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Topic: Pharaoh
Subject: A plan...
'Twould seem to me that this small watering hole would be mapped by others to use as a life-saving spot in this vast expanse of gods-forsaken sandy nothingness. There might a small town somewhere nere, but I don't think any of us has a clue where or how close. I think that east is the direction to continue, since we were sent this direction to start our exile. And speaking of that ... the ranking guardsman seened not to want us to die and coudl be considered an ally. We can figure out how to contact him later, I think."
"I carry a tent with me that is large enough to provide a shelter for us in all but the harshest weather. It would be cramped but it would be shelter. I cannot, however, provide shelter for the animals. That is something that we should also look for ... ummm ... well , we also need to maximize our water-carrying capacity... and ... that's what I think ... " She trails off to silence, looking sheepish for her lengthy dissertation and tapping the boomerang against her leg.
Davian smiled at Melia and nodded reassuringly, “Yes we do need to find shelter and supplies so let us see what these dead bandits have so graciously supplied us.”
He turns to searching the bodies and horses with the others. Gathering all they find together he nods, “It seems we have supplies that should last us for awhile; Heironeous has seen fit to grace us.”
Their inventory of the newly acquired gear is interrupted by Webb:
"My friends," he said with an amused, almost condescending tone, withouit turning hie head, "I'd like to call your attention to the western skies, if you are not already looking in that direction. I was ready to discuss a few points, but they have just been answered for me. And at the same time, a few more points of interest have been raised by the sight I am witnessing."
He watches the pegasi riders until they are almost invisible, then turns to the rest of the group. "If, as I have been led to believe, the riders of yon noble winged steeds only use them for travelling long distances, then I thinke we need be in no hurry to leave this watering hole. I fear we are far and away outside boundaries of the sultan's lands."
He turns to Melia. "Melia, I also agree with your assessnent of the guard being a possible ally. He and at least some of his underlings. These dead men here were shot from a height greater than that of the surrounding trees. And from more varied angles than those trees would allow. And the shots were precise and merciful, not painful, lingering slow deaths. I mean to say they were shot from the sky by professionals, if I read these wounds aright. I think our delivery boys are responsible for this, but the nagging unknown is whether it was done in spite of the wizzer, or because of him. I remember the scroll-reader saying the order came from the sultan and was signed by the wizzer. He didn't say anything about the sultan's signature or seal on it."
"Either way, I think we can afford to putch a tent or four or five to provide shade while we and the animals stoke up on water and then we can set up a plan of action before nightfall. Based on what I heard when we were released, and what I have just seen, it is not likely we need to fear immediate pursuit. Our lost night of revelry has set in motion a fast series of events that requires closer inspection and discussion, no?"
“You know for a Rogue,” Davian says with a grin, “you are quite wise. You are right! We are surely far from the Oasis of the White Palm and need not fear the Sultan’s men. It seems those same men probably killed these bandits to provide us with these very supplies so someone in the Sultan’s service is friendly to us, hopefully we will find out some day.”
After they check out the entire small oasis and find no markers stating it’s owning tribe or clan, Davian offers some information.
“Back in the Sultan’s tents,” the cleric relates, “I learned from some of the elders about a place called the Desert of Desolation. It was once a land of an ancient civilization but is not an abandoned place filled with evil and undead creatures. It is said the one time rulers here defied the gods and were punished”
“Not knowing where we are and how far to the Oasis of the White Palms,” he continued, “we will have to find some way out of cursed land as soon as possible.”
“Since we have enough tents for everyone,” he gestured to the gathered supplies, “I suggest we set up those tents and get out of this sweltering heat. I for one still have need of time to recover from the night I cant seem to recall. We should move the water and perishable supplies into the tents to shade them. As for the mounts, maybe we can use one of the tents and string it to some of the palms to provide them some shade.”
"While you all settle in and make ready for whatever you will, I'll try to skin-shinny up one of these trees to see if I can see something of interest or use to us." Webb moves to the tallest of the palms to attempt to do just that.
“Good plan,” Davian says as he pulls out one of the tents and begins to set it up and follow through with his suggestion to set up a day camp so they can sleep during the hottest part of the day and travel at night. He will of course suggest they also set up a watch for every two hours.
Posted on 2008-12-02 at 00:47:33.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Disappointment..
