes when digital technology was so much more secure, and permanent, but if cassettes were all he had to work with, then that’s what he’d review.

“Let’s see what we have here,” he told Blake as he made his way over to the videos and began to peruse the titles, looking for anything of interest: security logs, test documentation, personal recordings, etc. If he finds some, he’ll use the equipment to view them.

He’d really wanted to have access to all of the facilities security systems; that would have made his job so much easier, but when has a Ranger operation been easy? Not to mention this was the most whacked out mission he’d been on to date: soldiers claiming the Ranger program had been disbanded, people using the names of civilians with officer rank, blue energy fields with no apparent effect, strange yeti creatures…

“Ain’t in Kansas anymore, Dorothy,” Monty muttered as he reviewed the titles, setting the useless cassettes in one pile, and possible interests in another. If some strange anomaly had occurred with the testing going on, as the soldiers they’d encountered in the observatory had claimed, Monty could only assume the worst his imagination could conjure, and that could lead to some very poor decisions. No, best stay with the basics of your training, Monty, he told himself grimly as he considered what jumping to conclusion could lead to. So far they’d been lucky enough to sustain minor injuries despite the strange occurrences. Getting all paranoid and junking protocol in favor of mysticism would most certainly lead to some deaths.

(OOC: assuming they find something in the cassettes worth watching, I’m going to end the post here.)


Posted on 2008-04-20 at 18:33:26.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Posting today hopefully.


Don't mean to keep people waiting any longer, so I'll try to get somthing in place as soon as possible.

Posted on 2008-04-20 at 17:26:16.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Share the knowledge


The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:11pm

Scribe could palpably feel the tension rising again as Croaker and Spiff faced off. He was thankful that Guardian spoke up and offered his two bits. It seemed to the media that everyone was at each other’s throats every five seconds, and if they couldn’t pull it all together, figure out roles, they’d all be dead before the week was out; and that wasn’t what the media had signed on for.

Shaking his head he injected his own two bits, “I think Guardian’s right. We’ll have more luck moving overland on foot—now I’m no infantryman, but we put people in a vehicle and we’re running the risk of all our eggs in one basket. We go in on foot and we can spread out as we need, no? Not to mention that there’s tech out there that might help provided we can get the Euro together to give Spiff the wherewithal to do so.”

“Yeah…” Preacher agreed, apparently deciding to let Spiff’s response to Croaker suffice. “Things like sneaksuits, radar jammers—I heard o’ them, but what’s the price tag, and can we scrounge up enough dough to make it work? Not to mention pull together a meet with a dealer in the limited timeframe we have available to us.”

“I don’t think we have enough Euro between us to buy that rifle Spiff was showing us,” Firewind added glumly. He was really beginning to think they didn’t stand a chance in hell, and was getting more and more disparate over Croaker and Spiff’s continued confrontation.

“Can you create something that jams e-sec operations such as radar an’ such?” Preacher turned his attention to Lightning, who up to this point had been ominously quiet.

“Yeah,” Bull’s Eye leaned forward and placed his own piercing gaze firmly on the new arrival. “Something that can sit in the trunk of a car, or fit in a backpack?”

Most of what Bull’s Eye had made mention of was likely equipment Spiff would have to arrange, but DigitalScribe was already thinking back on various tech updates he’d witnessed, advertising floating by on corporate dirigibles, displayed loudly on megascreens, in front of stores using holographic displays, trying to remember the pricing on items that might help them. Unfortunately, nothing came to mind as everything they’d need had to be gained on the blackmarket, and any major purchases of legal items would raise the red flag for the netrunners Biotechnica likely had tracking them.

