Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: ok...
... not that much time... I managed to get a update in this morning... I was thinking of moving you forward further but circumstance decided that you should stop a little sooner...
So the update is up....
Posted on 2011-08-31 at 10:53:05.
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Topic: Demon Wind
Subject: Moving on...
Daldren had searched the owner’s quarters and found no will or deed but he did find a strongbox hidden under some floorboards… inside there was a bag of gold pieces… estimated at around 200-300 … and a small bag containing about 20 gems of various sizes… he estimates the worth between 10-100gp each… (let me know what you do with it)
Danamar (with Raven’s permission) examines Mendez’s condition and with a quick prayer and laying his hands on his injured leg… a warm tingling feeling passes through the mage and he feels better… (HP recovered fully)… he feels his strength recover for the most part… but he walks with a slight limp (Still suffering from Con loss)…
“I am sorry” Danamar says.. “But I am not a complete healer… I am afraid that is the best I can do.” (He is not sufficient level to have Restoration)
The group gets together and as the sun rose higher in the morning sky they took bedding and wrapped the bodies in them and carried them outside where they began to dig three graves…
Bil came out of the stables… he looked like he had been crying and saw what they were doing… he saw the three wrapped bodies and walked over to them…
“Who… who are … ?” the boy asked…apparently still shaken…
When told he gave a strange look and seemed lost in thought for a moment…
“Tomas…” Bil said and when they inquired he continued… “he… went to town yesterday… he is Kendal and Anna’s son… he is due back this morning some time”
An hour later… after whatever service they deemed appropriate for the deceased… and the bodies had been interned… they were about to go back inside and plan their next move when they heard a wagon approaching… a minute later the wagon came into the yard and they saw a young man… in his mid 20s… stop the wagon and look at them questioningly…
Bil runs over to the wagon and the team watches as Tomas hops down and Bil and he talk … in only a few seconds they can see the crushed look come upon Tomas’s face… he drops to his knees next to Bil… the boy grabs on to him and they hug and soon tears begin to flow…
An hour later… the Inn is closed and the door is barred and Tomas and Bil sit in the common room with the team and discuss what will happen with the Inn… it seems Danamar's thoughts on drawing up documents giving the place to Bil are not required... Tomas would inherit the place and he decides that he will continue his parents tradition and keep the place open… but he decides to keep it closed for a couple weeks until he can get things in order and hire some help… Bil will stay on in his usual profession…
With that decided… the party decides that they should be moving on… they have a mission to complete… so after stocking up on foodstuffs and water… Tomas gives them whatever they require... they pack their gear on their mounts and soon are ready to move out by mid afternoon… (Here the non MV members must declare their willingness to continue on)
Leaving the Inn of sadness behind them they head on East towards the Mountains which is still at least a two day ride at a normal pace… they ride until nightfall and find a suitable spot to camp where they are off of the main road but still able to see the road if anyone passes by…
(Please declare how the camp is set up… any watches that are set.. Watch order and duration… any other pertinent camp issues you deem necessary… )
Posted on 2011-08-31 at 10:50:17.
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Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: update....
something came up tonight so I might not get the update posted till Wednesday...
so if anyone is looking to expound upon anything ... you have some time... 
Posted on 2011-08-30 at 22:05:24.
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Topic: The Erstwhile Adventures of Vatta Silestia
Subject: no clues...
Vatta walked up to the second floor of the building keeping an eye out for anyone that might notice her… she wore her normal gear under a long cloak with a heavy hood… if anyone did see her they wouldn’t get a good look at her and be able to identify her…
Benny had come through for her and gotten the location of the apartment where the suspected thief of the sword lived… she had come prepared to buy the blade from him… but if the man didn’t want to sell… well she was prepared to get the blade one way or the other… she was hoping it didn’t come to that… but she didn’t have a problem stealing from someone who wasn’t the rightful owner of the sword….
