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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: It's Tann!!!
Vin Diesel, you say? I can do that... 
And whaddya mean sleepin' or bein' lazy? Don'cha gotta mule as needs some patchin' er somethin'? 
Posted on 2008-08-28 at 12:46:49.
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Topic: Happy Birthday Jozan1
Subject: Bappy Hirthday
Congrats, Jozan!
Best wishes,
Eol
Posted on 2008-08-28 at 12:42:59.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Noodle nose!
LMAO
Okay, that was a great visual... Ludlow gets shot, Sung lookin' like he's all serious, the Kid laughin' and shootin' a noodle out his nose... Mommy! Make the bad man stop! 
You didn't think Sam would go into the bank? C'mon... he was 'on a mission'... let's get the crew paid and Sam laid, as it were... Ya put someone as looks like Brigit in front of ol' Dash an' it's a lot like danglin a carrot in front of a jackass. She sashays into the bank an' Dash follows. 
Seriously, though, Sam went in because he figgered to be in and out in two shakes (was just supposed to be a transfer, after all... how long could that take, right?)... Ludlow's gang made him twitchy... need of $$$ (and an eyeful of yumilicious schoolmarm) made him stoopid.
Posted on 2008-08-27 at 18:14:31.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: LOL
Yup, yup... the mule and the band was classic...
Wolf hanging off the speeding mule to fix the brakes (Wyatt shown in the passenger's seat all frosty and calm like even though Wolfy's feet're scraping dirt and the Kid's white-knuckling the controls)
The Kid opening up on the souped-up mule and blowing it sky-high
Willow actually looking 'nervous' when the explosion happens
And hey... can't forget Dash gettin' beat down
Dash getting shot
Dash getting shot... again
Dash gettin' persploded and shot... again (that boy's gonna have to learn to stay on the boat, I swear!)
So many great scenes... Graphic novel anyone?
Posted on 2008-08-27 at 17:29:24.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I reckon I could...
...put together a few "scenes from the story" here and there. Good thinkin' Blammm-O! There's been plenty of Hallmark moments so far, haven't there?
Cap, Willow, an' Dash meeting with Dodger
Asher and his gun-check girl on their date
Rocinante and Maria Celestia racing for the angelhair comet
The possibilities're ruttin' endless! I'll see what I can do as I find a pocket of freetime here and there.
Posted on 2008-08-27 at 17:07:54.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Not really... I just think angry people are funny.
^ Popsicle Pete
< Fudgecicle Frank
V Whimsical Wendy
Posted on 2008-08-27 at 13:51:18.
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Topic: Rhyme time!
Subject: It was? Well son of a b-b-b-...son of a gun!
How's about Pitch, then?
And the new word is Goober!
Posted on 2008-08-27 at 13:46:29.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Almerin
I used an Open Source modelling program called Blender (available as a free download from blender.org). It's very much like Maya, Lightwave, 3DS Max, etc, with the one major bonus of being exceedingly cheap in comparison (read: Blender is free whereas the others can easily run your from $300 - $800+ (American $$$).
As I mentioned above, that firefly was done by following a very detailed tutorial that was written using Lightwave as the modelling suite and it took some 'extra time' trying to adapt those instructions to Blender's toolset (example: One of the very first steps in the tut mentioned a "point creation tool"; Blender doesn't seem to have such an animal so I experimented with a few other methods (create a plane, delete all but one vertex, then extrude that vertex, etc) before I ended up simply creating a circle with 59 vertices, deleting one of them, and then draging the rest into the proper positions in order to lathe (or spin as it's called in Blender) the firefly tail.
A little aggrivating at times, of course, but well worth the effort and learning curve, I think... It still needs some work here and there but I am pretty proud of it, myself.
Thanks for the kind words. 
Posted on 2008-08-26 at 18:12:05.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Thanks...
... it's definitely been a much bigger project than I had originally anticipated, I'll say that much. I lost track of exactly how many hours, over all, I've put into that thing - or, more to the point, I stopped counting when it took me close to eight hours just to get the 'firefly tail' modelled. Like a lot of other 'projects' this one was a chip away at it as the urge or inspiration struck. If i had to guess, though, I'd imagine there's well over 160 hours there, so far... and I'm still hoping to maybe do some interiors, etc, on top of the texture maps, etc. Lots and lots of work, as I said, but has definitely been a learning experience.
