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


Summer... It is what it is.



Posted on 2018-08-07 at 21:49:29.

Topic: Cyberpunk - Flesh & Blood Recruitment
Subject:


I'd entertain the idea.



Posted on 2018-08-07 at 21:48:57.

Topic: The Corruption Hidden Beneath the Surface...
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The Cid shrugs, "We don't have a set meeting, exactly. I have a summons, more like - meet with Jerrin Balewood here in Crandel and to make haste. That's all I really know."

Looking around the common room, the wizard muses, "Most little towns like this don't take kindly to outsiders wandering around at night, so I figure that it's best to look for him in the morning. It shouldn't be too hard, I can't imagine there are lots of blue-robed mages running around in a country town."


"I find no fault with this logic," Gib grins, "then I'll go see to a room and give thanks to the Battle Lord.


"I bid you all a good night."


Hoisting his shield and slinging it over his shoulder, the warrior priest also retrieves his backpack before snatching his helmet from the table. (OOC: Assuming there're no other objections...) Tossing his helmet up a few inches from his hands, Gib catches it again and wags his eyebrows at his companions. Making his way over to the bar, Moreno attempts to get someone's attention who can help him procure a room.




Posted on 2018-08-07 at 21:48:19.

Topic: The Corruption Hidden Beneath the Surface...
Subject:


Curious, Gib muses as the man he can only assume is the proprietor of the Nicked Shill puts the rising unrest to bed. I had thought Ch'dau's kind unique and where one might call them even happenstance would be closer to the shores. Perhaps this fellow has done some traveling in his day? In the time since he had first become acquainted with the Silver Cat, the priest had grown accustomed to reactions he politely refers to as memorable.He finds himself thusly more surprised by the man coming to the Kazari's defense than the crowd. 


Not allowing the consideration to full his senses, Gib follows his companions to their roost and takes up a position whereupon he can deposit his backpack underfoot and his shield against the table next to him.


 "The stew and a small beer, if you would, please," he states softly to the serving girl though his appraising gaze continues to travel about the chamber.


Most of the patrons return to their business with nary a further concern for the work party still speckled with the grime of their battle and the subsequent road. A few continue their curious inspection even after the two watchmen take their leave.  Checking to make certain the painted emblem of Therassor upon the face of his shield is visible to all behind him, Gib also attempts to surreptitiously pull his holy medallion from the folds of his clothing so that it shines more prominently. He hopes that the symbol of the just god helps further dissuade any ill will towards his Kazari friend. 


Two others at their table have not gone unnoticed by the warrior priest. The man is hard, weathered by experience that Moreno recognizes from his time in the military. Gripping the hilt of his weapon, staring down the only feasible threats within the Nicked Shill, and judging by the scowl on his craggy face; not at all pleased by the proximity of the adventurers. The woman... Beautiful... Gib cannot help but be attracted. She appears curious, well-bred, even... Noble? What could cause such perfect beauty -- wait. There. On her cheek. Is that scarring? Faint though it is, the silvery tendrils are not lost to him. 


Momentarily taking his appreciative eyes from her nearly flawless face, the priest scratches at his beard and shifts in his seat to adjust the way his chainmail is bunching under his thigh, Gib is slightly startled when her unfamiliar voice carries over the din asking about their travels.


As Aranwen answers, Moreno once again turns his attention to her. She is not at all curious about Ch'dau, he realizes, his brow rising a small fraction in response. Sylvari are a regal race, the priest can concede to that. But the woman is in the presence of a being from bard's tales and yet she focuses on Aranwen. Choosing to remain quiet and allow the Syl to continue her conversation, Gib makes his way through his meal barely noticing the  fare as he's doing his best to ascertain all that he can from the pair.


Ch'dau's asking to meet with the keep doesn't surprise the cleric, nor does the interpretation of the conversing pair's intentions by the serving girl. Having yet to see the bladesinger in a situation such as this, the warrior priest finds himself curious as to how things will end as well. What of her bodyguard? Moreno shifts his gaze to assess the other man. Is he as curious as I, or has he seen this behavior before?


