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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: Another perspective...
Stardate: 2366.10.23
Starship Speedwell – 0915 hours
“They’re here,” rasped the heavy-set human who currently manned the converted merchant vessel’s CONN panel, “Long range is picking up a distinctive Starfleet signature; bearing three-three-oh-mark-two-six. Jumped in system just minutes ago.”
“Brilliant,”replied the man who occupied the vessel’s captain’s chair, “right on schedule. Can ye gimme an ETA on an arrival ta Aldor V?”
“Not just yet, Ian,” the heavy helmsman replied, “looks like they’re checking out a disabled freighter just on the edge of the system. They’re in, but they ain’t movin’ this way.”
“An’ yer sure she’s the one we’re lookin’ for, Blake?”
“Sure as I’m sittin’ here,” Blake answered, “Same ship that picked up Milkens and our people from the Valmont. Galaxy class, U.S.S. Discovery. They sent a big one, Cap.”
Ian grinned and settled back into the chair. “Well, ye know what they say ‘bout that, lad,” he smirked, “the bigger they are…”
“…The harder they fall,” Blake finished with a chuckle. “If we play this right, Ian, we may get a bit more off this one than just the vaccine. Those Galaxies are stocked like nobody’s business.”
“Exactly what I was thinkin’, Blake. Now I know why I bring you along.” Ian MacTavish turned in his seat and glanced back over his shoulder at the Bolian manning the Speedwell’s communications terminal, “Bacha, anything from our insiders?”
“Just a quick ping from each of them as the Discovery came out of warp,” the young, blue-skinned woman answered, “No active communications as yet but… Oh, wait a minute… Looks like we’ve got something coming through from Coffin. Stand by, I’ll decrypt it.”
Coffin, Coffin, Ian repeated the name to himself trying to put a face and an assignment to the moniker, Ah, right, the lass we sleazed into their security forces. “Nothing from those we’ve got inna sciences or engineerin’ though, eh?”
“Nope, not a word as yet… Wellll,” Bacha seemed intrigued by whatever it was she had just decoded from Coffin’s transmission, “that’s interesting. Looks like you share a name with the CTO on this boat, Ian. Lt Jack MacTavish. Sound familiar?”
The expression that crossed Ian’s face at that moment was an odd mix of shock, amusement, malice, and, possibly – though no one on the bridge of the Speedwell would ever dare to mention it – a slight tinge of fear. He turned in his seat and glared at the bolian for a second, then, as a sinister smile pulled his lips away from his teeth and his hands relaxed their grip on the arms of the chair, he nodded. “Aye, lass,” he said almost chuckling at the irony of the situation, “I know the name, very well. Very well, indeed.”
Ian suddenly found himself making minor adjustments to his already well-plotted scheme in order to account for this unexpected bit of intelligence and, by the time he swiveled the captain’s chair back around to face Blake and the CONN panel, had also figured a way to kill two birds with one stone, as the old saying goes. “Bacha, send Coffin an addendum to her assignment. I need everything the girl can get me on that TAC officer; I don’t care how minor it might seem.”
“Anything you want to share, Ian,” the bolian asked, already prepping the transmission, “you’re not planning a tangent here, are you?”
“Just do it, lass,” Ian ordered as he sank back into the chair and rubbed thoughtfully at his chin, “Once Coffin checks back in, I let ye know… Get some pings out to the rest, as well. Let ‘em know that we’re proceedin’ as scheduled but to be on their toes, just in case. I want a report from them in sciences before that Fed ship gets too much further in system, too.”
Bacha nodded in resignation; “It’s your op, Ian,” she said, busily composing and encrypting the transmissions to the BTF operatives aboard the Discovery, “I just hope whatever’s going on in your head doesn’t compromise it… The council doesn’t want the ball dropped on this one.”
“I said,” Ian growled, “dinnae bloody worry aboot it!” He slammed a fist angrily on the arm of his chair, evoking a strangled beep from the built in console. “The council’s got nothin’ to worry about… it’s the bastards aboard that ship that’ve gotta be concerned.”
“I think ye were more right than ye knew, Blake,” he grinned wolfishly as he rose from his seat and clapped a hand on the burly helmsman’s shoulder, “We’re gonna get much more outta this one than what we came for.
I’ll be in my cabin,” the Caldosian captain of the Speedwell advised his bridge crew as he strode for the hatch, “I want reports from our people on that scow the very minute they come in.”
