The Red Dragon Inn - home of the Audalis campaign setting.  Online D&D gaming, art, poerty, stories, advice, chat, and more

We currently have 4063 registered users. Our newest member is Hammeyaneggs.
Online members:
Username Password Remember me
Not a member? Join today! | Forgot your password?
Latest Updated Forum Topics  [more...]
Q&A Threads - Return to Charadun - Q&A (posted by Chessicfayth)Return to Charadun - Q&A
Posting Games - The Morphing Game (posted by TannTalas)The Morphing Game
Posting Games - The One Word Game (posted by TannTalas)The One Word Game
Recruitment Threads - Return to Charadun - Recruitment (posted by Eol Fefalas)Return to Charadun - Recr
Personal Creations - Miniature Painting (posted by t_catt11)Minis!
Latest Blog Entries
Revenge of the Drunken Dice
Latest Webcomics
Loaded Dice #80: Priorities
RPG MB #15: Master of the Blade
Floyd Hobart #19: High School Reunion IV
There are currently 3 users logged into DragonChat.
Is the site menu broken for you? Click here for the fix!

You are here: Home --> Forum Home --> Recent posts by Bromern Sal
Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Congrats


New house, Van home for a week, Al with news... sweet.

Posted on 2007-03-10 at 18:16:30.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Up to you guys...


Right now it is pretty much up to you guys what happens next. The need for players to post'll only be satiated by players posting... funny how that works.

Posted on 2007-03-07 at 01:55:36.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Oh, he would-uh if'n...


it were someone he didn't have a history with that was being pressed by Dash's roguish personality.

Posted on 2007-03-07 at 01:26:11.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: South?


Wyatt had spent a good deal of time going over numbers, preparing cargo transfer manifests, and reviewing the sten-bolts containers for both bulk and quality. Near the proper hour, he’d retired to his quarters for a brief moment. Once there, the captain of Rocinante searched about for a handkerchief, finding one in his top drawer. It was a simple white piece of cloth, but one of the corners had his initials delicately embroidered into it in red thread. The sight of the article brought back a flood of memories consisting of happier times when his life had been filled with the smiling faces of the two most important people he’d ever known: Summer and Eden. Eden had embroidered those initials one night while they sat on the porch swing overlooking the land he’d purchased as a wedding gift. Closing his eyes for a moment, Wyatt forced himself to closet those memories knowing full well that to get misty-eyed before a deal was bad luck. When he opened his eyes once more, Sung quickly tied the handkerchief into a knot and stuffed it into his pocket.

“One fer the evil…”

The captain desperately wished that he had some form of protection against business deals running afoul, but to date, he hadn’t found anything that he could carry with him. Most superstitions concerning good fortune consisted of some omen being witnessed, and on board a ship… well, that was more difficult than one might imagine.

As Wyatt briefly straightened the picture of three African elephants from Earth That Was which hung facing the door (another method for bringing good luck to the crew and ship) the corner of his mouth twitched as though a smile were itchin’ to climb out of his scowl. He was remembering a conversation he’d had with Willow and Kora one time when they’d been left drifting in the Black for a couple of days and he was desperate for luck. It had consisted of him falling back on a most improper suggestion hailing from old sailing ship superstitions that indicated good luck for a ship that harbored a naked woman. Wyatt was so frantic to find some break in their bad luck that he’d suggested the two women strip down and provide it… of course, the answers he’d received back had been nothing short of comical and accusing. Shaking his head, Wyatt Sung gave his knotted kerchief another pat and headed for the cargo bay.

He arrived at roughly the same time as Sam and offered his friend a silent nod, receiving the like in kind. They stood quietly leaning against the bulkhead, talking about nothing and inferring a great deal at the same time. They’d been able to do that almost since the time they’d nearly killed each other—where most people feed off of each other’s fear and trepidation, Wyatt and Sam seemed to be able to calm each other.

“What is it with these women-folk as makes ‘em take so gorram long ta get ready, anyways, Cap?” Sam had just holstered his sidearm after checking it for the umpteenth time. “I mean, what’s so ruttin’ hard? Throw on a clean shirt. Brush yer teeth. Boom! Yer done, right?”

Wyatt raised his brows and tipped his hat back on his head, offering Sam a wry grin as he looked the man’s attire over with a critical stare. He’d never really challenged Dash’s fashion expertise; that was plum girly.