Gib almost feels guilty for harboring such thoughts--such accusations. Especially as her conversation turns towards Aranwen's craft. She is well-versed and speaks the woman's native tongue (at least a few words of it). Perhaps she truly is just interested. Cedric's interruption confirms the depth of her focus and Gib almost blushes at how intensely he's scrutinizing her.


 "I find my belly content, my feet in need of relief, and my god deserving of gratitude for his hand in today's events," he states to any who will listen. Pushing back from the table, the priest looks to his arcane brothers-at-arms. "When and where is this meeting taking place?"



Posted on 2018-08-07 at 04:08:53.
Edited on 2019-09-26 at 13:34:44 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:


Bless you. Gib has grown a beard and mustaches. 



Posted on 2018-08-06 at 01:05:34.
Edited on 2018-08-11 at 19:08:44 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:


I wholeheartedly agree. 


I don't know about the lot of you but it would be really helpful for me to have a list of all of the characters and a brief description of them.



Posted on 2018-08-05 at 18:21:56.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:


Gib has no objection to Ch'dau's generosity. We are a company of friends and it will all even out in the end.



Posted on 2018-08-03 at 22:32:16.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:


Good considerations, all. Gib would happily give most, if not all, of his iron rations as well as up to five silver Falchions. Especially if the party is going to make it to town this evening. 



Posted on 2018-08-02 at 14:21:56.

Topic: Cyberpunk - Flesh & Blood Recruitment
Subject:


Recruiting is open again. I have the following characters available:



  • Vegas: Frank Sinatra skinjob solo and the defacto leader of the boots on the ground edgerunners (though Starlight's introduction of Cred Stick Charlie means that Vegas now has a direct advisor/partner). He's a lot more mercenary and cold-hearted and is a long-time business partner and friend with Casino, one of the other solos in the group. He's also got a thing for Blossom, the group's netrunner.


I need committed players. If you don't know the game, I'll coach you along. Check out the first page of the Q&A for details. I also use Roll20.net for maps, rolls, character sheets, etc.


While this game is a single run right now, there's the potential for the characters to carry on longterm and have it turn into a full-fledged campaign. Character growth, skill advancement, etc.



Posted on 2018-08-02 at 11:55:22.
Edited on 2018-08-08 at 00:16:56 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject:


Good point, Nomad. I'm sorry that I didn't consider actual player unfamiliarity with potential concepts.


|| DM Question - so, if Fixer is walking along looking for security, is it enough to say that he is doing that (What I did) or do I need to specifically state that he is using his "electronic security" skill?  Did my results change because I didn't name the exact skill? ||


To answer your question, I rolled for Fixer and used his Awareness/Notice skill. I rolled on the roll20.net website (     https/app.roll20.net/join/2514818/e5DHag . The Electronic Security skill would be what Fixer could roll to determine his best-educated guess as to what type of electronic security measures the building may have in place, recognize any that he has seen (model, capabilities, vulnerabilities, etc.). I have not rolled that for the character yet and you are free to do so if that's what you'd like Fixer to do.


Note to all: I really do encourage you to use the skills your character has. If you have any questions, such as what Nomad just did, feel free to ask. I have links to the rule books on the first post of this Q&A thread, but I understand that learning new systems is challenging, so I'm happy to help. Just make a note of what you're rolling for on Roll20 and let me know you've rolled before you post so I can share with you the results of the roll. For example, Nomad wants Fixer to do what I described above. He logs into Roll20.net, opens his Character Sheet in the Journal, clicks on the macro to roll the Electronic Security skill, doesn't add a modifier (because I haven't told him to) and after the result is rolled, he types out a note in the Roll20 Chat letting me know what that roll was for. He then PM's me here to let me know he rolled, shares his result if he wants to (or I can just hit the Roll20 site and check as I will be making my own rolls) and when all is said and done, I share with him what Fixer would know. Nomad can then translate that information into his character's next actions, comments, etc. as he see's fit.


