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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Answers
On the map, you guys are to the left and down towards the lower portion of it, even further from where the map ends by about an inch. So, you've got the whole parking lot between you and the Hole. As far as the buildings you're between in the alley: one is another apartment building and the other is looks to be a dry cleaners on the main level with glass windows in the front and apartments up above. Both look secure with cameras in place.
Posted on 2006-11-28 at 18:54:39.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Grumbles at the ingenuity of the GM.
*Goes looking for a towel*
Posted on 2006-11-27 at 22:07:15.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Checks to make sure he isn't playing a Paladin...
I have, uh, thirty-two extra-healing potions. Yeah... thirty-two.
Posted on 2006-11-27 at 18:53:19.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Philosophy
While the others interrogated the creature, Char took Northwind and made for higher ground. He was more interested in getting a more magnified knowledge of the lay of the land than he was in finding out why the creatures were so far away from their homeland. He had already surmised that there would be little chance of communicating with them, but had never counted on one of the mages having access to Comprehend Languages; a spell he was entirely unfamiliar with. So, having accepted Kilgim’s healing and using a little from his own potion to top him off, the ranger mounted his war horse and took the stallion for a little gallop. His eyes were constantly at work, piercing the shadows of rocky outcroppings, filtering the patterns of the leaves; he hated the fact that they’d been ambushed, especially when they were the ones who had tried to establish an ambush to thwart another ambush…
With the lay of the land better surveyed, Char returned to where the rest of his party was already at work dumping the bodies of the thri-kreen into the holes their ankheg companions had so handily made ready for them. Dismounting, he quickly looked about for the thri-kreen mage, frowning at the absence of the creature, but choosing to remain quiet. The ranger helped clean the area, fully aware that the remains of the creatures would attract scavengers and that would make the road more deadly for those who came behind them. He continued to remain aloof, riding ahead of the party after having received directions from the boy’s they’d just saved, and leading the others to the farmstead. Once there, he found purchase on the roof and with bow in hand watched for any sign of trouble while the others went about their business. When all was said and done, the ranger watched the lad’s departure from his perch before returning to the ground and mounting Northwind once more, intent on leading the party to the waymeet. Again, he remained quiet, internally processing what had occurred and who likely had murdered the creature. It mattered not to him that the thri-kreen had attacked them, or that it was alien in its appearance. It was a living creature and Nature had obviously not discarded it from Her bosom, so it should be given the respect any living creature deserved and someone in the party had killed it out of hand. As night began to purple the horizon, the ranger had concluded that if he allowed the thoughts to fester in his mind it would eventually poison him as a carcass in standing water destroyed the purity of it.
As he approached the waymeet, he dismounted Northwind and gave the command to stay, then proceeded on foot, quietly and using the natural shadows of the land to make sure he remained unnoticed should anyone be present. He held his magical bow in hand, an arrow to the string, but after making the rounds and popping into the structure with string drawn to cheek, he relaxed and returned his arrow to quiver, whistling for Northwind. He met the others and quickly, but simply, confirmed that they were alone, before leading his horse into the stable and tending to his needs. Once finished, the ranger snags his bow, slings his quiver once again, and confirms everyone’s suspicion that he was going to go hunting, heading off into the woods at once.
(OOC: Successful or not…)
Upon returning to the waymeet, Char shared a quiet meal with his companions at the conclusion of which he rose, fastened his cloak about his neck and slung his quiver once more from his shoulder.
“I’ll be on da roof, takin’ watch,” was all he said as he made his way to the door, making sure that the path he took did not put him within proximity with Jal. The Spellbinder still set his skin crawling. Thar’s somet’ing unnatural ‘bout dat one, Char-lad. Climbing to the thatched roof, the ranger finds a place to settle that allows him a good view all about with minimal movement and attempts to blend in with the shadows as much as he could so that he’d be the one to see the approach, but not necessarily be seen out of hand. His intention is to remain there throughout the night, sleeping lightly as one in his profession is used to doing, so that his companions may rest in peace.
(OOC: I’ve marked the potion use on my character sheet… Char has no need of either item found on the wizard thri-kreen).
Posted on 2006-11-23 at 12:17:25.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: If the general concensus is...