“Well, son,” Wyatt drawled. “If’n everyone had yer ability t’ spruce up a bit in such a short ‘mount of time, there’d like be no reason fer them fancy shops. You’d put people outta work quicker than a Ta Ma Duh gunman with finger spasms.”

The two men chuckled at the imagery, but didn’t have long to share in the mirth as Willow came gliding down the catwalk.

“Go-oorram, but I’m a baaaad man,” Sam groaned.

“Shall we, Captain?” Willow stepped off the bottom stair and began to raise her hand. It was a common drill that hadn’t taken Wyatt much time to get the hang of. Eden had expected as much gentlemanly conduct from him in her time as well. Fact of the matter was; Wyatt felt less countrified when he acted like some Tian Di Wu Yohn Central Planet gentleman, so he didn’t mind it much. Taking Willow’s hand on his wrist, he turned and quietly led the way onto the street.

He remained tied up in his own thoughts for the whole of the stroll, quietly manipulating the streets with a watchful eye for any danger and his hogsleg more than showing off his hip in a crossdraw fashion that’d make it easy to achieve while not impeding Willow’s sultry sway.

Inside Dodger’s, he remained equally quiet while the two, large bodyguards retired their weapons and allowed them entry into the businessman’s meeting room. He felt little, but anticipation for the pending meeting, his mind on the possibilities of the dangers they faced going skinned such as they were, the income possibilities, and whether they’d be able to float the boat afterwards. Then his mind passed on to Griff’s ship and the Feds that’d been snooping around the dock. For a time he wondered at his friend’s safety, but only for a time. Then they were in the meeting and greetings were taking place.

“Captain Wyatt Mon! Good to see you?” Dodger stepped forward to shake hands and Wyatt smiled just enough to not offend while remaining businesslike as he accepted.

“Sam! ‘Ow you doin’ Mon! Nice Shirt! ‘Ow long you ‘ave to wear to win de bet?” Dodger asked with a hearty laugh after separating himself from the captain. Then, after Dash has made his usual stamp on the civility level, their host turned to look at Willow and whistled a long, slow note, “Willow, my my my. You are looking fine Girl.” His eyes darted back to Wyatt where they settled with an accusing stare, “You are an unfair man, mon. Bring a beautiful woman to my ‘ome like dis, ‘ow am I suppose to talk business wit’ a clear ‘ead?” His words were softened by a sudden, infectious laugh as he rounded the desk and seated himself.

“Can I offer you a drink? Smoke? Other pleasures?” He asks still laughing. Wyatt waited until Willow had seated herself before taking one of his own near Sam and Willow both. The center position, the seat of power.

“Yeah,” Sam laughed, caught up in the man’s infectious laughter, “how’s about some o’ them shiny underpants as yer dressin’ Frick or Frack in these days? I know me a whorehouse out on Jiangyin where I might could wear somethin’ like that. Mmm… and a beer wouldn’t hurt none, neither… got all the smoke I need hangin’ right here.” He waved a hand in front of his face, carving whirling trails through the smoky haze in the air.

Wyatt felt a sudden urge to smack Dash in the back of the head, but refrained. This was Dodger, he knew Sam so there wouldn’t be no offense taken at the man’s boorish mannerisms. Holding up a hand, Wyatt gave a slight shake of his head to indicate that he was done up right and proper for the moment.

“What’s wrong wit’ my shirt?” Sam asked, drawing Wyatt’s attention to the gorilla and the wording once again. He vaguely remembered having read the quip when he’d first seen Dash in the cargo bay, but it hadn’t registered. Wyatt responded by raising his eyebrows and shrugging.

“So, Willow say you ‘ave some cargo you need moved. Whatcha got Mon that be burning a ‘ole in your ‘ull?”

Wyatt stood halfway from his seat and produced the sten-bolt he’d stowed away for just such an instance. Reaching over the table he handed it to the man and then returned to his seat.

“Good, solid sten-bolts is all. Figured you could get some fair market pricin’ fer the lot of them… got a good five cartons full: five hunnerd, shiny.”

Wyatt watched Dodger examine the item with interest for a moment. Maybe everything was going to go all right after all—“Willow! You sly vixen. What you be tryin’ to do to me 'ere?”—Then again, maybe not.

Wyatt remained cool as ice, staring at Dodger and daring him to meet his gaze while at the same time not challenging him. Out of the corner of his eye, Sung saw Willow lean forward and place a pliant hand on Dodger's tense forearm.

