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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game


  1. They are wearing full-face combat masks so he cannot tell who is doing the talking. You should be able to see figures on the map on Roll20 and that will indicate what Ghlahn can see as well as distances.

  2. The map should show you who is in Ghlahn's line of sight.

  3. Overhead LED lights. They are approximately two and a half meters in length and about half a meter wide, maybe four centimeters deep. They are placed every ten meters or so overhead beginning ten meters in from the side. On the map, they would be vertically aligned.

  4. Dart gun range is 5 meters for short, 10 meters for medium, and 15 meters for long. The closest target on the map is about 7.6 meters away.

  5. An Arc Thrower is a weapon that discharges massive electrical charges that are particularly effective against Cee-Metal opponents. It can be deadly and has a short range of 20 meters, medium is 40, and long is 60.

Posted on 2018-12-27 at 13:45:04.
Edited on 2018-12-27 at 13:47:40 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game

I have updated the game and look forward to everyone's posts. 

Ghlahn might seem to be in something of a pickle. Keeper, please check your PM.

Luther has picked up a tail and a little trouble himself. Law states that the vehicle will need to descend to regular street level (being a hover jeep, that's not far) and pull off to the side of the street so that the officer can approach on the sidewalk.

The rest of you... well, those who were about to plunge into the sewers have failed their COOL checks and nobody wants anything to do with that crap.

Posted on 2018-12-26 at 17:59:48.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure

The Alley Outside the Upstairs Downstairs Inc. Building | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 3:24 AM PST


Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)

Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)


This job is turning out to be one never-ending party, Fixer muses. But at least the group generally seems to know what they are doing—and listening to him when he knows what he is doing. Which isn’t all the time, but he has his specialties. And one of those is knowing he does not want to get caught with the stolen goods. The group seems to get this and gets to work dealing with it.


“Look,” Blossom remarks as though the information she’s sharing doesn’t really matter. “Fixer’s probs right. Many companies rig these boxes with tracing hardware in case some of their employees decide to make a few bucks selling surplus. So, we need to find someplace secure where I can jack in and do my full data transfer. Give me a quarter and I’ll make this pony dance.”


“Subway, maybe?” Echo steps up to the blonde solo so that their shoulders are touching. “We might be able to find a corner and give her some cover while she works. It’s close.”


Casino’s masked gaze fixes on Vegas’s back as his partner moves away. Casino has a sudden bad feeling in his gut that this will be the last time he sees his Sinatra look-alike friend and partner alive. Turning to the rest of the group he attempts to put the grim thought behind him and ponders the discussion for a moment.


“Ok,” the big man begins, having come to a conclusion, “Echo suggests the subway, however we are carrying too much stolen stuff to blend in. I say we find a sewer entrance somewhere out of sight and use the area below it as temp base till we reconnect with Vegas and Ghlahn. Or are there any better ideas? Blossom, you OK with a dark deep sewer squat?”


Stomach lurching as the memory of the sewer’s rank odors flood her senses, the netrunner swallows the urge to puke and frowns. “I’ll do what needs doin’. Don’t like it but…” she shrugs.


He’s got a point, Echo admits admiringly of the blonde solo’s change in plan. Better to do this without all the potential rubberneckers. Checking her submachine gun, the nomad woman gives the masked gunman a nod indicating her readiness.


Leading off in a casual stroll, Echo on the group’s six, the big solo takes the small company in the opposite direction that Vegas had gone, out onto the still fairly busy street. Ground cars weave past each other with automated AI-controlled vehicles mixing seamlessly alongside the manually driven cars and vans. While not as crowded as during daylight hours, the sidewalk is still full enough of rain-slick wearing people and delivery bots that the edgerunners find themselves navigating a particularly full swell of humanity immediately upon exiting the alley. Blue hues paint the watery surfaces, cast by a large holographic sign of a beautiful Asian woman advertising a nanobite cosmetic pack.


