You are here: Home --> Forum Home --> Recent posts by Alacrity
Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Vin Diesel???
There is plenty that Wolf could be doing. The wound will take a short time to be cleansed and healed. During that time time you will be in the OR with Sam attached to the knitter and Morgan on the medcomp. You could chat with the doc, or ask questions that Wolf would ask (what does this do? this? A laser saw? Can it ...aagh! I just cut off my leg doc!).
If you'd like to bypass the wound scene, then there is the mule that needs fixing. As well, you are the only member of the crew that is not "attached" to Rocinante yet by Alliance records so you could mosey into town and see what's going on. You could ask your captain what he'd like you to do.
You are also a hacker type and the Doctor has a fully operational cortex terminal (think computer with universe wide internet) with a wide screen. Might be able to help the captain dig up some dirt on selected people, places, things, etc. Easedrop on the alliance frequencies, scramble some codes to confuse the blockade ships, flood the wave transmitters with cortex porn, play Grand Theft Transport XXVII-Capital City etc etc etc.
Lazy is not listed on your sheet as a complication. You are supposedly overconfident, hate alliance officers and branded as a jailbird - no lazy there. 
Posted on 2008-08-28 at 13:48:56.
|
Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: well
Graphic novel ... in my dreams!
BTW- I never thought that Sam would go into the bank. I thought you'd stop Brigit from going in and wait to see what was going to happen.
Posted on 2008-08-27 at 17:38:09.
|
Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: scenes
The gunfight was a classic scene for me. Every moment was so well played.
Asher chasing after the people and the brass band, with weapons in hand and trying to convince the crowd to keep the party going.
Wolf running over the band. That would have been such a funny scene of film.
Wyatt nailing Ernest Ludlow between the eyes.
Good Times...Good Times....
BTW - Great Post Blammm.
Posted on 2008-08-27 at 17:16:31.
Edited on 2008-08-27 at 17:17:35 by Alacrity
|
Topic: Looking for Interest in New Online RPG
Subject: hang it all
At this point I think I will suspend these concepts until a another time. I want to get back into my writing and I am spending a lot of time on games right now. So I am streamlining my virtual life right now, starting with stopping Chess and Risk.
I may start a game in the near future as a writing exercising, if I find I have time. It would involve four players playing high level characters (Fighter/Mage/Healer/Rogue). Each one is a hero in their own world but at the start of the campaign they find themselves in another world, completely naked and with no clue as to how or why.
So sorry to be a tease, but I'm bad that way.
Posted on 2008-08-27 at 14:07:38.
|
Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: aim
BTW - If Wyatt, Willow and Asher are aiming to misbehave - best let me in on it so I know what to expect.
Posted on 2008-08-26 at 16:19:45.
|
Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Nice work Robert!
Sounds like a big project but I like what you have done so far.
Great posts so far in the game. Waiting on Tann, Blammm, and Vanadia to post so I can move forward - hopefully by this weekend.
Posted on 2008-08-26 at 14:37:13.
|
Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Silver Screen and the doctors return
Lt. Ling adjusted the strap on her helmet and swore bitterly at no one in particular. She looked again at her wrist chronograph and continued with the swearing. In three hours, 45 minutes, she was supposed to be meeting Lt. O’Leary in the level 4 a supply closet where, she hoped feverously that he would be taking her in a manly fashion. She only had to get through one more hour of standby duty and she’d be off but no – the scramble alarm had to sound and her squad had to be first on the list. It was like the verse was trying to keep her frustrated and out of sorts. All she could hope for was that whatever this mission was on the dustbowl below; it could be done quick and neat. She touched the screen on the control panel and entered her clearance code. The image of her superior officer, Captain Jin, came up immediately. “Sir! Orders?” She asked crisply.
“We detected an explosion on the surface with elements that are similar to the contraband materials.” The captain drawled in a bored monotone. “Go down to the surface and check it out.”
“Define ‘check it out’ sir.” Ling knew better than to accept a vague order without asking for clarification.
“Investigate explosion. Determine if there is Comet Ice present, if so, make arrests, detain prisoners and bring them back here. If it is a local matter, then disengage and return.”