"Dodger, darlin', if I were attempting to ‘do’ you, there'd be no mistaking it for anything else. I told the captain, if anyone could move marked goods and get close to market value, it's Dodger, and so here we are," Willow purred, stroking Dodger's arm lightly. "We hadn't gotten to talking about price yet, and we had no intention of hiding anything. With me, sweetness, what you see is what you get."

“Same’s clean through fer the lot o’ us, Dodger. I ain’t no Chwen, and ain’t lookin’ to wind up on the wrong end of Dodger’s interests. Like I said, five hunnerd o’ them.” Leaning forward, Wyatt rested his right elbow on his knee and drew Dodger’s attention away from Willow the best he could with his presence alone. (OOC: Perception) Wyatt tried to read the man, looking for a sign that the deal had been broken, or why it had raised questions in the first place. He’d looked that cargo over himself a number of times; how could he have missed anything that could be detrimental to the deal? (OOC: Barter. But only if my perception read indicates that we won’t get shot up by playing the issue.) “These here are good, solid pieces o’ equipment, Dodger. They ain’t some spoiled turnips we’re trying to dice and pass off as raisons. They’ll fetch ya a good price on the flipside, so what’s your offer?”


Posted on 2007-03-06 at 06:33:42.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: As the last brick...


Setting the last of the bricks aside, Char paused and gave listen to the activity he heard from above. The light of their lantern cast its glow past Dapple's and the ranger's forms throwing their shadows into the room and making them dance a bit. After a moment, the ranger (ever conscious of Dapple's personal space) refrained from touching the thief to get her attention, but instead, motioned her towards the door where her acute hearing might be put to good use. Turning back to the others he considered the spell that covered the noise the warrior's armor might make. Would it last much longer? How much time did they have before the duration (was that what he'd heard those war mages call it?) expire? Shoring up against his mistrust of magic the ranger gave his companions a nod and then proceeded into the room, stepping carefully and peering up at the ceiling for a moment to discern what kind of support was overhead.

Once he was inside, he motioned that those behind him wait just within the room and peeled away from them to join the thief at the door. Pressing his ear against the old wood, Char listened for a moment, holding his breath so as not to disturb the natural sounds from beyond.

Posted on 2007-03-04 at 18:28:00.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: *Grins*


Bet ya all thought I forgot the pretty I was workin' on. Betcha did... but, I didn'. Matter-o'-fact, ya all can see it right... here:




Posted on 2007-03-04 at 18:16:02.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Yes please...


Right now Croaker and Preacher are hanging out about 100y from the Hole behind an overgrown planter while Coyote is a ways behind them in the shadows of the alley they'd just left. I need to know your next actions.

Good on DA.

Posted on 2007-03-04 at 18:13:26.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: No joke!


Can someone else play the intrepid knight? Stay tuned to find out...

Posted on 2007-03-04 at 18:12:03.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: I'm not waiting anymore.


Posting has commenced.

Posted on 2007-03-03 at 19:44:01.

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


That be the skinny...

Posted on 2007-03-03 at 02:16:56.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: We're on!


The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – 12:49am

As the two gunmen left his side, Coyote hit his contact in the hopes of some assistance. Lobo answered quickly, his voice tense on the other end.

“¿Qué?” Lobo queried. “Where are you, hombre? We lost you about an hour ago.”

The location was delivered in quick, hushed tones followed by a small term of silence on the other end. Then, “I can get something en route in about five minutes. That’s the closest we’ve got in the vicinity. That be quick enough?”

Meanwhile, Croaker and Preacher crouched some hundred meters from the Hole ready to make their move.

The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – 12:49am





Meat Location: The Farris Family Inn – Night City – 10:15pm; The Net: Night City Grid – Night City University Net Campus/Administration Building.

“Can I help you?” the voice asked him. He turned an about face and stared into the eyes of the seductive AI program. Her voice was like a symphonic orchestra, beautiful, melodic and sweet. Whoever designed this program definitely knew what they were doing. Her bent over form revealed the cleavage that he had so noticed earlier, making his heart race slightly faster. Jazzer was always better able to associate with net entities more so than women in real life.

“Umm....uhhh....yeah,” he replied as he raised his gaze to the green dots that were supposed to be her pupils. He had not expected for his invisiblity to be pierced by the AI, it having had worked all night. “Is there any way that I could perhaps check the mail of one Merideth Ackerman. Her father has hired to help in the case of her disappearance. I am a private investigator and not a cop, so I have no credentials to show you.”

