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Topic: The Erstwhile Adventures of Vatta Silestia
Subject: Realizing it has been too long....
Vatta was thoroughly enjoying her dinner of Roast Pheasant, spiced potatoes, fresh corn, fresh baked bread with honey, and washing it all down with some very fine Elvin wine. She looked around the lavish dining area as she ate and smiled at her situation. Here she was in the finest Inn in town, dressed not as a thief but in a woman’s fine gown sporting a long traveling cloak with hood. She figured that in this disguise in this place, no one would ever think to look for her here.
She had been laying low since her ordeal at the Van Grabel house and the killing of the mage. She had returned Masterson’s journal and collected the second half of her large fee. The man hadn’t even blinked at turning over the gold to her since he was so happy to have his journal back.
She had immediately gone and got cleaned up, and while she was washing she came up with the plan. She went out and bought some fine clothes, fit for a noble woman, and checked into the most lavish Inn in Westgate, The Blais House in the Trades ward.
She had given some story to the Owner of the Blais House about how she was the daughter of a Noble man from some far away part of the nation. Some place most people had heard of but was too far away for most people here to have visited.
For the last two weeks she had been living it up, indulging in fine food, fine wine, hot baths, fine clothes which she went out and bought occasionally to keep up the appearance of a young woman in the city to shop. She had used her disguise equipment to again change her hair color to golden blonde, and to add some makeup judiciously to hide her Elvin heritage. It was hard to hide the shape of her eyes, but with the right makeup most people didn’t get a close enough look to notice. Wearing her hair loose and down covered her Elvin ears most effectively, though when she went outside she always put the hood of her cloak up for added concealment.
Vatta’s plan was to sit back and hide where no one would find her and enjoy some of the fruits of her labors until the heat was off. The battle with the mage had been harrowing and she had been lucky to have lived through it. Remembering how it ended, she reached into a pocket inside her cloak and drew out the large emerald that had saved her life. Keeping it low in her lap so no one else would likely see it, she smiled as she looked at its many green facets. She had thought to sell it for it was surely worth a lot, but she began to think of it as a lucky charm so she kept it close.
Putting the emerald back in her pocket she returned to her succulent meal. The pheasant was mouthwatering and juicy, the potatoes and vegetables were tender and flavorful and the wine was superb. The fine food, wine, clothes and accommodations were something she was not use to experiencing. But the last two weeks here had shown that she could get use to this lifestyle.
In the time she had been here all had been going according to plan, until today.
She watched the man enter the dining room of the Blais House. He was a well dressed man, but not the typical noble types she had seen before around the Inn. He was a tall human male, handsome in a way, with long dark hair he kept pulled back behind his head. His clothes spoke of money but the chain shirt and longsword beneath this cloak spoke of someone expecting trouble or here to cause it.
She continued to eat appearing to enjoy her food while he walked across the dining room looking at all the assembled diners. Since it was late in the evening, the room was only about half as full as it had been about an hour ago. As the man walked about the room, Vatta slipped one hand down beneath her cloak and withdrew a dagger from its hidden sheath and placed the blade on her lap under her fine cloth napkin. She returned to eating making it look like she was uninterested in the man but watching him out of the corner of her eye.
Vatta saw him as he spotted her and made his way across the room to her table. She tried not to tense as he approached but she couldn’t help but wonder if her ‘vacation’ was at an end. When he walked up to her table and stopped across the table from her, she looked up at him with a look of wonder on her face and raised and eyebrow and offered him a faint smile but said nothing. It was usually the gentlemen who would initiate the conversation with a lady.
“Good Evening Milady,” He spoke with a deep and almost entrancing voice. Vatta liked his voice, it was strong and friendly sounding, but she reminded herself that she couldn’t let herself be swayed by a pretty voice.
“Good Evening Sir!” She replied in kind, giving her voice a soft, helpless quality which she hoped would imply that she was just a simple nobleman’s daughter.
