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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Dime
played by Admiral
(needs updating, only have what's listed here, atm)
SPECIES: Twi'lek
HOMEWORLD:???
GENDER: Male
AGE:???
HEIGHT:???
WEIGHT:???
HAIR: ???
EYES: ???
SKIN: Blue
DESCRIPTION:
CLASS: Noble
LEVEL: 1
STR: INT:
DEX: WIS:
CON: CHA:
Skills:
Feats:
Other:
Equipment:
History:
Posted on 2007-08-01 at 17:30:28.
Edited on 2007-08-01 at 17:49:06 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Damanil Shadoran
played by Raven
(needs updating, only have what's listed here, atm)
SPECIES: Human
HOMEWORLD: Coruscant
GENDER: Male
AGE: 32
HEIGHT: 1.82 meters
WEIGHT:
HAIR: Red
EYES: Green
DESCRIPTION:
Slim built and wiry muscled. Years of training and fighting have left their marks on the body, making it tough and scarred. Most of his long red hair hangs loose from the back of his head, but in order to keep it away his strikingly green eyes, the rest of the hair is tied on two ponytails, one on each side of the head. At first glance Damanil melts into the crowd; there's nothing to him that really draws attention with the exception of his scarlet hair. But a closer look may reveal a quick-thinking mind behind his attentive eyes and the readiness to act in a blink of an eye.
CLASS: Soldier
LEVEL: 1
STR: 14(+2) INT: 12(+1)
DEX: 18(+4) WIS: 12(+1)
CON: 16(+3) CHA: 12(+1)
Skills:
Feats:
Armor Proficiency (light)
Weapon Group (blaster pistols)
Weapon Group (blaster rifles)
Weapon Group (heavy weapons)
Weapon Group (simple weapons)
Weapon Group (vibro weapons)
Other:
Equipment:
History:
Damanil Shadoran was the first born of Coruscantian military family. His father, a second generation Senate guard wished his son to follow the noble profession. From a boy, Damanil received the best of physical training available. All parts of his tutoring were selected with the entrance examination in mind. But all did not go as planned, as the boy at 16 developed a rebellious mind and failed the exams on purpose. The father, maddened by the boy's arrogant behaviour, drove Damanil away from home. Forced to take up whatever jobs available, he managed to gather enough to survive, but nothing more. Due to the strict law enforcement, he had to move lower and lower in the Coruscantian society and urban structure. Down on the levels where sunlight is never seen, the young man picked up jobs of another kind: putting to use the special skills he had learned growing up. Acting as a bodyguard, a thug, a bouncer and a debt collector, Damanil found he was good in hurting and even killing people. But born with an intelligence and will beyond that of those around him, he wanted more of life. Sealing his fate as a runaway, he stole a big pile of credits from a local crime boss, a former employer of his.
The money took him far away, all the way to the Hutt Space and the Y'toub system. His skills quickly earned him a steady job as a bodyguard of a young rising member of the Besadii clan, Dergon the Hutt. But he soon found the work boring. The pay was good, but there was not enough excitement. During the time he worked for the Hutts, Damanil learned of another profession. There were men like him, running away from someone, men who someone wanted to catch or kill. After being on the run for such a long time, hunting others for bounty was something he knew he would be good at. Joining the Bounty Hunters Guild took time, but it was not as hard as Damanil thought it would be. While working as a bodyguard, he had acquired a contact who was able to help him to get accepted to the guild. Being new and unknown, Damanil at first only received jobs that were relatively easy and badly paid.
Pulling off numerous assignments in a short period of time, he was noticed by a powerful trader who gave him his first big job. The merchant, though Shadoran wasn't aware of the fact at the time, was heading a large criminal organization. Not that it would have mattered to the young man, even if he had known. To him credits were just that, money, no matter who the paying custormer was. He'd never had any illusions about Dergon either. But unlike most crime bosses operating in the sector, the one whose attention Damanil caught with his performance, was not a Hutt, but a human instead.
