I've taken to simply deleting the links in their profiles when I ban them, these days.

I want some fireball!!!

Posts coming to all that are owed tomorrow, folks... I promise!

...it's due to the web site links in their profile (and the fact that they are ALL coming from Hanoi) that singles them out. They join, fill out a profile, and don't post anything. The content of the web sites they list, too, is, shall we say, questionable... Basically spammers with no actual interest in what we do here, just looking for clicks on their web pages (which could possibly lead to viruses or worse).

Sorry folks... between work opening the floodgates on me and feeling like general trash for the past couple of days, I haven't gotten anything done, here. I'm finally feeling better, today, though, and work is being suspiciously quiet, so I'm hoping I'll get to play catch up with the Inn, now.

I like it! Well done!

What is your age? Somewhere in the neighborhood of 500
What is your gender? Male
Where you are from? Originally - South Dakota
What is your relationship status? Very married
Do you have children? 2 - both grown
What sort of work do you do? I run a help desk and am a Subject Matter Expert for a govt contractor
What is your dream job? King Eol  *facelick*
What hobbies do you have outside of gaming? I draw, I write, I make witches brooms and other random things (lightsabers, Halloween props, etc), carpentry, video games... I know there's more but my mind is addled.

...is one if the better pilots in Starfleet and loves his little sister. She might surprise you.

Hoooo boy! I get the sensation that Ammpe might be recycled very shortly... no mission number + no equipment issue without one + clone anger = just start shooting!

Hoping to have posts for everything I owe by tomorrow at latest.

Yup, yup... Just shut off work and am going to jump into composing posts that I owe in just a bit (though I might whip up a cup of coffee with a splash of rum, first, just to wash the taste of "required training" out of my eyeballs).

Duncan - Feel free to kick off Tochi and Eric's "reunion" whenever you like (did you want to collab it or go back and forth on the boards)? Also, for reference, I imagine Tochi will be inviting Asovil along to meet Eric and such (already discussed this with Brom), so there may be an added element of "what the heck happened when I was getting my erector-set arm fixed" for Thorson to play with.

There's a button in the editor that looks like a smiley face (even says "smileys" when you hover over it)... all the emojis are there for you to use.

I think it would do us some good to talk to the woodsman and/or his family for a moment or two, at least... See if they can give us an idea of which direction the "home invaders" came from, anything odd that may have preceeded the arrival of the zombies, etc. Based on their answers, if any, we can then decide whether we proceed west or if we instead divert our course based on "new evidence."

Hoping to get something of a post tacked up at some point today but, currently, am mired down by an annual onslaught of "required training" that I need to get finished.

...just wanna see it pan-seared with a nice mushroom gravy and some roasted potatoes on the side.

The site does go down from time to time and, in most instances, comes back up pretty quickly. On occassion, though, the downtime can last a while (especially if Olan is busy with RL or otherwise unavailable to fix the issue)... even then, it's usually nothing to worry about overmuch. From all the posts I've seen about it, though, it sounds like yesterday was a cascade of crashes, eh?

Great round of posts, everyone! Should be an interesting troupe of characters to get to know.

As to when to post next, Dragon-soul - if you've got something to add (interaction with another player, expanding on what you've already posted, etc) you're probably okay to post up again, whenever you like. If, on the other hand, you're waiting to see what happens with the guards before continuing on with your characters thoughts/actions, you just need to wait for Giddy to post his next update and see where it goes from there.

Yeah... LotR is a hard read for sure. Read it for the first time in fourth grade. Didn't really "get it" until middle school. 

Loved that post, Bree! The taunting was perfect!

Got a bit to do here at home but I'm hoping to get posts for where they're due started, if not finished, later this evening... I may need a coffee or three.

Been a busy day for me, again. Haven't managed the posts I would have liked... Gotta go make dinner shortly, too, but I'll try and get back to your regularly scheduled Eol ASAP.

...I tried to read Eragon, once, just couldn't get into it for some reason.

Planning on a post for Tochi but haven't gotten to it, yet. I can certainly backpost anything in regards to the meeting, though, so don't feel like you need to wait for me.

...I could jump in on an LotR freeform (not so sure about Inheritance Cycle). Unfortunately, I'm at my max load where games are concerned, at the moment. I wish you luck in finding folks to join, though.

I'll be waiting!

One post for a man named Thren... or something like that.