“You are the thief known as Vatta,” he said to her with a faint smile on his lips as he looked at her appraisingly, like she was some prize mare that he was intending to buy.
Vatta took offense at his gaze and at his words; how could anyone know her in this guise. She had been very careful and no one she knew on the streets knew she was here. She managed to conceal her surprise by feigning offense at his words.
“Thief?” she exclaimed, “You are mistaken Sir.. you obviously have me confused with some harlot off the street.” She turned her gaze down to her wine glass which she picked up with her left hand before continuing with her disgust.
“I will forgive your ignorance this time,” she said as she raised her glass towards her lips, “but leave immediately or I will summon the guard.” She concluded by taking a drink of her wine and not looking at him again. Yet she kept him in her sight and saw out of the corner of her eye as he moved to slowly come around the table, pulled out the chair on her right and sat down.
Lowering the glass he looked at him with incredulity as she sat the glass down and with her right hand raised the fine linen napkin to dap the moisture from her lips and waited for him to explain himself.
“Pardon me, Milady,” he said with a hint of sarcasm, “but I know who you are and what it is that you do for a living.” He grinned at her, he actually had the gall to grin at her.
Lowering the napkin again to her lap she turned her steel gaze once again to look him square in the eyes and leaned forward slightly to look closer at him.
“I will say it once again,” her voice now as steely as her gaze, “you have the wrong person.”
The man’s grin broadened as he started to speak again and then suddenly stopped; looking down he saw a long dagger protruding from under the table, the tip resting between his legs was poking him ever so slightly in the crotch of his soft leather pants. The grin left his face as he froze and raised his eyes to her again, his eyes now filled with a mixture of fear and anger.
“I have men in this room,” he said between clenched teeth as if afraid to move too much lest the dagger penetrate further, “with the snap of my fingers….”
“And with the flick of my wrist,” Vatta interrupted him with a small grin, “I can change you into a gelding.”
The man started to sweat as he remained still and kept his hands over the table, his eyes casting furtive glances down to the dagger pressed into his tender area. Looking back up at her she guessed he had decided against any rash actions that might make her carry through with her threat.
“My Master would like to hire you,” he said cautiously, “he heard about the job you did at Van Grabel’s and how you took care of his pet mage.. may he burn in hell.” Vatta noticed how his eyes narrowed when talking of the evil mage she had killed, and the man’s offer of a job sounded sincere. She let him sweat for a few long seconds then withdrew the dagger and tucked it inside her cloak.
“Lets say… perhaps I was this ‘thief’ you were looking for,” she asked with a grin, “would this job be worth a lot of gold?” She knew that she had just blown her cover but then again this man wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“That depends on what you think is a lot,” he said as he wiped beads of sweat from his forehead and eased his chair back about a foot from the table, “but I assure you that it will be quiet sufficient I am sure.”
Vatta pondered the idea of another job so soon, sure she still had gold left over and was enjoying her time off, but she had been feeling bored lately.
“Ok, what is the offer?” she asked.
“You will have to come speak to my Master,” the man said as he rose to his feet, “he has a house not far from here.”
“What is your Master’s name?” she said rising and straightening her cloak to hide her gear underneath and proceeded to follow him towards the door.
“Jonas Gorrath,” the man replied as he lead her out of the Blais House.
Vatta paused a second as she went out the door, then recovered and follow the man up the street. The Gorrath Family was well know here in Westgate, they were not as wealthy as the Ssemms’ or the Guldars’, but they were wealthy enough. She had to wonder what job a rich merchant would have for a lowly thief; she smiled to herself thinking she would soon find out and perhaps she could afford the rich lifestyle after all.
~To Be Continued~
Posted on 2008-04-15 at 19:22:54.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: A villian? ~Evil grin~
I might like to play a villian for awhile... at least till he gets spaced by the crew 
If you have any ideas lets discuss them in PM... I have one I will bounce off of you later. 
Posted on 2008-04-15 at 16:06:35.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Ziv.... reporting for duty..