He tried to keep his voice steady and attempted to persuade the AI that he was for real here.

Artificial intelligence was a different challenge to persuade than a real person. Though they were programmed to mimic various personalities they were, in fact, algorithms and logic guided their processes. But Jazzer knew this. He was an experienced programmer, one of the best on the market as a matter of fact, and he knew the proper ploy he needed to play. The role of a private investigator would most likely make sense, and since logic was the driving factor within the AI, Jazzer was gambling on the fact that if this Merideth had been missing for long enough the AI would likely conclude that an investigation made sense… His gamble paid off.

“Certainly, sir. Right this way.” The AI turned about and led the way to the wall of boxes, then waved her hand similarly to the way a gameshow hostess presents prizes. The box that was Merideth’s lit up, outlined by a blue glow. Imagery of letters began to flow from within the box though the door hadn’t opened. They were carried by dove wings and flew out to hover in front of Jazzer. The AI swiveled about again and walked her sexy walk to behind the counter once more where she busied herself with pretend post office work.

There weren’t many emails. Especially for a beautiful college girl. Jazzer filtered through the emails quickly, looking at subject lines and trying to determine whether something was interesting enough to copy. After a couple of seconds he quickly copied everything, releasing the emails back to the box and closing it down. This left the netrunner alone in the post office with the inattentive AI.

Meat Location: The Farris Family Inn – Night City – 10:15pm; The Net: Night City Grid – Night City University Net Campus/Student Union/Bookstore.




The Mean Streets – Upper East Side - Night City/Rooftop next to the Hole – 12:48pm

DigitalScribe tapped Guardian on the shoulder with a quick, back of the hand swat. He’d seen the procession as well and now he was eager to see what was going on inside. “OK, ideas on how we’re going to get the skinny on this meet?” The fact that the media was asking his bodyguard’s advice on the matter was not just born from the man’s lack of tactical knowledge for urban infiltration, but that he was really stumped how they were going to get anything worth while from their current location.

The Mean Streets – Upper East Side - Night City/Rooftop next to The Hole – 12:48am


Posted on 2007-02-28 at 03:52:08.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Good?


Char eyed Dapple in her activities wondering after the thief's intentions. When Da' Moon grabbed Talas by the chin, Char was momentarily caught up with concern that her action might just spoil her disguise. But Dapple played it off with ease and when Talas stood once more the ranger glanced at Arien, raising his eyebrows as if to say, 'Pa-leeeeeese.' Then he motioned towards the grate once more.

"If'n dis 'appy li'l party be o'er den; can we en'er da keep now?"

Posted on 2007-02-27 at 05:22:30.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Hopefully all of us.


It isn't so much an effort to declare a winner as an opportunity to advance your character, effect the storyline, etc. through excellent roleplay. In a lot of games the incentive to actually roleplay is overruled by the desire to improve your character statistics, gain new skills, earn bigger and better numbers, etc. The infusion of a Plot Point system helps people realize that the idea of roleplay is to play the character for the benefit of the ongoing story. The numbers on your character sheet are there to help direct your capabilities within the storyline. A lot of gamers have forgotten this (it is one reason why I have a beef with D&D after all of these years, though we won't get into that). In any case, winners are defined by the fact that your character is still alive when all is said and done (or not, if your character died in a way befitting their personality) and that you had fun while playing them, helping everyone else in the game do the same thing.

*Steps down off soap box*

The great thing is that we're all doing a bang-up job!

Posted on 2007-02-27 at 05:03:04.

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


So Wyatt could easily respond to Sam, but I liked the "wrapped up in his own thoughts" idea so I'm not going to. On to the meeting?

Posted on 2007-02-24 at 04:11:17.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Takin' a little pressure off the DM...


Char quickly scanned the group as they made their responses. Dey be as unsure as yerself, Char-lad. That wasn’t a good thing to conclude. The ranger knew that he didn’t have any magical knowledge, so he relied on those who did to fill him in on what he lacked. When they didn’t know either that meant that they were moving through a black cave with no light and Char didn’t like that feeling. Glancing towards the knight he wondered what their intrepid leader had to say about things. They hadn’t much time do decide on whether they wanted to continue, or back off. He’d heard of divination magic, captains in the camps he’d grown up in had often spoken of the benefit and Char had wondered why they needed scouts like he’d grown to be at all with that kind of magical assistance. If this were a wide sweep of magical scrying their position was compromised and the ranger felt a desire to return to the cliff. Higher ground could offer a distinct advantage if they were required to defend themselves against Imperial attacks. Then again—Char glanced over his shoulder once more, peering at the keep with narrowed eyes—if it weren’t, they’d be wasting precious hours and run the risk of being discovered.

