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Topic: This was freeform
Subject: well
I was going to jump in and take the character you had introduced, but I was too slow and you posted again. So I decided to introduce a character of mine from a book I never wrote Lleu Llau Cathedral (pronounced Clue Claw).
Posted on 2009-02-09 at 19:16:02.
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Topic: Shucks
Subject: liven things up
We could use some new stuff to get people active again. I miss the days of the hottub.
Posted on 2009-02-09 at 16:48:54.
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Topic: This was hell
Subject: I'll be your huckleberry
Pain.
There was pain. Nothing but pain.
It was driving deep within the very core of his being, excruciating pain that would make any man beg for death. But in this he found solace for pain meant something to him – something he could hold on to like a drowning victim in the ocean.
I’m alive
He opened his eyes but could not see. His eyes did not focus immediately, leaving him in a world of blurry images. He tried to move but his legs didn’t respond at first. He was covered in a sticky substance - blood? Is it mine?
The streets of the city were drenched in blood. It poured off balconies and bubbled up from the sewers below. It ebbed against the garbage and clung to the bodies that lay strewn across the cobblestones. He was lying in the street, half propped up against a decayed wall. His short cropped blond hair was matted with the blood, and his naked body seemed too thin to his focusing eyes. There were tattoos on his arms, vibrant green and red tattoos of long tailed serpents. Don’t let the serpents touch popped into his mind like a warning, but he knew not from where.
“Where?” He spoke the word out loud but it only came as a whisper. He didn’t know where or when or even who. He tried to remember back, grasping at anything. A fleeting image of a coffee shop at university – Diablo’s it was called. John was introducing him to Natasha. It was so long ago, why did he remember that?
Natasha this is my good friend Cathedral. Cat this is …
Cathedral. They called me Cathedral. It is not my name, but it is who I am.
Movement caught in the corner of his eye brought him back to the reality he occupied. His eyes were adjusted now and there was a man stumbling down the street near him. It was only then that Cathedral became aware of the bodies in the street and around him. So many dead… Was there a war?
Cathedral watched the man, unsure if he was an enemy or a possible ally in this world of madness. The stranger made his way up to the porch of an old four story building, its door hung loose on one hinge. When he tried to enter, the entrance snapped shut. Lacking the strength to try to open it the man just sunk down like an old rag.
“Hey!” Cathedral called out but the wind snatched his words away. He swallowed and wished he had a drink. “Hey!” he called again, louder this time while rising to his feet.
Posted on 2009-02-08 at 21:34:17.
Edited on 2009-02-08 at 21:35:09 by Alacrity
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Topic: This was freeform
Subject: Very Intrigued
I am very intrigued by this and it might serve well as a writing exercise for me.
Posted on 2009-02-08 at 21:08:13.
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Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga
Subject: I'm a doctor dammit, not a MACO
Guardian – Officer’s Mess - 06:00 hours
Doctor Alan Benjamin Pierce had been awake for awhile now. The phantom pain the occasionally came to his artificial legs had been particulars bad last night, even though he knew it didn’t exist. Just a phantom of the mind playing tricks upon you, he would have told a patient, nothing to worry about, it will fade in time. It only came to him at nights now, and usually when he was on edge, but it didn’t change it from happening. He gave up on sleep, showered and dressed and headed from his quarters to the mess hall.
He entered the room and saw that he was alone for the moment. Too early for shift change, he thought to himself. as he moved to the food replicator. “Computer. Fruit cup, not melons, plain yogurt in a bowl and a Raktajino, hot, double double.”
The computer chirped once, “Please rephrase specifications.” Came the feminine voice, “Not familiar with “Double Double”
“Two STU’s of cream, two STU’s of sugar.”
The computer hummed a bit and produced his breakfast. He picked up tray and took it over to the small table nearest to him. He ate quickly, eager to arrive early in sickbay for his shift. Today, Lt. Tora Delnik was going to do a near death stasis application and its revival in simulation and She had asked Alan to assist. He was eager to be part of the procedure, and to show his skills to his superior officer.