Still here and still interested! If your up to it then lets do it! 
Posted on 2008-04-15 at 15:59:38.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: guilt?
I am not trying to cause any guilt Alacrity.. you offered me a spot but now that the Pilot is back I don’t think the Rocinate needs two pilots, or two PR people.
The crew seems pretty complete right now, so I will contend myself with reading the excellent roleplay that is to come.
I am trying to convince Skari-dono to pick up his game soon.. if we get a couple more players there could be two Serenity games on here. That would be great!
Posted on 2008-04-15 at 13:35:34.
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Topic: Chat?
Subject: Because ....
...it's fun!
Posted on 2008-04-15 at 00:56:47.
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Topic: Chat?
Subject: hehe
~Throws a smoke grenade into the chat~
Come on... break it up!
Posted on 2008-04-15 at 00:11:57.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: It is good...
.. to see this game rolling again.. I look forward to reading it daily! We ned a good Serenity Game going on here.
Posted on 2008-04-14 at 23:25:55.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: A No Fly Zone...
The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:14pm
“Tick tock, people,” the media said by way of bringing their argument to the end. “Tick tock. We’ve all expressed our opinions…barring MDK coming back with some miracle; what’s the plan, Croaker?”
Mae wasn’t on the phone long, he returned to the table just in time to hear Digital Scribes last words. He dropped back down in his seat and shook his head.
“No dice,” MDK said as he picked up his drink again, “my few meager contacts cant come close to anything that would be useful.” He didn’t bother apologizing since he hadn’t really made any promises about anything.
“So if nobody comes up with anything aerial,” he adds, “it looks like we might just have to do a ground assault.”
The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:14pm
Posted on 2008-04-14 at 01:41:50.
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Receiving of items ... Apologies...
“Anybody have any objections to Vatta's choice of items,” hearing none, Brianna turns to her “They are all yours. Vatta use them well." Brianna gives a quick laughs at that.
“Thank you I will try.“ Vatta said and with the approval of the group takes the items offered her: Cloak of Arachnida, Hand Crossbow +2 (seeking, speed), Masterwork Thieves’ tools, Masterwork Climber’s kit and finally the Heyward Handy Haversack.
With these items she is content as she feels her contribution to the mission thus far was not as great as it could have been. She was not a warrior and though her bow could wreck some serious damage upon an adversary from a distance, her other skills were where she differed from the rest of the group. So far, her help was limited to being another combatant, something in which she was far from excelling. She would not say anything aloud but inside she felt she had not lived up to anyone’s expectations thus far.
Cerric accepts the ioun stones and thanks Brianna for the gifts. He places them around his head and watches them spin. Looking to Vatta he smiles, and then laughs, placing his hands on his hips and striking a superman pose. "What do you think, yonder lady... ist thou impressed by my swirling stones?"
Eyeing Cerric in the slightly ludicrous pose she laughs aloud, the laughter drifting on the air like musical notes, “Aye good sir, one could hardly be anything else but impressed by your visage.”
Highnar halfway up the stairs headed to his room, his mind elsewhere, realized the companions had yet to rent any. Turning once again to move down the stairs, his embarrassment now even worse, he made his way towards the bar where he ordered his first stout beer.
Her laughter dies as she spots Highnar come back down and heads directly to the bar where he begins drinking.
“Please excuse me Cerric,” she says turning back to the Priest, “I need to apologize to someone.”
Rising she leaves the table and heads over to the bar and slips onto a stool next to the dwarf, “Mind if I buy this round?” she asks looking at him a faint smile upon her lips.
(OOC: Response if any)
“I fear I need apologize for my laughter earlier,” she says to him softly, “it was wrong of me to find mirth in the appearance of you with the stone horse. What I did was wrong and the hurt I have apparently caused you was unpardonable and unconscionable and I beg your forgiveness.” She bowed her head to him waiting for his response, her sorrow at the pain she has caused him written upon her entire countenance.