Arriving at the door she reached up to knock on the door… and paused… she saw that the door was ajar…her intuition told her something wasn’t right here… instead of knocking she reached out with her right hand and slowly pushed the door open… a long thin bladed dagger had appeared in her left hand… her index and middle finger were wrapped over the hilt of the dagger so only the blade protruded between her fingers…
“Tanis… Tanis Rydor?” she said questioningly as she eased the door inward… even before the door had opened fully she smelled it… blood… and a lot of it… the inside of the room was dark… but she saw a pool of blood visible in the light seeping in from the hallway…
With a look around the hallway… seeing no one… she eased into the room leaving the door open… in case she needed a hasty retreat… she moved so she wouldn’t step in the blood… she saw the body laying on the floor… she noticed that the head wasn’t in it’s normal place… she spotted it finally as it stared out from beneath a table… she didn’t spend a lot of time looking at the body… it was obviously Tanis… instead she spent time looking for a threat… like the person who did this…
Circumventing the body she quickly scanned the room… it was small and offered not many places to hide a person… finding no one she then looked around the room for the blade… it didn’t take long to find that the sword was not here… looking at the body she wondered if the sword could have been used to remove the head… she doubted that defective blade could be that sharp… and she doubted that she would find that blade now… since she had no clue who had killed the man and obviously taken the sword…
As she slipped out of the apartment again making sure no one was around to see her… she eased the door closed completely this time… she wondered… could the sword be the reason that Tanis was killed… was someone else looking for it? … well someone else had it now… but who???
Posted on 2011-08-30 at 00:41:29.
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Topic: Monster Hunters Collective - Q/A
Subject: gear??
.. ok maybe I missed something.. but why dont we have our full gear? We dont have much to start with so... just wondering what happened to it?
If Ryan doesnt have everything.. what does he have?
Posted on 2011-08-29 at 22:06:19.
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Topic: The Erstwhile Adventures of Vatta Silestia
Subject: the exchange...
Tanis Rydor sat in his small apartment and looked at the sword blade that lay on his table… it wasn’t much to look at … the pommel was severely worn… the blade was full of holes all up and down the length of it… the only place free of the defects was the razor sharp edge and the tip… and he knew that the edge was indeed very sharp… earlier he had held the sword out edge up and dropped a apple towards the blade and the apple had parted neatly in half without stalling the apple at all… it almost seemed as if he had missed the blade but the apple had fallen in two halves showing that he had indeed hit the blade squarely.
He reached out and hefted the blade … he shuttered when he held it… he didn’t know what it was about the blade… when he had stolen it he had thought he might be able to sell it for a bit of coin… after all Jonas Gorrath had kept the blade in a place of honor in his home… surely it was valuable… but everyone he had approached about buying it had turned him down flatly as soon as they had seen it… they said it was worthless and he should jut toss it in the river for all he would get out of it… he had been angry that he had risked his life for nothing.
But now… Tanis couldn’t seem to put the blade down for long… when he held it he felt… powerful… almost invincible … he stood holding the blade out in front of him… he began to swing it around in front of him carving patterns in the air… it felt so light… and the more the swung it the more powerful he felt…
Knock Knock Knock …
Tanis whirled and pointed the sword towards his apartment door… who could that be… he wasn’t expecting anyone…
“Who is it?” he asked still holding the sword as if he were expecting someone to burst in the door at any second…
“Tanis?” a voice asked… it sounded familiar… “It is Wilaver Tarmikos… remember me? You brought some… goods to me the other day to sell? I would like to talk to you.”
Tanis slowly lowered the sword… he remembered Tarmikos… he had been one of the fences he had tried to sell the blade too but he hadn’t wanted it… he took the sword to the table and wrapped it in the blanket he had there… he then went to the door and opened it… Tarmikos was standing there in the hallway… alone.
“Hey Tarmikos,” Tanis said and after looking out in the hallway to make sure he was alone he stepped back and gestured for the man to come in… “What brings you here?”
Tarmikos stepped in and looked around the small apartment as Tanis closed the door behind him…
“Well… I thought about that sword you showed me … and well… I thought I might take it off your hands after all.”
“Really?” Tanis said suspiciously.. “the other day you said it was a piece of junk… why the change of heart?”
“Well I thought it might be worth something after all… and well I knew you were hard up and could use a little extra coin.”
Tanis knew it was more than that… Tarmikos wasn’t the kind of guy who gave away money… the thief walked around the man and stopped by the table upon which the wrapped sword lay … involuntarily he reached out and laid a hand on the bundle.
“Well you are too late…” he told the merchant… “I have decided not to sell it.”
“What?” Tarmikos asked sounding surprised.. “the other day you wanted to get rid of it badly.”