Casino leads the team to the right—north along the busy thoroughfare. Each cut in the architecture is an opportunity. Most hold some form of huddling homeless party but experience has shown that in most cases, at least in this part of the Integrate, they aren’t going to be able to hold that position for long before security, gangs, or another group of homeless force them out. Their plight doesn’t matter right now, however, the mountain of a man is looking for access to the sewer system and at least a semi-private means procuring one. Surprisingly enough, a garbage-filled, nearly empty alley with a sewer entrance is discovered within minutes of beginning the search.


Those with optics have immediate access to the distance between the buildings: five meters. Five meters of wet, disgusting trash, mud, and unnamable refuse. Discarded shipping boxes, mostly flattened, are scattered about the alleyway, with at least three in plain sight that have been built into a shelter that includes old tarps, printed screamsheets, full print magazines, old blankets, and some plastic shipping materials. The occupants of these three ramshackle abodes wisely avert their attention or numbly make no move to take notice of the edgerunners at all. The manhole cover sits center in the alley, the pavement lowering a good five centimeters to form a nice gully through which the dirty water can flow.


Swiftly making their way to the manhole, Casino and Fixer set about lifting the cover and setting it aside while Echo, Bloodbank, and Blossom stand watch. Candied decay wafts up from the exposed hole to eagerly strike out at the edgerunners’ noses while the sound of rainwater cascading into the depths below makes a hollow beat.


“Dear gods above and below,” Blossom gags. “That’s worse than last time. Is that worse than last time?” She looks to her companions for confirmation. “That’s gotta be worse than last time.”


“Ok Blossom you, Echo, and Bloodbank head down. Fixer and I will become ‘homeless’ and watch the alley for ‘intruders’.” Casino instructs them through the stink.


Echo nods in agreement, squinting against the awful bouquett. Squaring her shoulders, the athletic woman peers into the space below. Producing a flashlight from her pocket, the leather-clad nomad illuminates the darkness within. Without a word, she crouches, turns, and descends the slippery, mold-covered ladder with her flashlight held in her left hand pointing down.


Arriving at the bottom of the ladder, Echo grits her teeth and stares in revulsion at the swirling brackish liquid awaiting her. She has no idea how deep the muck is and is fairly certain that there are things floating in it that no human being should ever come into contact with, but they have a job to finish and—her stomach churns, the foulness of the air and the thought of wading into the repugnant water have gotten the better of her. Coughing and dry heaving wracks her shoulders and chest with such violence that she nearly smashes her head against a rung. Scrambling up the ladder, the nomad flings herself into a bent over crouch and pulls her balaclava down so she can relieve her urge to vomit.


“Ew!” Blossom steps back quickly and holds the back of her hand up to her mouth. “Gross.”


“I can’t,” Echo coughs, eyes squeezed shut, skin appearing pale even in the poor light. “I can’t go down there.”


“Uh-uh,” Blossom shakes her head emphatically. “Nope. I’m not going down there now either. Sh*t be too real. Too real!”


(OOC: March 9th, Day 3 - Sunday, Time is 03:35 AM PST)




Near the Parking Garage two blocks from the Upstairs Downstairs Inc. Building | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 03:07 AM PST


Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)

Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)


“You’re not doing yourself any favors here, choombatta,” calls out the first voice. “If you aren’t trespassing, your tag will prove your story. Refuse to comply and we’re going to have to assume you’re not supposed to be here. You see what kind of situation you’re in?”


“We’re not the only team up here,” a second voice drifts through the garage. “You have absolutely no way out. Don’t be a dick.”


Corporate security isn’t known for patience and if they do have another team moving about on that level then Ghlahn will be facing a minimum of six opponents and possibly eight to ten. Not to mention that his back is to a chain fence. A well-placed sniper could take him out from behind.