((OOC: And there ya have it... the first post from "the other side"... anyone who wants to pick up on one of the numerous "subversives" we've got aboard Discovery can feel free... I've already hi-jacked SilentOne's Coffin character from security... we've got at least one in sciences and apparently at least one in ENG... are there more?  ))
Posted on 2006-11-22 at 09:42:24.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Kilgim... no "r"... got it...
Sorry for the oversite, Pekka.
As far as the rest goes, if we want to question el magi cucaracha, Jal does have comprehend languanges and, yes, once we're done, let's squish the fragger! Or better yet... any body happen to pack a giant magnifying glass? 
Posted on 2006-11-22 at 07:34:55.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: French...
...is "Bon Noel" if I'm not mistaken.
Posted on 2006-11-21 at 11:49:18.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: I like my venison "on the hoof"
^ If she had the chance, would ask the world to dance
< Dancing with myself
V Is far too young to even remember Billy Idol. 
Posted on 2006-11-21 at 09:55:06.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Christmas = Busy, busy, busy...
First, I've got to check that list and then check it twice (in order to find out who's naughty and nice, of course)...
Then, you've gotta get the elves off the sauce long enough to load the sleigh and all that business... *sigh* Santa's work is never done.
Seriously, though, with so much of my extended family hereabouts, the Christmas holidays are full of "run here, run there, eat half a dozen times, and then crash at the end of it all"... May just go to Will's and help out with the beach party, this year... sounds like less stress. 
P.S. Lys - Sinterklaas is the Dutch (?) name for Santa Claus (he of the many aliases)... Father Christmas, Saint Nicholas, Kris Kringle, the Peppermint Stick Papa, etc.
Posted on 2006-11-21 at 09:24:00.
Edited on 2006-11-21 at 09:26:38 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Dad!!!!
^Keeps forgetting that there's no "e" at the beginning and no "ed" at the end of "strange"
< Doesn't get much stranger than that...
V Has never met a stanger they didn't like
Posted on 2006-11-20 at 14:30:20.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Huzzah!
Welcome, Yana!
Also, thanks for the "insight" into the whole mana thing, Al... good info to know.
Posted on 2006-11-20 at 13:19:52.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: It's all over but the crying...
He fought against it, of course – willing himself to stay conscious if for no other reason than to ensure that Wynter escaped the clutches of those wretched hands and that his companions survived the battle with the bugs - but to no avail. Darkness crashed over Jal as he released the wound in his side to retrieve the healing potion and, with a fierce pain shooting through him and Wynter’s pleading scream echoing in his ears, he succumbed to it before he could so much as unstopper the flask. I am finished, he thought, I am sorry, Wynter, my love…Life started spiraling away then, and the eerie peace that accompanied the separation of body and spirit began to settle upon him though spitefully unbidden to do so.
As swiftly as it had fallen, though, the veil of dying was pierced and chased away by a blinding flash and the sensation of falling upwards at great speed. Seconds afterwards, the urchin-mage became aware of his wounds healing and the cacophony of battle assailed his ears again. Even as he sucked in a sharp, surprised breath of air, Jal’s eyes shot open and found Kilgrim hovering over him and on the receiving end of a brutal assault by the very mantis that had opened Jal’s belly.
Blinking in bewilderment, the mage scrambles away, hoping to give the warrior-priest more room to move in response to the bug’s attack. Arien thundered into the fray at that moment, slashing his blazing sword across the Thri-Kreen’s back, giving the cleric of Clangeddin an opportunity to bring his axes to bear. As more a reaction than anything planned, Jal rights himself and angrily unleashes another volley of missiles at the mantis. Again, the spell does little more than stagger the bug but, this time, the momentary confusion costs the bug its life as Kilgrim hacks into it with axe-blade and Arien relieves the creature of the weight of its head with a deft, backhanded stroke. All around, in fact, it appeared the battle was coming to an end. The remaining ankheg had fallen to Talas’ blade, the bug-mage to Valentine’s color spray, and its mundane counterparts at the hands (and feet) of other members of the party.
As Jal’s heavy-lidded eyes surveyed the scene and he struggled to get fully to his feet, he couldn’t help but smile at Thom’s comment… “Told you I saw them,” the boy sniped from amidst the huddle of his brothers, “Big, locust like bugs. I was right!”
His gaze was drawn to the tight knot of brothers as he hauled himself up and leaned heavily on his staff. Hovering close by them, the discorporating spirit of their father offered a grateful smile. The ghost was apparently satisfied that his boys would be safe, now, for, though Charles’ lips moved to form the words “Thank you, sir,” Jal realized that he could no longer hear the man’s voice. “Be at peace, Charles,” the urchin mage whispered weakly in reply, “Join your wife.”