“Well…” Tanis said as he stroked the bundle… “the thing has … grown on me … I think I will keep it.”
“I see..” Tarmikos said eyeing the wrapped bundle on the table… “Is that it?”
“Why?” the thief asked taking a grip on the bundle as if he were afraid the man might try to steal it..
“Oh.. I just thought if you didn’t want to sell it you wouldn’t mind if I took another look at it… it’s so unique that I thought I might be able to tell you if it is worth something.”
Tanis considered this for a moment… Tarmikos was one of the City’s best known weapons merchants… he specialized in unique weaponry … the reason Tanis had taken it to the man thinking it was valuable…
“Well..” Tanis said… “maybe just this once… but remember it isn’t for sale.”
“No problem…” Tarmikos replied excitedly …
Tanis unwrapped the bundle and exposed the sword… the defects in the blade certainly made it look worthless… he gestured at the blade and the merchant stepped up to it… he reached for it then stopped and looked at Tanis… after a moment the man nodded that it was ok… the merchant picked up the blade and held it up before his eyes…
“The holes are definitely strange..” Tarmikos said as he examined the blade … “it isn’t rust… the holes are too clean… and it is strange how the edge of the blade doesn’t have any holes… it is…”
Tarmikos felt a tingle run through is body… as he held the blade he felt… powerful… he wasn’t a fighter and didn’t use swords… but something about this one… it seemed to fill him with a sense of … strength… and power… he suddenly knew that he had to have this sword…
“Tell you what Tanis..” he said still holding the sword out in front of him… “I will give you 500 gold for this right now.” He reached in his robe with one hand and drew out a large sack and tossed it on the table… it made a very satisfying clinking sound…
“What? Hell no…” Tanis said… “I told you it isn’t for sale…” He started forward to retrieve his sword but Tarmikos moved and held the sword out pointed at Tanis who pulled up short
“Listen Tanis… that is a lot of Gold… more than this thing is worth… take it…” the merchant said as he drew the sword back holding it menacingly… “don’t be a fool… I am taking this sword… don’t try to stop me… or…” he swung the blade across in front of him to illustrate his point…
Tanis was about to say something as he gritted his teeth and started to move forward … seeing the merchant swinging the sword he jumped back… but at that moment something strange happened… as Tarmikos swung it seemed sure that Tanis was outside his reach but then it seemed as if the sword reached out… or Tarmikos’ reach increased … in any case it seemed as if the blade came a little too close to the thief…
“Oh man…” Tarmikos said at the near miss… “I’m sorry I didn’t…”
Tanis stepped back and his hands began to flutter in front of him like uncertain butterflies… they came up as the thief looked at the merchant wonderingly…
Tarmikos saw a thin red line appear across the thief’s neck… the line parted and the head of Tanis Rydor rolled slowly off of his shoulders as a fountain of red spurted up into the air… the hands trembled in the air for a few seconds more before the body tumbled forward to the floor…
The merchant staggered back to avoid the geyser of blood and in shock… what had happened… he hadn’t done that had he? … he hadn’t felt a thing… the blade didn’t feel as if it had touched a thing as it had sliced through the air… he looked at the edge of the blade and saw a little bit of red on it’s razor tip… he dropped the blade as he stood there against the wall breathing heavily…
What could he do? He couldn’t tell the guard… they would arrest him for murder … but it had been an accident… but how could he prove it… he couldn’t… he had to get out of here… he looked down at the dead body of the thief… he saw the blade laying at his feet… he reached down and picked up the blade… carefully he stepped around the blood and wrapped the sword in the blanket… he grabbed the bag of gold off the table as well… he couldn’t leave any sign that he had been here… with one last look at the body he closed the door behind him as he made a hasty retreat from the building…
Posted on 2011-08-29 at 01:53:06.
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Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: Looks good....
.. thanks for the clarification... thanks for all the 'legwork' Tann..
The only thing I see in Brutal's is that the shotgun is listed twice but I know that he doesnt have two of them..
Posted on 2011-08-28 at 17:13:31.
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Topic: Monster Hunters Collective - Q/A
Subject: Thank you...
.. I have posted... sorry it wasnt that big.. I am just getting into this character ..