Guardian – Sickbay - 06:30 hours
Alan entered the sickbay and looked around. He was surprised to see that the operating theatre was not set up for the simulation. He immediately moved over across the room and approached Doctor Delnik. “Doctor. Were we going to…”
“Change in plans Ensign Pierce. We are in orbit of Inorlia. It doesn’t look hospitable at all, but the Captain thinks there might be something. So, he is sending two shuttles down to the surface so you will be going as medical officer.”
“I’m to be the medic?” Alan asked incredulously.
“Is that a problem Ensign?” The Lieutenant asked.
Alan recognized the danger tone, “No Sir. Caught me by surprise, that’s all. I will get a medical kit and report to the shuttle craft hanger.” He replied smoothly. It Is jut a complete waste of someone of my skills and proficiencies to be on a military away team, but who am I to question orders from my intellectual inferiors.
Guardian - Shuttle Bay - 06:35 hours
“Inorlia is a hotbox. It doesn’t look hospitable at all, but the Captain thinks there might be something hiding at the poles. So, we’re going in. Away Team A will consist of Lt. Kavk, Ensign Goodhart, Ensign Malton, Ensign Pierce, Ensign Shral, and Ensign Tarwin will be manning the shuttle. Away Team B will consist of me leading, and the rest of you. We’ll take the South Pole; Away Team A will take the north. Any questions?” Lt Cmdr Solina asked?
Are we talking something as a Jem’Hader patrol or something as a few Klingon battle cruisers. For one I would pack more stimulants and pain relievers. The other I might as well pack barbeque sauce because we are all cooked. Alan thought to himself but kept his tongue in check. He learned long ago that Starfleet military didn’t like being reminded that they didn’t have the smarts to run the missions. Best to stay quiet and try to be helpful as things fell apart later. He even quietly accepted the phaser issued to him. Hard to remain true to “do no harm” with a deadly weapon in your hand, but he strapped it on none the less. He looked around at the faces of the men around and wondered if they would be all coming back this time around.
Posted on 2009-02-08 at 20:59:17.
Edited on 2009-02-08 at 21:00:16 by Alacrity
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Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga Q&A
Subject: ok
As long as I can say "I'm a doctor Dammit! Not a ...."
Posted on 2009-02-06 at 22:40:47.
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Topic: Shucks
Subject: games
I tried starting another game but all my players except one vanished before the first combat.
Maybe I will do an open call again but I am beginning to think that the 2e players are beginning to become like the dinosaurs - fun to look at because they're really old. I may have to learn 4e rules just to gain an audience.
Posted on 2009-02-06 at 21:37:03.
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Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga Q&A
Subject: two questions
I would assume that I have a medical tricorder, not the standard. Or am I carrying both.
My knowledge of Medical profession is foggy here. As someone who completed medical school and is on the equivalent of a medical residency in space, am I called Doctor?
Posted on 2009-02-06 at 21:32:24.
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Topic: Shucks
Subject: unfortunately
My wife is on the missing list for both my games. Hard to find time with a hyperactive hyperhappy hyperchild. When you do you asleep in two minutes.
Posted on 2009-02-06 at 19:49:24.
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Topic: Shucks
Subject: Eol
Eol (Robert) is scheduled for surgery in Early Feb and will be out for a bit. He was hoping to be back by mid feb, but I would think late Feb, early March would be more likely.
Posted on 2009-02-06 at 15:15:21.
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Topic: Shucks
Subject: Quick, RDI should apply for a bailout
I'm waiting on players in my games and I know they are out there somewhere.
Posted on 2009-02-06 at 02:26:25.
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Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga Q&A
Subject: not the only one
I just get broken links. I backtracked to find the roster page but I can't edit without logging in, but there is no log in option.
Anyway - No a huge issue. When the game starts it starts
Posted on 2009-02-06 at 02:21:42.
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Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga Q&A
Subject: thanks
I saw that page but since most of the links were broken or not there i thought you had a different set up. Just curious as to what my completed character looked liked.
Posted on 2009-02-05 at 17:36:10.