"Well of course I don't have a ticket.” Ghlahn is fed up with the situation. “Already told you I was trying to get away from that riot down there. Since you all cleared it up, I was just about to head out myself. You sure we can't come to some understanding that has us all just walking away? I'd love to give you credit for your time and effort if that helps."


A bribe might help. Soldiers are soldiers and most aren’t paid well for their services. And though it is worth a try, the security team doesn’t seem to be biting. There’s a moment silence… maybe a few seconds… and then the answer comes.


“No one wants to be here right now, choomba,” the guard calls back. “Hell! I’m missing a great playoff game because of this mess. You’ve got sixty seconds to give yourself up. After that… well, we’re all going to be adding some numbers to the daily death pool. Sixty seconds, starting now!”

(OOC: March 9th, Day 3 - Sunday, Time is 03:09 AM PST)




the Long Mile Fueling Station | SanFran Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 5:03 AM PST --- Weather Conditions: High City (heavy rain, 20mph winds from the N.) | Midcity (light rain, 10mph winds from the N.) | Undercity (fog and drizzle, no winds.)

Air Quality Index: High City = 15 | Midcity = 36 | Undercity = 86 (masks required - Red warning)


After a half hour on the phone with Blackbird, Cred Stick Charlie has managed to wheedle her down by 50 credits for the printer and the modular holographic imprinter taking the price to 900 credits. He’s positive that this is as low as she’s going to go and she seems to be losing patience.


Returning to the bottom screen, he checks on the search results which have been presented according to his preference of urgency ratings. There are five people total who can make use of the office equipment right away.


== Text Message ==


I’ve worked 14 hrs already. Tired. Deal?


== End Text Message ==


The fixer quickly thumbs in his reply.


Yes we have a deal


Work out details when you are feeling better?. How about over some coffee... my treat of course.


Luther hits send and continues his hourly lesson in Chinese while the self-driving car’s GPS brings him closer to Upstairs Downstairs, Inc’s office building. But his agent reminds him that he is within a half hour of arriving at the address and that he’d asked for a reminder at that time.


Pulling up his browser, Luther pulls up Vegas’ contact information and accesses the messages.


I’m less than 30 minutes out, do you have the package yet, has Santa’s elves been seen yet?


Before a reply is given Luther fires another message.

I don’t have a lot of room in the vehicle, wrap that package up and get ready to have it picked up.


Unfortunately, that’s when the lights start flashing behind him. Blue and red illuminating the early morning skyline. Glancing in the side mirror, Cred Stick Charlie can readily make out the profile of a police cruiser flying in his wake indicating that he is to descend and land on the side of a street.


(OOC: March 9th, Day 3 - Sunday, Time is 5:05 AM PST)

Posted on 2018-12-26 at 17:56:53.

Topic: Lights Last Embrace - A Wheel of Time Q&A

I have sent you the description. Thanks! Hope everyone is having a wonderful Holiday season.


Posted on 2018-12-26 at 17:40:06.

Topic: A valid excuse to be slow at posting?

Well, congratulations! That's a terrible thing to have to endure but a bright outcome. 

Posted on 2018-12-23 at 14:28:31.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game

Thank you for the posts. I'm going to get the game moving again with or without a post from Giddy in the next day or so. Have some real pressing Holiday things to take care of at work so my time is a little tighter than usual.

Posted on 2018-12-18 at 10:15:03.

Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs

What voting bar, Chessicfayth?

Posted on 2018-12-14 at 13:51:29.

Topic: Olan missing...

Yup. What he said.

Posted on 2018-12-13 at 16:23:13.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game

 You, Keeper, and Giddy.

Posted on 2018-12-13 at 16:22:20.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game

Still need more posts...

Posted on 2018-12-12 at 11:49:16.

Topic: Star Trek Hidden Depths Q&A

I've reached out to him via email and haven't heard anything. I'm giving the absence until after the Holidays before making a decision as to how I want to proceed. If Crowe doesn't return, maybe I'll take over the Sim. I'm really hoping he does, though.