Yes I liked the 'Inventors' post... think he will make a entertaining addition to the party... definately out of the ordinary...
all of the posts have been great so far... I hope I can live up to the others...
Thank you again Almerin for the opportunity...
Posted on 2011-08-28 at 13:06:05.
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Topic: The Monster Hunters Collective
Subject: Enter Ryan ... the Hero?
Stone’s Hollow, Coria
Ryan Van Pelt was working in the vineyard when he heard the news… a friend of his who worked for his family came running up breathless with apparently exciting news…
“Did you hear?” Brian said as he skidded to a stop…
Ryan looked up from where he knelt at the base of one of the grape vines… he had been pruning some of the branches of the vine … the vines had to be tended constantly to remove bad branches and allow the sparse nutrients to make it to the areas of the vines that contained the best bunches of grapes…
Ryan shaded his eyes from the sun and furrowed his brow at his friend…
“Did I hear what?” he asked and went back to the pruning…
“About the Monster Hunting Party?” Brian asked… Ryan’s head snapped back up at the mention of Monster hunting… he had dreamt of going after whatever it was that had been responsible for the killings of late… he had been unable to go when a group from the village had gone out hunting and found and killed a wolf… many.. Ryan included … didn’t believe that the wolf had been the thing responsible for the deaths… he had been quite upset that he hadn’t at least been allowed to go… but his uncle had forbade him from going… he had work to do in the field…
Ryan stood up wiping his hands off on his work clothes and striped off the gloves as he glanced around to see if any of his family were nearby… seeing none of them he turned to his friend…
“So? What party?” He asked as he started walking down the lines…
Brian answered by pulling a paper from his pocket … opened it and showed him…
Wanted: Brave men and women to form a Hunting Party.
Applicants speak to Geron Twoblades in the Golden Barley Inn.
Ryan had heard the man who had been attacked and made his way into town wounded had been called Geron Twoblades… it looked like the man was better now and he was looking to get whatever it was that had almost killed him…
“Are you going?” Ryan asked…
“Hell no!” Brian snorted and chuckled… “I’m not crazy… but I know that you want to… question is… are your Aunt and Uncle going to let you?”
“Well..” Ryan said as he looked around again.. “they can’t stop me if they don’t know..” He smiled and then his smile faded as he stopped walking and turned to Brian…
“They better not find out..” Ryan said looking his friend closely in the eye…
“Hey,” Brian said raising his hands defensively.. “I wont say a thing to anyone… but I think your crazy.”
Ryan slapped his friend on the shoulder… handed him his gloves and pruning shears… “good… I knew I could count on you… now get to work… your late.” He grinned as he turned and walked up the lines… headed towards the house… he heard his friend groan behind him before he started in trimming the vines…
~Later that day at the Inn~
Ryan walked into the Inn and saw a few more people than usually were here this time of day… he saw a desk with a strange man sitting behind it… a short line in front of it… and he assumed the others were here sitting at tables watching to see who would show up to sign up with the stranger to go hunt monsters…
He straightened his cloak and pulled his hat a little lower over his face… he hoped that no one here recognized him … well no one that might tell his family about him being here… he knew that most townfolks would know him on sight… he didn’t exactly dress to hide himself…
Ryan was dressed in his best clothes… he wore a leather jerkin over a black long-sleeved shirt… a mid-length brown cloak was draped from his thin frame… a large black floppy hat with a lone black feather plume sat atop his head… to finish his ensemble… a swept hilt Rapier and matching dagger hung from a fine leather Frog Hanger about his waist…
Ryan stood in the line and hardly noticed what was going on around him… he was lost in thought and nerves about what might be his first attempt at adventure… he vaguely remembers when someone bumped him as they left the Inn in a hurry… he snapped out of his reverie and turned back to the line and noticed that he was next in line…
When a young girl stepped out of the way… he stepped up and stood tall and tried to look confident … resting his left hand on the pommel of his Rapier he reached up and set his hat back just enough so it was out of his face as he addressed the man behind the desk…
“Greetings Sir!” Ryan said with hardly a tremor in his voice… sounding more confident in his choice to be here than he really was… “My name is Ryan Van Pelt… I am a swordsman… and I would like to assist in the slaying of whatever beast is responsible for these atrocities.”
