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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game

Thank you for the post and the roll! Looking for others to return after the Holidays...

Posted on 2020-01-02 at 18:18:22.

Topic: HC: Aftermath QA

I remember Jal!


Posted on 2020-01-02 at 18:16:28.

Topic: Bromern's Artwork

And Shouvaunt's wife, the Golden Bard, Calyn Erristyne.

Posted on 2020-01-01 at 23:40:31.

Topic: HC: Aftermath QA

You do have another character in the wings, right?

1d4x4 HD - stabby stabby stabby = 1 pg character ibvolvement.

Posted on 2019-12-29 at 23:02:39.

Topic: HC: Aftermath QA

"YOU'RE A WHAT!?" stabby stabby stabby!

Posted on 2019-12-29 at 15:28:52.

Topic: The Witcher on Netflix

I agree with Robert. I am unfamiliar with the books and the game. Never read them and never played it. I followed what was going on but there were some challenges


Posted on 2019-12-29 at 15:22:35.

Topic: Bromern's Artwork

I did another... Shouvaunt is a triple threat: Archmage, High Priest, and Psionicist.

Posted on 2019-12-27 at 16:06:34.

Topic: The Witcher on Netflix

Oh, I've no doubt. My contention was that it was like: embrace, dialogue (2 seconds worth), credits. No panning away, no drawn-out focus on his face, nothing. Just an immediate and jarring cut to credits.

Posted on 2019-12-27 at 10:02:47.

Topic: Bromern's Artwork

I'm glad you're enjoying them. Thank you for the compliments.

Posted on 2019-12-27 at 07:28:48.

Topic: The Witcher on Netflix

How about that abrupt ending? Did they run out of money? 

Posted on 2019-12-26 at 17:37:28.

Topic: Bromern's Artwork

You two are kind. 

Hands off Permil, Eol! And Bromern... 

Posted on 2019-12-26 at 17:36:56.

Topic: The Rise of Skywalker (No Spoilers)

I haven't seen it yet but my wife loved it. She literally cried when she got home because it was "so good." She's a Star Wars fan though. I think I'll be more critical if I ever see it.

Posted on 2019-12-26 at 17:35:59.

Topic: Bromern's Artwork
Subject: Bromern's Artwork

I rarely find time to paint or draw anymore. I've made a goal to further develop the most ambitious RPG project I've ever set my mind to this year which includes some art depicting some of the most powerful and influential people in the city (did I mention that this project is a city that exists in multiple planes at the same time called the City of Spirits). So, one of the characters is who I take my Inn namesake from, Bromern Sal, and the other is his wife, Permil Sal. I finished Bromern's portrait a while ago and switched my avatar over to it. I'm posting it here for reference. I just finished Permil's. Felt like sharing. Ladies and gentlemen...

Bromern Sal

Bromern Sal

and Permil Sal

Permil Sal

And Shouvaunt Erristyne...

Shouvaunt Erristyne

and Calyn Erristyne, the Golden Bard...

Calyn Erristyne

And Greydon Manche, aka The Falconer...

And here's another bard: Alaix Miftelr...

Alaix Miftelr

And this is Calisto, High Priestess of the god Ugermane...'

Posted on 2019-12-26 at 16:15:06.
Edited on 2020-01-24 at 19:33:49 by Bromern Sal

Topic: The Witcher on Netflix

Okay, I watched the whole season. Here's my critique.

Rating: 2/5

Character Development: 2/5

Storyline: 2/5

Acting: 3/5

CG: 1/5

They could have done without the language and nudity... I mean, entirely. It added nothing to the story. The way they told the tale was a bit convoluted. It would have been better told in a linear timeline. I wanted to like the Witcher. Didn't. His character was lackluster. The Bard? A complete twit. Jenifer? I wanted her removed from the story altogether. The Princess? Didn't see anything redeeming about her either. The Lioness? Complete and utter fool. The end of the season? Abrupt and not the least bit compelling.

Seriously, folks. I wanted to like the show. I even watched the whole season when I normally only give shows three episodes.

Posted on 2019-12-26 at 08:17:00.

Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA

Thanks for the info, Roger. Looking forward to the next leg. I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas!

Posted on 2019-12-26 at 07:34:45.

Topic: HC: Aftermath QA

I was all looking forward to a fight scene and then was deprived. I don't like Rakiim.

Posted on 2019-12-23 at 09:54:40.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game

I've posted! Merry Christmas! 

I look forward to your next contributions.

Posted on 2019-12-23 at 09:44:58.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure

X00032:8.Y00001:12.Z00054:5, Frontline Apparel | Night City Integrate | Undercity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 9:21 AM PST

Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15 mph 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)

“Sir,” the AI tries again. “Please, sir. I don’t want any trouble. If you’re in need of the police, please let me know and I’ll call right away. If you’re not in need of the police, I insist that you holster your weapon and either make a purchase or leave immediately.”