After watching Charles linger with his sons for a moment longer, Jal’s eyes turned to Kilgrim. Surely it had been the dwarf who had aided him; Jal knew he hadn’t drunk the potion himself, after all, and when he had returned from that dark place “in between,” it had been Kilgrim standing over him. “My thanks, Kilgrim,” he nodded, almost yawning the words, “had it not been for your actions…”
It was then that Jal realized he had not heard Wynter’s voice since regaining consciousness, and a terrible sense of dread overcame him. Had those dark hands claimed her? Had she, perhaps, escaped their grasp and fled after Jal had fallen? It made him dizzy to do so but he spun around, searching frantically for some sign of the phantasmal girl; “Wynter?! Wynter, where are you?!”
I am here, my love. Jal still couldn’t see her but he did feel her fingers brush across his cheek and feather into his hair and that, at least helped to chase away the fear that she had been snatched away.
You’re injured, my spellbinder, she cooed, and tired. Don’t worry for me, now. Rest yourself…it is important…
“But what of you, my love,” he whispered, blinking into the air trying to call her face into focus, “What I saw was… those hands…”
Shhh, she answered, pressing a ghostly finger to his lips, you must rest, Jal. Let’s not speak of anything else. See to your friends, put this place behind us, and rest.
“Wynter, I…”
No, Jal. Not now, the girl seemed strangely hesitant to discuss what had happened. Look, she said, guiding his eyes towards Talas in an attempt to divert Jal from the subject of the hands, the gladiator seeks to help you. You have made a friend, I think…
The Spellbinder nodded, smiling as he caught sight of Talas approaching with a healing potion at the ready. “Perhaps so,” he murmured, “things much stranger have been known to happen.” He had decided that he wouldn’t press the girl in regards to those dark hands at the moment. Her eagerness to distract him from the topic was obvious and, though he was desperate to know more, he feared that asking any further might chase her away.
“You come to my rescue, as well, friend Talas?” Jal smiled sheepishly, lifting a hand to indicate that the big gladiator should save his potion for a more urgent time; “We can tend to healing soon enough. I think that, now, rest would be as effective as a potion.”
((OOC: Jal will, of course, “follow orders” as they are given as far as the mop up goes. If no one else does, Jal is likely curious after the bug-mage’s staff (and/or anything else of use that the crunchy mana masher might have) and will give it a look should he get the chance. He will also want to tell the boys that their father is at peace before (and if) the siblings go on about their way. Otherwise, I suppose that the ratty little mage will rest as he can… feeling a bit embarrassed at having been brought so close to death…))
Posted on 2006-11-20 at 12:20:25.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Oops!
Almost forgot to keep on subject! 
The last time I truly cried was when I watched Mystic River... I can't relate to the anguish one feels when you discover your own child has been murdered but Sean Penn made me feel it. I didn't let my daughters out of my sight for a looooong time after seeing that flick and I probably spoiled the crap right out of 'em, too.
And on my Christmas list... a down payment on a new truck would be nice... If Santa's buying, though, let's just shoot for the whole truck, shall we?
Posted on 2006-11-17 at 16:11:00.
Edited on 2006-11-17 at 16:12:32 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Oh...
...I think we might be able to come up with something important for you to write about in this game, too, Av...
Stay tuned...
Posted on 2006-11-17 at 15:55:42.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Who needs playstation...
...when you've got the Inn?
The games are much cooler and the graphics are waaaaaay better... at least the ones I see in my head are.
Posted on 2006-11-17 at 15:49:26.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Oh... this can't be good...
The pain was exquisite and the blood poured like a fountain from the wound inflicted by the mantis’s weapon. Jal’s hands, of course, went immediately to the deep gash in his side, trying to stem the flow of that escaping essence. As the thri-kreen leapt away without bothering to finish him off, though, the urchin-mage realized that the injury was far more serious than simply staunching the wound would cure. As the ground moved suddenly closer, he became aware of Wynter’s voice… it seemed very near, yet, at the same time, strangely far away…
No, my spellbinder! Not yet!
It was becoming difficult to think clearly, as if his mind was shutting down and finally allowing him rest, and his vision waned and returned with each beat of his heart. Nevertheless, his eyes sought out the spectral face of the girl whom, he knew, must be close by. When he found her, her eyes didn’t sparkle with that smiling light that he had grown accustomed to. Rather, they were wide and glossed with… fear?