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Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga Q&A
Subject: Alacrity as Medical
I'm playing Doctor Alan Pierce, Human medial officer.
Posted on 2009-02-04 at 12:24:59.
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Topic: Star Trek: The Guardian Saga Q&A
Subject: superwhat?
I don't even know who was playing.
Can you post a link to all this stuff yet?
Posted on 2009-02-02 at 22:17:06.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: nice summary
"they’d pissed off an Alliance bigwig, gotten in bed with a treasure hunter, and discovered that someone was hunting Willow"
Nice summary of the game there.
Posted on 2009-02-02 at 15:38:07.
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Topic: New to RDI Can't Wait to Play!
Subject: Intervention
You know what we need? Some sort of virtual on-line intervention for these 4th edition players. Something to stop the brainwashing and get them over to the 2.0 world.
Welcome to the Inn Tiamat.
Posted on 2009-01-28 at 20:11:57.
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Topic: Iceland Government Fails
Subject: <><><>
No but sometimes I feel like I am in a badly scripted Stanley Kubrick film.
Singing in the rain.....
Posted on 2009-01-27 at 19:39:29.
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Topic: Iceland Government Fails
Subject: all over
You may be seeing the same headlines for Canada tomorrow. There is a confidence vote on the budget that could bring down the current gov't and have us lead by a coalition of opposition parties that includes a party whose manifest reason for existing is to break up Canada.
Good times....
Posted on 2009-01-27 at 16:00:34.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: well
You don't actually flap your arms to fly with the spell. Yo uwould have stood there moving your hands arm like you were casting a spell. You would have leap into the air in a superman pose and held that for awhile. Then you would have screamed girlishly as you thought you were being electrocuted. Falling to the ground, you would have laid in the dirt for awhile before realizing something was wrong and you were lying in a cornfield.
So no, you didn't embarass yourself by flapping your arms.
Posted on 2009-01-26 at 18:13:09.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: mana
In answer to Admiral's question - no mana has been lost. You never really cast the spells - you thought you did.
Posted on 2009-01-26 at 17:55:25.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: YeOlde
On another note - it seems that we lost YeOlde. Not sure if I should just drop the storyline that was developing his character or see if someone wants to take over the role.
Posted on 2009-01-26 at 17:30:22.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: meeting
Don't feel that since I posted the "conversation" of the meeting, that you can't add to it. React as you see fit and I will adjust the story.
Note about where I stopped - it is about the point when Willow will make her entrance. So don't go to far ahead.
Posted on 2009-01-26 at 13:39:20.
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Topic: Pharaoh Q&A
Subject: fizzled
Diappointedly, I would have to say this game died in its infancy. No one is posting and we lost at least two characters. Shame because it is a good module.
Posted on 2009-01-26 at 04:07:08.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: town hall meeting
Bailey Sacket’s, Regina, Frisco – 8:00 – 8:30 am
“However as for getting off this rock I got a job with the crew of that Firefly class transport sitting on the space pad as they happen to be old friends, so it looks like I will be going off world soon.” Fenris replied to his old boss.
“Well good for you!” Bailey said sincerely, “I knew you’d find your way someday and I never expect to keep the good ones long. You feel free to poke around and take what you need. I owe you enough in unpaid wages that We’ll call it square. But if your fixing the mule, take a look out back. I hauled that mule your friend blew up from the outskirts last night. It’s badly off but some of the parts are golden. The fancy turbo boost was built away from the main thrusters and gravboot, so there is some parts intact.”
Bailey took Fenris outback and showed him the wreck. The front half was peeled like a banana but the back where the drive sat was only battered in the fall.
(assuming some conversation here)
“Well I got to run Wolf. JW is holding a town meeting today and he wants me there for some reason. Like I said, help yourself – you know the place better than me. There some home brewed ale in the back, done drink me dry but have a couple – good stuff.”