Ghlahn returns his weapon into its case as the last thing he wants is the AI calling the police. "No need for the police. I could however use a new coat and some shirts. Do you have some premade samples I can look at. Need to check the quality before I spend my money on junk." Hoping the AI will be busy for a few moments, he turns his attention once again to the two "homeless" folks.

“The autofactories will print sample swatches,” the now smiling hologram responds. “We don’t have any samples, I’m afraid.”

Of course, the store would not have samples. That would have been too easy. Ghlahn turns to the hologram. "Can you have the samples printed for me? I am so enjoying the lovely view I don't want to leave the window.”

Pulling out the walkie, he radios another update. "Whatever you are going to do, do it soon. The store AI is a bit nervous and I can't stall much longer."

“I am not capable of feeling nervousness,” the Asian hologram smiles and tilts her head. “Is there a reason I should be nervous?” Waiting on the answer to the question, the hologram projection walks forward and settles next to the CEE-metal sniper. “Are you expecting trouble? Your posture suggests that you are not enjoying the view. And you did produce a weapon. 

“I’m sorry, sir, but if you’re anticipating participating in a gunfight, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. I am programmed to protect the interests of the owner, which includes the shop and all of its assets.

“According to my analysis of your behavior, I’ve concluded that you are not here to make a purchase.”

A few moments pass in silence following the AI’s unnecessary explanation, moments in which Ghlahn continues to watch the two women across the way. They are apparently content to remain in position, continuing their ruse. Taking a moment to assess the street, Alex scans the group of gangers having out near the entrance of 12th Alley. Some are leaning against the wall of the building, others are near or on the trunk of the car. As near as Ghlahn can tell, there’s no danger there. A group like that should scatter in the face of Edgerunners. Further down the road, a couple of individuals hang out sipping coffee from bio-friendly disposable cups and then another couple of loners are on either side of the entrance to the building. These two could potentially be trouble.

They aren’t engaged with anyone. They are just standing against the building, one about forty four meters from Ghlahn’s position and practically straight to the East of him. The other about the same distance, just on the other side of the double doors. Maybe they’re trying to blend in with the street gang hanging out on the corner but if that’s the case, they’re doing a poor job of it.

Casino’s dour voice comes back over the radio. “Okay, we are up and moving. If our ‘homeless’ go active, you know what to do.”

“I have notified the police of your presence and uncooperative nature,” the AI hologram pleasantly explains. “Have a nice day.”

In his experience, Ghlahn estimates that cops may or may not show up in the Undercity and if they do, it will likely be upwards of ten minutes before they do.

(OOC: March 9th, Day 3 - Sunday, Time is 09:28 AM PST)


X00032:8.Y00001:12.Z00054:5, 12th Alley | Night City Integrate | Undercity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 9:25 AM PST

Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15 mph 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)

“Are you serious?” Echo turns to look at him with wide eyes, her lower face wrapped in her balaclava.

Grabbing hold of the opportunity, Bloodbank steps forward, “All the more reason why we can’t just go busting down doors. Your instinct is telling you there’s something not right. I say we proceed with caution and assess the situation as we come to it.”

The medtech glances over at the techie for support but is drawn back to Echo when she says, “Fine.”

“Fine?” Colin practically stumbles over the word. “A couple of minutes ago, you were gung-ho and ready to burn down the world.”

The nomad shrugs, “If Casino feels that something’s off, I’m prone to listen.” Turning back to the blonde solo, she looks up at him and asks, “What’s the plan?”

Listening to the others talk, Fixer can’t help but agree that something is amiss. "Casino's right, something is weird. You hold a kid worth millions here?" he shakes his head. "Hang on." He has been hanging back to allow those with a clue about this type of thing to lead but now he moves forward and looks around the corner. He snaps a quick picture with his small bracer camera to allow him to also look more closely without staring. Plus, it might allow him to blow up the picture and see things in more detail. What is he looking for? In truth, anything. 

"Whatever you are going to do, do it soon,” Ghlahn’s voice crackles across the radio in Casino’s pocket. “The store AI is a bit nervous and I can't stall much longer." 

As he thinks about what he has seen when he peeked around the corner, he also closely scans the picture he has taken. "If you were hiding a rich kid in one of those shelters, you'd have some sort of communication system, right? How do you contact the outside world? I can't believe the entire brains of this outfit are all still squatting down this alley. So how do they reach 'em? I'm trying to see if there are any wires or any kind of tech connected to those structures in any way from where we stand. Do you think Blossom has a way to check for wireless signals? Anything like that might tell us about any security they might have. Plus," and here he looks up from his picture to glance at the others, "if one of those is wired and the other isn't I know which one I'd put my money on."