Posted on 2008-04-13 at 03:27:41.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Aboard the Charon
Stardate: 2374.09.01
Deep Space Nine - Quark's - 1831hrs
The corner of Mas'Riat's mouth curled into a wry, crooked half-smile. "Then I am eternally grateful that we are not, as you said, among your people because I hardly think two steps is far enough to save them from the stench."
Without stopping, Talon turned his head and looked at her with a raised brow then he laughed heartily at her obvious jab at him. He made no reply to her comment but let it go for now.
She followed him as he went directly to the docking ring where they could board the Charon. On guard at the portal was a security crewman from the ship who snapped to attention when his superior walked up the corridor with a Bajoran female in tow.
“Carry on Ensign Bane,” Lt. Cmdr Talon said as he stopped in front of him and peered at him with an appraising eye, “This here is Lt Mas’Riat.. A new addition to the crew… I am taking her so that she may report for duty.”
“Welcome aboard Maam,” The young officer said to Mas’Riat as Talon practically brushed him aside as he went through the portal leading to the ship.
Inside, he leads her directly to the nearest turbo lift and once she joins him he turns to the intercom.
“Computer, location of Captain Gavison?” He asks and when the computer tells him he directs the turbo lift to that location. While they are traveling he turns to face the Bajoran.
“Might as well get your introductions over with,” he said with a faint grin, “besides I might be able to smooth things over with the Captain regarding the lateness of your reporting.”
Posted on 2008-04-13 at 03:00:47.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness
Subject: Questions.. answers.. and revelations...
Location: Northpoint Road – Leeside Way Inn
Date/Time: Day Three – Morning
“Yes, I would like to sit down and talk with you. As for trusting you, that is something that is earned and I feel now that we can trust you for what you did for the innkeeper.” Siliwen concludes.
Once seated, Siliwen turns to Alacran.“ I will not ask for forgiveness for my lack of trust earlier. I am sure you are wise enough to understand my unwillingness to trust in those circumstances. She cocks her to look him in the eye.“ I dare say very wise.” She adds truthfully without flattery.
Alacran nods to Siliwen with a slight smile, “I took no offense at your lack of trust.. Under the circumstances it was understandable.”
“I assume you brought the healer and from the look of the gem that exchanged hands she does not work cheaply. I appreciate the sacrifice and gesture. However I believe you are a mage not a healer, is that correct?" Billy paused a moment but he already knew the answer. "As such, you have not earned my trust but at least I will say I no longer distrust you."
Looking at Billy he chuckles slightly, “I am a mage yes, and sometimes I cant blame people for their mistrust of magic users…. This shall be one of those times. But the gem was not payment for her services, it was a magical device which would take her home. Something I am sure you would have no interest in.” he says playfully.
“Now, I would now like to accept your help in removing that mark from me that you say draws these evils to us.” Siliwen requests politely. “I also would wish to know how I was marked so and how I or any of us could prevent being marked this was in the future.”
Upon Siliwen asking this Thor will himself at once speak up. “Yes, yes Siliwen, that is a very good question one I hope our new mage friend can answer for us, for I am also very interested in knowing the answer to that.”
“As to how you were marked,” Alacran begins, “it is a spell ability of the Shelnak or even of one of the Dark One’s agents and it would have to be done with close proximity.. A few feet at most. The mark is not easily removed and given the urgency of your mission and the fact that I don’t have the facilities here at hand, I can not -remove- it.”
He shrugged but continued before she could show any consternation , “However I can give you a object which will block the power of the mark and prevent the Shelnak or other Dark One’s minions from tracking you. The mark is no doubt the reason you have such horrible visions in your head. The Dark One seeks to confuse you and make you doubt your mission and even your sanity.”
Reaching into his robe he removes an amulet on a long chain. The amulet itself is a gold dragonette with tiny gems encrusted on it’s surface making it shine and twinkle in the light from the window. He holds it out to Siliwen offering her to take it.
