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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: I hope...

We're not stuck in the grease spell's radius...that would be a comical mess. .

Posted on 2010-10-22 at 13:37:04.

Topic: RPG Myth Breakers #5 - 2e or not 2e
Subject: LOL

That's funny...maybe they will! Oh! The excitement!

Posted on 2010-10-22 at 13:32:09.

Topic: Loaded Dice seeks new artist
Subject: Oh that I had the time.

I'd love to take over the comic if I just had the time.

Posted on 2010-10-18 at 23:23:07.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: I do, Roger.

I have it happen frequently.

Posted on 2010-10-16 at 17:01:39.

Topic: There is more to the Inn than the forums...
Subject: There is!?

More? For freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?

Posted on 2010-10-16 at 01:11:09.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Tshirt worthy?


Hey, Cathy? How does it feel to have so many coming to your rescue? Da'Moon is loved no matter what her demons say.

Posted on 2010-10-06 at 23:23:01.

Topic: The Guard Q n' A
Subject: OK

I'll curb my impatience then.

Posted on 2010-10-06 at 23:21:37.

Topic: The Guard Q n' A
Subject: Ok...

So, has interest fallen off?

Posted on 2010-10-06 at 01:13:19.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Time. A precious commodity.

Newhouse, Beylix, Rocinante, Cargo Bay, 1:50 pm, Day Three

Wyatt met the older man's pleading gaze with a passive, dead look. Thoughts of being forced to leave his daughter Summer and his wife Eden behind flooded his mind like a cloud of dust on burn. For a moment, his heart was filled with an unspeakable ache, and the thoughts of giving up shriveled his heart. How he'd like to return home to that little patch of dirt, curl up on their graves and drink himself dead. Lost as he was in his own misery, he failed to catch any of the conversation between Blake and Willow until the banker made his exclamation, snapping the captain back to the present.

" Wuh de ma!" the Banker curses, " Kao! Alright. I need to send a wave to the sheriff and talk to him. Though I am not hopeful that it will work out well. My wife is going to kill me."

Andrew heard the Banker exclaim as he walked into the Cargo Bay with Ma. He took in the situation with a glance and knew that he was missing something. Wyatt glanced at the door as it swung open admitting Sam, and gave the pilot one of those looks that spoke volumes without needing to say a word before turning his attention back to the others.

“What’s going on?” Andrew asked Wyatt before the captain could respond to the request for a wave, “I thought we were done with the Sheriff and ready to blast off this rock.”

"Mr. Blake's son has gone and acquired your old room, Andrew," Wyatt drawled quietly while immediately beginning to contemplate their next course of action. He had to get Blake out of the room so that he and his crew could discuss what they were going to do about this current situation, if anything. He wasn't lying when he had asked why they shouldn't leave the man in the bed he'd made, but oh how he'd sorely love to make him pay for his mistreatment of Willow in a more personal way...

“That’s a pickle,” Andrew said with a shake of his head, “The Sheriff doesn’t seem like a man your going to be able to move so easily.” He looked to the worried Banker.

“I think…” Bowman trailed off a bit as he seemed to be thinking … then turned and headed back up the ladder towards the crew quarters.. “..I have to check something.”

Wyatt watched his wife's uncle depart back the way he'd come for a moment before turning to the older Blake. "You can send the wave from the cockpit, Mr. Blake. Ma? Will you please show the man the way, and the way back to his quarters once that wave's sent and received? Much obliged."

He didn't doubt that Blake was going to try and finagle his son's release through some bit of what passed for cunning, and he wasn't about to leave the man privacy when his kin had already showed them so much courtesy. Besides, if they were going to get mixed up in trouble, the retired actress would likely try to talk some sense into them. With Sam back, now all they needed was Wolf and they could be dusting this dirt ball...unless...

"OK," Wyatt began softly once Ma had escorted Mr. Blake from the cargo bay leaving just crew. "The short and sweet version is we've got a man that's surely gonna cause us no end of grief in trying to git back, and I'm not so inclined to hit that bee hive with a stick. Unless one of you feel partial to seeing what we can do to help Mr. Blake spring his son, and can convince me that Merciful Buddha will condemn my soul for an eternity should I not leave him to rot, then I say we find Wolf, make sure we're settled up here ,and burn Atmo' afore that sheriff gets another bright idea in his head that we're in league with Blake Jr."

Posted on 2010-10-05 at 06:55:01.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Nooooooooooooooo-breath-oooooooooooooooooooo!