Ormond and Lovett’s Store, Regina, Frisco –8:40 am
The transactions at the shops go smoothly once they realize who you are and what you are looking for. Ormond and Lovett have a room in the back where they keep all the candy and they do have nice candy - from the basic ballistic vest to a Newtech “Mithril” suit that was supposed the newest thing in body armour – if one had the thousands of credits to spend. They usually charge a higher rate than you’d fine in the central planets but for you, they give you a discount for all the stuff you’ve done in the day you’ve been here. Wyatt is at least pleased to see that neither one of them is calling him sheriff.
(out of the book pricing – let me know what you want and I’ll tally the cost.)
While you are talking and making your purchases, two Chinese men enter the shop, dressed in the black robes of the Tong. They head directly for Wyatt, stopping before him and bowing in a polite manner. Then one of them hand the Captain a paper note.
(Assuming Wyatt read the note)
In a flowing, elegant hand, the note reads:
My dearest Captain,
My time with Grandfather has passed exceedingly well, and I am taking a small refreshment before joining you at the town hall. Look for me to arrive in an hour’s time, and worry not, I shall not be left to walk the small distance alone. I hope your shopping expedition was equally pleasurable, and that you have found a suitable replacement for your poor, battered hat.
With warmest thoughts,
Willow
Wyatt and Asher finish their transactions and head over to the Doctor’s place so Asher can pick up his stuff. The doctor isn’t about but the door is not locked and Asher finds his stuff exactly where he left them. The doctor isn’t around or he is not up yet, either way there is nowhere to go but the town hall for the meeting.
Blake’s Town hall, above the bank, Regina, Frisco – 9:00 am
When Wyatt, Sam and Asher arrived at the town hall, Bailey and JW were outside the stairwell that leads up to the meeting. JW smiles and nods to you as you approach, “Glad to see you could make it boys. Means a lot to me. Where is that lovely lady that you were with last night? Miss Willow if I reckon correctly?”
(assuming conversation – she’ll be coming around the mountain when she comes)
“Well let’s go up then and I’ll let you know who’s who then.” JW says slyly and heads up the stairs with Bailey behind him. Once inside you see a large hall with a number of people inside. There are a number of chairs set up in a rough circle towards the centre of the room. Coffee is set up in a metal urn on a side table, with some pastries and assorted sandwiches.
Looking around you see a few people you have met already. The banker John Blake and his wife Cora are huddle together talking. Jimmy Blake, the young man who had taken an interest in Willow last night was also there, dressed up in a fine suit and looking important. The reporter man who Wyatt scared away was digging into the sandwiches with a gusto – Charles Caesar was his name. The Miner Union man, Chad Sloat was seated in the circle as if impatient for things to start. Surprisingly, the bartender from last light, who got your cash but wouldn’t serve anything but liquor, was here. He is the only oriental person present which makes you wonder if he represents the Tong. Of course, there was Brigit, who detached herself quickly from talking to Chad and headed quickly over to JW side, but she veers of course, coming towards the Captain.
“My dear Captain. In all the excitement and kerfuffle of yesterday, I never had the chance to thank you properly for saving my life. I hope you’ll accept my apologies for being rude. Sam, it is good to see that the doctor has you up and around, I was deathly scared for you. How are you feeling? And Asher, thank you for that fine pistolwork. What with three straight and upright men nearby, a gal can’t help but feel safer.” She puts her arm congenially on Wyatt’s arm and gently leads him into the room. “Now who don’t you know yet?” Have you met Charles? Charles here is the owner, operator and writer for the Frisco Sun.”
The newspaperman (pic: Jeffrey Jones – Deadwood) looks up from his sandwich and his face blanches. “Uh-hum, yes. That’s The Frisco Star Miss Brigit and we have met. Captain, I apologize if I left you with a bad impression. As a news hound, once I get my teeth into a story.”
“Yes, Charles is quite the tenacious one. Would any of you boys like some coffee? Sandwiches if Charles cares to leave you some? Now over here is CC Fiddler.” Brigit walks you over to a dark hair man, clean shaven and well dressed (Pic: Bruce Campbell – Brisco County). “CC here owes the Hotel Southern.” She says as if that should mean something to you, “CC, this here is Captain Wyatt Sung who saved the bank yesterday from those awful men.”