“Whilst you wear this amulet, neither the Dark One or his minions will be able to track you or intrude upon your mind.”
Thor watches Alacran’s face and body as this conversation between Siliwen and himself goes on. Not that he is any genius in deciphering facial or body language but he likes to watch for even the slightest little thing that may give a persons real feelings away, a slight smile at an inopportune time, or a poker face when one is not needed hiding ones real feelings, Thor has played some intense poker games in the past.
The dwarf will see no sign of deception in Alacran’s facial movements or gestures. His countenance seems very reserved at most times but he does offer up a smile now and then as he talks but nothing that seems to him to be of a unexpected or suspicious nature.
“We do know from our conversation with the old woman,” Thor will deliberately avoid using her name, “that these Shelnak he says has marked you are magic users of some type, when she told us of the fiends we would encounter on our journey, I remember she said this about the Shelnak , “The worse are the Shelnak… they are tall thin creatures who are very powerful in natural magic. They fight in small groups and channel their magic into one of their group and make him very powerful.. beware this group and if you encounter them remember to try and disrupt the group.. scatter it and you can break their power.”
“So as far as we know we have not met any of these Shelnak do you have any idea how she could have been marked could they do this from a distance or would they have to be close at hand? Also could you tell us what these Shelnak look like? Would we be able to recognize one if we encountered it? and last could any of us be marked by them?”
Alacran turned his full attention to Thor as he spoke and during his first mention of the Shelnak he noticed a strange look come over the man’s face. When Thor stopped talking Alacran remained silent for a few seconds then with a serious look on his face he spoke to the group.
“This old woman you speak of.. Did she live in a secluded hut in the middle of a grove?”
He asked carefully.
(Assuming someone answers in the affirmative or if there is no outright denial)
“Anya” Alacran says with a sigh, “well at least I know where you received your mark.” He said looking at Siliwen and sighed again before continuing.
“She is an agent of the Dark One,” he said slowly and carefully as if trying to impress upon them the truth of his words, “she may have seemed nice and even helpful but she is no healer though she has such powers to aid in her deceptions. No doubt she marked Siliwen and then set the Shelnak upon you.”
Looking back to Thor he continues, “The Shelnak are tall thin humanoid type creatures with hairless bodies of dark oily looking skin. They have slits for a nose and a lipless v-shaped slit for a mouth. They draw upon a natural perverse and dark magic and alone they are not very dangerous, but in groups they can band together and channel their power through the strongest of them making them a very formidable adversary.”
When he is done he looks at everyone in the group with concern clearly written on his face.
“You may not wish to believe it but this Anya woman is not to be trusted,” he says, “anything she had done for you is to earn your trust so that she could mark you and lure you into a trap.”
“I know why you are here,” Alacran says softly, “I know of the agent that arranged for you to be selected and brought here. I also know that you were told to trust no one, unless….” Slowly he holds out his hand and shows then the back of it, there they can see faintly in the sunlight the same glowing symbol that each of them has upon their hands. He looks at them patiently waiting for their reaction.
Posted on 2008-04-12 at 21:10:22.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Options....
The Red Lantern– Upper East Side – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12,12pm
Mae had been listening intently while he ran the plan thus far through his mind. He liked Croaker’s basic outline and thought it might work.. IF they could get the transportation they would need.
"It seems its bad luck today. Even if I were that good, we're talking weeks to make that kind of deal on the streets. What's worse is even if we get it under the radar, something that could take months, the gas purchases alone would bring us up on the scope of even those corps which we don't have on our six. Alternatively, the rental costs of such a thing, plus the bribe to keep it quiet, would be twice the cost of my other idea."
Setting his phone in the middle of the table Spiff brought everyone’s attention to it, on it was a picture of a high powered custom sniper rifle.
"We could buy one of these outright, and with a bit of work make it untraceable. The advantage here is that even while not looking like a paramilitary organization, we can secure an entrance and exit. What do you think, Croaker?"