“Yes sir.” Ling replied with a strong feeling that this was going to be a local matter if she had anything to do with it.
“These are civilians Ling. I don’t want another Shang Tao.”
“Shang Tao wasn’t my watch, Captain.” Ling replied tersely
“Either way, keep the men in check.”
“Yes Sir. Ling out, Sir.”
The sooner she was off the planet and having her clothing ripped in a closet, the better. She looked over her team and nodded; they were a good group and she could trust them. She leaned over to the pilot, “Hey McBroom! We safe for dust down?”
“We are,” the pilot laughed heartily, “But the locals might be pissed at us for blowing their straw and stick houses down.”
“Fine. Well do a grav-belt drop then”
“Not a problem. I’ll just hang around.”
Ling left the cockpit area and entered the cargo bay where her team sat ready. Sarge Card was her second and a good man, Corporal Suddeth was also a fine soldier and a cool head under fire. Corp. Kremers and Beyer were good men in a fight and took orders well. Private Fitzhugh was new to the group and already proving to be a bit of a loose cannon. She’d tie him down soon enough though.
“Listen up!” she shouted out so they could all hear, “This is a simple drop and flop. Stunners and sidearms only. No, I repeat no autos or grenades. You got that Beyer?” The beefy private merely nodded and looked disappointed. She continued, “Corporal Suddeth – you are driving the skiff. Beyer, Card, Kremers, and Fitzhugh – get your grav- belts.”
“Coming up on the Mark” McBroom called out and the light for the back door lit up. The men took their positions quickly as the back boor of the ship opened up. Suddeth immediately shot out in the AK17 skiff, flying in a wide arc to recon the area. As soon as he was clear the team ran out the open door and leapt out the patrol ship.
The first to land was Beyer, then the others followed suit. Five soldiers dropping to the ground out of nowhere was intimidating to most folks, and the whine of the charging sonic rifles only added to the effect. Then Suddeth flew a close pass over, the 50 cal on the swivel rotating back and forth as if looking for someone to mow down.
Ling looked around. There were some peasants; most of them were leaving as they usually did once authorities came. Everyone has something to hide. she thought cynically. There were dead people, some in the streets and property damage. She read the sign declaring this a bank and started to feel hopeful, but she’d be in worse trouble if she wasn’t sure. She keyed her comm. inside her helmet, “Okay. Do a perimeter search, two by two, two buildings out in all directions. Card with Fitzhugh and Kremers with Beyer – double time now.”
“You got a date or something, Looie?” Suddeth quipped back.
‘No. I hate peasants. Like to be gone before I find a reason to mow them all down” She turned off her comm. and shouted to the people, “Who’s in charge here.”
“That would be me.” An older man answered, standing near one of the dead. There was a woman standing next to him, clinging to his arm – a red head in a peasants dress.
“Looie? Can I question the redhead?” Fitzhugh asked via the comm. “she looks like she needs a hard questioning.”
“Negative Fitzhugh. Keep to your search.” She replied and turned to the man who answered her, “And you are?”
“JW McClarrin. Owner of this here mine.” He said and offered his ID card. Ling took it from him and put it into her scanner. She read the data as it came up.
“Senator. What happened here?”
“Some local colour decided to try a bank robbery. Things didn’t go smoothly for them.”
Ljng smiled to herself, Definitely local and said, “We detected an explosion. A large hydrogen explosion.”
“That you would have,” the Senator replied, “One of the boys souped his mule with a transport fuel cell. Mighty unstable.”
“Ahh.” Ling walked passed the Senator and into the bank. More bodies and what looked like the owners of the bank in some distress. Looking better and better she thought happily.
She poked around for awhile waiting for her men to report in and replying with very vague answers to any of the senator’s questions. He obviously didn’t want them there and she really didn’t care.
“Report.” She spoke into her comm..
“Negative Looie” Kremers replied
“Nothing so far Looie, but I think the saloon here needs much further investigation.” Fitzhugh replied with a laugh, “There are some ladies here that …”
“Give it a rest Fitzhugh and get out here where I can make sure your pants are on.”