Biotechnica Facility; Northernmost Building – Northeast of Night City – March, Saturday 14th, 2020, 12:09am
Mae was disappointed at not finding any explosives, he sure could have used them if he ran into more trouble, which he was sure to before this was over. He did pocket the security card, never know when that might come in handy getting out of this place.
Rolling out of the alcove to create a low fast-moving target, he came to his feet and was advancing towards the corner when he happened to glance at the door next to the third dead guardsman and saw it the number of the door, 12b. He changed direction quickly slamming his shoulder into the doorframe hard.
He peered into the room keeping his .44 automag into the room as he covered the hallway with the Arasaka handgun he had picked up. Empty? It shouldn’t be! Croaker wasn’t here. Had they moved him, or had he never been here to begin with. Maybe the Netrunner had been wrong, or maybe the info in the computer was false, on purpose maybe.
He cursed then looked towards the corner ahead and then glanced back the way he had come. He didn’t know where Croaker was, and to continue on without that knowledge, he might just be wasting time. Looking again at Peacekeeper’s lifeless form and Bullseye leaning against the wall, he made up his mind quickly.
With a last look at the corner ahead, he moved back to where Bullseye was and covering the corner he checked to see if he was alive. If he was alive, Mae would tuck the Arasaka into his belt and heft the man up onto his shoulder and then head out of here as fast as he could the Automag in his right hand. If the man was dead, he would take off at a run back out following the way the others should have gone.
He was praying for a miracle that they would get out of here, he was silently cursing the loss of life they had incurred in a failed attempt to rescue Croaker. Peacekeeper, Bullseye, and who knew who else might die before this night was over. He hated losing and right now he knew they had lost, he only hoped he lived to get over it.
Biotechnica Facility; Northernmost Building – Northeast of Night City – March, Saturday 14th, 2020, 12:09am
(Edited to clarify that he did take the security card off the dead suit)
Posted on 2008-12-01 at 02:06:53.
Edited on 2008-12-01 at 12:59:02 by YeOlde
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Topic: The Embodiment - A FUZIONfantasy Game
Subject: Ready to go...
Sna’kti was not happy that they had no information about what he was to face on this quest; he hated going into a situation not knowing what he was up against but then that was often the case.
He studied that map as he finished his meal very quickly; it didn’t seem to matter that the most powerful men in Pardinal were watching him eat like an animal. Wiping his hands and face on the supplied napkin he tossed it atop the empty plate and washed down the last remnants of his meal spilling half of it down his chin.
“Scouting does sound like the best I might be able to do alone,” he said setting his mug down and standing up, “if this thing is as powerful as you say.”
Leaning over the map he studied it further, “I will need a small copy of this map and since I am on official kingdom business, I would like a writ stating such so that if I need aid along the way I will have the authority to request and get it.”
Lord Ontzlere gave a slow, calculating nod. “So be it. While we don’t expect you to set off tonight, I would appreciate word the you’d left Portua by first light. The sooner we can put this concern to bed, the less the King has to concern himself with the matter.”
At mention of the King, Sna’kti looked at the old man; he knew the King was indeed old, but he didn’t know the man was as infirm as he looked. Glancing over to Lord Ontzlere and lowering his voice so only the Lord could hear him he said, “Is the King unwell? He doesn’t look good to me.”
Could that be concern in his voice; he had never met the King before but he had heard much from Gen in their travels. Seeing the old man seemingly ill
(Reply)
“I will leave as soon as the gates open at first light,” Sna’kti said as he took his copy of the map and the writ, hopefully in scroll cases if not he will ask for them, and tucked them deep in his pack.
His business here concluded he would walk to the center of the room before the King and bow putting his right hand over his chest; straightening he turned to Lord Ontzlere and nodded.
“I will do my best, your Lordship.” He said with a slight smile, or maybe a sneer; he didn’t know what it was but he didn’t like this Lord Ontzlere and didn’t trust him. But he would take this mission because he was bored and he needed the money.
He would leave the Palace and head back to his tavern where he would pack the rest of his belongings, get a good nights sleep and be up and at the Southern Gates ready to exit as soon as they opened at first light.
He would head South towards Visden, alternating between jogging and walking when he needed to rest. Sna’kti didn’t ride horses for several reasons: one his people didn’t have horses so they also ran everywhere, and two, horses were naturally afraid of Kazari them smelling like predators.