Mae raised an eyebrow as he looked at the gun that Spiff showed them on his phone’s display. He nodded, it was indeed a fine weapon something he would love to have but he didn’t see how it helped them when what they needed was a way in.
Ok yeah it’s a good piece of hardware but explain to me how one gun will get us in, much less out, of that facility alive”
Croaker watched as Spiff took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly.
"The sniper can provide cover fire, drop guards at the gates, et cetera. We could go in fast and quiet."
Mae sat back and took a sip of his Scotch reveling in the smooth taste that burned down the back of his throat. He had to agree with Croaker, the fixxer was not thinking clearly, but he kept his opinions to himself especially since the Nomad was laying out the holes in the fixxer’s plan even now.
“So aircar is out, Sniper is out, ok what about a Helo, we grab one at a small field, one big enough to carry 5-6 of us and we go in that. What about you MDK you’ve dealt with the corps, know where we can grab one?”
Mae looked up from his drink to catch Croakers eye, he pondered the idea for a few seconds as if thinking of his contacts, he shrugged before speaking.
“Maybe,” he smiled slightly, “I’m no Fixxer but I got some contacts who might know something.”
He paused to consider and then slowly stood up and very slowly reached into the inner pocket of his long leather duster and pulled out his cellphone.
“Let me make some calls and I will let you know.” Mae said and then flipping open his phone he began to dial as he walked away from the table to talk in peace and let the rest of the group continue to discuss other potential plans.
The Red Lantern– Upper East Side – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12,14pm
Posted on 2008-04-12 at 00:22:15.
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Topic: Q&A: The Return Of The Prodigal Son
Subject: The Return of the Prodigal Pets...
Awwww.. come on! It's a great Idea.. just imagine this....
DM:
SugarMuffin
Players:
DarkAutumn - HotMama
SilentOne - PookiePie
Eol Fefalas - GoobersHunk
Brianna - CandyPudding
Hammer - BooDarling
Nomad D2 – (Ok you have to come up with a name for this one)
Dragon Mistress - Babykins
It could work! Think about it!
Posted on 2008-04-11 at 19:22:08.
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Topic: Q&A: The Return Of The Prodigal Son
Subject: Just a thought....
Good luck on your first DMing experience...
a suggestion for the DM... you should require all the characters be named using the 'Petnames' you came up with for the players... I think it would be fun!
Posted on 2008-04-11 at 17:02:59.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: So it seems.. LOL
Stardate: 2374.09.01
Deep Space Nine - Quark's - 1831hrs
Talon only raised a brow ridge again and then nodded as he turned and headed off towards the docking ring where the Charon was docked.
“I don’t mind,” Talon said as he walked away, “but you should know.. among my people women must walk two steps behind the males at all times.”
She couldn’t see his face to see the grin that was present there; he was curious how his words would affect her. He didn’t expect her to ‘follow’ him as he had mentioned, but he was curious to see the expression on her face or to hear what she would say once she caught up to him.
Talon didn’t know why he felt a tiny pleasure at harassing the Bajoran female, maybe it was that he saw a strange inner strength in her that he hadn’t seen in many among the Federation crewmen. In a way she reminded him of Captain Gavison; he was eager to observe the first meeting between those two, it was sure to be entertaining to the Lyran.
Posted on 2008-04-11 at 16:21:13.
Edited on 2008-04-11 at 16:21:34 by YeOlde
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Topic: Drakehorde: Daggers in the Night
Subject: Pursuit...
Drydoc, The Eye of the Dragon
Marketplace
Febre, Mid day
Tanglefoot did a shoulder spring up onto his feet and immediately regretted it as his head spun wildly for a second. Reaching up he gently touched the spot where the rock had bashed him in the head and looked at the faint bit of blood on his hands. He turned his gaze quickly to the retreating Kobold thief who dared to take his hard earned booty.
“Oh.. no… you… don’t!” he snarled as he quickly gave chase.