Shaking his head, Char decided that Arien was preoccupied with thoughts of Alloryn.

“Kilgim,” he said in a hushed tone. “Pray, my frien’. If fer no udder reason dan t’ quie’ da big man der.” The ranger dipped his head in Talas’ direction before continuing. “I says we take’r luck wit’ da keep, move quick an’ ‘ope dat we be undetected.

“Da’ Moon’ll take da lead, der, lessen ya ‘ave differin’ views, Arien. Arien shou’ be secon’, Talas numma three, da two o’ yous—“ Char motioned at the mages. “—Come nex’, den Kilgim, an’ I be bringin’ up da back. Dat’ll keep dose o’ ya wit’ da spell quie’ an’ in da middle.”

Char glanced over his shoulder again, motioning at the entrance, “Well? As Eftari always be sayin’, ‘light yer heels lads, cause da gods ain’t gonna move da eart’ unner yer feet fer ya.'”


Posted on 2007-02-24 at 03:45:14.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Roger.


Thanks for the heads up.

I'm waiting for Eol to post his first take on Preacher before moving forward. If I don't see him before Sunday night I'll try to post then. Thanks for your patience.

Posted on 2007-02-24 at 03:08:16.
Edited on 2007-02-24 at 03:47:36 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: I'm one of those three.


Yup, yup, yup... I am.

Posted on 2007-02-22 at 01:39:22.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Ain't no one sitting idle!


Ya all're coming along! J/K

Actually only need Sam and Willow.

Posted on 2007-02-22 at 01:38:04.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Any luck with a final player?


So, anyone know of someone reliable to take over Bullseye? Should we just continue? What's the general census?

Posted on 2007-02-21 at 03:43:57.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: He is.


Blammm sent me a PM apologizing for the delay. He had a legitimate excuse so we're only looking for one more player to take on Bullseye.

Posted on 2007-02-18 at 00:27:05.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Huh, what!?


Char was impressed with Arien’s reserve. He’d known the knight long enough to recognize a good deal of growth within him and he respected him for it; listening to the plan of action with only a little trepidation. When Arien opened the air for suggestions, Char inserted his two bits as quickly as possible.

“Don’na see much use in da spellslingers makin’ wif da distractin’,” he tilted his head towards the direction of the two men. “Shouldn’ we make t’ sneak in unseen an’ unheard? A distractin’ migh’ jus’ aler’ da guards t’ be watchin’ fer us full now. I say’t be bedda t’ wait on’na distractin’ ‘till no choice we be ‘avin’ bu’ ta give up our position.”

(OOC: Later)

Having finished with the plan Char thought to find a little rest in preparation for the night’s events. Moving away from the rest the ranger found a cool, dark portion of the rock and began to unfold his bedroll when Arien caught his eye and motioned him over. They stood alone near the cliff face they had traversed to gain their perch, looking back over the path they had tread. Char scratched at his beard in silence, waiting for the knight to say what he had to say and unsure of how he could possibly be the one to console the man in his sister’s plight. Char wondered if perhaps he’d mistaken Arien’s motion and had somehow missed Kilgim standing behind him. Maybe Arien had been wanting to speak with the priest and due to Char’s misunderstanding the knight was now forced to find something polite to discuss in order not to make the ranger feel stupid.

“Char, I want you to lead the rest once we get in. My focus will be Alloryn and her rescue. If something happens to me, I want you to keep everyone together. Will you do that for me friend?”