Unt alsho... Hooray for updates!!!
Posted on 2008-08-26 at 15:04:30.
Edited on 2008-08-26 at 15:22:15 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Rhyme time!
Subject: ~*~*~
Witch
Posted on 2008-08-26 at 12:32:26.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Mmmkay... been under my hat for too long, now...
...so it's time to share.
I don't know if Alacrity remembers or not but, shortly after he tossed up the opening post of this little adventure, I mentioned that after reading it (and visualizing it, of course) I felt compelled to somehow animate the whole 'opening credits' bit...
No, no... don't get that excited, I haven't gotten quite that far yet... sorry.
The 'stumper' of that whole project, of course, was going to be the characters and Rocinante herself... they'd either have to be drawn and animated frame by frame or I'd need to come up with some passable 3D models and go that route. So, since animating that entire sequence by had would have surely resulted in my fingers falling off, my eyes popping out, and my brain exploding, I decided to try and model all of our cast... starting with Rocinante (ships bein' easier than folk ta model an' sech, y'see?). Well, here we are practically two years later and I've finally managed to cludge together a farily decent model of our beloved Firefly. I can't take 100% credit for whipping this up 'from scratch' because I followed a tutorial for modelling Serenity that I found out on a Lightwave Forum, I think... Learned aLOT about modelling thanks to that thing... but I did do all the modelling myself (almost as bad as drawing when it comes to making the fingers ache) and came up with this as an almost end result. Still have a way to go (duplicate the one shuttle, create/add texture maps, etc) before it's complete and done. Also, since I'm just a po' boy, I didn't use Lightwave, had to translate the tutorial into Blender... took some time to figure out what compared to what tool wise... anyway, enough yakkin'... take a peek at this.
The other characters are gonna be way tough, me thinks... *trembles*
Oh yeah... you may notice that my biggest major modelling mistake is that I started out in the wrong view and ended up orienting the gorram ship the wrong way... was too far along when I realized my boo-boo and decided I'd fix that later... Guess it's getting close to later...
Posted on 2008-08-25 at 21:51:05.
Edited on 2008-08-25 at 21:54:15 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Thanks!
I'm glad I recovered it, too, even as "random" as it was (which, I can attest to some smaller degree, is the way one's mind gets when the body gets pummeled to that extent... endorphins+fatigue+painkillers = wooohooowhatthehellwasthat?)...
Anyhoo... looking forward to the next step forward.
Posted on 2008-08-25 at 16:40:21.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Done...
Yours was the last wish to corrupt ... From this point forward, wishes will only corrupt ???, !!!, and other forms of punctuation that are not ...
Of course, this only applies to those languages that use these forms of punctuation and if, for instance, you were to be reading this translated into a language to which "english punctuation" does not apply, your wish would not be corrupted at all, simply ignored.
Soooo.... I wish for RotS to make a wish that can be easily adapted into other languages for the purposes of corruption. And I'd like fries with that.
Posted on 2008-08-25 at 15:17:13.
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Topic: Greetings
Subject: New blood! Spanktacular!
Welcome to the Inn, Markos... as the other Innmates have mentioned, if it involves fantasy, sci-fi, RPGs, or any other variant of reality that you might be able to come up with, you'll likely find it here... in just about any form you can imagine.
Want to 'fly solo' and grace us with one of your fantasy stories? Post it to the Creativity Forums and give us all a read. 
Want to join up with a crew running through an adventure or entire campaign in a "rules based," play by post format? Check the Recruitment Forum to see what might be out there and throw your lot in... once accepted, you'll most likely be posting in the Rules Based forums or, if you get into a game where the rules don't matter so much, the Free Form boards.
Bored silly? Uninspired? Feel like posting something but don't know what? Check out the Posting Games... tons of fun "time wasters" and "chuckles" to be found there.
Wanna ride a lime green lemur through a bamboo forest in Antarctica? Well... ya can't do that... least ways not in real life... but, fer the luv-o-lou, you can do it here!
Like I said: if you can think it, you can find it right here at the Red Dragon Inn. We're happy to have you and hope to see you about!
Oh... yeah... Someone's bound to tell you not to feed the Grugg... Personally, I say feed the poor guy... just keep your appendages away from his snapper.