He goes back to scanning his picture and he adds in a mumble, "But time... time... we don't have much time."

As he complains about time, Fixer continues his investigation of the end of the alley. Using his extended audio abilities, he listens in on both of the structures to see if anything useful can be heard. In the near shack he hears two older voices discussing... food it seems. That seems pretty straight up. Moving on to the larger structure at the back he hears... pfshhhhhhhhhhhh... what the heck was that?! It sounds like gas being released. Then there is a slight clanking of metal on metal. Like... it is hard to place, but maybe a piece of cutlery striking the side of a tin can? Dinner time all over the place it seems.

That done, he uses his telescopic amp to allow him a close-up look at the two structures. He is looking for any sign of technology—wires or antennas are his first thought, but anything that doesn’t scream, “down and out in an alley” will work. He even looks at the rubbish around the structures for anything questionable or even footprints in the muck. Finishing his surveillance, he looks up at the rest of the group and describes what he has seen and heard.

“Both are occupied. From what little I can tell, the front one seems the most normal. The back one—I wonder about that gas-like sound. Was it gas? For what? Cooking something? Knocking someone out? Setting a trap? Or nothing at all? I don’t know, just a sound. So far, I haven’t seen anything tech-wise out of the ordinary. I’d love to know if Blossom can pinpoint anything wireless down here. We know there is stuff, but what, and coming from where? As for those buildings—I doubt there is a door in that mess anywhere, but we can’t count it out for that last tent.”

With that said, he shrugs and looks to the others. “Ok, boss, that’s what I got. I can try to keep the audio feed going as we move up—it might let us know if they have been alerted somehow that we are approaching. No guarantees. What’s the plan?”

Casino is quiet, lost in thought, his gut telling him something is not right, warring with his need to go balls to the wall and get this done and move to rescue Vegas fast. Yet the clues to this point have led them here, to this one place, to this one moment in time, and with a second team on their ass, it is now or never.

“There’s just too much unknown here to call it off. We know we have watchers, so this could very well be a well-laid trap, but we need to get this over with.” A slight pause. “Fixer, you and Echo, together, take the closet hut. Bloodbank, watch the ally behind us if you see anything out of place, like anything that looks like members of that second team, don’t think about it, just light them up. You think about the right or wrong of taking them down, it could cost all of us our lives. I’m trusting you to keep our exfil route open with or without the kid in hand. I’ll take the far hut and hope we call this right. Everyone keep alert, keep on mission, don’t hesitate if you need to kill but still beware something is not right.”

A last check of his MPK and the broad-shouldered solo radios Ghlahn. “Okay, we are up and moving. If our ‘homeless’ go active, you know what to do.”

Placing the radio back into his pocket, Casino quietly moves to the far hut. Seeing everyone in position, he gives the signal to commence.

(OOC: March 9th, Day 3 - Sunday, Time is 09:28 AM PST)


Echo leads the way, padding quietly across the eight meters to the only visible entrance. Her submachine gun isn’t raised, but it is ready. Fixer is hot on her heels as Casino makes his way even further down the alley to the last ramshackle structure. In position, they wait with an eye on the big solo. When he gives the go-ahead, Echo uses the barrel of her weapon to push aside the loosely hanging wooden door and duck to step inside. 

Crates are stacked at the entrance reminiscent of tables. The one on the right has pictures in dull silver frames; pictures of family. Parents and two children, just the parents, just the kids, individuals, and none of them looking like the picture of Jace they’d seen a day ago. The one on the left holds a chipped vase with an arrangement of fake flowers. Echo moves past these towards where low voices can be heard.

Stepping into the main area, the two Edgers are met by an unexpected domestic scene. Directly in front of them a few meters into the bowels of the structure, are two elderly people seated at a makeshift table covered by a soiled tablecloth with lace hemming. The woman sits to the left of the man, and the man is facing the Edgers. His hand darts towards the sawed-off shotgun sitting on the table but hovers above it as Echo’s submachine gun levels on him.

“Be smart,” the nomad says in a low volume. “There’s no reason anyone has to get hurt.”

“What do you want?” asks the old man as he anxiously glances at his wife.

Sitting still, the woman appears resigned. She’s almost regal, like a queen who has been sentenced to the guillotine. 

(OOC: March 9th, Day 3 - Sunday, Time is 09:28 AM PST)


Sending the others into action, Casino ducks through the canvas entrance just inside the wood structure. The entry is clear with nothing to block his way and as he rounds the corner, the big solo is met by a surprised Rya Mendez who has spun about from the foot of a cot. Past her, just beginning a meal of kibble warmed on a camping burner, is Jace, his innocent face a little grimy and shocked.