All right, not to be difficult, but Char isn't one to take life unecessarily. Killing the bug after questioning him is against Char's ethos. I don't want to drag the game down with the ranger's objections so I'll probably have him suggest that they temporarily split the party to save time and remove him from the scenario. He can lead Dapple and maybe Kilgim (see the spelling?) to the local they will likely get described to them from the boys and while the dwarf puts their father to rest, Char and Dapple can gather what's needed from the home. That way you bloodthirsty types (*wink*) can question the buggar and then squash him without Char's interference.
Posted on 2006-11-23 at 11:48:48.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Whether Dapple accepts the potion or not.
Char heard the words of his companions and after Arian had given direction he frowned a bit. It was possible that this band of bugs were, as Kilgrim had said, far from their domain. He knew enough of the ankheg to know this to be the case, but what were the chances that they were the only ones? The boys had, after all, said that they'd been attacked at their homestead and that's where their father met his end.
Ignoring Spellbinder's strange mutterings and distracted actions was something Char felt he'd never become used to. The very actions that the man took were disturbing to the natural order of things as far as the ranger was concerned. So, he focused on those that he knew as he addressed the party.
"Thar be a couple o' tings I tink we should be tinking o' den." Char took a couple of steps away from Dapple and scanned the horizon for Northwind. "Should we go t' da lad's farm, der should be silen' an' stealthy recon perform'd 'fore we all go dancin' along da edge. An' der be no reason da lads 'afta return t' da place der pa was slain. I say should da area be safe, a selec' few o' us go in, see t' da burial o' the lad's pa, grab der provisions, an' den deliver a rou' fer da lads t' ge' t' Freegate followin' Kilgrim's suggestion.
"Wha'e'er da decision, we move dis party t' rockier groun' soon."
Posted on 2006-11-22 at 00:23:53.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Moved this along
All right, I've posted a continuance. Congratulations to Coyote who won an IP for Awareness/Notice with an exploding, amazing, stunning score on his roll... it was seriously one of the best I've ever seen in 'Punk so I had to award the point.
Posted on 2006-11-21 at 22:08:32.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Oh yeah... we're moving' now!
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – 12:26am
The decision had been made. Preacher was going to take Bullseye’s place as a gun on the run, Bullseye would handle the van. They were still a couple of blocks away from the Hole and Croaker had taken that into consideration. He’d asked for at least fifteen minutes to get into position and if they moved, that would be enough to position themselves. Peacekeeper, Firewind, Spiff were to approach the Hole for a meeting with Spiff’s assumed contact. Croaker, Coyote, and Preacher were going to provide cover from somewhere surrounding the Hole, and Bullseye’d be close by for the pick up. That was the plan anyway.
The blocks between them faded fast. The three men moving into position jogged through the rain in loose formation, their heavy boots splashing through the gathered rainwater, their jackets and bags bouncing in sodden rhythm, their silenced submachine guns held firmly in their grip. The trip took them through alleys and across two streets, all the while the men kept glancing about looking for signs of interruption in their progress. The winds howling with an intense rage, flinging rain into their faces with a vengeance. The parking lot to the southwest of the Hole came up on them quickly. The three stood in the perceived protection of an alley across the street from the lot encased in shadow while a couple of cars rolled by.
Croaker could see the basic shapes of the vehicles in the lot through the rain, but the weather didn’t permit much more than that. Coyote’s eyesight wasn’t so hindered. He could pinpoint the tiny cameras attached to the lamp posts. He could even make out the shadow of the bloke sitting on top of the Hole near the fire escape in the southeastern corner. Preacher could also see better than Croaker, but not quite as good as the augmented boostergang bodyguard that was now counted within their numbers. He saw the cameras and whistled.
“Su-eeee,” he began with a slow shake of his head, the rain pouring from the rim of his hat. “There’s some security o’er yonder. That there parkin’ lot’s got enough eyes on it t’ be a vidstar.”
Back at the other parking lot Spiff, Firewind, and Peacekeeper had been counting down. The distance between them and their destination had been calculated and it was determined that if they were to amble over when the others were running it would give their companions enough time to find purchase before they reached the front door. They’d take the street, walking along the sidewalks and in a more roundabout direction than straight through the blocks. They’d also walk with more of a determined nature; like people on a mission. Spiff took the lead, Peacekeeper and Firewind on either side.
This left Bullseye sitting in the driver’s seat of the van he’d requisitioned.
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – 12:35am
Meat Location: The Farris Family Inn – Night City – 10:14pm; The Net: Night City Grid – Night City University Net Campus/Administration Building.