The ranger’s gloved fingers stopped scratching at his beard and he turned his shaggy head slowly so that he could observe the knights noble face with open shock. This was not in the least bit what he’d thought would come up! Arien was a nobleman, a knight, and the obvious choice as a leader in this company of misadventurers. No one could deny that despite the youth and vigor those who had been with him on his last adventure had come to associate with him. But never in his born days had Char considered leading a group of adventurers on anything more than a game trail. Sure, he was adept at finding the path through the mountain passes, leading them across great expanses to water and the necessary lodgings, even tracking a trail through a rainy night, but actually lead them as one of those high-and-mighty commanders that had strutted about the camps Char had spent his youth in? Never in his born days… wouldn’t Kilgim be better suited for such a task? The dwarf was the cousin of Dwan, the leader of the Iron League, after all; and a spiritual leader, even though Char didn’t venerate the dwarven god, he sure could admit to the wisdom the small man had to offer. A hundred more thoughts quickly passed through the ranger’s shaggy head until he realized that he was standing in open awe and silence while Arien awaited an answer.

“Uh, sure,” he found himself saying. Then he blinked. What!? Shouldn’t there have been some question as to the sanity behind Arien focusing on Alloryn’s rescue when they hadn’t the foggiest where she was being held despite his certainty? Shouldn’t Char be the voice of reason and suggest that the wizardess could very well have escaped and the dagger had been written off as a casualty of the instance? Shouldn’t Char have suggested Kilgim to the post? Shouldn’t he have begged the knight not to let anything happen to him so that there wouldn’t be that necessity? Hey, look der, Char-lad. A cliff. Why no’ jus’ jump. Ya ‘ave da luck wit dat jus’ as well, no? Maybe ya’ll sprout wings’n fly ‘fore ya ‘it da groun’?

Still, all that was left hanging in the air was Char’s tentative, and somewhat surprised, assurance.

(OOC: Darkness Falls)

Char had overseen the descent into the valley below with a silence that hid the inner turmoil he still felt at Arien’s discussion with him as well as the excitement that rose within his chest at the arrival of their plan of action. Once they all stood at the base of the cliff, Char led the way as quickly and quietly as they could manage with their current assortment of armor and gear until he figured they were close enough that he ought to split apart and scout ahead. He could move quieter and quicker through these woods to make sure they weren’t being ambushed and return to the party to guide them without difficulty. Besides which, Da’ Moon knew the exact position of the grate better than he, so when it came right down to it, it would be she who was leading them the remainder of the way.

Focusing on the task at hand, Char suddenly felt something heavy pushing through the trees until he could of sworn he was being struck in the face by a strong wind. Blinking against the sensation, the ranger waited a moment, crouched, with bow in hand and arrow knocked, while his eyes danced about their surroundings in the hopes that he could determine any accompanying threat before the party was hit by it… then the sensation passed and the ranger glanced over his shoulder to where he could make out the silhouettes of those behind him.

Pressing his lips together, Char silently made his way back to the rest of them and crouched in front. In a voice that was so low as to barely be heard, Char focused his attention on the three spellcasters.

“Di’ja feel dat?” Having been a follower of many military camps growing up, Char knew that sometimes wizards controlled the weather to give their troops better odds and with the knowledge that there were wizards within the broken down keep, he wasn’t too concerned with being overly cautious.


Posted on 2007-02-15 at 04:42:17.

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


I hadn't planned on Wyatt doing much of anything until the meeting other than inventory, running numbers, and trying to figure out what the best approach would be for getting the cargo off the ship in the most decent fashion (with Griff's safety in mind). If you folks want to chat with him; Wyatt'll likely be in the cargo hold until meeting.

Posted on 2007-02-15 at 04:05:47.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: He's posting elsewhere...


Blammm is posting in the Firefly game so I can only assume he's either ignoring me, or hasn't received my messages. I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt for now due to his posts elsewhere.

Posted on 2007-02-14 at 02:09:09.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Always a pleasure...


Preacher is yours. I'll get you a character sheet for him and welcome to the Streets, chombatta.

Posted on 2007-02-13 at 05:55:50.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: If you've got 'em...


If you've people who are intersted have them approach me. I want to maintain a certain level of writing so I'm reserving the right to be picky.

As far as taking a break is concerned until we fill the roster once more, I'm ok with that.

Posted on 2007-02-10 at 19:58:43.
Edited on 2007-02-10 at 21:59:59 by Bromern Sal

 


  Partners:       Dungeons and Dragons resources, from 2nd to 4th Edition gamegrene.com | for the gamer who's sick of the typical Dungeons and Dragons Adventures, #1 resource for D&D Dungeons and Dragons 4th Edition  
View/Edit Your Profile | Staff List | Contact Us
Use of the RDINN forums or chatrooms constitutes agreement with our Terms of Service.
You must enable cookies and javascript to use all features of this site.