“I…” Jal had longed for the day when he could at last be with Wynter and, for the briefest of instants, he had wanted to explain that, perhaps, this was the way it was intended to happen. The words wouldn’t come, though, and as he drew nearer to the threshold between the planes of the living and the dead, he found it increasingly difficult to even lift his head…
No, Jal! Wynter screamed at him as his body wavered and started to topple, You must live!
…as his head lo.lled forward, hatefully tearing his gaze away from Wynter’s face and redirecting it to the ground at her feet, Jal understood why Wynter seemed so frightened. He, too, was horrified to see those dark hands reaching up from the earth to claim the ghostly girl and, in that terrifying instant, Jal realized that the Master must still be trying to claim his love. Anger welled in him then and with it came a painful burst of clarity – No, you wretched bastard, he wanted to scream, You can never have her, again! Not while I live!
Even as he moved to place himself between those malignant hands and Wynter’s feet, Jal remembered the potion supplied to him before the party had left Freegate and, in that moment reached for his pouch in hopes of fishing the healing brew out and quaffing it down. If he must live to keep Wynter then so be it…
((OOC: Jal’s Plan A, I suppose, is to down that healing potion and, if possible, get some distance between himself and the combat (not to mention between Wynter and those oogy appendages). Should he manage to do get out of the fray and have the oomph to do it, he’ll watch for any bug(s) to leap far enough away from his companions to be nailed with lightning bolt… damn the trees! I want these bugs cooked! Plan B is, try to heal, get some distance and use lesser offensive spells as appropriate (light, magic missile/ acid arrow) until unable to continue.))
Posted on 2006-11-17 at 08:42:15.
Edited on 2006-11-17 at 08:42:58 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Creating Links and Formatting Text: A Tutorial
Subject: Olan made me a liar! ;)
Okay, so now you can see the links section... El Jefe has apparently just hit us with some extra functionallity and we've got a groovy little menu bar at the top of the page!
Very cool!
Posted on 2006-11-16 at 14:35:01.
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Topic: Creating Links and Formatting Text: A Tutorial
Subject: Links...
We do have a links section, Niemz... ya just can't see it yet.
Once the migration/merger of the new site and the old is completed and the front-end pages are up and running, I'm sure that the links section won't be too hard to find. Anything in particular that you're looking for?
Posted on 2006-11-16 at 13:45:49.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery
Subject: Backpost before the Frontpost. Who knows where the middle be?
Stardate: 2366.10.22
USS Discovery– Holodeck 2; Deck 11 1452 hrs
As much as Tuvar’s idea of blowing off steam on the holodeck had appealed to him, Mac decided that as, things stood right now, running a program in which the security protocols had been deactivated probably wasn’t the wisest thing to do. Between last night’s altercation with Drummond and the information he had passed on about his own brother possibly being involved with a terrorist group known to be in operation around the Aldor system he knew that he was being closely scrutinized by not only Command but likely by medical and counseling, as well. In fact, it wouldn’t have surprised him at all if his clearances had been pared back “just in case.” Beside all of that, Tuvar had been personally tagged to keep an eye on him – which, as he interpreted the orders, meant that she was to ensure that the CTO didn’t get into any sort of trouble or do anything stupid – and, as much fun as it would have been to completely cut loose with the Vulcan SEC Chief, he couldn’t bring himself to accept her offer at the risk of getting her into trouble right along with him.
Et wouldnae do ta have us both unner th’ almighty eye, would et? Cap’n Blair’d jus’ love tha’… both ends o’ TAC/SC gettin’ roughed up onna holodeck when we’re less’n 72 hours oota Aldor an’ th’ threat o’ possible terrorist activity in th’ mix? No’ bloody likely ta go over well.
On top of that, as the day wore on, the fatigue had started to catch up with Jack and, even though he didn’t care to admit it, he was too wiped out, too out of focus, to trust himself in a situation like that – simulated or not. His mind was volleying thoughts of Ian against thoughts of Chantelle, now, and those thoughts, he knew, would serve to keep him of kilter just enough that one minor mistake with an unsecured sim could be the difference between a hell of a rush and an extended stay in Sick Bay.