The filing cabinets were just a shell for the intricate database containing the hundreds of thousands of registered students and staff; everyone from physical entities to worldwide “exchange” students were in there. Public access should you know who to look for. A few menu selections and entering the words Merideth Ackerman resulted in success. Jazzer wasn’t a database genius, but he knew enough about programming to get around the deficiency.
Merideth was registered at the university. She was apparently a transfer from Berkley… a couple of strokes of genius later and Jazzer had opened the confidential files, bypassing the securities that the school had in place according the state’s privacy laws. It wasn’t an easy thing per se, but it was something he was capable of doing and he had the need. According to the confidential files she hadn’t been to any of her classes for the better part of three weeks. Notices had been sent to her father: one Mick Ackerman at a P.O. Box downtown. They’d received a response back from Mick stating that Merideth was away visiting family and excused for the time being, but that he didn’t see any problem with her returning next semester. There was also a notation that the Ackermans had provided the college with a nice donation immediately following the letter.
There was also a picture of Merideth for her student I.D.. According to her file, Merideth Ackerman was 5’ 4” tall, had techhair, shifttacs, and was a beauty of the extraordinary kind.
Meat Location: The Farris Family Inn – Night City – 10:14pm; The Net: Night City Grid – Night City University Net Campus/Administration Building.
The Mean Streets – Night City – 11:16pm
It was surprisingly easy to gain access to the apartment building: the door, as it turned out, was caught on the rubber-backed welcome matt thus allowing the two access to the interior lobby. Guardian led the way, having hidden his weapon long enough to not draw attention to them from the sniper overhead. Once in the yellow-lit lobby, however, the large bodyguard revealed his handgun once more. Again, luck seemed to be on their side as they made their way up the stairs and to a red door marked “Utility” as they encountered no one. Frankie had been sure they’d have to bluff their way through at least one encounter and had to admit to a little disappointment when they found themselves standing in front of the door that they were both sure would lead to the roof access they desired. The trick at this point would be getting in, and this door was locked.
It was a simple lock, but a lock none-the-less. The two men looked at each other for a moment, each wondering if the other had a means to bypass the lock, and each knowing the longer they stared that there neither man was going to produce a rabbit from their hat. Finally, DigitalScribe shrugged and stepped back, motioning that Guardian was better suited for the grunt work. Guardian also took a step back, then very fluidly, cocked his leg back and gave the door a vicious front kick right near the knob. The door shuddered, but held. The two men looked up and down the hall to see what the assault had disturbed, waited a couple of minutes and then gazed for a moment at one another again before Frankie motioned at the door once more. Again Guardian’s booted foot bounced off the door with a loud thud.
“The thing ain’t Fort Knox, god!” DigitalScribe breathed in disbelief. Guardian responded by kicking the door one more time. This time the attack was followed by a serious cracking sound and though the door held, the jam was definitely broken. Guardian finished it off by putting a shoulder to it and pushing.
The utility room was dark and DigitalScribe was forced to turn on the battery-powered lamp on his camera to provide them with a visual of the cluttered space. There were furnaces, water heaters, and all sorts of piping as well as an iron staircase in the back that led up to a ladder and a trap door. Stepping inside, Frank in the lead, Frankie following and closing the door (to the best of their ability) behind them, the two men made short work of the distance between them and the stairs, then the ladder, and finally Guardian emerged into the rain once more, crouching low on the rooftop.
DigitalScribe waited until his bodyguard signaled that it was clear before climbing onto the gravel surface. He left the door to the roof open for a quick escape and ducked real low so as not to give himself up to those on the neighboring rooftop.
“I’ll go over there and see about angles,” he pointed to the side closest to the Hole as he started to half-crawl towards the lip.
Guardian made a quick round of the rooftop and found that there was a fire escape probably within jumping distance attached to the building they were on against the north wall… the street wall. He quickly returned to DigitalScribe’s side and whispered his findings as the two lay belly down in the puddles of rain water. The media’s camera was rolled back almost onto his back and swiveled slightly recording the whole scene on the roof opposite. Frankie gave his bodyguard a nod, mentally registering the location as Guardian had described it and categorizing it under: probably an easier escape route should things get messy than down into the building again.