‘Ahhh…. Yes Ma’am.” He replied and Ling ground her teeth. She hated being called Ma’am.
She opened up a channel to the ship. “Ling reporting.”
The captain looked at her through the screen, “Yes Lieutenant.”
“Local matter captain. Bank job gone bad. We did a perimeter search and found on trace of Ice or any other contraband.””
“Very well Lieutenant. Return to base.”
“Yes sir.” She answered and waited. The captain always added some job to do after his dismissals.
“Oh, and Lieutenant? Are there casualties?”
Here it comes "Yes sir."
“Oh. Have them checked for ID and scanned for death records”
Like anyone cares “Yes sir.”
The screen went dead and Ling let out a sigh of relief. IDs and scan was a ten minute job. “Fitzhugh! You got dead patrol. Grab or scan and make it fast.”
“What! Man!”
“Now Private!”
The private ran into the bank to start searching for ID cards on the dead and if they didn’t have cards, scanned their fingerprint and retinal. This would be fed into the central computer for death recording and next of kin notification. Fitzhugh was in the bank for about five minutes before he keyed his comm. “Looie. Can I question the lady in here? She’s got some mighty fine … suspicions.”
“Fitzhugh.” She shouted angrily, “You are going on report if you don’t get out here with those scans in five.”
The private came running in two, stopping to look over the man outside the bank. He had an ID card which Fitzhugh flipped to the Lieutenant as he scanned finger and eye. Ling ran the card as she waited. Ethan. Ludlow. List of petty crimes, and a number of warrants of backwater moons – nothing she cared about. Two Brothers – Ernest and Edward, also with a long list of misdemeanours and one with some hard crime. Lovely model family She thought. Father ….
Ling gasped audibly when she saw the father’s name. How did he end up with such Joo Fuen Chse for sons. She keyed her comm to the Skiff. “Need you down here, Sarge. We got a body to take back.”
JW looked confused, “Why are you taking the bodies? We got a cemetery right over there.”
Ling looked at the old man, “We are not taking all the bodies Senator. Just this one,” She pointed to Ethan’s corpse. “His father is Commandant Herbert Ludlow of the 21st Grenadiers. I suspect he will want to see the body of his son.”
The Doctor’s House, 3:30 pm
Wyatt watched out the window as the Alliance patrol ship hovered over the town. An hour passed, and another and then finally the skiff that had landed before left with what appeared to be all the soldiers.
The Doctor and Willow entered the study. The Doctor looked around, finally spying Wolf and waggling a finger to him to come so he could look at his wound.
“Captain. Your man is doing well. Good thing he was wearing a ballistic vest though, because it saved his life more than once. He's very banged up and bruised right now, but he will up and around in no time. He’ll need to stay here overnight so the bones can be properly mended and he can get some rest. Morgan will stay as well as he is on the mend too. Now If Miss Willow has no objections, I will tend to Wolf’s shoulder wound and call this a successful day.”
Posted on 2008-08-20 at 03:22:06.
Edited on 2008-08-20 at 03:26:15 by Alacrity
|
Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: laying out the line
I want to build the second post with Vanadia so we can have a suspensful build up to the doctor coming out of the OR - he's dead Jim scene. I also have a silver screen to add about the alliance patrol ship.
So post if you got something to say. Asher might be checking out the cooler for some milk. Wyatt might really need a drink right now. Wolf might find a copy of Busty Browncoat Babes 3 in the holo-file. He's given you free reign in his house.
WWJD - What would Jayne do?
Posted on 2008-08-19 at 20:32:43.
|
Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: didn't know you were competing in the olympics
Not a Problem Tann, I knew you would be moving the Mule.
Note - some of the weapons being used by the crew (mostly Asher) are considered illegal by Alliance. I will assume that you gather them up before you leave.
Posted on 2008-08-18 at 14:35:33.
|
Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: excellent posts
Great all round job - I feel so humbled reading them. Blammm - the part about loading Sam's weapon and putting in it's holster was such a fantastic touch.