Ryan gave a slight smile as he tried to quell the butterflies that threatened to devour him from the inside out… he had dreamed of this moment for the last couple of years… and now that it was here he didn’t understand why he was so nervous… but he wasn’t going to let a little unknown stop him from his dream… he believed he was meant for a better life than just growing wine grapes…
(Insert Gevon’s reply here)
“Thank you Sir!” Ryan said with a smile… “Your offer is acceptable… I wont let you down.”
(Will backpost later for any further reply necessary)
He moved aside … a big smile on his face… he was proud that he had been accepted… he was anxious to prove his worth and to make a name for himself… he had big dreams and this was the first step to achieving them.
Somehow Ryan’s Aunt and Uncle had found out about him joining the Monster Hunting Party as it was being called… he got home late last night and tried to sneak into his room to go to sleep and dream about tomorrow… but he had found them waiting up for him… they had argued for awhile… them telling him that he wasn’t going to be apart of hunting down Monsters… and him insisting that he was going to do this and that they couldn’t stop him… after all he was a man now… it had ended badly… his Uncle had said ‘that as long as he lived under his roof he wasn’t going…’ … he had replied that he was moving out then…
Ryan had packed up his things that night and left… much to the chagrin of his Aunt who begged him not to do this… but he was resolved… he would show them… he would do this and he would succeed…
He had gone over to Brian’s that night and had stayed in his barn… it was a fitful night… between the butterflies and the vexation from his family… but he had finally got to sleep early in the morning…
~The Next Day!~
Rising the next day he had gathered all of the things he was taking on this trek… basically all of his belongings… and with his backpack upon his back he set his hat atop his head and bid his friend a good day…
“Don’t you worry Brian..” Ryan said as he shook his friends hand.. “I will be alright.. I will show everyone that I am more than a simple farmer.”
Brian looked worried but he said nothing … he only nodded as his friend walked up the road and into town…
Ryan walked into town and went to the Inn and there he got small breakfast with his meager savings … finishing it he left and soon arrived at the edge of town where he was told to meet Geron and his group…
Arriving there he saw others… he knew some of the town regulars… he introduced himself to the others…
“Ryan Van Pelt..” he said removing his hat and giving a bow with a little flourish before straightening and setting his hat back in place…
When the word came to move out Ryan adjusted the straps on his backpack and making sure his Rapier and dagger were set in their hangers… he fell in with the others… trying to look like this wasn’t his first time doing something like this… but his face showed some of his nervousness …
“We will be starting our search here. Keep together, please, and try to make as little noise as possible.”
They entered the uneven forest ground. Moss comforted their feet, and if they looked out for twigs and fallen branches, keeping relatively quiet was easy. Searching a forest for a monster that you’ve only heard about was not.
An hour passed, and they had found no sign of the creature. They had seen two deer, which had been a pleasant surprise, but nothing out of the ordinary.
It was late afternoon when their effort was finally rewarded. A rabbit suddenly came running from a cluster of bushes and ran in wild terror between the party’s legs. But more sweeping of branches and crackle of leaves could be heard from the direction the rabbit had come from. The group halted, and then the bushes burst open and a creature the size of a goat jumped in their midst. It seemed equally surprised to see more than just the rabbit and backed off a bit to let out a low growl.
There was no doubt that this thing was beyond natural. It looked most like a wolf, but with the spots and long tail of a wild cat and the mane of a lion. Eyeing the party, the monster bared its teeth. But the skin around its mouth seemed too loose; it pulled back too far, showing pink gums and exposing even a part of the chin. Yellow eyes fiercely darted from one party member to another.
Geron was the first to recover from the surprise, and yelled: “Attack!”