“Well pleased to meet you Captain, It is an honour, I say, an honour to shake your hand. Have you visited…”
“Don’t be talking business now CC, the Captain is a busy man.” Brigit purrs and moves Wyatt to another man whose manner of dress screams store keeper. “This is Alfonzo Sherman, but we all call him Sherm. Sherm, this here is Captain Wyatt.” The merchant greets you cordially but doesn’t say much beyond a pleased to meet you.
‘And over here is Dennis Chow.(pic: Donald Li – Big Trouble in Little China) Dennis is a bartender at the Lawrence but he is here representing,’ She drops her voice to a whisper, “the Tong”. And then she laughs as if caught saying something naughty.
“Miss Brigit. I no…”
“So!” Brigit says loudly enough for everyone to hear her, “Shall we get this meeting started then?”
JW cleared his throat loudly, “Yep. We all know why we’re here. Things ain’t been good in town lately Between the Consortium trying to close down the mine and these low life critters hanging around, you are all worrying about what’s coming next. Now there was an incident yesterday where a few of the local colour tried to help themselves to the money in the bank. Now that was broken up by Captain Wyatt here and his crew and I sure we are all appreciative of what they did for us.” There was a murmur around the room. “But the captain here ain’t no sheriff and he doesn’t want the job. He’s got a boat and his own people to take care of and he don’t need to be taking on a whole city of issues as well. So stop asking, cause it ain’t happening.”
Brigit spoke up, “But I think JW honey, that yesterday did show that we needed something. Getting to be a woman isn’t safe in her own town.”
John Blake opens his mouth to speak but Cora speaks up first, “Well, we pay taxes just like those on the central planets so it’s about time we got some representation. There are three alliance warships in atom – let’s ask them to send a patrol to …you know patrol the streets.”
JW shook his head, “We had a patrol yesterday remember. They were more interested in the ..eh…bodies than the incident. Asking for Alliance help is like asking for a fox to guard the chicken coop.”
“War’s over JW. Let it go” Cora says dismissively.
“What about finding a sheriff?” CC speaks up.
“How are we gonna afford a sheriff?” Sherm fires back. We’re struggling as it is. I like Mrs Blake’s idea. Get the Alliance in – got to be better than this.”
“If we had a proper Guild Representative, elected by the miners, we could have the backing of the guild to finance a sheriff.” Chad added as CC and Sherm glared at each other.
‘Gentlemen!” Charles stands up and raises his hands dramatically. May I remind you that the Corone mining Corporation and the Alliance are close buddies in their affairs? After all, the ships in orbit are there to prevent the mine from operating. Could you trust a patrol from such a source?”
“Excuse me!” Jimmy calls out and everyone sort turns as if surprised he spoke up, “I have heard that there is a deputy in a junkyard town of Newhouse, Beylix. Name is Pearson and he cleaned up the place so well that he’s looking for a new challenge. If you were to seek him out”
”How you know this?” Dennis Chow looks over at Jimmy incredulously.
“I have my sources.” Jimmy replied looking like it was beneath his to answer.
“Sources? You no have sources! You do nothing but chase skirt and spend parent money. You no sources – you Meh lien dub jyah jee
“Dennis! There are ladies present.” Brigit says looking shocked.
“How dare you speak to my Jimmy” Cora starts to move towards Dennis.
“Well! If I had criminal ties, I’d be afraid of a sheriff too.’ Jimmy shot back.
“Juh shi suh mo go dohng shee? I no Tong. JW invite me here. Ask my opinion. You Shia suo. I want sheriff in town. Keep peace good for business.”
“Hold now people,” JW stood up.
“ Shia Sho! Jimmy stands up angrily, “Nee you wuo kai cheng!
Dennis jumps out of his chair so fast that it flies backwards. He leaps at Jimmy and the two go down on the floor, grappling at each other and trying to throw punches.
Posted on 2009-01-26 at 04:05:02.
Edited on 2009-01-26 at 04:05:54 by Alacrity
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