(See Question about travel time in Q&A section)
Posted on 2008-11-30 at 21:12:54.
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Vatta
The Sgt. appeared a be a bit miffed at Vatta’s words, justified or not. He responded to Vatta as she turned away. “We didn’t arrest her, we detained her until we could find out for a fact she was what she said she was. The Drow have been causing lots of problems lately. It was said they were behind the most recent coordinated attack of Eventide. That you people helped us with."
Vatta flipped a coin on the bar for her drink and turned her head slightly at the Rider’s reply, she grunted slightly and said softly just loud enough for them to hear her, “Dragging someone around in manacles, against their will…. Sure sounds like arrest to me.”
Taking her drink she takes a sip and then adds, “It is a moot point now.. Since she is gone.”
“I agree with Brianna,” she continues, “you obviously showed her that she can not receive justice at your hands and has fled… it still shows no sign of guilt on her part.”
She turned back to the bar concentrating on her drink. Vatta guessed as well that the drow didn’t go far and was probably outside as well, she didn’t intend to walk out, like so many others had done, it might make the guards suspicious and they might follow them to the drow. She intended to sit here and delay the Riders with her criticizing of their methods of detaining and their erroneous definition of Arrest.
Posted on 2008-11-30 at 17:39:05.
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Topic: The Embodiment Q&A
Subject: Another question..
.. hopefully an easy one.
How long is the trip from Portua to the Visden? I see a scale on the Pardinal Map (it says 40 but 40 what?) and how fast can Sna'kti travel per day on foot?
Ok that is two questions but who is counting? 
Posted on 2008-11-29 at 19:04:32.
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Topic: Pharaoh Q&A
Subject: hmm
.. I think you did just ask... 
Posted on 2008-11-26 at 00:55:33.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Retribution!
Biotechnica Facility; Northernmost Building – Northeast of Night City – March, Saturday 14th, 2020, 12:08am
MDK slide to a stop kneeling next to the dead guardsman in the mouth of the short hallway on his left. Since all the visible guards had gone down, he used this opportunity to do a tactical reload of his Automag using the hallway as cover. He drew out a full mag and dropped the partial mag in his hand and then slammed the fresh mag into the gun all with the same hand. Tucking the partial mag away in case he needed it later; one never knew when every last bullet would be needed.
As he did that he turned his head to glance back and check on the location of Peacekeeper and Bullseye; the grin on his face beneath the mask faded as he looked just in time to see Peacekeeper fall dead to the floor. He had caught a look at her face and seen the blood bursting between her lips just before her face hit the floor hard; he had seen enough death to know she was dead before she hit the floor.
Glancing further up the hallway he saw Bullseye leaning against a wall; he looked dead and right now he didn’t have the time to check. He spotted Lightning peering out from the far corner and he quickly considered their options. Making a sudden decision he waved to Lightning in a ‘get-back’ gesture.
“GO! GET OUT OF HERE!” He yelled to him, “WHILE YOU STILL CAN!”
If you can, he thought! By now the alarms had alerted the entire base, but if they got back to the upper levels maybe Jack’s Net runner could work a miracle and get them out of here. At least some of them might live through this night; Mae didn’t think he would be one of those but he wasn’t going to go out easy.
He turned back to the body he was kneeling next to and search it and take any weapons or ammo. He was hoping that these guys might carry some kind of explosive device. He prayed for some grenades, what he wouldn’t give for a few frag grenades.
As he searched the body and took whatever he found, he kept and eye and ear on the corner where he had been heading. If nothing had come around corner by the time he was done, he would get to his feet and then rush the corner ready to blast anything that came around it. He intended to reach the corner and then look around it and down the long hallway ready to instantly engage anyone he saw.
Peacekeeper was dead but he had set out to help her get her man back and he was still going to try. If he didn’t then the woman’s death would mean nothing. He had admired tenacity and willingness to die for what she believed in. Mae had risked his life for money, but never had he risked it for an ideal or a person. He wondered what that was like.
Biotechnica Facility; Northernmost Building – Northeast of Night City – March, Saturday 14th, 2020, 12:08am
Posted on 2008-11-25 at 01:17:35.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Croaker has croaked?
Croaker and Peacekeeper down? Bullseye maybe too! Not a promising outlook here! Hmmmm.... since it is about 20 mins till Croaker is killed, then my guess is the rest of us arent going to make it either since that would probably be enough time to save him.