|| To the group:  Those of us not at the parking garage don't necessarily know about the pseudo riot starting there, but it seems like we'd learn of it quickly.  Do those at the garage have a walkie talkie?  We did make those earlier.  Is the riot something we can channel and take advantage of?  What are the odds that those "people upstairs" are in the building we want to get in?  Would encouraging the riot be a distraction or call more security to the area and cause more problems? ||


We appear to be a pretty quiet group with very little back-and-forth on the Q&A thread to resolve certain things before posting. I strongly suggest that we use this thread much in the same way as out of character conversation would take place around a table. Discuss plans, work through details, collaborate and ask me questions and then post. I'll let you know how long off-screen conversations would take, etc. or just modify things appropriately when I pull all of the posts together. 


As Aletheia hasn't responded to my emails or PMs of late, I'm going to just assume that she's swamped still. It is a pathetic hope that we haven't lost another player and I may have to eventually call "time of death" but for now, I'll keep my fingers crossed. As such, Echo most definitely will have shared her finding of the fire escape in her report. It's about 20' up with its lowest ladder being able to drop to ground level with a release accessible on the platform above. The platform itself extends beyond the immediate view of what she assumes is the camera system inside the doorway, and the doorway sits in an alcove limiting the view of the alley to about 35 degrees. The area where the ladder would descend is still in the view of the camera, but the far side of the platform is not (the side that's 20' overhead).


Ghlahn still has his walkie talkie, yes. The pseudo riot is two blocks away and if it does continue to grow, the party at the office building would most definitely become privy to it, but for now, you lot are still blissfully unaware. I have provided Keeper with information to assist him with his next post. Any and all of you would also be aware that riots of any size are dealt with either by the local police (cautious of public backlash) or the corporate security forces (who don't care about public backlash as much seeing how the PR department's job is to spin the hell out of the story). This particular part of the Integrate would have decent response times. It isn't Undercity so they will pay attention but it isn't Highcity either, so they won't be there within a couple of minutes.



Posted on 2018-08-02 at 11:48:47.
Edited on 2018-08-03 at 17:44:59 by Bromern Sal

Topic: The Corruption Hidden Beneath the Surface...
Subject:


Scratching at his beard, Gib considers the situation while keeping an open ear to his companions' opinions. He doesn't disagree with Ch'dau but he also doesn't expect everyone to be a warrior, or even have a fighting spirit. There are sheep and there are sheepdogs, he muses. However, Aranwen reports that the pilgrims are intent on still achieving their shrine and the party not being welcome within the hallowed grounds of the destination should they reach it at all—while something the priest understands—is a deterrent. Kith is right as well. These pilgrims are practically already dead. As much as the cleric hates to admit it, he has been privy to hard decisions made by military commanders relating to situations where personnel have to be sacrificed for the greater good of the objective. Inevitably, those same commanders seek spiritual relief through confession but the decisions are made, nonetheless.


Suppressing the urge to wince as pain shoots through his ribs and the muscles of his back as he shifts the weight of his shield, Moreno chimes in, "I concur. They are intent on foregoing the safety of Crandel and continuing a potentially harrying journey while possibly being beset nightly by foul creatures... so be it. The road we have traveled was bereft of such inconveniences as this unearthly fog, so there's a chance that they'll be safe enough. 


"I agree with Ch'dau," Moreno "Gib" Enderedre offers a resigned smile. "We should continue on to Crandel and ensure our arcane brothers make their meet. And, we should do so with haste so as not to invite another press from our new-found enemies. I'll already be feeling this battle for the better part of a week, Therassor be praised."



Posted on 2018-08-02 at 11:27:37.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:


I was going to have Gib wait until everyone else had a chance to speak, but in light of the new information and Gib being all about duty, he would side with continuing on to Crandel. After all, the Lysoran pilgrims are basically turning down the party's assistance. 



Posted on 2018-08-02 at 11:15:51.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:


I have made assumptions that the party would group up after their separate actions as well to hold a conference, and under this assumption, I've written a new post.