“Ok,” he whispered, fully aware that it was likely these boostergang sentries could be augmented with audio amplification. “There’s four of those bastards up there; one on each corner. It looks like they are armed with some pretty high-powered artillery… assault rifles and shit.” Frankie shook his head slightly and glanced at Guardian. “Looks like I was right. There’s some serious kaka going down here, boy-oh. Looks like this might just be a big payday after all.”
The Mean Streets – Night City – 12:35am
Posted on 2006-11-21 at 21:51:16.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Helping restore Da full Moon
The burly ranger closed his eyes to fend off the stinging, throbbing pain from his wounds. He stood over the corpse of the creature he’d just killed, his magnificent, strangely curved swords dripping with the ichors torn from the interior of the bug’s carapace. He’d just caught Dapple’s acrobatic execution of the last stand—leaping—thri-kreen and Char took advantage of the moments following to compose himself. He’d taken worse in his lifetime, but it never made the fresh ones any easier. Taking a deep breath, he heard his companions murmuring some paces away and knew they were about the business of cleaning up the mess they’d just caused. Tucking his magical blade underneath his right arm, completely ignoring the gore still on the weapon, the ranger slipped his left hand into his belt pouch and fumbled around for one of the three potions that he’d been keeping for some time. Finding the vial he lifted it to his lips, used his teeth to uncork the thing, and then drank the sweet liquid slowly, allowing it to tumble across his tongue. He felt the healing effects take root immediately and didn’t move for a couple of seconds but to drop his hand to his side and enjoy the tingling flow. It may not have been enough to fully heal, but it was all he’d allow himself for the time.
Replacing the empty vial to his pouch, the ranger returned his attention to his companions. There’d be a need for sentries to keep an eye on things while others dealt with the dirty task of searching the dead and dealing with the wounded. The healing potion had been necessary to prepare himself in case that was the first wave. Taking his sword in hand once more, Char wiped the blades clean in turn on his cloak hem, then rolled the hem in the dirt and brushed it as “clean” as he could with quick, determined strokes. Rising up once more, the ranger surveyed the rest of the group, having missed the ruthless coup de grace Talas had given to one foe and hearing Valentine’s advice Char tilted his head slightly as he walked over to where Dapple searched a body. He wondered if such creatures could speak the common tongue. Were their “mouths” capable of making the sounds?
As the ranger reached the rogue’s side, he slipped his swords back in their sheathes and fished out another healing potion. He’d seen Da’ Moon take a few hits and having felt the bite of those polearms himself, he knew she must be going through some serious mental exercises to keep her injuries hidden as well as she was. Standing next to her, he casually peered down at where the others had gathered and tapped her shoulder with the vial.
“If’n yer t’ keep up da act, dis’ll ‘elp make it easier.” He didn’t know if she had potions of her own, he didn’t care. He did know that Da’ Moon still chose to keep her gender secret and he considered her a friend. As such, he’d help her keep as much attention off of her as possible. All the while his crystal blue eyes continued to scan their surroundings, making sure that they wouldn’t be ambushed in such a fashion again. He’d learned something that day about battling these bugs. Something he wasn’t likely to forget anytime soon.
Posted on 2006-11-21 at 19:56:06.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: The old crew?
*Waves at Lori*
Posted on 2006-11-21 at 19:02:52.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Multiple rounds work better for me.
Definitely multiple rounds... and you don't have to wait to call until you have a question. Heck! Come up with a question; I don't care if I don't have the answer, I'll make one up. 
Posted on 2006-11-16 at 21:44:38.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Ouch!
Char gasped as the first blade struck home, then winced with the solid blow from the second. He knew that he’d feel the pain in a moment; right now his body was dealing with the shock. Focus, Char-lad, he thought as he watched his foe leap away with a bit of a sinking feeling. Only moments earlier he’d seen Valentine lose his sword as though it were ripped from his hands, and Da’ Moon wasn’t having her usual luck with her fancy footwork either. ’Ow, in da name o’ all da gods’re we ‘posed t’ ‘it dese bastards? He had the sinking feeling that the bow, though most practical for the bouncing insects, wasn’t the solution. The thin bolt of the arrow wasn’t doing enough damage; he needed to get in there with his kukri. Of course, that meant facing all four arms, but he was facing them anyway, just without the ability to retaliate.