It surprised him that the Hutts would tolerate powerfull being of another race on their territory. Probably the fat, sluggish creatures were using the human to further their own needs just as much as he was using them. Whatever the reason, it didn't bother him for too long. Marck Tomar wanted to catch a man and had chosen Damanil for the assignment. The redhead felt proud and happy to receive a proper job that would pay him very well.
Damanil followed his would-be-captive all the way to the Corporate Sector, but met a wall of security he could not penetrate. After a few tries to catch his target unguarded, some corporate operatives came after him instead and Damanil barely managed to escape. The target put someone on his tail and Shadoran was forced to flee to and hide on a remote world for quite some time.
In the end the other hunter gave up and disappeared, probably going after a better paying job, and Damanil was able to start living again. During the time of his absence someone else had taken up his last mission and Damanil was left without any credits. To make things worse, due to his failure to complete the assignment and more importantly, failure to pay the yearly membership of the Bounty Hunter Guild, his license was terminated.
For the last four years he has lead a quiet life, picking only smaller jobs keeping him alive and away from the eyes of anyone who might wish to find him. All the lying low has made the previously energetic Hunter somewhat effete and careless.
But now after half a decade of running, his previous employers seem to have forgotten a certain Damanil Shadoran and no one appears to be hunting him anymore. For the first time in what seems like a lifetime to him, the Corellian managed to find an assignment, which would pay relatively well. Tracing the target all the way to a remote mining colony on Telos, Damanil was starting to feel the thrill of the Hunt and life again. He intended to use the pay from the mission to get back into the Guild again. But once again Lady Luck seemed to have abandoned him and the target got away.
Posted on 2007-08-01 at 17:29:41.
Edited on 2007-08-10 at 05:50:59 by Raven
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Caise Jhorap
played by Eol Fefalas
SPECIES: Miraluka
HOMEWORLD: Alpheridies
GENDER: Male
AGE: 19
HEIGHT: 6’1”
WEIGHT:170 lbs
HAIR: Silvery-white
EYES: None (technically has featureless, vestigial white orbs, typically covered by a scarf)
DESCRIPTION:
Caise is a slightly taller than average, sleekly muscled miralukan male. As far as outward appearance is concerned, it wouldn’t be difficult to mistake him for a human of the same age save for the wide, silvery-blue sash that is almost always bound securely over his dead, white eyes. Otherwise, Caise looks pretty much as one would expect, sporting the short-cropped hair style and accompanying braid traditional to human padawans of the Jedi Order. As of the start of this adventure, Caise is still not entirely comfortable in social/diplomatic situations and, as a result, is fairly soft-spoken and may appear to be very introverted, brooding, and aloof.
CLASS: Jedi Guardian
LEVEL: 1
STR: 14(+2) INT: 14(+2)
DEX: 15(+2) WIS: 12(+1)
CON: 13(+1) CHA: 9(-1)
Skills:
- Balance +4, (Dex +2, Rank +2)
- Climb +4, (Dex+2, Rank +2)
- Jump +6, (+2 Str, + 2 Ranks, +2 feat)
- Knowledge (Jedi Lore) +4, (+2 Int, +2 Ranks)
- Knowledge (Tactics)+4, (+2 Int, +2 Ranks)
- Tumble +7 (+2 Dex, +3 Ranks, +2 feat)
Force Skills:
- Battlemind +4, (+1 Con, +3 Rank)
- Empathy +3, (+1 Wis, +2 Rank)
- Enhance Ability +3, (+1 Wis, +2 Rank)
- Force Defense +1, (-1 Cha, +2 Rank)
- Heal Self +1, (-1 Cha, +2 Rank)
Feats:
- Acrobatic
- Control (Force Feat)
- Exotic Weapon Proficiency (Lightsaber)
- Force Sensitive
- Sense (Force Feat)
- WG Proficiency (Blaster Pistols)
- WG Proficiency (Simple Weapons)
- Read/Write Miralukese and Basic
- Speak Togruti
- Speak Catharese
Other:
Init +4 (+2 Dex), Defense +15 (+3 class, +2 Dex), Spd 10m, VP/WP 11/13 Atk +3 melee (2d8+2/19-20, Lightsaber), SQ Force Sight Deflect (defense +1), SV Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +2
Equipment:
- Jedi Robes
- Lightsaber
- Comlink
- Medpac (3)
- Rations (5 days)
- CredChip (225 credits)
History:
Caise Jhorap has spent nearly his entire life with the Jedi Order. That is not to say that he does not have a family or even that he doesn’t remember them – in fact, he meditates on them quite frequently. Had it not been for them allowing an old Jedi Master named Vantariel to take him to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant when he was but three years old, Caise would not have the life he does now, after all. In the sixteen years since leaving his homeworld of Alpheridies has immersed himself completely in the teachings of the Jedi Order and is convinced, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that this is the path he was meant to walk. It was a rare thing for young Caise to struggle with the teachings of the Masters who instructed him or with any of the volumes of text he had been required to absorb, though he did often take a great deal of time contemplating what might have been considered a minor lesson and seemed very deliberate and methodical during training. Those times when he did falter, however, seemed not to bother him to a great degree; if anything, his missteps only bolstered his dedication and determination. His fervent dedication to his studies and training served him well during his years among the Jedi younglings, he learned his lessons thoroughly and quickly and his progress from year to year was glaringly obvious.
His dedication to his studies, however beneficial to his skills and knowledge, was not without certain drawbacks, though. Caise was often so engrossed in his studies that he rarely thought to socialize with anyone aside from those who were present during his lessons or those who might have played a part in them, thus, self-deprived of any sort of personal interaction outside of the teachings of the Jedi, his manner became what some might consider brooding, painfully direct, and, somewhat aloof. It was his lack of charisma, in fact, that nearly kept the Council from allowing Master Trask to take Caise as his Padawan. They questioned his ability to play the role of diplomat or mediator and feared that his demeanor would possibly be counter-productive to any missions of that nature. After a great deal of reassurance and justification on Trask’s part – and promises that “the boy has learned everything else; he can learn… will learn to be diplomatic, as well” – Caise Jhorap was finally allowed to be taken as Trask’s padawan and complete his training as a Jedi.
Posted on 2007-08-01 at 17:25:37.
Edited on 2007-08-09 at 14:53:26 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Character listing
Since William Walkingcorpse (zombie_shakespeare) has asked about the existing characters in the game, I thought I'd take up a bit of space in the Q&A and see if I couldn't compile them all in a sequential series of posts for ease of reference. 
In the party right now are the following characters:
- Caise Jhorap – a miralukan Jedi Guardian sent to Taanab to meet with a collegue of his Master’s – played by Eol Fefalas
- Damanil Shadoran – a human Bounty Hunter, posing as a TDF soldier, on the trail of a mark – played by Raven
- Dime – a twilek Noble traveling incognito as a musician named Kol Nuro; is actually on an “undercover mission” to Taanab – played by Admiral
- Mercury Saran – a young, human Fringer, until recently part of the flight crew of the Duro transport vessel Kul Kura – played by zombie_shakespeare
- Ziv Aland – a human Scoundrel, until recently working as a mechanic/techie aboard the Kul Kura – played by YeOlde
- Lana – a human Tech Specialist (?), until recently a lead Engineer aboard the Kul Kura – NPC
I'll give each character their own entry (alphabetically) following this one. I was only able to find actual stats for 3 of them, though, so if anyone has info for their characters that they'd like to add in, etc, let me know and I'll edit the posts as necessary. (Or if you mod/admin types want to add in the info if you've got it, I won't be offended, either)
Posted on 2007-08-01 at 17:08:21.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: More thoughts on the above...
Mercury, Ziv, and Lana may be at least "familiar" with one another as they were all crew members on the same transport. Ziv and Lana definitely know one another and I would presume that they know Mercury at least in passing.
Posted on 2007-08-01 at 14:26:22.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate Recruitment
Subject: Rock on...