Although his legs were not long they were fast and his small size allowed him to dodge nimbly between the throng of people in the marketplace. He hoped his agility at slipping quickly through the masses would give him a little edge on his larger quarry.
‘How dare someone take what was his,’ he thought as he ran trying to keep the Kobolds back in sight. He had worked hard to get that little ‘trinket’ and once accepting a job like this he couldn’t show up empty handed and tell them that their family heirloom had been stolen by someone else. The Brons were sure to think that he had concocted the story in an attempt to steal the statuette himself and sell it for a major profit. They were sure to put a death mark on his head, something he liked to avoid whenever possible.
Tanglefoot wasn’t trying to catch the thief, oh no, he only wanted to keep the kobold in sight and maintain a distance that he could follow him. If he had the chance he would stay with him till he thought maybe he was safe and slowed down, then the Halfling could hide and try and follow him discretely and maybe catch the thief unaware out of sight of the general public. Afterall, he couldn’t very well confront him on the street; it might attract the attention of the city watch and then he would have to explain how he came into possession of so valuable an item himself. No he wanted to follow this thief and deal with him the way all such things were done between their kinds, privately and deadly.
(OOC: Short post I know.. but it is kind of conditional on whether or not he can keep the fleeing thief in sight.)
Posted on 2008-04-11 at 16:19:10.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness Q&A
Subject: Another Post alert
I plan to update my post tomorrow... so if you havent posted and want to then please do so before Friday evening... Thanks!
Posted on 2008-04-11 at 00:08:03.
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Topic: GASP! Is that Eol?
Subject: The wise one...
~GASP~ The Great and Powerful Eol!?!?!? We're not worthy!
Welcome back... so now that the festivaties are over... get posting! 
Posted on 2008-04-10 at 21:00:38.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Talon
Stardate: 2374.09.01
Deep Space Nine - Quark's - 1831hrs
The Lyrans words hit her like phaser fire and she turned, smiling that pale false imitation of a gesture, and hesitated. "I'm not used to this," she confessed. "It's been a long time since I was part of a functioning society."
Lt. Cmdr Talon laughed uproariously and had to set his glass down to keep from slipping the remaining amber liquid on himself.
“You apparently don’t know the Charon,” he finally said, “it isn’t your typical Federation starship… it’s Captain and crew is .. unique!” He grinned as if to say that she would soon find out what he meant.
Rising to his feet, he swept up his glass as he did so and downed the last part of it in one gulp. The glass now empty, he turned and threw it hard to smash into the wall behind the bar causing the bartender there to duck and yell in surprise. Talon just laughed figuring they should be use to him by now as he always did the same thing after drinking, it was a Lyran drinking custom.
“Put it on my tab,” he told the bartender as he turned and walked over to her as she stood there looking at him. He stopped and looked at her in return, his yellow slit eyes regarded her for several long moments in silence, the mirth of earlier gone. It was as if he was trying to see deep into her soul, just standing there looking into her eyes.
“Like I said Lt,” he finally said all hint of laughter and amusement gone, “I think you will do fine aboard the Charon… you’ll fit in nice with all the rest of us misfits.” He grinned slightly.
“Now I must be reporting back to the ship,” he said as he turned and started to walk out of Quark’s but paused and turned back to look at her.
“When do you plan to report for duty LT?” He asked her raising a brow ridge in query, “I wouldn’t want you to be in more trouble your first day by reporting any later than you already are.”
He tried to keep the grin off his face, knowing that she might be angry if he knew that her orders said she wasn’t to report till tomorrow by 1000hrs and he had only been playing with her earlier when he told her she should have reported this morning. He wondered what the Captain would say to her if she reported early but apologized for being late. He looked forward to seeing the reaction as he planned to be there, which was why he wanted to know when she would be reporting; he didn’t want to miss it.
Posted on 2008-04-10 at 14:06:30.