Posted on 2008-08-25 at 12:53:16.
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Topic: Addy's been gone... going to stay gone
Subject: Gloom, despair, and agony on us...
...but good for you Addy!
Hate to see your presence around here pared back, man, but sure do wish you all the best.
Posted on 2008-08-23 at 01:57:04.
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Topic: kid pics
Subject: My pleasure...
...as always. *bows*
Not sure about the whole "gem" thing, though... In the rough, maybe, but not quite shiny enough to fetch a good price at market.
Posted on 2008-08-22 at 19:51:52.
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Topic: Grugg's Out For 3
Subject: Just wait...
...for your next trip we've already got shuffleboard and shishkebab planned.
Posted on 2008-08-22 at 19:19:45.
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Topic: kid pics
Subject: Gnarly!
Just discovered that the Inn isn't blocked on my blackberry and was able to verify that your pics do, in fact, show up.
Adorable kids and pups, by the way.
Posted on 2008-08-22 at 19:00:02.
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Topic: kid pics
Subject: How's that?
I think I fixed it for ya, Kali... can't tell for sure, though, as photobucket seems to be one of those "evil URLs" that's blocked for me at work.
Lemme know.
Posted on 2008-08-22 at 18:28:19.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: How Mac got his groove back.
Sorry folks, still having trouble finding and/or staying in my "trek Groove" for some reason... my frame of mind this past week or so hasn't helped, either... Still wrestling with getting a post worked up, though, and, as my frame of mind seems on the mend, I'm still holding out hope that I'll be able to scrawl out something very soon.
Posted on 2008-08-22 at 16:19:51.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: It spits out...
...a glow in the dark stripper.
I feed it all the bad mojo that's been muckin' up my mind this past week and a roll of Tums.
Posted on 2008-08-22 at 14:34:49.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Life Flashes
He had always heard tell that them as is dyin’ see their whole ruttin’ lives flash before their eyes. For some reason, though, he’d always figured that meant that, when your time came, you saw the whole thing play out in chronological order from the time of your birthin’ on up until the minute where the one with your name on it took you out of the world. So it was that Sam Dash couldn’t quite decide if he was dead or not.
He had vague recollections of Asher, flanked by Brigit and Willow, slipping a pistol into his holster - “Figure you might still be needin’ this yet today, Sam. If ya can hear me still, she’s reloaded and safetied.” – but, try as he might to catch a glimpse of the Kid and the two finest females he’d ever seen, his eyes didn’t want to cooperate and everytime he tried to open them he was greeted with little more than wavering, gauzy, silhouettes and little else. Then…
“Last sortie of the day, Lt Trent,” the crew chief reported as the pilot strode across the flight deck and began his preflight walkaround of the Arclight, “Your ordnance’s all loaded and failsafed. You shouldn’t so much as hear a rattle until the bay’s open and you’re rolling ‘em out over Athens. One more sweep and you’ll have all them Browncoats pounded right the hell off of the planet, huh?”
“Roger that, Sarge,” he replied. His gaze drifted from the crew chief and caught sight of his own reflection in the Arclight’s canopy – young, clean shaven, with a neat, military haircut and a determined, well-disciplined look in his eye.
~~~
“That ain’t me,” a not quite conscious Sam murmured, “not any more.”
…there was the sensation of being lifted by numerous sets of hands and floating – or maybe being cradled by some thin matressed cot or a hammock - for a moment after those hands released him. Beyond that gauzy veil that greeted his vision each time he tried to open his eyes there was suddenly a flash of light, much brighter than what had been there before and, soon after a sensation of falling…
~~~
“Heroes of a Glorious Victory” was the headline that flashed above the the picture of himself, Xu, Bachmann, Lin, and Levin when it appeared on the newsfeed. Each one of them - flightsuits zipped open and helmets carried casually under one arm while the other was draped around the shoulders of the pilot next to them - was flashing a brilliant, flyboy smile at the camera on that day. He couldn’t find it in himself to smile like that now, though - not after the sortie they had just returned from - and he sure as hell didn’t feel anything like a hero.
“Turn that luh suh off,” he grumbled at the bartender even as the rest of the purple bellies in the Officer’s Club whooped and hollered and cheered in reaction to the story.