I have posted, but there will be a second part that will tell of the alliance visit and have Willow and/or the Doctor coming out to tell you the news.
Posted on 2008-08-18 at 03:12:44.
|
Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Getting while the getting is good
The group of eight men came into the bank and took to the doc’s direction immediately. Four went over to the teller, Morgan and the others to Sam. Wolf brought the hover mule to the rear doorway as the men lifted Sam up gently, with backs straight as if he was a precious cargo. The Hover mule can seat 4, 6 if you don’t mind being cozy and aren’t in a rush. The men drape Sam across the back of the mule to keep him flat and steady. One of the miners gets into the mule and adjusts a back seat to drop flat, which is where they carefully put Morgan.
As the men gathered about Sam and the other wounded, Wyatt steps out of their way, worry gripping his gut but never showing on his face. "Keep your iron shut up when walking through that Tong-yard, Kid. Willow might've sweetened some up earlier, but I ain't puttin' us in harms way unnecessarily." Turning to JW, Wyatt gave the man a nod instead. "I appreciate the kindness for me and mine."
“We‘ll talk later tonight. I best do some crowd herding.” the older man said as he stepped outside. If he noticed or was bothered by Asher holding his woman tight, he didn’t show it.
Taking his communicator from his pocket Wyatt calls Rocinante "Ma," he said into it with a dry voice. "Keep Rocinante locked up nice an' tight as though no one's home 'til we git back. We're gonna be sittin' tight at the town doc's house fer a spell."
There is silence on the comm. And then two mike clicks, a sign from Trish that she received the call and would do as told.
The Doctor heads towards the front door, “I’ll ride ahead and lead the way Ms. Willow. If you don’t mind, would you ride with the injured and keep them stable. Don’t let Wolf drive! He’s wounded and should be resting.”
Asher comforts the distraught Brigit and starts to make for the doorway. Willow intercepted them before they could get through the room.” How are you, Miss Brigit? Shall I take a look at that lip? Seems like you’ve been struck, you poor dear!” she asks.
Brigit smiles and detaches herself from Asher, “Oh never mind me. You take care of those brave men.” She says smoothly, shooting Asher a look of a woman who knows she’s crossed the line but with a mischievous grin of enjoying it too. She touches her lip tenderly, “I’ve received worse beatings than this in my time,” She says very sadly still looking at Asher and then looks around as if just realizing something, “I best be getting to JW. He can get mighty sore if I’m away from him for too long.” With that she moves quickly to the front entrance of the bank, and outside where JW is talking loudly to the crowd.
“Now listen up!” JW didn’t shout but he knew how to project his voice, “Anyone not wanting Alliance digging through their private lives better skedaddle and fast!” Folks took the hint on that rather quickly and the street began to clear, all the while conversation of a new sheriff in town was to be heard.
Brigit came up beside JW at a run, “You okay, Honey?” he asked as she threw herself into his arms.
“I am,” Brigit smiles shakily, “I hope that that man is gonna be okay though. He was so brave…” Her bottom lip quivered.
“There there dear. Doc will fix him up right.”
Out back of the bank, the wounded are on the mule and the doctor has come around on horse to lead the way. The mule is quite loaded but no one is looking to do top speed, just fast enough to get under cover before the patrol ship arrives.
(I am gonna assume that you’ll figure out seating and the like. Either Asher or Wyatt will drive, despite protest from Wolf.)
The Tong Temple is a large octagonal building behind the bank. It is not particularly fancy, but the grounds around it are lush with floral gardens and hanging baskets that would rival some gardens in the core planets. Many of the tong are among the paths and plant-life, tending the gardens with skilful patient hands. They look up as you pass, seeing the doctor, many of them give respectful bows but no one interferes with your progress. A man comes out of a side doorway of the temple. He looks like a younger, more robust version of the “grandfather” that Wyatt, Sam and Willow had met earlier. He also gives a slight bow to the doctor as he passes, by the bow of someone recognizing an equal. His eyes pass over all in the procession, but linger for a long time on Willow.