Ah well.. might as well go out in style. 
Posted on 2008-11-25 at 00:20:40.
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Topic: Pharaoh
Subject: Justice....
"Gentlemen," Artemis said, "if I may interject. I fully agree that we need to find out who is behind this and why. But I feel bound to point out the obvious: we have been promised death if we return, and the Sultan's forces greatly outnumber us, which leaves them in a position eminently capable of fulfilling that promise. As we now have gear and provisions, might it not behoove us to explore the area and see what we might find that would be of use to us in this endeavor?"
Gammius just smiled, leaned up against one of the trees that were here and watched in amusement at Melias fustration. He chuckled and finally made his voice heard.
"I say we should just get the hells out of here and try to get back to some other civilization besides this sandy death trap of a place. I know a free ride is nice and everything, but maybe we should just get out of here before anything really serious goes down. It's not everyday we get to leave with out lives on such a lucky break after all."
Davian turned and glared at Artemis and then chuckled at his response, “Artie,” he said in an amused tone, “you wound me! I have no intention of marching back there and being placed under arrest and then, hanged, fried or whatever else they mentioned as punishments.”
“But we cant find out what happened out here in the desert,” Looking around at all of them, “We must find a suitable place to get out of this accused desert and then investigate what has happened. We have been falsely accused of something. I do not believe it was the Sultan behind this, but that snake of a Visier is not beyond such deceit. I am sure you all have noticed his cold treatment and open disregard for us since our arrival. If he is up to doing this to us, what danger might the Sultan be in from this man.”
“I do not seek revenge,” He said shaking his head, “I seek justice. If we let ourselves be falsely accused of crimes where will it end? Our reputations to ourselves, our Gods, and the people we aim to help are in jeopardy. If we let things like this happen, no one will trust us and we will not be able to freely go about and help those that require it. We must fight for our Honor, for Justice, and for the good order of things.”
“Melia,” Davian said as he turned to look at her where she stood silently checking out the supplies on that pack animal, “what are your thoughts upon this issue? Do no be silent, lass. Your opinion carries much weight in this group.”
He smiled at her reassuringly, knowing how she often felt overlooked by the males in the group. Davian had a great respect for her; she was a warrior and a good one at that. Her being a female didn’t affect his judgment or her abilities or her intelligence.
Posted on 2008-11-24 at 15:00:58.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness Q&A
Subject: Riddle
By trying to run past the two attackers, Riddle will open himself up to an attack of opportunity by one or both of them.
Also, you have to consider the fact that it will separate him from the rest of the group. It will take them the entire round to pull Alea back up the cliffside so Billy and Thor will be able to aid him.
Just FYI.
Posted on 2008-11-23 at 15:59:23.
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Topic: Pharaoh Q&A
Subject: hmmm
Mine isnt a spoof... I dont think so? :-/
Posted on 2008-11-23 at 15:51:48.
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Topic: The Law of the Garbage Truck
Subject: The Law of the Garbage Truck
One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport.
We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy; and I mean, he was really friendly.
So I asked, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!' This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck.'
He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets.
The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so...... 'Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't.'
Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it.
Posted on 2008-11-23 at 00:57:03.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness
Subject: Another problem...
Location: Under the Grey Mountains
Date/Time: Day Nine – Afternoon
Alea heals Riddle enough that he begins to come around; he looks around wondering what had happened. The last he remembered was standing in front of Siliwen as the Shelnak leader was bearing down upon him. He still hurt from his injuries and though he couldn’t see it the burns on his face and body would leave scars which it seemed the healing magic couldn’t completely eradicate.
(Riddle is conscious and able to move though he is still injured but only in a minor way.)
Once they determine that Siliwen has gone over the edge of the cliff with the Leader and one of Thon’s dwarves warriors, they all gather there and come up with a plan to lower Alea over the edge to look for Siliwen.
Thon manages to communicate, through gestures and shouting, that they cant stay here too long because the Shelnak or others maybe back soon.
Working quickly they link several lengths of rope together and wrapping it tightly around Alea, lower her over the side of the cliff. She finds the cliff face very slick with moisture from the nearby falls.