When the creature had burst from the brush Ryan had jumped… he didn’t make a sound but he froze for a moment or two… his hand involuntarily rested on the pommel of his Rapier… when Geron yelled… he jerked his Rapier free of it’s scabbard… he snatched his Dagger out with the other hand… just in case… he had practiced many times trying to block or deflect swords with the dagger… but he wasn’t sure how he would accomplish that against this beast…
Seeing the others spring into action… Ryan found his courage… he pushed his nervousness deep down inside… hefting his light Rapier he gritted his teeth and leaped forward to the beast to engage it… this thing wasn’t his typical opponent but he was sure it could bleed just like a person…
As he sprung forth he yelled and brandished his dagger in his left hand holding it high… it was a feint… he hoped it would draw the creatures attention and maybe get it to raise it‘s arms to defend itself… if it did lift it’s arms even a bit… he would thrust with his Rapier aiming for a spot under the things armpit… where the heart usually was … well in human opponents… if the underarm target did not present itself then it would aim instead for it’s chest… towards the creatures left breast area…
After he struck… whether it hit or not… (round 2) he would dance back to try and draw his opponent to assault him… and hopefully draw it off balance where he would attempt a riposte… duck underneath it’s attack and lunge forth with his Rapier arm locked straight in hopes the creature would continue it’s advance and skewer itself upon his Rapier…
The Rapier was not a slashing weapon… it’s thin light blade was designed more for stabbing and poking in quick movements to vital sensitive areas… Ryan had practiced for years on where those areas were… he had also practiced his footwork… learning to dance around his opponents and avoid their counterattacks…. here was his chance to put that practice into action… and to prove that he was a formidable fighter… and perhaps even a hero… he had been nervous before… but now he was resolved… he would do his best … he would fight… he would not give up…
Posted on 2011-08-28 at 13:02:58.
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Topic: Monster Hunters Collective - Q/A
Subject: Now playing the part of Ryan... YeOlde...
.. Thanks for allowing me to play... I have a post all ready to go... but I have to wait for Al to grant me posting rights to the thread ...
Posted on 2011-08-28 at 02:08:12.
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Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: answers...
Tiamat… yes Mendez is very weak and he is suffering from Constitution Drain … he has lost one point permanently … restoration will restore that lost point however …
Yes you are right… the Beguiler does not need to state which spells he will use that day… he has a limited number he can cast per day … that is all… a reason a lot of people like them I guess…
Posted on 2011-08-28 at 01:42:34.
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Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: No Problem...
... I have noticed that you dont post till late Sunday or on Monday.... not a problem.. I have noticed that most people post from like Thursday - Monday... so I think I will start updating this game on Tuesdays from now on...
Posted on 2011-08-26 at 22:19:23.
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Topic: Weird War II
Subject: patching up...
Brutal stepped back when Corban came to Doc’s assistance… he seemed to know more about the situation… Brutal took watch over them … his Schmessier now with a fresh magazine… when asked to thread a needle he attempted it but after missing a couple times… he was glad to hand it off to someone else more capable….
He just went back to lookout… he kept an eye on the doorway through which the gargoyles … or whatever they were… had come… he knew there were probably much more dangerous things to come… he was concerned that their ammunition supply was slowly being diminished … if they ran out in there… heaven help them.
Posted on 2011-08-26 at 10:54:59.
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Topic: The Erstwhile Adventures of Vatta Silestia
Subject: a lead....
It was seven days later … Vatta had put out the word to several of her contacts… spread some coins around … and even paid a scribe to make copies of drawings of the sword blade to show around… it was unique and if anyone saw it they would remember that piece of crap… Vatta still didn’t understand why Jonas Gorrath… one of Westgate’s richest men… would want such a rusted up sword… but he was paying her well and she would give it her best.
She was sitting in one of the cities finest eating establishments enjoying a wonderful lunch when she noticed someone she knew walked in…it was Bobblehead Benny… she caught his attention and gestured him to come over… Benny came over to her and sat down.
“Hey Vatta… I gots some info on that thing you looking for…”
She had to bite her lip a little to keep from snickering… Benny was too thin for his height of almost 6 feet and he had a head too large for his body… when he talked he had a tendency to move his head side to side… it bobble back and forth … hence the nickname … he hated the name and no one called him Bobblehead to his face… but behind his back everyone called him Bobblehead Benny.
“What do you have B.. Benny?” She had almost slipped… she took a bite of her veal chop and tried to maintain…
“Well… I put out the word to some people… showed those drawings around… and I got a bite..” he eyed her food and when she looked up and saw him she paused and wiping her mouth she shoved the remainder of her meal over to him… he dug in immediately mumbling a thanks…
“Well? What bit?” she asked as she sipped at her wine…
“Well… a street vendor contact of mine… one who sometimes fences stolen goods… said that a couple of days ago someone tried to sell him the sword blade that looked like the drawing I showed him…” Vatta had to sit back as he spoke to keep from getting sprayed by bits of food… she wiped away a few bits that landed on her..