Posted on 2018-12-12 at 11:48:31.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A

I've posted again. Why not, right?

Posted on 2018-12-12 at 11:36:34.

Topic: The Corruption Hidden Beneath the Surface...

"Northwest takes us deeper into the furthest regions of the Kingdom," Gib states as they work on their food, "I would have thought we'd find ourselves marching towards Sendria but here we are. I am attempting to recall maps of the area that I've seen but even with this image in my head, I don't know how far we are from any of the major landmarks that I might remember. I'm afraid that I've no further insight into what might lie ahead."

"Sir," Kith uncharacteristically turns to the woodsman and politely addresses him, "you must know this area well. What have we to expect in our journey to the northwest?"

((OOC: assuming some response))

"That's something at least," she turns back to Gib and the warrior priest nods appreciatively.

"I would suggest being consistently watchful all the while moving to support one another as we progress. Kith might do well to scout ahead a bit provided we can find a means for her to communicate back to the rest of us without alerting any adversary of her position." Kith nods her agreement to that plan, and Gib continues, "So far, we've had Shinara watching over most of us—" he pauses for a moment, his eyes slightly losing focus, before finishing his thought, "—but we cannot allow this foolhardiness to continue or we'll soon be whittled away into nothing."

"I don't mind scouting ahead, I'm much quieter without you armored lot beside me," the rogue half-Syl offers them a sardonic grin. "Perhaps we can work on a bird call or something of the sort. Though," she thinks aloud, "I haven't heard or seen many since this blasted fog swallowed us all." She shrugs, "If we can't think of anything, I can simply return to you if I find anything of interest. I am not the type to charge in, as you know," she turns that small grin to her large cat friend. "Though if I do end up in trouble, please feel free to charge in as wildly as you like."

Looking askance of Aranwen first, followed by a raised eyebrow request for additional feedback from any of the others, Gib waits until all have either acknowledged and passed on commenting themselves, or offered their input, and then adds his thoughts.

"You're right, Kith," he states grimly, "there are few enough nature sounds that a bird call will probably be inappropriate. Be safe and return to us with any discoveries. Check back every so often so that we know you're not lost to us and please, make the intervals reasonable."

When ready to move out, Gib properly outfits himself and shoulders his heavy pack. What I wouldn't give for a pack horse or wagon, he mentally groans. With the rest of the party moving as a company along the evident path that the zombies so graciously left them, the warrior priest keeps his eyes peeled for danger. Occasionally, along their march, he'll whisper songs of praise to Therassor, or prayers and catechisms. As thoughts and recollections come to him concerning the undead they've already encountered and labeled, he'll offer this knowledge to those around him in a quiet, low voice so as not to allow it to carry. Aside from shifting his pack or his shield to more comfortable positions as they move about his shoulders, his hand rests upon the pommel and crossguard of his sword. Attempting a state of vigilance, Therassor's cleric also works to keep spirits high and minds focused to the task at hand.

Posted on 2018-12-12 at 11:36:10.

Topic: Lights Last Embrace - A Wheel of Time Q&A

I have posted. I apologize for the delay. 

Giddy, may I suggest that you place a general Character description on the first post of the QA thread so we may refer to it when writing our posts and engaging with the other player characters? Something along the lines of:

Character Name:
Description: (Include visible weaponry, armor, racial distinctions, etc.)

It would be right handy. Gracias, mi hombre.

Posted on 2018-12-12 at 11:20:54.

Topic: Lights Last Embrace - A Wheel of Time Game

Shrugging his way into the Inn, Lanur surveys the Gleeman's Abode with a furrowed brow and an expert eye. While preferring the sweet scent of earth and the lullaby of the birds and crickets, the woodsman isn't unfamiliar with the ways of "civilization." He just prefers the simple nature of the wilds. 

"It's something I can understand," he once told a furrier as he brought in his winter haul. "People have ulterior motives, schemes, and tend to be untrustworthy. Animals are as they are and Nature—though unpredictable at times—is always true to itself."