“C’mon, Morg,” Xu grinned at him, “Enjoy the accolades while they’re being lauded on you. Today we’re the heroes. Next week it’ll be someone else and people’ll forget all about us.”
“Chwee ni duh, Xu,” he shot back after swallowing another shot of whiskey and shrugging the man’s hand off his shoulder, “We’re not heroes, were ruttin’ murderers! We dropped our ordnance on non-combatants! Innocent people!”
“Is that still eating at you? Merciful Buddha that was more than two weeks ago! I told you, man, that’s considered collateral damage. Nobody likes it but it happens.”
“Collateral damage my ass,” he snapped back, slamming the shot glass down on the bar and shoving Xu away, “Those buildings were specifically targeted in the briefing! Browncoat strongholds, they said! But what were they really, Hong? A gorram church and a gorram schoolhouse is what, and the thudders that I dropped from my bird are the ones that killed ‘em!”
“They were sympathizers at best, Morgan,” Xu replied, the friendliness having evaporated from his tone only to be replaced with a cautionary one, “It’d be advisable to keep that in mind…”
“Sympathizers,” he came off the stool he’d been occupying and glared in disbelief at the man, “Sympathizers?! They were women and kids, Xu! Innocents!”
“Ease back on that burn, Lieutenant,” Xu warned, “Talk like that’s liable to get you labeled as a traitor or worse. S’pose the Colonel heard you talking like…”
~~~
“Suppose the colonel kisses my butt with his tongue out,” Sam snarled through clenched teeth as the forward momentum of the mule moving across the tong yard synced with the part of that ages old memory in which the man-that-he-once-was stormed out of the O-Club. So he was a little bit surprised when the door out of the club on Londinum dumped him into Blansky’s Saloon on Jiangyin.
~~~
“Sam! Show these fellers th’ door woodja?”
He looked up from having just tied a bandana securely over his head – he’d recently come to learn that when a man decides he’s gonna bust a bottle over your head it doesn’t hurt to have a little something extra between brainpain and glass… plus, if they can’t see ya bleedin’, the don’ know yer hurt – and flicked a glance at the the scowling hulk that was Bob Blansky before turning his eyes on the pair of barely standing men on the other side of the bar. “You got it, Bob,” he nodded, dragging his boot slowly off the bar’s footrail, he finished his beer and set his mug down before ambling towards the blinking drunks.
“You heard the man, fellers,” he drawled, still struggling with the ‘rim worlds accent,’ “If ya’ll’d be so kind as ta step ta th’ door an’ take yer business ta another establish…”
“Chwee…hic… ni duh,” one of the drunks burped, “hic…duh! Puhn yoh, I ain’ts done… hic… drinkin’ yet.”
“Yeah,” parroted the other one, swaggering back a few steps and regarding Sam through glassy eyes from behind his partner, “He ain’t done yet, puh…hic…n yoh!”
Sam scowled, wondering why these two looked so familiar… ‘Course, with them bullet holes in their foreheads they shouldn’t be standin’ there at all, should they? … both were big, barrel-chested SOBs with wavy brown hair, crooked teeth, and the look of just plain bad men about them. He sighed, rubbing a hand across a beard-stubbled cheek as he studied the two. “Yeah, I reckon ya are,” he said finally, the leather of his gloves creaking as he flexed his fingers and started to advance on them, “Both you boys done went an’ got yerselves shot inna brainpan an’ th’ night don’ look as if it’ll get no better for ya none if’n ya keep hangin’ round here…”
He had just reached out to grab a handful of the closest one’s coat when both of them produced two of the biggest, most humped up, jury-rigged handcannons he’d ever seen.
“Like we said, Sam,” the Ludlows chorused just before those guns went off in his face, “we ain’t done!”
After the blinding flash dissipated, Sam found himself standing out in the Black, trying to focus on what looked like a comet burning a path straight for him. He thought it was kind of strange the way that comet, at first, looked like a galloping horse then, as it got closer, looked more like a Firefly. The real mind bender, though, came when, just as the caravel-sized comet was set to plow right into him, it imploded and became a tiny, green, winking light with what looked to be a set of wings. The thing darted and flitted around for a minute before zipping suddenly towards his face and coming to a halt within a few inches of his nose.