“As intriguin’ as yer idea is, lass,” Jack had said to Tuvar on the turbolift between decks two and eleven, “I’m prob’ly no’ inna best o’ condition ta keep ya covered ef somethin’ should go wrong. Truth o’ th’ matter is tha’ all I really wanna do at th’ moment is mebbe see home…”
((OOC: Spot check, Vesper… if Tuvar really wants to get into something “dangerous” on the holodeck, feel free to talk Mac into it and we can run with something else. We can backpost anything that may occur, of course. Now, jumping forward a bit…))
Holodeck 2 – 1621 hrs
A cold breeze blew past Jack MacTavish as he stood, staring off in the direction of the snow dappled Braeriach, on the rocky ground of the Cairngorm Plateau. As bitter as that wind was, though, it seemed not to affect the Scot much. This very plateau – found originally in the Scottish Highlands of Earth – had been recreated during the terraforming of Caldos IV and, in his youth, Jack had often come to this very place to find some alone time. Even after he had left home for the Academy and, ultimately, found his career among the stars, he had taken this very program with him for those occasions when he needed the centering effect that the place had always had on him.
Unlike most of the other times he had found himself standing in the midst of this simulation, though, Jack wasn’t alone on the holodeck this time. Tuvar had wandered off into the holographic landscape a short time ago, granting him at least the illusion of being by himself with his thought, but he knew that the woman was close by. She’d been given her orders, after all, and being the quality officer that she was, the SEC Chief wasn’t likely to go against those orders for any reason. Jack wouldn’t have expected otherwise, of course, but he did appreciate that Tuvar had been willing to take herself out of arms reach and out of sight for a time. Chantelle would be arriving soon and, despite the fact that the entire ship was already aware of his relationship with the CSO, Jack just wouldn’t be comfortable having the personal discussion he had planned with her had Tuvar been hovering about like a mother hen.
Tuvar’d likely be a bit less’n comfortable wi’ tha’, too, Jack thought as he stooped down to pluck an egg-shaped stone from the rough ground at his feet. As he rose out of his crouched position, the snow streaked peaks of the Braeriach filled his vision again and he watched for a long moment, tossing and catching the smooth stone repeatedly, as the light of the setting sun filtered through the thick clouds as it started to dip below the crags.
His thoughts had turned to Ian, again, and as the rock was reclaimed by gravity and landed in the palm of Jack’s hand, he recalled the many times that he and his brother had stood in this very spot on Caldos IV and spent hours heaving pebbles at those distant mountains and arguing about whose stone had gotten the closest. A nostalgic smile crossed his lips as his fingers closed around the rock in his hand, then, and he caressed the cold surface of the thing as he squinted at the trio of peaks and picked a spot to play target for the soon-to-be projectile. He rolled the stone in his hand, finding the perfect grip on its surface and, as the bitter, early-winter wind blew once more across the Cairngorm, Jack drew back his arm and heaved the stone towards the Braeriach. The smile lingered on his lips as the rock arced through the air and finally plummeted back earthward, inducing a powdery plume from the ground as the tiny meteorite punched an impact crater into a patch of snow a respectable distance away – but still far short of the distant peaks. The smile, though, faded as the plume settled and dissipated; the realization that Ian’s toss wouldn’t be following his came over him and the only thing that would be following in the wake of Jack’s cast stone would be the half-hearted sigh that escaped from his lips.
The wind whipped passed him again, stroking frosty fingertips across the bare skin on his neck and inducing a bit of a shiver in the TAC Officer. The breeze hadn’t only brought the invigoration of the cold with it this time, though, it also carried with it the faint sound of the holodeck’s doors opening somewhere behind him and, soon after, wafted the faint scent of apples beneath his nose.
“H’lo, luv,” he sighed softly as he felt Chantelle’s hands feather across his sides as her arms wrapped around him and she rested her head against his back. As her fingers knitted together over his stomach, his own hands closed over hers; “I’ve missed ye t’day, lass. Missed ye somethin’ terrible.”
((OOC: There it is… backposting more or less caught up and this bit of the story is turned back over to LysKhala… If you want to, Fuby, we can collaborate on the rest of this convo and edit it in to this post when we’re finished (or you can post it, whichever way you’d prefer)… Now, off to catch up with Brom and the jump ahead ))
Posted on 2006-11-16 at 13:04:20.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Oh sure, make the crazy guy multi-task!
Just kidding, of course, three rounds is do-able. Admiral's PM idea should make it smooth enough to be painless.
Posted on 2006-11-16 at 08:41:04.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Brom as Ian?
That would almost be appropriate, wouldn't it? Dare I say darn near perfect?
I understand the "lack of time," of course, but, if you decide you'd like to give it a shot, Brom, just let me know.
Posted on 2006-11-15 at 09:26:42.
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: The
...I was hoping to get a few members of the BTF "terrorist cell" to do some posts. There will definitely be some posts from Ian's perspective and I was also hoping to get another couple of BTF operatives in the mix, so to speak.