Dr Admiral Bob! As far as the funky keyboard goes, just look at is as Dime develops an accent. 
Posted on 2007-08-01 at 12:29:00.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: My assumption is...
... that Caise knows Dime's name (aka Kol Nuro) as they've been travelling companions for most of the trip to Taanab. He also knows Damanil's last name (Shadoran), since the treacherous bothan used it when all hell broke loose on the transport. As for the rest (Mercury, Ziv, Lana, etc) he may have heard the names used but hasn't really associated them with anyone in the party, yet(GMs discretion, of course)... hence the "well done, pilot" muttering from Caise... if he'd have know Merc's name, he'd have used it 
BTW... great starting posts from both of our new players! Let's hope this adventure picks up and keeps running.
Posted on 2007-07-31 at 16:20:25.
Edited on 2007-07-31 at 16:26:28 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: Blasted roaming charges!
Even without sight it wasn’t difficult to determine that, even though the craft had served its purpose and successfully helped them to escape, the little shuttle wouldn’t be making any more journeys of it’s own. The electric tang in the air spoke of the ship’s condition even before Caise could step through the hatch and, though the details of it escaped him, he was sure that the craft looked even worse than it sounded. In his sight, an angry slash of darkened and disturbed energies identified the rough gouge that the shuttle’s landing had carved through what appeared to be a prairie. “Well done, pilot,” the padawan said, pulling his commlink free of his belt and stepping away from the heat of the wreck and into the gentle wind that blew across this plain.
He was vaguely aware of the conversations going on among the rest as he tried to contact Master Trask’s associate and, through their words and the palette of emotions he was able to sense, was assured that the shuttle was in as bad shape as he might have imagined. When his third attempt to raise the Master’s contact on the commlink failed, Caise allowed a frustrated scowl to play on his lips for a moment… Out of range, perhaps, he thought as his blind gaze slowly swept the landscape, or possibly the wrong frequency. His attentions shift from the Tanaabian grassland to the commlink for an instant, verifying that he was transmitting on the frequency that Trask had specified…
(OOC: assuming that the comm isn’t going to work now, but just checking to make sure…)
Nothing, the miraluka scowled inwardly even as he erased the frown from his face and turned to face the others. Resigned to being out of contact for the moment, Caise tucked the commlink back into his belt and rejoined the group. There had been some conversation about how to proceed, he knew, but he hadn’t heard any of the details. “What has been decided,” he asked as he drew to a stop not far from Dime and turning his masked eyes in Mercury’s direction, “we’re the shuttles sensors able to give us an idea of where we are in relation to the nearest city?”
((OOC: assuming some conversation takes place as to planning our next move… backposts as necessary))
Realization.
Apprehension.
Expectation.
Before the padawan can trace these feelings back to any one of the party, though, the soldier pointed towards a disturbance on the horizon.…
“Someone is coming,” Damanil said.
Caise nodded faintly and studied the dust cloud for a long moment. He would like to hope that this was a rescue or at least salvage operation in the works but, given what had just occurred above the planet, he wasn’t content to risk such an optimistic assessment without more certainty…
((OOC: If in range, let’s see what kind of results we can get from an Empathy check… If the “cloud of dust” isn’t in range at the moment, Caise will suggest that they take up defensive postions – just in case – and try the empathy when the target is within range (assuming they don’t start shooting before that)… ))
Posted on 2007-07-30 at 23:40:02.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Ack!!!
We're back!!! We're BaAAaaaaack!!! 
ow...
We're back!!! We're BaAAaaaaack!!!
Gotta post... gotta post... OMG what do I do? Where's my character sheet! Good gods, man, there's a dust cloud on the horizon! Someone do something!!!
Okay... I'm going... just got a little percited is all... 
Posted on 2007-07-30 at 22:17:25.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate Recruitment
Subject: Forceful!
Cool beans! Welcome aboard to the "new meat" and welcome back to all us "shoe-leather types"! Can't wait to get rolling again. 