The Doctor’s place is a big house, single floor ranch style. The shed is a huge structure, bigger than many of the houses you saw while coming into town. The doctor opens the doors and you glide in with time to spare before the patrol ship arrives. Inside the shed, the building is mostly empty, with an emergency fuel cell generator in one corner and three hover-stretchers covered in white sheets on the other side of the room.
You waste no time, and get the stretchers out and under the two seriously wounded men. The back of the doc’s place has two doors, one oversized and the other regular. The doctor opens up the large one to reveal a small prep area outside of the surgery room. He directs you into the theatre as he hits the main switch for the power, revealing a operating room with three surgery tables. The Medcomp and the 3d imager are clearly labelled with “NEWTECH”. He is all business as he moves from equipment to equipment, opening drawers and pulling out instruments. “Gentlemen! Thank you but you are now in the way.” He says pleasantly and points to a side door, “If you use that door, it will take you to my study. Make yourself at home, there are refreshments in the cooler and the cabinet. Guest bedrooms are there if you’d need to rest. If the door is locked, then I don’t want you in that room. Wolf, I haven’t forgotten you but these two be needing both our attentions now and you ain’t in danger unless you bleed on my furniture.”
(assume some conversation but the doc will only tolerate so much, as he wants to get to work. I will let Vanadia write the surgery scene)
Asher, Wyatt and Wolf find themselves in the Doctor’s home. The place is immaculately clean and tidy. The study has two overstuffed high chairs, a comfy couch, a series of bookshelves, mostly with medical journals but some light fiction and more than a few holo-disks.
The living room is immense with a large wood burning fireplace, now cold. There is a large screen plasma holo-viewer with a cortex terminal connection – so impeccably pristine that you wonder if it is straight out of the box. A liquor cabinet stands against the wall with modest selection of high end booze (no cheap rot gut here), most of them full. Throughout the room there are pictures of a woman. Although there is a definite passage of time in the pictures, the woman is very attractive and often on the arm or holding hands with a younger Doctor McGuire. They look very happy together, very much in love. But there are no recent pictures of the lady, and the most recent looking one is on the fireplace mantle with a black frame.
The kitchen is spartan, with a simple stove, pantry, a cooler/icebox and counter area. The attached dining room has a long wooden table with 6 chairs and a well-carved buffet with fancy china behind the glass doors (locked).
There are three bedrooms, all neat and tidy but appearing as if they have never been used. Each room has a double bed, a writing desk with a chair and a side table for a water pitcher and wash-basin. The bedroom at the end of the hall, presumably the doctor’s room, is locked.
Posted on 2008-08-18 at 03:10:30.
|
Topic: On line Risk Game
Subject: I am starting a game now
middle earth
3056629
Posted on 2008-08-15 at 19:44:16.
|
Topic: Looking for Interest in New Online RPG
Subject: Grey sky are going to clear up
I am finished my schooling and my friends wedding is over. I have time for myself again!
Posted on 2008-08-13 at 02:58:16.
|
Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: You have been woofed.
Okay. Give me some time to up your characters and get the next one started. Should have a new mage (Eol) and a cleric (Blammm) to help out this time.
Posted on 2008-08-13 at 02:54:41.
|
Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: stand back - WOOF!
The battle is over and only so much remains of the tower. Dawn approaches and the sun comes out like a promise of a new beginning amongst the rubble and the dust.
Adrian asks Kilgim to look at the red mage Wind. The collar she wore is not shattered and holds no power over her. Her eyes stare fixed ahead but see nothing. If she was still in the hands of the empire, she’d be sold on the slave market now as a doxie or worse. The dwarf has seen Wizard’s Twilight before and can do nothing with his own powers but offers the solace that he has seen powerful priests pull the mind and soul back together in one so damaged. Until then, she isn’t a threat to anyone.
Char does a search around the missing body of the commander and finds no trace of anyone coming near the body to pick it up or drag it away. It simply vanished, leaving behind the commander’s sword (a fine specimen of Imperial Steel masterwork) and a single golden ring.