“Jace!” Rya makes to spin towards the boy…

(OOC: March 9th, Day 3 - Sunday, Time is 09:28 AM PST)


X00032:8.Y00001:12.Z00054:5, 13th Street | Night City Integrate | Undercity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 9:21 AM PST

Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15 mph 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)

Looking ahead and down the avenue, Luther assesses the street, searching for a place to park the Airjeep. There are two cars parked on the right side of the road near the church but beyond that, the curbside is clear. Of course, there’s the group hanging out around the church and the other group at the next corner. 

Having now been around the block a couple of times, the fixer can easily recall the areas where the groups are gathered and potential problems could exist. Processing some quick math in his head, Charlie figures that if he were to park a few meters in front of the black sedan, he would still be able to “burn rubber” around the corner and arrive at the mouth of the alley in just a few seconds. The position would also place him between the two major groups on the street, reducing the risk of provoking any interaction with either. 

Acting on his decision, Cred Stick Charlie pulls the Airjeep over and into the position he’d postulated the best, and settles her onto the ground. The notification alert on his agent sounds and the message displays across his optical splice as soon as he mentally allows it. 

I’m being watched. - Blossom


Cyberspace is a black void with streaming data highways crisscrossing like a chaotic array of light pulses. This is a visual representation that is designed to give the netrunner some comfort in the alien landscape—a means by which the data packets can be visualized by the brain. This barren and stark landscape is Blossom’s domain. She thrives here as much as she thrives in any VR landscape. The biggest difference between the highways and VR is that there’s a lot of unknowns in the highways. Where VR is themed and the little wardriver can predict the uses of particular programs, the wild highways of the Net are as unpredictable as the wilds between the city integrates. Here, wardrivers are forced to write code on the fly in most cases, making guesses as to what data packs they are infiltrating, and do so on the move. Here, to protect the interests of the group she’s aligned with, Blossom is looking for anything that might seem out of place and that could mean anything.

A command window hovers before her and within it, the beautiful netrunner is rapidly typing out code that pokes at packets but doesn’t waste time by penetrating. Agent data packs flow past her, the tendril of code she’s produced licking their glowing surfaces. As quickly as the taste of data is recognized, Blossom has moved on to the next, the results of her search displaying in rapid succession beneath her command lines.

A mental nudge draws her attention to the massive digital representation of her Doberman, her Watchdog program. What is it Maru? she asks. Following the glowing eyes of the program, Blossom spots a spider avatar in the distance, and near to that grotesque eight-legged freak, is a wasp avatar. Hello there, Blossom muses, Who might you be?

A new line of code appears on her command line and the Doberman shifts and ripples, turning into a massive Hellhound. Let’s see what you want, the netrunner moves to the other side of the data highway and floats up above it, her program protector following with long, powerful strides in the digital nothingness. The arachnid and it’s hovering companion remain still.

Bringing up another window, Blossom activates her communication app and sends a message to Charlie, I’m being watched.

(OOC: March 9th, Day 3 - Sunday, Time is 09:28 AM PST - 19th Street)

Posted on 2019-12-23 at 09:44:08.

Topic: The Witcher on Netflix

I'm of the mind that any nudity is too much. Anyway, I've pressed on and I must be missing something. I'm trying to like it but it is very shallow.

Posted on 2019-12-23 at 07:38:24.

Topic: The Witcher on Netflix

I'm three episodes in. I give everything three episodes. Not sure about this one. The nudity is completely unnecessary. It also is cheesy in areas. I don't know if I like it.

Posted on 2019-12-21 at 18:59:21.

Topic: HC: Aftermath QA

Too late! I've hidden Isabelle somewhere in the Inn. You'll have to search to find her!

Posted on 2019-12-20 at 13:01:11.

Topic: HC: Aftermath QA

Excellent! Saves us a Scry spell. 



Posted on 2019-12-20 at 12:09:37.

Topic: HC: Aftermath QA

Gib has decided that he's going to retire to a library. He loves it sooooo much.

Kith who? Hello, BOOKS!!!

Posted on 2019-12-20 at 09:12:54.

Topic: HC: Aftermath QA

Ch'dau and Aranwen aren't going to want to join the next adventure. 

"Hey, Ch'dau! Aranwen! Wanna go on a 'venter?"

"Naw. We're fine, thanks."

Posted on 2019-12-19 at 17:24:51.

Topic: Preemie Baby at Christmas

I'm so glad that everything has worked out. Truly a modern-day miracle.

Posted on 2019-12-19 at 08:01:57.


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