Dropping his bow, the ranger ripped his two swords free of their belt sheathes. His lip curled as the pain struck him from the blows he’d just sustained. The impact from his body realizing the extent of the injuries caused him to stumble a bit, but he wasn’t through. Running forward, Char’s lip curled as he turned the pain of his injuries into anger. It was a feral growl that emerged, the ranger’s ratty hair flying wildly about his head, his training in the weapons in hand evident in his approach.
Posted on 2006-11-15 at 22:07:27.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: It'd be a bit of an overkill...
Don't you think? I mean, if I were to take on Ian. Though it'd be carrying on a trend...  I don't think I have the time right now though it is intriguing.
Posted on 2006-11-15 at 09:18:40.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: This time of year.
In all honesty, I'm hit or miss this time of year. With all of the family in the are there are a lot of get togethers, plus my wife wants to take me Christmas shopping, I usually get plied with a lot of art requests, and work intensifies as everyone wants their site built before the Holidays.
I did, however, take the liverty granted Senior Officers, to move the plot on a bit. Feel free to back post as necessary, and I purposefully left the bridge assignments (and those positions) available in case people wanted to fill them.
Posted on 2006-11-14 at 23:36:56.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: Next Day
Stadate: 2366.10.23
USS Discovery, Bridge – 0913
“Sir?” The ensign sitting called out tentatively, drawing Kelsey’s attention away from a report on power management that had just been delivered by digital courier to the captain’s chair arm.
“Yes?”
“I’m picking up a distress signal, bearing,” as the ensign relayed the coordinates, Commander Gavison leaned forward in the seat, placing both elbows on his knees.
“Can you give me anything more?” The commander felt his chest tighten.
“The signal is coming from a freighter… Ferengi, sir. I’m performing a long-range scan now.”
“Are there any other ships in the area?”
“Negative, sir,” the ensign’s voice was as tight as Kel’s chest. “I’m showing a clean sweep. There are life forms aboard the vessel. Three to be exact… “
“Take us to impulse.” Kelsey stood up and took a step forward, tugging at the bottom of his shirt as he did so. “On screen.”
The large display in front of them quickly lit up with the image of a long, rectangular vessel with wide panels above and below it. There were multiple places where some gas was draining away into the vacuum of space and the area surrounding the vessel was littered with debris.
“What’s leaking?” Kel asked.
(OOC: whoever is on the bridge who would handle that, please respond).
“All right. Yellow alert.” Kel returned to the captain’s seat and tapped his comm.. “Captain Blair, to the bridge please.”
They’d barely entered the system and they were already approaching what Kelsey thought could easily be a trap…
Posted on 2006-11-14 at 23:34:26.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Rollin', rollin', rollin'...
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – 12:23am
Preacher had remained mostly quiet since Spiff and Coyote had joined them in the van. He watched from beneath his flat-rimmed gunfighter’s hat and didn’t say a thing until they were ready to go. Then, he gave a nod as the others prepared to leave and said in a low tone, “Don’t know if it matters much where yer plan’s concerned, pardner, but should it come down t’ a tussle, I don’t know what good I’ll be in the chuckwagon. Sure, I can put ‘er in drive, tickle the accelerator a little, but when it comes to leavin’ Dodge, I’m no wheelman if ya catch my drift.”
Of course, as he filled Croaker in on his disposition, the gunman moved behind the wheel.
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – 12:26am
Meat Location: The Farris Family Inn – Night City – 10:14pm; The Net: Night City Grid – Night City University Net Campus/Administration Building.
The door was not locked. It swung open almost before the Mogwai’s three-fingered hand had even touched the knob. Had the administration building been an actual building the room that opened before Jazzer would have been impossible to construct. The sheer size of the room was confounding and it seemed to go on forever. Row upon row of old-fashioned filing systems were marred in their uniformity by the occasional computer monitor and box from the turn of the century. There were plenty of icons floating about as varied in their configuration as the students themselves, but despite the congregation it was easy to spot the administrative assistants and staff. These were each in the form of bouncing balls with hundreds of small, waving tentacles sprouting from either side. When they spoke, a light in the center of their sphere would pulse with the rhythm of the words. These tentacle balls were darting in and out from among the other icons offering assistance and answering questions.
Meat Location: The Farris Family Inn – Night City – 10:14pm; The Net: Night City Grid – Night City University Net Campus/Administration Building.
Posted on 2006-11-14 at 23:16:03.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Good to see.
Glad to know it. Thanks for letting letting me know.
Posted on 2006-11-14 at 22:57:32.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: No heart...