He thought it a horrible idea to take off after the dangerous magical threads, but these were the only people he'd allowed himself to get close to since that fateful night so any years ago. So, he raced after Da'Moon just like everyone else, throwing caution to the wind as he matched Arien step for step. Coming to the corner the little sneak thief had just rounded, Char felt his heart leap into his throat as he witnessed the threads retracting from Da'Moon's body. The site of the spiders was only a reprieve from the horror of losing a friend. It forced him to refocus to the business at hand.

"Kilgim," the ranger bellowed as he moved to intercept the closest spider, both swords at ready. "Da'Moon's dow'!"

Posted on 2010-10-03 at 05:22:22.

Topic: The Guard Q n' A
Subject: Postal?


Posted on 2010-10-02 at 05:22:31.

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

I like Post cereals.

Posted on 2010-09-30 at 04:05:32.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Hooray for the post!

My sympathies on the illnesses and over complicated lives.

Posted on 2010-09-30 at 04:03:14.

Topic: The Guard Q n' A
Subject: I've moved you forward.

Feel free to insert commentary, actions, etc. wherever. I haven't heard from Brianna, so I'm NPCing Laise until such a time as I can find a player to take her on. Enjoy.

Posted on 2010-09-26 at 23:35:00.

Topic: The Guard
Subject: The Following Day

Iothora 2nd, 452 E.R. (Spring)
Coria City, The Kingdom of Coria
Shortly past the 6th hour, in the Warehouse Yards

“Hello. I’m Gwalis. Gwalis Aleins.” The young man who had suddenly appeared at the right hand of Liones was tall and gangly. He had an overly large nose, a neck that was too skinny to hold his head up, and limbs that looked too weak to even manage swinging a sword. He was obviously young, maybe Laise’s age, and he appeared much the same as a sea turtle stuck in an oversized shell.

“I’m Benant Kerrus,” Gwalis had been accompanied by a small crew that appeared to be the majority of the caravan guard. Benant was a pimple-faced lad with straw-colored hair that puffed out from underneath a poorly fitting helmet. He used the spear to compensate for his shorter right leg.

“This is Mergolin. He’s dumb.” Gwalis motioned at a large fellow with a slack-jawed expression on his face. “Strong as an ox, but can’t speak a word. And that’s—“

“Aserian,” the scowling young man who was nearly as short as a dwarf broke in.

There were four more misfits who were quickly introduced as Ellin, Saladoc, Cilla, and Naserant. The eight of them had shifted their group over to the cousins after it became apparent to them that the four were a part of their caravan.

“Fall in!”

The call carried easily across the compound as Captain Omains strode from behind the main warehouse and made his way towards the line of oxen, wagons, and drivers. There were seven soldiers with him that the cousins had never seen before (except for Corporal Melis who brought up the rear). They were older men and women who fit their armor well, and carried their weapons with the ease of practice.

“All right, meat!” Captain Omains barked as everyone gathered loosely in front of him, five of the six soldiers falling in with the new recruits. “This should be a walk in the park. We’re traveling to Calestra, using the main route, so there’s likely nothing that should concern us. But I’m required by the coster to cover the basics. So, here’s how it will work.

“This is Sergeant Menival. He’s my second, and his word is as good as mine when it comes to law. He’ll arrange watches, and assignments while on the road. There’s plenty to do, and the wagoneers have enough on their plates without having to handle the things like latrine duty, and patrolling. Corporal Melis will be in charge of two squads, while Sergeant Menival will take the other two. Sergeant Menival’s squads will take the front half of the caravan, have evening and early morning guard duty, and be responsible for scouting. Corporal Melis’ crew will handle the rear of the caravan, latrine duty, striking camp, and take the midnight shifts.”

“My crews will consist of Saladoc, Cilla, Naserant, Mogan, Gargiance, Taurel, Ligrience, and Helis. The rest of you are assigned to the corporal,” Sergeant Menival growled in response.

“Well, that about sums it up. The lot of you fall in,” Captain Omains turned about just as a horse was brought over by a stablehand, and mounted up. The Sergeant pushed his squads into motion with a wave of his hand, the lot of them running up to the front of the caravan as all of the drivers were climbing on their perches and taking rein in hand.

“That leaves us to eat the dust,” Aserian mumbled as he scratched at the feint, pale stubble growing on his chin.

“And dig the latrine pits,” Ellin sighed, stepping up to Laise and shaking her head as though the other young woman could empathize. “At least we’re not the only girls on this run.”