Posted on 2007-07-30 at 19:39:58.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate Recruitment
Subject: Huzzah for interested parties!
YeOlde - you don't have to take over a pre-existing character if you'd prefer to come up with one of your own. I could always help out with character creation if you like. That said, though, take a look at the game thread (Rules-Based>Star Wars) for a peek at the existing characters... Caise and Damanil Shadoran are spoken for, of course, but the other characters - as far as I know - are "up for grabs".
Of course, I don't make the decisions, but I am all happified about your interest.
Posted on 2007-07-30 at 15:07:30.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate Recruitment
Subject: No breath holding...
...just hoping.
That was a very cool character concept she had.
Posted on 2007-07-30 at 14:48:34.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate Recruitment
Subject: Recruiting...
I sent her a PM on Friday evening, I think. Haven't heard anything back from her, yet. *crosses fingers*
Posted on 2007-07-30 at 13:22:18.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: So are these.
Some people stared.
Posted on 2007-07-27 at 23:24:50.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: hominahooby
with pigeon toes.
Posted on 2007-07-27 at 23:17:07.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Will Dash what!?
"Will Dash try something clever while Willow's tending to his hurts, and how much will Willow hurt him back for trying?"
Hmmmm... Dash being Dash, I'd be willing to bet he'll have some *ahem* clever things to say while he's getting patched up... Don't know if Miss Wil would hurt him for 'em or not, though... She'd probably be more likely to reconsider that "no anesthesia, ever" bit, though, and make it "anesthesia even if I'm just taking that hog's temperature"... 
Kidding, of course... Dash wouldn't "try anything" with Willow unless he was invited (she's family as opposed to fun where Dash is concerned)... he might talk a good game when it comes to the females on board but he wouldn't "compromise their honor". Now, that copper-haired hoochie standin' on the porch in her knickers... there be another story. 
Posted on 2007-07-27 at 20:31:32.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: It ain't a cheat it's...an Edit! XD
on the back...
Posted on 2007-07-27 at 20:03:38.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: No retreat... I think... ;)
Too fast, Jal thinks as Arien’s sword leaves his grip. The momentum of the toss combined with the grogginess that still lingered prevented the urchin-mage from being able to cast even the simplest spell at the Blue and, instead, sent Jal tumbling back to the floor; too soon…
Even as he scrabbled weakly away, though, and despite his inability to bring any arcane power to bear, it appeared that tossing that sword had been enough. Arien had caught the blade with apparent ease and, between he and Dapple, was able to bring down the elite Imperial bodyguard. For the better, then, Jal decided, I fear that I’ll have need of all the mana I can muster before we have the chance to rest again and I’ve already used much more than I likely should have… He stifled a yawn and tired to will away the sleepiness that still clung to him like a heavy cloak and, as it was all he could manage at the moment, scooted to one side of the corridor and propped himself against a wall before allowing his bleary gaze to take in the aftermath of this latest battle.
Kilgrim was busy tending to Maximus, whom, amongst all the rest, seemed to be the most seriously injured, and, if Jal was seeing properly Valentine and Arien seemed to be vying for the next spot on that list. Char and Dapple, too, seemed to have taken their share of the beating but neither of them seemed as bad as the others. The rogue, in fact, had wasted precious little time in removing anything of worth from the slain Imperial. And the ranger, Jal had determined in the past few days, had to be the toughest and most determined soul he had ever met; the man faced whatever was thrown at him with the same iron-set determination and stoicism… Wood and stone, Jal thought, recalling the snippet of a rhyme he’d once heard about woodsmen, flesh and bone… Aye, and so it would seem, my love, he muttered as he rested his staff across his knees and his forehead against the staff. He hoped that Wynter was close by and was listening. Hoped that he hadn’t left her in that place, alone with the Master. Flexible as the willow and steadfast as the mountain…
His eyes closed and he waited for an answer… or hoped to slip back into the ‘dream’ and find the girl again… but none came. “…Wynter?”