Char was thinking quickly. He'd tried the obvious approach and was seriously impressed with these thri-kreen's mobility. He'd been able to gauge the motion just right to put an arrow in one, but at the price of two others... those numbers didn't add up. The ranger was considering casting his bow aside for now in favor of engaging one of them that had discarded their ranged weapons (particularly the one Dapple was engaged with) when Arien called out the warning. Casting about with his eyes, the rugged mountain man quickly registered the spellcaster amongst them.
"By da gods," he breathed at the realization of the shot. Char had already put another arrow to string and was stepping to his right, facing the thri-kreen wizard. He didn't like the odds. He'd have to shoot past Arien while the knight was dancing his horse about in combat, past one of the ankhegs who was dealing with Valentine, to finally reach the creature. That was an amazing shot no matter how one looked at it and Char wasn't so sure with the morning they were having that the Fates were with them. A curse escaped the rangers lips as he made the decision that he'd have to leave the thri-kreen wizard in Valentine's hands. Instead of firing an arrow that way, he spun about and put another in the thri-kreen he and Dapple had already struck. Should the creature survive, he'll put his second in it as well, but should it fall, the arrow will go towards the next closest thri-kreen.
Posted on 2006-11-11 at 13:01:47.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: My wife refers to gaming as playing house for adults...
She doesn't rake leaves so I can GM, but she does spend hours alone so I can shoot up with my gaming addiction.
Wives are a special breed of understanding.
Posted on 2006-11-09 at 22:37:17.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Pin the tail on the... what the--!
They were too slow! Char felt the tremors through his boots just as his whistle sounded and he immediately regretted summoning Northwind. There’d be a fight first and horsemeat was a delicious substitute for people to these creatures. Then, nearly as quickly as the beasts erupted from the ground, what Char assumed were Thri-kreen, descended from the air. I’ll b’ damned if’n day don’ take a couple-uh arrows ‘fore day toss dem tings!
Raising his bow, he quickly lined up down the length of the arrow and let fly on the Thri-kreen closest to him. He’d heard Arien’s call from behind and had to trust that the other companions would keep the ankheg occupied long enough for he and Da’ Moon to try and cut these bugs up a bit. Not knowing the strengths and weaknesses of the thri-kreen, Char sends his second and third arrows after the first, preparing to continue his pursuit of their deaths from a distance the next opportunity while moving to a position that will alleviate his current weakness to the ankheg.
Posted on 2006-11-07 at 20:49:27.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Rids self of guilt.
Whew! I'm so relieved to hear that. My therapist said that an excess of guilt might make me more human and I'd hate for that to happen.
Posted on 2006-11-07 at 20:24:55.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Lights, Camera, whoa, whoa, whoa! We've got the wrong angle!
The Mean Streets – Night City – 11:14pm
Frankie was just about to walk forward again when Guardian gave his warning. A sniper? I missed that!? Scanning the rooftop it took him only a moment to pick out what he’d overlooked previously since now he had something to look for that was defined. He’s already worth his weight in Euro…
“All right,” DigitalScribe sucked his bottom lip, tasting the acidic rain and making a sour expression as a result. “I’ve changed my mind. We’re not going to knock and ask for an interview.”
The media scanned their surroundings once more, then leaned against the building they were adjacent to. “Well, we’ve got two ways we can play this near as I can tell: offensive or defensive. If we play defensive, we’ll have to sit back and wait for Croaker to make his move, then follow on his coattails and make sure we’ve got ourselves the story. The pros to this are that we’re not the ones likely to draw fire. The cons are that we have to sit out in the rain for a bit, or find ourselves a perch that’ll provide cover and a view while we wait, and there’s the chance that Croaker and his buddies’ll destroy the story before we can get to it.
“Now, I’m all for avoiding bullets, but I’m not afraid to get in the thick of it provided we walk away with something.” Frankie returned to chewing his bottom lip for a moment before settling on a plan.
“Ok, so we go in here,” the media gave the wet brick of the building he was leaning against a pat. “and find ourselves a window to look out of that gives us a view of the Hole. Then we wait and watch—hell, it’s a gamble, but right now I don’t know what else to do without causing this whole thing to blow up in our face, and I ain’t too keen on the idea of putting you against the whole of the Wild Things; no offense. Think you can get us in?”