“Did he buy it?” she asked hopefully…
Bobble shook his head which set it to wobbling again… “Nawww… he said he didn’t want the piece of junk… but he was right disappointed when he learned that you were offering a reward for it.”
She tried to hide her disappointment … she had counted on whomever had taken it to try and sell it for some quick coin… she might be able to pick it up cheap from some fence… but apparently the thing looked as bad as it sounded and no one wanted to buy it… she might never find it.
“Well thanks Benny..” she started to say but saw him wobbling his head again and smiling…
“That not all… the guy didn’t buy the sword but he did remember who It was that tried to sell it to him… I convinced him to tell me… for a price.”
Vatta smiled and drew out a small sack and set it on the table… “Tell me you know where to find him and…” she said resting her hand atop the sack…
Benny only nodded and smiled and then turned to finishing the meal before him.
Posted on 2011-08-25 at 23:31:01.
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Topic: The Grim Reaper
Subject: unfound...
... notes that I have no name... so the Grim Reaper cant find me... 
Reaper
Posted on 2011-08-24 at 23:16:12.
Edited on 2011-08-24 at 23:25:30 by YeOlde
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Topic: Won't be very active...
Subject: Good news...
.. Glad to hear everything worked out... Hope everything in your life only gets better!
Posted on 2011-08-24 at 23:12:45.
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Topic: Destiny's Flight - A Serenity RPG
Subject: Here we go...
Ken peered under the bed and saw the small case there and a light pulsing red… he looked up at Grace and raised an eyebrow…
“I don’t like the looks of that…” he said as he straightened up.. “I suggest we not move it till we can examine it further… you think you can…” he started to say looking right at Grace when the Klaxons starting going off… “What the …”
“We best get to the cargo area… I think we are about to be boarded… we can deal with this thing if we live” He said as he recovered the bed area with the covers and pillows and then he lead the way out of the room and headed towards the cargo area… on the way he turned to the Doc…
“So doc… tell me… how did you find that thing hidden under the bed?” He was curious about what she was doing going through the compartment… she would have had to be searching in order to find that case which had obviously been hidden.
As they came down to the middle deck from the Upper deck he darted down the passage to his quarters (rm 10) … quickly he went in and pulled a case out of the corner… opening it he drew out his Decker Arms AR/S-2a Assault Rifle/Shotgun combo.. Checking the mags and making sure it was loaded as he usually kept it… he hurried out and down the stairs to the cargo area… moving over to where the cargo barrels are lashed down he moves to some crates nearby and then lifts a hidden deck access plate… he hides the gun under there and replaces the plate…
He hopes he wont need it but if he does he would rather have it at hand… if he needs to take cover he will have the crates to hide behind and while there he can grab his trusty gun while using the crates as cover…
He stands with his handguns still in their holsters… waiting for what was sure to come soon… unless Jason could pull off some magic… he really hoped Jason would do the talking and keep the Captain off of the radio… Jon wasn’t very good at ‘subtle’…
Posted on 2011-08-24 at 23:05:10.
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Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: say what?
Haruspex... ah to what are you referring to in your post... something about a trap being built? I dont see anyone posting since my post and I didnt mention anything... so... where did you get that idea? How much ale has Seb had? 
Posted on 2011-08-23 at 22:21:16.
Edited on 2011-08-23 at 22:21:58 by YeOlde
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: plot points for bad guys....
... absolutely not! Enuf said! 
Posted on 2011-08-23 at 22:08:47.
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Topic: Weird War II
Subject: man down...
With Teeth gritted in a snarl.. Brutal engaged the foul creatures… when the one teleported behind them it took him by surprise for a moment… not something he expected… but he recovered quickly and helped Corban finish off the thing… looking around he dropped his empty mag and slammed home another.
“Is that all of them?” he asked everyone.. his voice a bit higher than need be from excitement and adrenaline… his eyes came to rest on Doc’s mangled form
“Oh Sh** Doc!” he rushed over to the man and moved him easily onto his back.. he saw blood and dragged out the medkit that Doc carried and opening it quickly drew out (checks large list in Q&A) a Dressing and using it starts to apply pressure to the largest amount of bleeding he can see where the beast grabbed him.