Posted on 2018-08-01 at 13:57:48.

Topic: The Corruption Hidden Beneath the Surface...
Subject:


"I realize that these past days have been stale, but, perhaps, in the future, we might at least strategize a little before rushing into battle. Like we did when bringing justice to those bandits? That would be most appreciated." The warrior priest attempts to soften his reproach by offering a soft smile and raising his eyebrows.


Ch'dau now moving about more and more, answers, “Quite. My apologies, friend Gib. I should have known better.”


Aranwen's face takes on a more serious look, "I am sorry, my friend. But there was no time to discuss tactics in this situation!" She points to the three fallen pilgrims near them "As it was, I was not fast enough to save THEM. How many more would lie dead if we had delayed when the time came for action?" The serious look on her face softens as Aranwen sighs and says, "But you are right, rushing headlong into danger could have gotten one of us killed. We were lucky to have escaped relatively unscathed."


"We were, indeed," the dark-haired and bearded priest looks solemnly upon the dead Lysorans. "They made no indication that the enemy was upon them, Aranwen. Do not take blame away from the attackers by laying claim to that which you have no right. You fought well, Praise Therassor, as did you, Ch'dau, and you, Kith. The blood of these who have fallen this day does not belong to us.


"Come," he drops a gloved hand to the bladesinger's shoulder, "let us at least see what further aid we might be able to offer these good people of Ertain."


Gib is relieved to find the leader of the pilgrims alive if staggering with what the priest suspects is at least a couple of broken ribs instead of among the dead or more severely wounded—several of his companions bear deep gouges in their flesh, thanks to the claws of the giggling monstrosity, and three more lie dead. Only a half dozen pilgrims still live... if one could call their half-starved, shambling existence "life".

 "How far is it to your destination," the cleric of Therassor asks, choosing to ignore the stench wafting on in the heavy air, "and will you truly be safe there?"  

The bearded pilgrim shakes his head, "The Shrine is perhaps three days' journey from here. Will we be safe? Only the gods can say. This is good country, the roads under King Jarom's rule have always been safe. But in these times? Who can say? The road ahead must be safer than the road behind us. All we can do is have faith... and keep moving."

The fixed gazes of the three bodies on the ground stare into the dusky sky and mock the simplicity of the holy man's words. Addressing the pilgrim leader, Aranwen asks, "How long has it been since these fiends first started attacking? Have you any idea where they may have come from or what could have provoked these attacks? Perhaps something strange occurred just before the attacks started?"


The bearded man blinks three times, his gaze unfocused. He takes so long to answer that the bladesinger begins to worry he has perhaps lost conciousness, yet somehow remained on his feet. But answer he does, in a choked voice, "We have endured this for four nights, now. Once, twice a night. They come, they kill, they take." A sob escapes his gaunt frame.  

"What provoked this, I cannot say. We had hoped that reaching Crandel would end this, but it seems as bad here as it did on the road to the west."

The pilgrim leader is shaking with emotion. "We are simple folk!  We seek only to honor the Blue Lady! We have harmed no one, taken nothing, done nothing unsuual at all! We stick to the road, camp at night, eat the food we brought with us. Why would these monsters trouble our path?"

Another sob escapes him, "You will excuse us now, please. We thank you for your aid, truly. But we must pray over our fallen and, Lysora forgive us, we must leave them. We have not the strength to dig holes or gather stones and have learned the cruelty of or enemy—if we tarry to dig, we may as well lie down in the holes with them, for our doom is sealed. We will not survive another attack. Our only chance is to get as close to the Shrine as we can, and hope that their attention is diverted for long enough for us to escape their notice."


He moves away from the party and the surviving pilgrims join him to pray over their dead comrades. Gib looks sideways at Aranwen before motioning the others to gather about. 


"They are intent on continuing to their shrine, three days hence," Gib states, turning his body so that he might still keep an eye on their surroundings whilst communicating with his fellows.


Cedric asks, "Is anyone hurt that could use the ministrations of a cleric?"