The Spellbinder’s eyes shot open and, initially, he cowered away as if having been startled from sleep when Arien approached and offered a hand to help him to his feet. Jal blinked at the knight for a moment as if somehow surprised that Arien was actually standing there – at first, there had been faint images, recollections, perhaps, of the sister and the demonic woman standing there with him but they soon faded away. Jal offered a weak smile, then, and accepted the proffered hand. His smile widened a bit and his cheeks warmed slightly when Arien expressed his thanks.
“Indeed, my lord,” Jal replied, pushing aside a tangled lock of hair and tentatively met the man’s gaze, “would that I could have done more. When I saw you with your sister and that… woman… I feared the worst...I…”
Jal blinked again. None of them shared that dream with you, Jal, muttered an inward voice, you, perhaps, share too much... The mage’s ice-hued eyes flicked downward, then swept uncertainly over the rest of the party before returning to Arien. “…I am glad to see that you are still among us, Sir Thedell.”
Kilgrim, dutifully tending the parties wounds, had moved closer and was examining Arien. "Lads,” the cleric stated, “Me thinks we might need t' pull back fer 'ealin', fer me spells are runnin' out soon. Or if ye wish t' move on, usin' Dwan's potions could be wise now." He adjusted the bandage he’d just placed on Arien’s wound before continuing; "But if'n well run now, the Imps'll 'ave time to rearrange their defense or flee. Your call."
Dapple tilted his head, listening to the noises coming through the stone and wood above. “We’d best move, if we can, “she stated in a matter of fact tone, as if commenting on the weather, “This one was sent specifically for Arien, and that noise above us is either the rest coming for us, or a serious distraction that can tip the scales in our favor.”
Leaning on his staff and still trying to shake off the effects of the green’s poison, Jal listened to the recommendations, and though it seemed to fly in the face of all things logical, he couldn’t help but sypmathise with Arien’s position.
“…The fact is, Kilgim, I cannot retreat from here - not with Alloryen being held prisoner. I will not compel - or even ask - any of you to accompany me further, but I cannot, will not, leave," Arien had concluded his reply, unstopperting a healing potion. "I will listen to your counsel, friends, but you must understand that I can but stay the course."
“Retreating now would be a mistake,” Jal agreed quietly, “Our presence has already been made known and, were we to leave, they wouldn’t be so foolish as to think we would not return…” His fingers moved to draw his tattered cloak tighter about his shoulders and his gaze drifted first towards the staircase and then upward as if trying to peer through the ceiling; “…there are spirits here that cry for release,” he whispered, “I cannot hear them, now, but they are here… Wynter is here… I cannot go back…”
((OOC: Okay, then, we’ll just let ol’ Spooky drift off into his mutterings for a while I suppose. Should Arien or anyone else ask “what the hell are you talking about, Spellbinder?” in regards to anything Jal’s said, he’ll share what he can of his ‘dream’ in hopes of explaining his “madness”… The urchin-mage is now really concerned not only about Wynter but also about Arien and the “meaning of” those other spirits he encountered in the ‘bar’))
Posted on 2007-07-27 at 16:12:35.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate Recruitment
Subject: What about...
...Ginafae? I seem to remember that she'd expressed some interest a while back - and had even come up with one helluva character concept... Is she still around I wonder?
Posted on 2007-07-27 at 14:32:41.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Personally...
... I was rather hoping for (but not expecting) a wave from Tink before we got to Regina but, otherwise, I'm flexible as to the whole "hurry up and get there" or "take it easy and play it out". There is plenty of stuff to play with yet on Lullabelle, I'm sure, but, on the flipside of that, we don't wanna keep Tann waiting for too long, right?
I'll go with the "general consensus" whatever that may be.
Hooray for ambiguity!
Posted on 2007-07-26 at 20:05:10.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Oh geez!
Should we have maybe stocked up on adult diapers prior to leaving Freegate? if those weren't the tough guys, I'm afraid there's liable to be a lot of soiled britches when we run into the "real" tough ones.