The building to which he was referring was a north-facing, four-storied, gray brick building with a rear entrance on the parking lot side that was about ten to fifteen paces ahead of them, and a north-facing entrance, street side. Due to the vision enhancements, Guardian could make out the small details of the door handle—a flat, panel grip under which the lock hole was set. Without the enhanced view it was certainly easy to see that the back porch light was on and that moving to such a position would easily put them in full view of whoever was watching the roof. The front entrance wouldn’t be any less conspicuous being on the street side, and all of the lower windows were barred. There was a call box on the left side of the rear door; one of those kind with a little round button for each apartment, and a security camera in a reinforced casement over the door.
(OOC: Remember, the URL for the map is here: MAP)
The Mean Streets – Night City – 11:16pm
Posted on 2006-11-05 at 22:02:54.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Through the Looking Glass
Meat Location: The Farris Family Inn – Night City – 10:14pm; The Net: Night City Grid – Night City University Net Campus/Administration Building.
Mere nanoseconds had passed for Jazzer as his Mogwai icon crouched while he made his assessment. It was hardly any time at all that passed while the netrunner accessed the menu and activated his invisibility program. Then, with a multitude of additional icons (most preconstructed rentals offered by the university for the purpose of experiencing the Net and making attending virtual class settings) streaming past, Jazzer slipped past the watchdogs and through the doors.
He found himself inside a large, monolithic hall of marble and granite. There were holographic signs showing class schedules for the day complete with their location on campus and whether they were virtual or physical hovering in the center of the hall like the departure and arrival times at the maglev station. A crowd of students stood around it, some for only a slight period of time before darting off, while others seemed rooted to the spot. There were also various signs posted over the numerous doors down the length of the hall:
- Admissions
- Class Schedules
- Continuing Education
- Donations
- Courses
- Graduation
- Housing
- Parking
- President’s Office
- Archives
- Sports
- Supercomputing
- Technology
- Arts
- Calendars
- Directory Assistance
- Employment
- Libraries
- Campus Maps
- Publications & News
- Student Housing
- Faculty
There was security inside as well; more of the uniformed, dog-walking icons that prowled about, heads swiveling, snouts snuffling.
Meat Location: The Farris Family Inn – Night City – 10:14pm; The Net: Night City Grid – Night City University Net Campus/Administration Building.
Posted on 2006-11-04 at 22:39:10.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Ah, but how'd you know?
Char listened to the responses of his companions to the tale woven by the children with a full ear, but only partial attention. He still scanned their surroundings, eyeing the shadows hedged into the countryside as though they might be harboring the worst anyone could imagine. He heard the tale of their father being torn asunder by large insects and by their description he knew the Red was telling truths. Ankheg were indeed the hunters, but whether Valentine was correct about these Thri-kreen was left to conjecture. Of course, the wizard had been correct about the Ankheg as near as the scruffy ranger could tell, so there was no reason to doubt that he knew what he was talking about as far as the Thri-kreen were concerned. Shifting ever so slightly, Char gave a small nod to Arien to affirm Adrian’s assessment, and then the large gladiator spoke up.
“Arien, Kilgrim, all is not right. I feel that danger yet lurks close to us. Be on your guard all.”
Char’s brow furrowed and he resumed his watchful scan. The pit of his stomach tightened and he wondered for a moment whether Talas was just being jumpy, or if…
“Da ankheg,” Char said just loud enough to be heard by those gathered nearby. “Day come up from da groun’ like uh volcano. Usin’ der surpise t’ eviscera’ der prey.”
He’d decided that whether Talas was just jumpy or not, he wasn’t going to risk it. Drawing an arrow from his quiver, Char set it to string. “I say we ge’ goin’ den—moun’ up an’ ride t’ rockier groun’. We can take da lads wit’ us, bu’ we’d be safer where it be ‘arder t’ dig.”
If the others are with him, he whistles for Northwind, mounts up, and takes the lead once more to find suitable ground for the purpose of safety from an underground assault.
Posted on 2006-11-04 at 22:21:49.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Good question.
Firewind does have some sedatives in his bag of medical tricks. The sedative would be applied via the airhypo and each dose comes in a tiny, plugin capsule that is placed in the hypo like a single bullet. So, Sedative (BOD 25 Save vs. Unconscious) 15 is actually short for Sedative. Make a Body save vs. a DC 25 or be rendered unconscious. 15 doses.
Posted on 2006-11-04 at 22:08:06.
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