“Hey there, Sammy boy,” said the fairy, batting her big, blue shaded eyes and playfully pushing a shock of ebony hair behind her ear, “Ya ain’t runnin’ round the Verse humpin’ up all my hard work are ya? Whaddya think about my outfit?”
He blinked at her, trying to figure out which question she wanted answered first… Not to mention what th’ hell she’s talkin’ ‘bout… then, as his eyes travelled from her much-too-young-to-be-that-sexy face to the outfit she’d asked him about, he realized that it was an Alliance flightsuit with a nametag reading ‘Trent’ affixed to the right breast.
“What th’ hell?”
Tinkerbell flashed as bright as the Ludlow’s hand cannons, then, and Sam found himself surrounded by hundreds more of the tiny, winged creatures…
~~~
“Hey,” Sam murmured as the painkillers that had been pumped into his system took effect, “wha’s wit’ all th’ ruttin’ fairies?”
“Let’s see what you’ve done to yourself now, Sam dear.”
When Willow’s delicately alluring perfume filled his senses he couldn’t help but wonder if those fairies might not be angels and, when he felt her fingers come gently to rest on his chest he became almost certain that they were… or, at least, she was.
“Merciful Buddha, Sam,” her musical voice rained gently around his subconscious, taking him back to that peaceful place he was at before, “There’s got to be an easier way to fool me into giving you mouth-to-mouth!”
His eyes opened for an instant when she lifted the weight of the ruined mesh off his chest and his breaths came easier. “Gorram but yer purdy, Miss Will,” he sighed, the sudden rush of oxygen combined with the effects of the meds making him believe he was still in that silken bed with the her, and his hand drifted upwards hoping to touch her again, “Purdier’n all th’ fairies inna ‘verse…”
“Behave.”
He felt his hand fall away from the curve of her behind and, just before he stopped dreaming all together, he realized that it really was Willow standing over him… “Hey… Tell Cap… them innocents might not all o’ made it… ‘m sorry…”
A black deeper than the Black fell over him then. There weren’t no dreams of grapplin’ with Willow or anything this time but, still, it was right peaceable again.
((OOC: Not a whole lot of bearing for as lengthy as it turned out but writing it, I think, broke me out of the funk I’ve been in this week so why not post it, right? Anyhoo… just random, in-and-out stuff for Sam, here… the side effects of injuries, endorphins, and drops more than anything else… and maybe a few mumblings that might’ve seeped out into the really real world.))
Posted on 2008-08-22 at 14:27:58.
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Topic: Having the WORST day, in 3 sentences
Subject: *sigh*
1. Have had an annoying headache kicking away at the back of my eyeballs (which today feel as if they're made of concrete) since Monday.
2. Can't get myself to post for the Trek game I started and am coming to realize that I think I've just lost all interest in it for some reason.
3. Woke up today completely and utterly depressed for no good reason.
Posted on 2008-08-20 at 17:51:13.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Rassafrassit!
I dunno what the heck just happened but I was finishing up a post (in Word), clicked 'Save' and Winblows decided, all the sudden, that it couldn't find my thumb drive... Gave me some kind of nonsensical message "saved and closed" my document and now... it's nowhere to be found... on top of that, not a single word doc is left on my dingdang thumbdrive, now!!! WTF?!?! 
*sigh*
Okay... gripe session over... if I'm lucky, I'll find a .tmp somewhere that I can restore, otherwise, it's re-copy, re-paste, re-write... blahblahblah!
Loverly silverscreen, btw, Al! (And, of course, Willow's post was sparkling as always...) Figgers that we've been killin' an Alliance Commander's boys, though, don't it?
Anyhoo... once I get it written again I'll have Sam's 'dream/nightmare' posted and mebbe a bit of a wake up.
*huge sigh of relief* Wheee! I found it! Lost a good part of the post I was working on but I'm all good up thru Tann's last. Got everything saved off on the laptop (twice - one as a 'redundant copy' in a completely different directory) and am rescribbling the post, now, as I get a minute here and there.
Posted on 2008-08-20 at 12:56:21.
Edited on 2008-08-20 at 15:31:55 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Grugg's Out For 3
Subject: Did you say everything?!?
Well, in that case, sonny-boy, have a great three days and I'll have a list of everything I need done waiting for you when you get back.
Gotta love that Grugg...
Posted on 2008-08-19 at 18:16:01.
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