Odorous human beings and spicy stew are an interesting cocktail for the nostrils. The Gleeman's Abode, though clean, cannot escape the flare. Turning his lip at the unnecessary noise of the fiddler, the bear of a man saunters to the back table, ignoring the cheerful greeting of the proprietor, and plants himself in the furthers corner where he can watch the happenings of the establishment with his back to the wall. Unslinging his quiver and bow, he sets them at his side, leaning against the wall, dropping his pack next to them and shifting his blade so that it rests at an angle that still allows for him to quickly retrieve his sword. 

Deepset eyes watch, perhaps a little feral, as those from the encounter outside—a bit of business that still flutters about his brain like a mad bat—make their way into the Gleeman and over to the same table as he. Not surprising considering it is the only one available. Slipping his belt knife from its homemade leather sheath, Lanur proceeds to pick at the dirt underneath his nails while he waits on the serving girl to arrive so that he can place his order. He cannot keep his eyes from darting to the women, but not out of lust or appreciation. His heavily bearded face is difficult to read, but the creasing between his brows gives him a dark countenance.

Ordering three bowls of the stew, bread (if they have any... a loaf will do), and a couple of mugs of ale, the woodsman continues cleaning his fingernails, even trimming them a bit with the blade. After the orders are placed, one of the fellows begins firing questions at the sobbing woman whose child had just been taken into custody.

Lanur shakes his head just enough to make his long hair roll a bit at the shoulders. He offers nothing further to the questions and focuses on his hygiene routine until his food arrives. Bread to sop up the stew's juices followed by a spoonful of the hearty substance and not really caring how much of it dribbles into his beard at the present. Stew will drizzle and until he's done wolfing down the ambitious portions in front of him, Lanur Dinas doesn't concern himself with a clean face. Bread, mop, spoonful. Bread, mop, spoonful. Gulping down some ale. Bread, mop, spoonful... drizzle, drizzle, drizzle. Manners be damned. He's hungry and angry.

Posted on 2018-12-12 at 11:18:32.

Topic: Wheel of Time recruitment - CLOSED

Ah! This is what Eol meant. Welcome to the game! 

Posted on 2018-12-10 at 21:56:56.

Topic: Hello!

Welcome, Traveler. I am pleased that you found us. The more the merrier! As has been mentioned, feel free to ask whatever questions that pop up. I look fixable to watching you at play or even joining in! 

Keep in mind that throughout the Holidays, the Inn's activity level slows down quite a bit but it always picks up again after the Holidays end. Also, we occasionally endure attacks by mean little gremlins that cause the Inn to be unavailable for a time. Olan is usually really quick to sweep in and blast those beggars away but we Moderators need to know when they attack to rally a defense. This is usually done on our Facebook page, so look us up there too.

Posted on 2018-12-10 at 21:56:04.

Topic: An Annoying Concern

The attack is by bots. Keeper is correct. It is very annoying. 

Posted on 2018-12-08 at 17:44:59.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A

Why, thank you! 

I'll have to give it some thought.

Posted on 2018-12-04 at 18:13:57.

Topic: Lights Last Embrace - A Wheel of Time Q&A


Posted on 2018-12-04 at 18:13:09.

Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera Q&A

Ya! I'm here.

Posted on 2018-12-03 at 17:10:44.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game

I only have two posts. Need more, folks. Thanks to those who have already posted.

Posted on 2018-12-03 at 10:03:15.

Topic: Star Trek Hidden Depths Q&A

I haven't heard from Crowe in some time. Has anyone?

Posted on 2018-12-03 at 10:02:11.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A

Stop hurting yourself!

Are we waiting on me to continue?

Posted on 2018-12-03 at 10:01:34.

Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera Q&A

What are we waiting on here? Just want to make sure I'm not holding anything up.

Posted on 2018-12-03 at 10:00:25.


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