“What’s your number, Peacekeeper? I’ll fire you a tag and you can shoot me the map. I’d suggest the rest of you with phones do the same.” Scribe instructed as Croaker thought about how to respond to the queries and ideas that were put before him. Might as well have everyone prepared, Frankie thought. Little good though it will do if Croaker and Spiff get us all killed…

The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:12pm


Posted on 2008-04-19 at 23:58:32.
Edited on 2008-04-20 at 18:11:41 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Green arms and crumbling towers


Chaos was not something unfamiliar to the ranger. Nature was, in a lot of ways, Chaos. It forced one to react with limited warning unless one knew what they were looking for. Char could predict the weather based off of the humidity in the air, the temperature, the direction of the wind, and the appearance of the clouds in the sky coupled with the actions of plants and animals. He could even predict the path an individual he was tracking would take based off of the terrain and what the terrain indicated would lie ahead, but he had so far been unable to predict the actions of this battle. There were no warning signs, nor tracks telling a story in the path…there was just chaos.

The ground outside the window had been hard, but he’d rolled to his feet from his window dive with precision Da’ Moon could have been proud of, favoring the side his bow wasn’t protruding from. He’d arrived in the outdoors once more in a crouch, legs spread, on the balls of his feet, weapons in hand. He’d called out instruction, desperate to reach the side of his noble friend, and just as he’d started forward, the stone of the tower blew apart as it shattered in on itself. Char flung his right arm up in front of his face instinctively as he hunched against the explosion, feeling the debris of it pelt his cloak and body. It had stopped his momentum, staggering him to one knee, but he was quickly up again, his mind reeling from the thought that perhaps the collapse had crushed companions. And that’s when he saw her.

“Alloryn,” he breathed, his narrowed eyes incredulously witnessing the trapped sorceress, the woman with an acerbic tongue and an infallible link to her brother. They’d survived one adventure together, the same as Arien, Da’ Moon, and Kilgrim. This was the longest Char had stayed with any one group, and despite the sharp words Alloryn and he had shared on more than one occasion, he counted her a friend as well. There she was, trapped by magic he couldn’t even begin to understand, collared like a beast, and obviously in no end of discomfort.

“Hang in there, Alloryn,” Da’ Moon shouted. “Brother’s here somewhere!”

Char had his doubts about the help Arien could provide, knowing full well that the knight had been flung through a stone wall. He had once witnessed a porter carrying a load of military supplies along a cliff trail slip and plummet over the edge. The man had struck the rocks below with enough force to break every bone in his body and explode his head like a melon. The ranger hoped beyond hope that the knight hadn’t been forced through the wall with that much force, but reality was a demon Char had trouble expelling. None-the-less, the ranger wasn’t about to give up. With the crashing down of the tower, the separation of the company, and the obvious magic being thrown around like it was in surplus, he had to grasp a hold of hope and use it like a rope to climb up from a deep, dark well or he’d succumb to despair, and there simply wasn’t time for that.

Leaping forward once more, Char skipped over the rocks of the rubble like he would a mountainside dispersion of granite boulders, leaping from one large rock to another, swords quickly being sheathed so as not to accidentally slice himself.

(OOC: Assuming Char will come into view of the green-armed captain…)
Taking purchase upon the ground once more, Char’s brow furrowed once more at the sight of Arien in single combat with a man bearing a demonic green arm. The Thedell shield was shattered, and Arien seemed to be taking the worst of it. Slipping his swords from their sheathes once more, Char snarled like a wolf about to take down its prey, his muscular legs carrying him quickly into battle.

(OOC: If ol’ Greenarm doesn’t notice him, Char will sweep past, cutting the man as deep as he can with both blades, avoiding armor as he can. If Greenarm notices him, Char’ will attempt a bull rush maneuver, dropping his shoulder to knock the man to the ground, all the while prepared to defend as appropriate any sword strokes. If none of this is wise, or possible, he’ll move to flank the man with Arien and engage in a sword fight…woot!)

Posted on 2008-04-19 at 19:29:34.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Awe


It's funny 'cause it's true.

Posted on 2008-04-19 at 17:10:29.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Not to put too fine a point on things, but...


Hey! I can do all of that too, but no one rings a bell for me. What gives?

Posted on 2008-04-19 at 01:43:36.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Infantile remark warning.


Ooooooooo.

Posted on 2008-04-19 at 01:40:36.

 


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