More mana! Less tree-guys!
Posted on 2007-07-26 at 20:01:10.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: I'll second that...
... I thought we were goners for sure.
Still wondering how Jal didn't get trampled to death while he was snoozing amidst the frey.
Not that I'm complaining, mind you.
Posted on 2007-07-26 at 14:25:02.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Bein' doctored ain't no skip thru the daisies, neither... ;)
It couldn’t have been that long but to Dash, it seemed like Willow had been gone for an hour. The longer he sat in one spot, holding a blood-sopped bandana to one of Jim Ryan’s wounds, the more he became aware of how much pain he was in, himself. He flicked a glance in Asher’s direction, checking to see if the Kid was still holding up (even though Dash was sure he was – He’s a kid fer hump’s sake! Course he’s a’right! Prob’ly gonna get back ta Roc, eat a ruttin’ pie, an’ go clean ‘is guns er sumthin’…). When Asher looked back and offered a nod to answer the pilot’s unvoiced “how ya doin’” Dash returned the nod and turned his eyes back just in time to spy Willow coming back, followed closely by Kora and Hawkes bearing a litter for Jim.
“‘Bout time,” Dash grumbled, waiting a little less than patiently as Willow inspected Asher and himself before dismissing them from their triage duties and moving to get Jim situated for transport, “I was like ta get a cramp in m’ass sittin’ here. Ev’rthin’ shiny with th’ Cap?”
((OOC: Assuming a “look” and an affirmative reply a la “Captain-san is just fine, Sam… he’s got the situation in hand… Now, give us a bit of help loading Mr Ryan and then you get yourself to the infirmary”…))
“Ku,” Dash reached for the ruined banister and used it to haul himself to his feet, wincing as the motion aggravated a dull ache in his ribs, “I’m all over it… just’s soon’s I make sure Cap’s got…”
((Again, assuming something along the lines of “The captain’s fine… he wants you in the infirmary... now, scoot!”))
Yeah, yeah! An’ if there’s more of a tussle fixin’ ta break out, ol’ Sam gets ta miss it, he sighed inwardly as he limped out of the way, glancing back over his shoulder as Willow, Hawkes, and Kora loaded Jim on the stretcher. Thing is, someone needs a good boot in th’ pi gu fer humpin’ up breakfast. Knowing better than to argue with Willow in a situation like this, though, Dash kowtowed to the delicate woman and hobbled out of the house and towards their boat. His progress was only briefly interrupted as he stepped out onto the porch and caught sight of Ludlow’s cooling corpse and then Wyatt herding Celestia’s crew in at gun-point.
“Wong ba duhn,” he chuffed in disbelief as his gaze tracked from Ludlow to the other crew and finally to the Cap, “Them’s th’ bunch o’ inbred yukkers as tried to set us t’drift?! Ya gotta be strokin’ me!” When he’d first come out of the house, Dash had been all set to shoot or, at the very least, punch someone in the face. Upon seeing the surviving members of the Fulton clan, however, he knew there was no way in hell that he’d be able to bring himself to do a damn thing to any of them. Look at ‘em, he heaved an almost disappointed sigh, his expression an odd mix of disdain and sympathy as he glared at them, just a bunch o’ gorram wu ming shao jwu as prob’ly never burned clear of atmo on more’n a world er two!
Dash chewed on his tongue for a long moment, wishing that he could bring himself to say or do something to the remains of the red-haired family that might make him feel better about this whole thing. The way his jaw clenched and unclenched it appeared he just might unleash a flurry of obscenities but, what with that Kenny kid corpsified, the girl bein’ all weepy, and one of the older men all of a sudden breaking down in tears, too, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. “Gun,” he shook his head, spat on the ground and, just a hair on the other side of aggravated, stormed as best he could off the porch and hobbled his way back to the docking coupler, muttering under his breath about “stupid yokels getting hitched up with big damn bad men.”