"There are a few that I bound wounds for and some with deeper bodily injuries," the priest of Therassor skims the horizon with sharp eyes. "If you feel it appropriate to call upon Solanis' gifts for such a thing, I'll not attempt to stop you."


Cedric is horrified at the carnage and calls on the Solanis to steady himself, "Was anyone taken by the creatures? I think these people need our help."


"Not that was reported," again the warrior priest answers, "and these pilgrims most assuredly need assistance." He is cautious in offering up anything further allowing, instead, the others in the party to speak their mind. He'll offer his counsel and let Aranwen decide for them, such is the chain of command.


“Let them help themselves,” Ch’dau rumbles, the repressed growl tinging his words as he swipes a paw dismissively in the direction of the disheveled group of priests, “They haven’t the courage or honor to bury their own dead and they flee from battle like scared rabbits! Even if we were to escort them, should another attack come, they’d likely skitter right into the jaws of their doom!”


The Kazari’s growling rises along with his irritation and, in that instant, very nearly escapes from behind his pointed teeth… but not quite… Instead, it comes out as yet another derisive snort as the big cat’s eyes tear away from the sobbing adherents of the Blue Lady.


“Besides,” he adds, trying to tamp down his frustration as he gestures in the direction of the party’s mages, “Atharis and the little one are expected in Crandel by their order… In hours, not days… That is where our duty lies.”


"These men will die without blades to protect them," Kithran notes, her voice flat. The words hold no disgust or worry; rather, she states it as fact. "They have already died."


She replaces her daggers in their sheaths and folds her arms across her chest, her eyes slowly sliding over each of her companions before cutting in the direction of Ch'dau. "There will be guilt if we allow them to leave without protection."


"You are all correct," Gib states quietly, eyes still scanning their surroundings. "Lives are at stake, but something the pilgrim said bothers me. He said that he had hoped that reaching Crandel would offer refuge, but that this road is the same as to the West. They travel the same road as we, yet in the opposite direction which leads me to believe they have already come from Crandel." Glancing at Ch'dau, Gib continues, "Atharis and Midge have an appointment with members of their order in Crandel; this too is true. If these refugees have come from Crandel because of a lack of safety, I would surmise that the town has fallen prey to similar attacks which would mean that either we are too late to participate in the battle, or that the battle is ongoing."


Looking back towards the prayerful followers of the Blue Lady, Gib continues his wordy conclusion, "There are but a few lives here, and these people are intent on achieving a shrine three days off still with the omission that they are attacked one, maybe twice, a night. In Crandel, there are many, many more lives and if they are fending off attacks of a similar nature, we are better serving the Kingdom by continuing on to the village and helping to save lives there."


Now focusing on Aranwen, the warrior priest offers his advice, "I propose we see if these pilgrims can offer us any insight into the state of affairs in Crandel. Should the people of there be fighting for their lives, I would suggest we make haste and join them. If these poor sods are what remains of the village—" Gib grabs the holy symbol dangling about his neck and kisses it, "—then we know that these are the lives we should attempt to save."



Posted on 2018-08-01 at 13:56:26.
Edited on 2019-09-26 at 12:12:30 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:


Bravo!!! Applause for the posts we have and anticipation for the ones to come. 



Posted on 2018-07-31 at 14:04:35.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:


Gib's intent is to not call upon Therassor for any healing magic except should it be necessary to save a life. So, with the minor wounds, he's not going to cast healing unless we all agree that it is necessary. He's a stoic individual, so he's not going to call upon Therassor to heal himself either. He will attempt to use his Healing proficiency to tend to any wounds in lu of healing magic (this is for companions and Lysorans alike). As he's moving amongst the Lysorans, he'll attempt to glean from them who is in charge (if the bearded fellow from before is dead). While he's doing this, he'll be very alert. Turning the zombies does not mean killing them and they are usually created to follow single commands to his knowledge. So, being sent to kill the pilgrims means that they will return once the turning wears off, and he still isn't sure about that cackling thing!



Posted on 2018-07-30 at 18:45:46.