“Have you been before?” Laise asked in a voice that was much stronger than she felt.

“Yes.” The look on Ellin’s face made Laise hold her tongue against any further questions. She didn’t want to know what the other girl had faced. Leaving everything they had known…the deaths, the horrible deaths of all those they had loved…Swallowing her fears she motioned after the corporal they’d met last night.

“We should be off, I suppose,” she said softly.

“Well,” Gwalis grinned amicably and started after the corporal. “Here’s to new beginnings.”

Iothora 2nd, 452 E.R. (Spring)
Coria City, The Kingdom of Coria
Shortly past the 17th hour, in the Warehouse Yards

Dirt clung to them like a thin sheet of earthen armor by the time Captain Omains called for the wagons to circle. As the wagoneers made to follow, the captain called to the sergeant and corporal, and then rode a short distance from the dust that the wagons were kicking up. There was still a couple of hours of daylight left, and they’d likely make a few more miles if they continued on, but the captain seemed intent on calling a halt to their daily travels.

“Corporal,” Omains said as the men approached. “You get a nice watch set up with your squads. They can eat once Menival’s men do. Then set up your midnight watches, and report back to me with the order. Menival, you get your men established with their bedrolls, and get Cook to start the stew. Maybe Mogan will deign to play us some ditties on those pipes of his tonight.”

“Sure thing,” Menival chuckled as he kicked a clod of dirt from the heel of his boot. “Hey, Corporal. Make sure your lot don’t let nothing sneak up on us while we eat.”

Chuckling, Captain Omains dismounted and together with the sergeant they made their way back towards the wagons.

Posted on 2010-09-26 at 23:33:42.

Topic: The Guard
Subject: As it turns out...

I have a player character available. It is for Laise, the sister of Veses, cousin to Issant and Liones. Does this interest you?

Posted on 2010-09-25 at 07:03:01.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: I had to add...

See Dick Run...

Posted on 2010-09-25 at 07:00:33.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Sorry...long week.

Ok, so I posted. Hope it doesn't set us back further.

Posted on 2010-09-25 at 06:59:26.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Wait...What!?

"After him!"

Arien's command and immediate action caught the wary ranger off his guard. It took him a moment to realize that Da'Moon, Adrian, and then Arien, were all acting as though this was their first foray and throwing caution to the wind. Hadn't they all just witnessed the same as he? Did they not all just see those summoned hobgoblins torn apart like lamb on the rack?

The thoughts took a mere breath to process. Long enough for the knight to gain two strides on him. Then, Char clenched his teeth, frowned, and shook his head as he leaned into a sprint himself, giving chase.

I is gonna kill da girl if'n we ah dies.

Despite following the others on an obviously reckless path, the ranger was doing his best to keep his senses peeled for any additional signs of danger.

Yup. Kill 'er dead.

Posted on 2010-09-25 at 06:56:46.
Edited on 2010-09-25 at 06:57:23 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Blake

Newhouse, Beylix, Rocinante, Cargo Bay, 1:40 pm, Day Three

Wyatt released the button from the ship intercom just as Blake posed his question. Turning to face the townsman, the captain adopted a soft smile.

"It would seem that your son thought it wise to skin his hog leg in a very public bar and got himself bound by law." this is where the friendliness left his face even though the smile remained. "Funny thing was, Mr. Blake; he drew with the intent to do harm to my crew. Now, tell me why I shouldn't let him rot on this dirt ball while we make our merry back to Frisco, collect our pay, and leave the likes of him to his fate."

If Blake had been standing any closer the cool drifting on Wyatt's wind would have frosted him up real pretty like.

Posted on 2010-09-25 at 06:43:57.
Edited on 2010-09-25 at 06:46:35 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I'm still confused...


Posted on 2010-09-23 at 23:39:13.

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

Does one become an ex-reaver I wonder...

Posted on 2010-09-23 at 04:14:33.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Oh, snap!

She went there! Uh-huh!

Posted on 2010-09-23 at 04:12:38.

Topic: The Guard Q n' A
Subject: Great posts!

I like what you guys are doing. I'll give the others a couple more days and if I don't hear anything from them I'll seek replacements.

Posted on 2010-09-22 at 02:29:22.

Topic: The Guard Q n' A
Subject: Awesome.

No rush here so long as the game doesn't go stagnant. Anyone hear from Brianna?

Posted on 2010-09-19 at 23:28:13.


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