“Ok Doc… I’m no good here… I’m use to inflicting wounds not bandaging them…” he said with a faint grin… then he looked at the others as he knelt next to the Doc.. “Anyone else have any medical training?” What he was doing was about all he knew about wounds… he would continue to apply pressure until someone else stepped in to handle the situation and could take over.
Posted on 2011-08-23 at 11:09:20.
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Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: Alan Alda in the house... or is it Jamie Farr???
.. too much detail.. head exploding!
Hey ... whatever works for you man... but I really think you should let Brutal sew you up... I think he did read Frankenstein as a kid 
But a description of the wounds might help to post about handling them...
Posted on 2011-08-23 at 10:53:17.
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Topic: Demon Wind
Subject: Secure... for now...
With the Shadow Dread banished by to it’s dark realm… the party fan out and begin to recover and check the Inn .. Mendez is helped downstairs where after sitting for a few moments he still feels weak but he will recover… faster if some magical healing is used…
Danamar seems only weakened by the effort of banishing the creatures… the more he moves around the stronger he seems… a good rest will have him as good as new..
As the party begins a search of the inn for victims or survivors… Tad notices something… one of their party is not present … Tariel is not anywhere to be seen…. She was last seen at the top of the stairs watching over Mendez while the others had gone into the kitchen to set a trap for the dread.
Tad, Seb, and Siraya head upstairs to search to see if there are any more people staying up there… while Danamar, Daldren and Irael move into the back rooms of the Inn where the staff would stay… Mendez is still resting in the common room … still feeling weak …
The upstairs squad find that their party and Siraya appear to be the only rooms occupied up there… the others are empty… they find no sign of any danger upstairs… Tad finds something interesting up there in what was Tariel and Elessarae’s room… Tariel’s belongings are gone… she had been the only one in the room after Elessarae’s departure earlier that night…. in the room … on the table … is a hastily written note… the note was written in the Sylvarian tongue… so there was little doubt who wrote it…
“I have gone after Elessarae… I can not let her embark upon this journey along… I am sorry… Tariel Miriellee”
Downstairs… Danamar, Daldren and Irael move out of the back of the kitchen and into the hallway leading to the staff quarters… moving into the passage they first encounter what must be the body of the serving girl just inside the doorway… her body is emaciated and drawn as if all the life was sucked out of her… moving up the hallway they find a couple of storerooms… a sleeping room with the door open… no one inside… they find another body… a large woman who is laying just inside a larger bedroom… probably the proprietor’s room… this emaciated body is obviously Anna… the bartender’s wife and the cook of the Inn… they find no other bodies and no sign of danger…
Thinking of Bil the stable boy… the group goes out the back door and finds the stable… they awaken Bil from his slumbers and find him and all of the mounts are untouched by the horror that reigned inside the Inn… Bil is scared and wonders what exactly is going on around here… if he is told what happened he will become quiet and appear in some kind of shock at the loss of his employers… they are not his parents… he is from a village about a half days ride to the east … when he snaps out of his shock he wonders what he will do…
Returning all of them to the Inn they find that their little group has the place all to themselves for now… and decisions to be made about their next steps…
((OOC: Ok I have removed the character of Tariel because there has been no posts in over 4 weeks. I have repeatedly tried to get the player to post in a timely manner without success. Since you have gained two new players I don’t think you will miss the firepower.))
Posted on 2011-08-22 at 23:21:22.
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Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: I checked...
I couldnt find a post where I stated Teo had stayed in the room... so dont worry about it... Teo was with him as you described... your posts are fine.
Very nice by the way... I think you have captured Teo and Mendez's relationship well..
Posted on 2011-08-20 at 20:59:02.
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Topic: Loaded Dice #78: Can't PLease Some People
Subject: Very nice....
... I too got to watch Jing drawing this strip last night... it was amazing watching how fast she was with things... definately some great talent there!
As to the story... I too think I see where this is going... things dont appear as they seem to the PCs ... I feel for them... I too have fell pray to this in the past... but it is a lesson learned... and a enjoyable story .. carry on the good work!
Posted on 2011-08-19 at 20:04:17.
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Topic: Jing's Livestream!
Subject: try it...
.. there now... I highly recommend it!
True talent at work.. makes me envious!
Posted on 2011-08-19 at 02:41:57.
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