Topic: The Corruption Hidden Beneath the Surface...
Subject:


Breathing heavily from both the effort and the pain inflicted upon him, Gib's gaze rolls across the field assessing the situation and determining that the enemy has been defeated or forced into retreat. How many zombies were sent scurrying? he wonders, concerned about their return as he attempts to determine what damage has been done that he might treat or implore the Mighty General for a miracle of healing upon. Wiping the ichor from the battle off his blade onto the wet grasses, he uses his cloak to then dry the weapon before sheathing it.


"Keep an eye out for any that might think better of their retreat and return for more, if you will," Gib calls to Midge and Atharis.


His fellows are well enough despite the great cat's inability to move. Some small injuries, it would seem, but the priest is leary nonetheless. He is well aware that some undead can cause disease with a touch or inflict curses and other maladies, so his concern isn't complete abated yet.


Gib makes his way back to where he dropped his pack and winces as he scoops it by a strap to return to his shoulder. I will definitely have to ask Cedric to look at that and see if it is just bruising or if there is more to concern myself with. Turning his attention to the Lysorans, Gib moves among them applying what aid he can. Reading the Rites of the Dead is the purview of the shepherds for this flock, unless there are none remaining alive. If that's the case, the warrior priest feels such rites better left to his counterpart as there was no battle given by these poor pilgrims and they would not find a place within Therassor's Halls even if Gib performed the rite.


Once he has finished assisting what Lysorans that he can, Gib turns his attention to his friends. If Cedric has not yet done so, the cleric moves to inspect Kith, Ch'dau, and Aranwen.


"I realize that these past days have been stale," he begins as he approaches his warrior friends, "but, perhaps, in the future, we might at least strategize a little before rushing into battle. Like we did when bringing justice to those bandits? That would be most appreciated."


Gib has found that it is best not tread upon warrior's pride when chastising them. 


"Now," the cleric clips once he finishes inspecting his companion's wounds and focuses on the last remaining Lysorans. "How far is it to your destination and will you truly be safe there?"


Would we as well? Rest is going to be needed sooner rather than later, he wonders.



Posted on 2018-07-30 at 18:27:56.
Edited on 2018-07-30 at 18:30:58 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:


Take a laptop and access RDINN _AND_ a sketchbook.



Posted on 2018-07-30 at 18:05:39.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:


Down with RL interference! Thanks for the kind words, y'all. I'm glad you enjoyed the sketch. Looking forward to Ali's and Robert's versions.



Posted on 2018-07-30 at 15:35:14.

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


Silent Sam!? Wha.............?



Posted on 2018-07-30 at 12:09:40.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:


Had some time this evening. 




Posted on 2018-07-29 at 21:14:57.
Edited on 2018-07-29 at 21:15:57 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:


My post is due to T_catt11 answering a PM question about Gib's knowledge undead proficiency and what he would know of the attackers. T_catt11, fondly known as Olan so I don't need to keep referring to his username) told me that at 3rd level, Gib would know about zombies. So, I looked them up in the Monster Manual, checked on their immunities and made the assumption of what kind of spells he might have seen the wizards cast over their past while together so that he could offer an educated but of advice.


That's the long answer to: Naw. No additional reading needed.



Posted on 2018-07-29 at 00:37:17.

Topic: PrincessAli's Art: Lilsmolfox
Subject:


Well done!



Posted on 2018-07-28 at 00:33:23.

Topic: Painting some D&D minis :)
Subject:


Nice work, Jozan!



Posted on 2018-07-28 at 00:32:54.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:


I welcome whichever way you prefer. I recap everything so my character is engaging with everything. I also run a number of games here and as the GM, such posts help me know when the player sees their character's action taking place in the scheme of things. Mind you, I do so with the full knowledge that the GM has free reign to correct my timing, interrupt my telling, or even parts of my writing because it doesn't fit, actions of others make it unlikely that my posted actions would go down as they have, etc. It also allows my character to engage and respond to other characters in a not-so-free-flowing game environ.



Posted on 2018-07-28 at 00:30:34.

 


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