After lowering her over 100’ down the slippery slope, Alea finds something snagged on a outcropping of rocks. Swinging over to it she recovers a torn piece of cloth the same color as Siliwen clothing. Looking around she can see hardly anything as it is getting darker and now she can barely see anything beyond a few feet. There seems to be no bottom that she can see and no sign of Siliwen.
Above Billy and Thor are anchoring the rope while Thon, Riddle and the last dwarf warrior keep an eye out for trouble. Suddenly Thon gestures back up the ledge; coming from the direction that they entered this cavern there is a small group of large bulky creatures. Looking like some kind of hairless apes, these creatures have gray skin, and long muscular arms. Three of these creatures come out on the ledge and stop and start pointing at the group. They turn to each other and appear to be conversing about what they will do; then one of them turns and runs out of the cavern back they way they came. The other two turn to the group and begin to cautiously move towards them.
Thon taps Billy and Thor and gestures for them to get Alea up and then shouts in Thor’s ear, “We .. ave to get out … here!” Gesturing for them to get her up and that they should head up the ledge towards where the Shelnak fled, Thon and the other dwarf move off towards the newcomers apparently intending to stall them while they tend to Alea.
Posted on 2008-11-23 at 00:20:15.
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Displeasures...
As the Drow and Flame disappeared Vatta smiled a little but it quickly faded as the guards turned to them wondering what had just happened. She didn’t want the guards thinking she had anything to do with the Drow’s escape.
But knowing you folk I will tell you that we caught a Drow lurking about at the edge of the Cormanthor 1/2 days ride west. We were taking her to Asbenford. She kept saying she was a cleric to Eilistraee but we had no way to prove it, so we were bringing her in. Only my horse went soar so we were slowed. We decided to come here and with till morning.
“So just because she is a Drow that makes her subject to persecution?” Vatta asked raising an eyebrow and letting her displeasure leak into her voice. “It is such hatreds that cause wars such at the one you now find yourselves in.”
That said, Vatta turned away from the Riders and walked over to the bar, “You should find proof of wrongdoing before you arrest someone.”
She turned her back on the Riders, containing her anger at the situation. She ordered a glass of elvin wine and tried to calm herself as she waited for her drink.
Posted on 2008-11-22 at 23:40:45.
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Inquiries...
Vatta stepped into the Inn and appraised the situation; she could help but over hear the Drow’s words and after hearing the conversation with the Riders she stepped forth and hailed them.
“Guardsmen!” She said softly but firmly to get there attention, “What seems to be the problem here? What charges does this Drow face?”
She was curious about this because it sounded like they were detaining the Drow just because it was a Drow. Being an elf she knew racial prejudices and hated them and fought them whenever she encountered them.
When Xuor and Brianna entered she nodded to them as she waited for the Riders to answer her.
Posted on 2008-11-22 at 00:44:08.
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: New arrival...
Vatta took a step out the door and watched the riders come into town. She noted the ‘prisoner’ as the riders took him from his mount and guided him into the Inn. Her keen eyes noted the color of the hands and an eyebrow went up.
Her keen ears overhear the words in Drow; she smiled slightly at the ‘prisoner’ words:
“Let me go! Insolent People. Do you know who I am? Be damned by Eilistraee!” The best she could make out.
As they dragged him inside, Vatta turned to Xuor and Brianna and after getting their attention motioned them over to the door. Once there, she told them what she had saw and overheard.
“I’m going to see what is going on.” She said as she left the blacksmiths and went over to the Inn.
Entering, she looked around for the new arrivals; Drow always interested her. She had many dealings in the past and knew some drow and the mention of Eilistraee piqued her curiosity.
Posted on 2008-11-21 at 02:25:18.
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Topic: The Guiding Light
Subject: A time for battle...
Varuna jumps up from where he was helping to secure the unconscious pirates as he hears the sounds of attackers rushing out of the tents; it was a trap! His rise came just in time to take a crossbow bolt in the shoulder which spun him half around and knocked him off his feet.
Wincing in pain he struggled to prop himself up on one arm and reached into his belt pouch with the other. His fingers quickly found a small iron nail and drew it forth. Holding the nail out in his right hand, he quickly mumbled his prayer to Lysora and pointed the nail at a group of four pirates rushing out towards them.