A search of the rubble finds many of the Greens in various forms of dead and mangled. You find a journal, written in some sort of code that Dapple recognizes as Imperial Book Code – impossible to break unless you have the source book. You find a diamond, a ruby and a sapphire, all cut into a strange polyhedron shape – not a cut any jeweller would do on purpose.You also find a sword in a sheath. The power of magic from the blade is very strong, so much so that even the fighters of the group can feel it when they put there hand near. Kilgim recognizes it at once –Nemesis. A legendary sword lost during the second Elven Blood Wars. When drawn from the sheath, it will take on whatever powers necessary to defeat a single enemy – the ultimate assassin’s sword.
Away for the ruins, the body of the other red mage you fought is found. Her neck is broken and the collar she wore is crushed deep into her neck.
Dapple and Maximus build a cairn around Jal’s body using the stone of the tower. (if you want to write out a funeral post, feel free – otherwise nice words are said and move on). A litter is made to carry Alloryn out and on the way home.
The journey back is uneventful. After the second day of traveling back to Freegate, you meet up with a patrol out looking for you. They escort you back to the city and along the ay you hear talk form them of strange occurrences lately. Apparently a dragon was spotted near Freegate, scaring many of the locals. There is also talk of a problem to the south – disappearing people.
Once in Freegate, you give your reports to Dwan and Gwanele. The Mage is clearly saddened by the loss of Jal. Dwan is grimly satisfied with your tale, though clearly the unanswered questions of what was going on and why are eating at his mind. Gwanele is very intrigued by the three oddly shaped gemstones and asks to examine them in detail.
You are given your rewards (400 gp) and lodgings within the city. Dwan offers the party a finder’s fee of 500 gp each for Nemesis, warning that the blade is by nature evil and he wishes to keep it out of harms reach. There is no grand celebration this time as it is felt that it would be best to keep the results of the mission low key. Dwan tells you that there are many tidings of evil about and he may wish to call upon you again soon. However, no one is bound by oath and could leave at any time.
Alloryn recovers consciousness after a few days and the care of the healers. She has little memories of what possessed her, but remembers it called itself “The Green Goddess” and it drew power from sunlight. Although demonic by nature, there was some tie to earth and its power.
Wind’s condition worsens everyday until she passes away a few days after getting to the city. Between the wizard’s twilight and her weaken state, she was too far gone. But what ended her life in the end was a slow acting poison in her system, so subtle that it was only detected too late. Whatever it was, it was plant based and almost undetectable.
OOC: When we begin again, we will be one month after this. You will have had time to train and level up and news will come that Dwan needs to see you again. If I missed any loose ends, let me know and we will tie them all up before the next campaign.
Posted on 2008-08-13 at 02:52:01.
|
Topic: Who Watches The Watchmen?
Subject: remember it?
I have the first-run 12 comic series safely held in mylite bags along with my entire comic collection for my teen years. I was collecting during the Watchmen, V for Vendetta, Killing Joke, Camelot 3000, Hellblazer, Sandman era.
Posted on 2008-08-12 at 10:42:11.
|
Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: short
I didn't want to assume anyone was gonna accept the doctor's suggestion so I kept it short. If I get a quick rounds of agreements then I will post on the Weekend to get us moving.
Posted on 2008-08-12 at 03:02:05.
|
Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: The Doc takes charge and Brigit takes Asher
“Doctor!” Willow called. “Come quick!”
The cry of Willow was answered by the Doctor with Wyatt, JW and Brigit following in suit. Brigit detaches herself from JW and runs to Sam on the floor saying, “Oh sweet Lord! Don’t let him die! He saved me from those horrible men who were going to …” she breaks off into weeping beside Asher.
The doctor looks over the scene with a calm expression.
“Doctor, there you are. This gentleman has just collapsed; I suspect a heart attack but have not yet had a chance to confirm.” Willow says to him. With nod, he walks over to the banker on the floor and reaches into the man’s shirt, pulling out a silver pendent on a chain. The pendant snaps open in the doctor’s hand and he fingers two pills out of the container, and then forces them into the dying man’s mouth. “I told you John.“ The doctor says with a forced patience. Two pills under the tongue whenever you start to feel pain. Don’t wait for the pain to become too much for you.”