How it was that a man might have found himself in a town such as Maeldon – aside from having been born there, of course – was a secret that Thren al’Rilin would never confess… at least not in the full truth of such a thing. The reasons for which a man might linger in a town such as Mealdon when good business might see him elsewhere, too, where as much a mystery as the man having found himself here to begin with… and another truth that Thren al’Rilin would refuse to share lest the secret were wrested from him in a duel of appropriate circumstance. No, the only truth to be had from the Ebou Dari’s presence in this remote northern town (or city, or village, or whatever such a place might be called by its denizens) was, regardless of reason or requirement, that a man was in Maeldon and a man was in need of a room in which he might rest his road-weary bones before moving on in the morning. It was only the turning of the Wheel and the twist of fate which, for the same reasons as a man might have for being in a town (or city, or village, or whatever such a place might be called by its denizens), that intertwined a man’s own fate with the fate of others as only the turning of a Wheel might hope to do. Indeed, following the conclusion of a man’s business in Maeldon, a man had found himself in need of a place to pass the coming night and, should any other have asked, that was the only reason for a man to tarry in a town such as this… at least, until a man was drawn, whether by chance or condition, to an inn that those others, too, were drawn.

Outside the doors of The Gleeman’s Abode, a man arrived with five others – all of differing sex and vocation, it seemed, at first – and, had a man known that The Gleeman’s Abode came with such high recommendation, he might have taken the time to seek out another. As it stood, though, whether by fate or fortune, a man found himself standing outside the door of this particular inn, on this particular night, with these particular strangers, bearing witness to this particular event…

"Noooo! You cannot take her, please! No! Please!"

…a man’s head turned from the doorway through which he had planned to step in search of a room for the night and regarded, instead, the scene of a pair of armored guardsmen bearing the weight of an unconscious girl between them and, in their wake, the hysterical form of a girl’s mother…

"Not my Millae, please no! She hasn't done anything! You know her, Jandran! She would never! Please! She is all I have, please!" the woman wailed, pulling with all her might but to no effect on the guardsman Jandran's arm. 

"Mistress Velalin," the other guard announced, not breaking stride but looking past his companion to the weeping and struggling woman. "By the order of Lord Lanara, we must take Millae into custody. Your struggling does her, nor yourself any favors. Now step back!"

"I won't let you take her!" Mistress Velalin screeched, releasing Jandran's arm and raising the dough roller above her head as though it were a club. "I WILL NO-"

That was as far as she got, however, as the unnamed guardsman dropped Millae's arm and stepped around his companion to backhand the old woman across the face, dropping her to the dirty street below. Just as quickly, Jandran laid Millae to the ground to seize his companion’s upraised hand. 

…In Ebou Dar, a man thought watching the scene unfold, those women could kill those men and a second thought would never be given to the matter. Stroking the oiled points of his moustaches with a sigh and, then, letting those same fingers stray to toy with the gold hoop adorning the lobe of an ear beneath the luxuriant curls of his hair, a man grimaced at the cultural differences between the north and south, then sighed even heavier as the realization came that, at this point in the Wheel’s turning, such things mattered little but to the few…

Even as the thought crossed a man’s mind, another in the knot of circumstantial patrons to the Gleeman’s Abode had decided to act upon the musings that ran through a man’s thoughts.

Brows furrowed and a snarl upon his grizzled features, one of the coincidental quintet peels from the back of the group lined up outside the inn and, a hand resting on the hilt of a well-used longsword, strides toward the woman.

"Where I come from, you don't strike an old woman, coward!" The weathered man challenges, thinking twice, it would seem, and letting hand fall from hilt only to ball into a fist.

…Neither of the women wore an obvious marriage knife, a man noticed, but, regardless of this, and regardless of the distance between this town (or city, or village, or whatever such a place might be called by its denizens), a man could not let another man defend the honor of two women alone. Thus, as the woodsman approached the guardsmen from the fore, the curly-haired Ebou Dari, tossed his cloak back from one shoulder and, head down but hand moving to rest upon the exquisitely worked basket hilt of the rapier hanging at his hip, slipped from the tiny crowd to circle around behind the back of those guards and their incapacitated captive.

“And where I come from,” a man said, fingers drumming absently on the leather twined hilt of his blade, as a wry smile curls the tips of his mustaches upward, “neither does a man drag an unconscious woman toward a destination she wishes not to go.”

Dragon_soul... as far as your sheet goes, you're probably going to want to pay the most attention to the tab labeled "Weaves" since you're playing a wilder... Those are the spells you have learned. Beyond that, play to what you think your character would do, how she would react in a given situation, etc, and don't worry too much about the stats and such... As Brom said, Giddy will worry about any dice rolls that need to be made.

Don't let the "complexity" get you frustrated and, if it does, don't be afraid to reach out and ask a question or two. I'm sure that any and all of us would be more than happy to help you out.

Work ran away with me, this afternoon... Shutting it down, now, grabbing some sustenanace, then looking into putting a post together.