The spell complete, he prayed to his goddess to ‘Hold’ the group of four pirates bearing down upon them. Varuna couldn’t believe that they had been caught completely off guard by these vicious pirates; obvious their plan had not been as good a one as he had thought. Then again, what did he know about tactics? He was a healer and hated fighting, he just hoped that they had not thrown away their lives in a futile attempt to stop these evil men. He for one was not going to give up so easily, even if he had to resort to killing to stop the evil that these men had done.
(I am sure you realize that he is casting Hold Person on a group of 4 men attacking them)
Posted on 2008-11-21 at 01:45:51.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness Q&A
Subject: Posting Sat
I have been waiting to see if Dragonmist was going to return to post but he hasnt been around and he hasnt responded to PMs. I will give it till Sat night and then I will update.
Posted on 2008-11-21 at 01:08:16.
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Topic: Pharaoh
Subject: The Cleric
Davian Shieldheart the Glorious, Hero of the Second Rank, Priest of Heironeous of the Holy Order of the Supernal Topaz Defenders, opened his eyes and squinted against the sun; shaking his head he looked around and frowned at what he saw. Armed men all about, the Sultan’s men, and they didn’t look friendly.
Looking down he saw that he was still wearing the finery from the celebration last night; but it was now tattered and dirty. He didn’t understand what was going on; last he remembered they had been at the celebration and he had been eating and drinking, but only a little. He didn’t imbibe too much alcohol as it left the mind slow and feeble.
Rising to his full height he checked out the others and seeing them as confused as he but apparently unharmed. He thought briefly of his new companions, they had gone off in search of some staff in a lost tomb and somehow they had been whisked away to this location deep in the desert. All had not been bad though; they had become guests of a Rich Sultan of these lands and even chosen to help him with their bandit problem. That is what the celebration had been about: they had just returned from dealing with these bandits that had been causing such trouble for the Sultan. So, how had they would up here. He was glad that they at least were all still alive and together.
His head jerked up at the sound of crossbows being readied; he glared at them wishing for his weapons so that he could make them pay a great price for this treachery. He focused on the man walking up to the group with a scroll which he opened and began to read, rather loudly; why did his head hurt?
He listened to the charges they apparently faced: Camel races? Harem Girls? Drinking Games? Female member spreading rumors among the wives? Well at least he knew to whom that charge was directed since they only had one female member; but he hadn’t thought that Melia would do such a thing. None of these charges sounded like anything he would do, even if he were drunk which he never got drunk; although, the fighting part, maybe that might have been him. He did love a good fight, though to start a conflict in their guest tent after they had been so graciously welcomed, never could he do such a thing.
Why didn’t he remember what happened? Had they been drugged? He remembered eating and a toast to their mission and then…. They must have been drugged, so that meant they hadn’t done those things; so who was accusing them of it? Couldn’t be the Sultan, the Visier then; that pompous ass, he must have seen them as a threat and cooked up these lies to get rid of them.
Therefore, be it decreed that said persons are banished from our lands. Any attempt to reenter will result in immediate execution, with choice being death by hanging, death by fireball, death by lightening.”
What? They were going to let them live? Hmmm? That must be the Sultan’s influence, surely the Visier would want them dead. But then again, turning them loose in the desert was equivalent to a death sentence.
The soldier rolls up the scroll and tucks it back in his belt. He steps a bit closer and leans down to re-tie the laces on his boot. As he does, he whispers to you, so only you can hear him.
“I must follow orders or risk death to myself and my family. But I cannot leave you to die in the desert. To the east, beyond these dunes there are the horses and supplies of five bandits. Take what you need, travel by night, sleep during the day. May Osiris guide you to safety.”
He gets up and rejoins the ranks. “Take your possessions and leave us now!” he says loudly.
Davian’s glare faded somewhat at hearing the man’s words; apparently they had made some friends among these people. For the man’s sake, Davian only nodded slightly and then continued to glare with a look of hatred.
When they were allowed to move to their belongings and dress, Davian stripped away the tattered remains of his celebration finery. His well muscled body glistened with sweat in the sweltering heat as he began to don his armor, weapons, and other belongings.
In mere minutes, his outfit was complete; silver chain mail adorned his large frame, a basinet helm sat atop his head covering most of his shoulder length wavy dark hair, a fine blue cloak with silver trim and a silver lightning bolt on the back hung from his shoulders, and gauntlets of blue with silver trim and the same lightning bolt emblazoned on the back of the cuffs covered his hands completed his ensemble.