The Doc starts to roll up his sleeves, “So what else do we have Miss Willow?”
“The bank teller has electrical burns and the voltage has thrown his heartbeat off. We need to get him stabilized before he’s gone too long without oxygen to the brain. Sam dear, well, Sam dear’s a plain mess…gunshot wounds and internal bleeding, from the way he’s struggling to breathe. He’s going to need surgery, and my ship’s just too far.”
“Vitals?”
Willow spoke calmly and precisely, rattling off vital signs as if she were back in the hospital.
JW walked up to the old doctor, “We ain’t got much time Doc, company coming.”
The Doc nodded and looked over towards Wyatt, “My place is directly out that back door and through the yard, less than 200 feet away. I’ve got a well stocked if not often used surgery so I think that is best. Shed will hold your mule, and I got plenty of room for you and your men Captain. Miss Willow? JW pays for the toys so I got the full playroom, but I need your help.”
“But that’s through the Tong’s Temple grounds!” Cora says from the doorway, walking quickly to her now recovering husband.
“They aren’t gonna bother us if I’m with them Cora,” the Doc replies smoothly, “They owe me for more than a few favours and they’d never cross wounded men unless they did something to them.”
JW pipes in, “What you need Doc?”
“Get me men to carry the wounded. Captain, have Wolf pull around back. “
“You best be getting with the doc then Captain, while the going is good. I’ll handle them purple bellies. Time for that money I spent on a senate seat to pay off.” JW runs to the bank doorway and hollered out “Bailey! Get me a crew in here! Double time!”
Meanwhile, Brigit has pulled herself together to speak to Asher, “He saved my life.” She says. “Are you brothers? The Doc will fix him right. He just gotta!”
Sam murmurs something and tries to move as a group of miners come in the doorway to receive instructions from the Doc. Brigit leans close to Sam and whispers something in his ear that Asher can’t hear and then moves away so the miners can circle him and lift him up as straight as they can. Brigit begins crying again, first leaning on Asher, and then embracing him in a desperate need of comforting.
Posted on 2008-08-12 at 02:44:18.
|
Topic: Who Watches The Watchmen?
Subject: Wow
If they do it right, it will be awesome. But that trailer is .... wow.
Posted on 2008-08-09 at 15:41:28.
|
Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Wedding
Cat and I are off to wedding this weekend in the far reaches of Northern Ontario. I will be moving the game forward upon my return on Monday.
Posted on 2008-08-07 at 13:12:02.
|
Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Wedding
Cat and I are off to wedding this weekend in the far reaches of Northern Ontario. I will be moving the game forward upon my return on Monday.
Posted on 2008-08-07 at 13:11:36.
|
Topic: On line Risk Game
Subject: rdi game
You can do private games that are invite only I believe.
Posted on 2008-08-07 at 03:05:49.
|
Topic: On line Risk Game
Subject: On line Risk Game
If you enjoy the board game Risk, there is a good online version where you play against people around the world. I have been playing there for awhile. Different risk boards too (Middle Earth, Iraq, WWII scenarios, etc.)
Risk at conquer club
I'm "Alacrity" there (big surprise). Look me up if you join.
Posted on 2008-08-07 at 00:47:54.
|
Topic: fun in the sun, or, no webmaster!
Subject: whup yer butt til it bleeds boy
Grugg! What are you doing? You are a moderator now! Do you know what a chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with until you realize that I'm in command!
Posted on 2008-08-01 at 23:48:25.
|
Topic: fun in the sun, or, no webmaster!
Subject: New sheriff in town
Anyone spotted have fun will be banned, their friends banned and their household pets banned as well. While Olan is away, I'll ban the entire membership if it keeps the peace.
I've done it before...........
*Play scary western death scene music*
Posted on 2008-08-01 at 23:04:24.
|
| |
View/Edit Your Profile | Staff List | Contact Us
Use of the RDINN forums or chatrooms constitutes agreement with our Terms of Service.You must enable cookies and javascript to use all features of this site.
|
|
What game do you own the 
Return to Charadun - Q&A
The Morphing Game
Return to Charadun - Recr