Onboard
Dash limped up the ramp in the wake of Willow and the litter-bearers, casting one last disgruntled look back at Wyatt and the Fulton’s gathering on the porch of the blasted homestead, before nodding to Trish. “We was gonna bring ya back some breakfast, Ma, but them others went an’ blew it up,” he smirked, flicking a curious glance at the kitten perched on her shoulder.
“Figgers,” he muttered, as he reached out to scratch the little critter under its chin before continuing on through the main bay, “I tol’ Kora I smelt cat-whiz.”
Arriving in the infirmary, Dash did what he could to help get Jim unloaded – which consisted of mainly supervising and staying out of the way – and then propped himself against a wall…
“You head back now, dear,” Willow smiled at Hawkes, “and let me do what I need to. Jim’s in good hands, but I need space to work. Kora’s got enough training to give me a hand, and the boys here need to sit down before they fall down.”
Hawkes nodded his head and turned to leave. Once the prospector made his way out and Willow got set to tending his partner, things got real boring in the infirmary. Dash watched for a moment while Willow stroked Jim’s arm, brushed his hair, and made the other thousand little gestures that were common to the Doc’s assessment of her patients. “Tell Willow where it hurts, darling one,” she murmured.
Figuring she was well into being distracted now, Dash took that as his cue to slip out and take care of other things whilst he was waiting his turn on Miss Wil’s table. He’d already picked out all the splinters and shrapnel he could get on his own, after all, and sitting here with his thumb up his keester wasn’t helping to ignore the pain of the stuff that was left. Shootout an’ tusslin’ aside, there’s still work ta do, right, he mused, justifying his reasons for leaving the sickbay before his wounds were tended, I’ll jus’ mosey on up to m’bunk, check an’ see if Tink’s sent a wave back, grab my rifle an’ a nip er two of that hooch, an’…
“Where do you think you are going?” Willow’s tone was pleasant but threatening at the same time so Dash knew that she was talking to him… He froze in his steps just before reaching the door.
“I was jus’ gonna go get a swallow of anesthetic an’ then give Wyungsung a hand with…”
“And how is bleeding on the prisoners going to help the Captain, hmm?” Willow asks looking back at the monitor that show Jim’s vitals. Her voice remained sweetness and honey “I swear to you - you walk out that door to get a gun and a bottle of ill-gotten whiskey, and I will never use anesthetic to remove bullets from you again.”
“Aww c’mon, Wil,” the pilot protested, wondering how she knew he was also planning on grabbing his rifle, “Cap’s out there all on ‘is lonesome – ‘less ya count Hawkes and he seems a wreck over his partner and that ain’t gonna be…”
“Ever!” The doctor reiterated. “And if you die of your injuries while you're running around playing hero, Mr. Samuel Dash, don't come crying to me."
“Mi tian gohn,” Sam chuffed as he limped back to his seat and flopped down like some five-year-old that had just been chastised by a disapproving mother, “nah mei guan shee! I better get a gorram lolli outta all this!
Hey, Ma,” he hollered as he begrudgingly unfastened his ballistic vest, hoping Trish would hear him, “could ya bring me my hat er sumthin’?”
((Posting just cuz I can, really… Dash’ll wait his turn fer doctorin’, of course, then do what’s needed as far as mopping up the mess and helping load cargo if we get that far. Otherwise, once he’s patched up and there’s nothing to do but wait, he’ll get around to checking to see if Tink’s replied to his earlier wave, rest up, etc…))
Edited out Dash's take on the looks exchanged between Kora and Hawkes. Misread the GMs post and failed to realize that "it was a sensitive moment, not likely to be picked up by crass, boorish, brutes with bandanas on their heads."
Posted on 2007-07-25 at 18:36:47.
Edited on 2007-07-25 at 20:39:43 by Eol Fefalas
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Subject: Plus a comma :)
...and Grugg lumbered
Posted on 2007-07-25 at 14:38:33.
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Subject: Spiffy... new toys!
Funky-fizzle, boss!  This oughta "clean things up" a bit.
Posted on 2007-07-25 at 14:36:43.
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