His armament consisted of a medium shield, with the same blue and silver color scheme and the lightning bolt, set upon his left arm; a long metal tipped spear rested in his right. A long sword hung in it’s scabbard on his left hip and a large battleaxe hung from his belt on the right.
Hoisting his backpack upon his shoulders, Davian turned and continued to glare at the crossbowmen as the rest of the group finished with their preparations. When they moved out towards the east, he hoped the man had been telling the truth about the bandit’s horses and supplies; it not their chances of survival were slim.
Arriving at the oasis, Davian checks out the mounts and chooses one of the largest horses as he will need a strong one to bear his weight. As he makes sure the mount is sound, the saddle straps are tight, and the bridle is in good shape; his thoughts wander to his faithful mount that was left behind when he was dropped into this desert land. “Charger” had been his Heavy Warhorse and had carried him into battle many times and they had always emerged alive even against overwhelming odds.
Snapping out of his revere, he completed his review of the mount, supplies, etc. and turned to the others with a question that had been on his mind since they had been cast out.
“What are our plans now?” He asked in a deep, authoritative voice, “I think we have been set up here. I think we should go back and find out the truth. Justice must be served.”
Posted on 2008-11-21 at 01:02:37.
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Topic: The Guiding Light Q&A
Subject: Sorry
.. as I stated in another post.. sorry for the delay... my youngest daughter got married yesterday so I have been busy.. I plan to get caught up tonight and tomorrow.
Posted on 2008-11-20 at 15:35:36.
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Topic: emybear out....(Now: RDI Staff Parent Mocking)
Subject: hmm
Grounded her eh? 
Posted on 2008-11-20 at 15:34:06.
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Topic: Pharaoh Q&A
Subject: Plan to post soon.
.. I had a daughter get married yesterday so I have been a little busy the last couple days. Now that that is over.. and she is off my hands... ..I should be able to post tonight. Sorry for the delay!
Posted on 2008-11-20 at 15:33:11.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: The Professor
Emmett’s Bar, Beylix, Newhouse - 11:20 am
“First glass is on the house Mister. What brings you around here?”
“Why thank you maam.”Andrew said as he took a sip, “Just passing through really.”
“You get many crew members from passing ships in here?” he asked the barmaid, “I’m looking for passage.” He says with a shrug and a handsome smile. Sipping the whiskey he tries not to make a face, he has had better and worse.
“There is always something leaving around here. Some of them can actually fly too.” She says and laughs heartily. “The Port Authority updates about four times a day, you can check with them. I have a link upstairs if you’d like me to show ya.” She says with a less than subtle overtone.
“Maybe later sweetie,” He said with a wink as he walked away with his drink towards the poker table.
“Mind if I join the game?”
The men look at each other dubiously until Andrew produces the credit notes from his pocket, then the tension drains away easily. “Surly can.” One of the men answers. “I’m Darryl. This here is Bobbie and over here is my brother Doug. Playing straight draw if that suits you. Where you from stranger?”
“I’m sort of a wanderer,” he said as he picked up his cards and looked them over, “right now I’m looking for passage on a ship.”
He calmly looked at his hand, his face a mask of indifference showing no emotion; Andrew wasn’t a pro but he had a great poker face.
“I open for 10 credits.” he said sliding his money out there along with his ante.
After everyone had called, or raised (he will call any reasonable raises); he would throw 2 cards away, “two please!” (Throwing out the seven and the deuce)
As he looked over his new draws he attempted to strike up a conversation, “So are you gentlemen all from Beylix?”
Posted on 2008-11-19 at 01:46:21.
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Topic: Pharaoh Q&A
Subject: ok....
Excellent start.. but I have to know...
Whereas one member did chase the Sultan’s harem girls through his tents, holding a pair of silver tongs and screaming ‘Piranha Attack!’
Whereas another did organize a drinking game with the Sultan’s personal bodyguards that left them too drunk to fulfill their duties.
Whereas another female member did spread rumours among the Sultan’s wives of the ideas of personal freedom and rights.
Who did what?
Did we really do these things they accuse us of?
Posted on 2008-11-19 at 00:32:41.
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Topic: Pharaoh Q&A
Subject: YEAH!
Cant wait!
Posted on 2008-11-18 at 15:22:00.
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