Also, if there's anyone out there who wants to "take a whack" at playing Mac's errant brother, there's room for discussion there...
Posted on 2006-11-15 at 08:15:07.
Edited on 2006-11-15 at 08:17:07 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Bless ye, lad!
Hooray for a bump forward!
Now, on to another order of business... anyone interested in posting for "the other side"? I'll be throwing up a post or seven from Ian's perspective in the coming days and, of course, we'll need some others on the BTF side of the house and I'd really rather not NPC the entire cell - cuz I'm lazy! Anyhoo, if nothing else, it's a chance for someone (or several someones) to put on a new character for a while... Lemme know if you're interested.
Posted on 2006-11-15 at 07:39:29.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: It is???
Ummm... well... *hides stuff he's been scribbling*... pay no attention to that geek behind the curtain. 
Posted on 2006-11-13 at 16:47:44.
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Topic: Art of Yanamari
Subject: Incredible as always...
...I looove that you included that "as I go" series for the gnoll seer, too.
As I said before, it's great to have you back. Looking forward to more, as always.
Posted on 2006-11-13 at 16:45:46.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Missiles away and a strategy in the works?
The hint of a satisfied smile tugged at the corners of Jal’s mouth as one ankheg fell to the fan of sickening colors he had unleashed but he wasn’t fool enough to think that this battle was near over. Even as the big bug toppled into unconsciousness it was replaced on the field by a fourth ankheg that had finally managed to burrow up through the earth and, perhaps worse, two more of the mantis-folk had appeared, one of whom appeared to be a mage.
They’re like enormous grasshoppers, Wynter observed as Jal watched the thri-kreen leap skyward and reposition themselves, and they move so quickly!
“Yes, my love,” Jal muttered, his fingers dipping into the pouch, once again, to fish out the necessary component for his next spell, even as he tried to anticipate which formula he would call upon after, “something may need to be done about that…”
“Char! Spellcasters,” he heard the Knight cry out, “Focus your efforts on the thri-kreen!”
Arien and Talas, he noticed, were continuing their attacks against the ankheg while Char and Dapple were still engaged with the mantis folk nearest to them. Kilgrim looked to have taken a burst of acid from one of the giant insects but seemed as if he would manage despite the damage and Valentine was already charging the bug with the mage-staff… as the spellbinder’s gaze swept around the battle, Wynter alerted him to one of the thri-kreen who had landed closer to him, thus selecting his target… Behind you, my spellbinder.
Jal spun around, an ancient, guttural chant whispering passed his lips, and stretched his fingers towards the nearest mantis. As the last syllable was uttered a volley of magical projectiles burst from his fingertips and streaked towards the bug. Even as he hoped that the magic missiles would serve their purpose, though, the urchin-mage had already begun preparing his next spell… if this thri-kreen leapt again, it might take it a while to land.
((OOC: Okay… magic missile against the nearest thri-kreen and, if possible (next round, I’m guessing), if the thing tries to jump, let’s see what happens if we hit the cock-a-roach with feather fall – floating target, perhaps?))
Posted on 2006-11-13 at 11:13:05.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: (S)marty
^ giggles hysterically when someone says package
< Having a nicotine-caffeine-sugar fit (name that tune)
V Dresses their pets up in formal wear and watches Broadway musicals on Beta Max
Posted on 2006-11-11 at 07:18:16.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: *nods*
Yes you do, Al... Give her a hug from us post junkies too.
Posted on 2006-11-09 at 16:14:50.
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Topic: DnD stereotypes
Subject: Stereotypes? I gotta transistor radio!
Hmmm... anything here that applies?
1. lots of mountain dew?
Nope... Coffee or iced tea usually works for me...
2. loads of funyuns?
Nope... Don't really do munchies too much...
3. black light?
Whoa...gnarly... nope again, though. I do have a blacklight stashed in the garage somewhere, though.
4. something to get high with?
What, you mean other than the buzz I get from being someone/something else? Nope.
5. we're all still virgins?
And another nope... Like Olan, I've got two kids and a beautiful wife... other gamers I know... mmmm... probably some.
6. Computer geek?
Okay, maybe a little... I'll concede that one...
And how about the "dorky, pastey, pimple-popper syndrome" for #7?
Me... dorky = probably some, depends on who you ask.
pastey = ha! NEVER!
pimple popper = Well, this one time, at band camp....
Posted on 2006-11-09 at 16:00:06.
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The Morphing Game
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