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: hmmmm..
alot of action going on in this adventure.. sure wish my character was in it... :-/
Posted on 2008-04-10 at 00:37:40.
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: hmmm...
I wonder.. am I in the 3rd group or the 4th group? What is so hard about bringing in a Halfling.. they are always getting into trouble.. it writes itself
Seriously… No problem.. whenever you get around to it he will be there..
You call THAT an evil laugh… come on.. put your gut into it..
Posted on 2008-04-07 at 16:44:34.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness
Subject: The storeroom....
Location: Northpoint Road – Leeside Way Inn
Date/Time: Day Three – Morning
Alea bows with deep respect to the cloaked figure with the cloak bearing the symbol of Corellon Larethian., her own silver symbol hung about her neck a thin styalized cresent moon with the intricate floral design work into it. “My Lady Priestess,” her melodic elven fills the room, she know the least level the Priestess had to be, so she framed her response for honor one who was well above her in the hierarchy of Corellon, “I am Alea’isilimaren ver Elorinvae’al (Alea’isilimaren of Amberwood), which is not of this world.”
The hooded head turned slightly and though the upper part of the face was still shrouded in shadow, Alea could see the smile that graced the thin beautiful lips and a lock of silver hair that had fallen down to lay alongside a face of the smoothest golden tinted skin.
“Vedui', Saesa omentien lle (Greetings, Pleasure meeting you),” came a voice as pure as honey that floated through the room and seemed to hang in the air like a musical note.
Alea then turns to Alacran and in common, “Sir, maybe I should have held to my first assessment of you, but we were warned to trust few and after what we have already been through, my comrades were less inclined to trust you.”
As Billy appears, she turns to him, “Be at peace, the Barkeep was healed by a Priestess of Corellon Larethian.”
Alea sees not only Billy coming up next to her but all of the others; Riddle looking cautious with his hands near his weapons, Siliwen with her face set in a mask of concentration which spoke of her readiness to cast a spell at any second, and Thor his usual look of grim determination on his face. Billy has an unusually passive look upon his face considering his disdain for magic and their users. Obviously they had all seen the ‘supposed’ dead innkeeper being carried out of the room and had came forward wary of what the room might contain.
Crowding behind Alea as she stood in the doorway, the others were able to look in and see Alacran standing a few feet in front of Alea, a slightly amused look upon his face and a smaller cloaked figure whose hooded face was turned slightly to regard them all. They all saw same partial face as Alea had seen and the head nodded slightly to them all and then slowly and smoothly turned away to gaze out the nearby window of the storeroom.
“You must forgive the Lady,” Alacran said softly with a faint smile, “she is a bit shy around strangers.”
The group can’t be sure but it sounded like a small snort of amusement came from the hooded figure at the window but she didn’t move or make any other sign that she had even heard Alacran’s comment.
Alacran raised an eyebrow and turned his head slightly to look at the figure then turned back and addressed the group.
“I am sure you have all sorts of questions,” he said, “but please grant me one minute.”
Bidding them to stay there he walked over to the window, standing next to the woman he leaned forward and said something and the hood nodded slightly. Reaching in his robes he withdrew something and handed it to her; the item looked like a large multifaceted gem (about 2” dia) in a golden setting of strange design. The figure turned to Alacran and took the gem and handed him something small in return; they did not see what she handed to him.
“Diola lle, Arwenamin (Thank you, My Lady)” Alacran said softly to her almost a whisper but any who understood elvin could discern what was said, “Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au' (My heart shall weep until it sees thee again)”
“Lissenen ar' maska'lalaith tenna' lye omentuva, Heruamin (Sweet water and light laughter till next we meet, My Lord)” the sweet musical Elvin voice came again, the last note hanging on the ears of the listeners.
Alacran turned back to face them and the hooded woman turned her face to the group and nodded slightly, “Namaarie (Farewell),” she said softly and then looking down at the gem she still held she touched something on the setting at it’s base and with a flash of white light she vanished.
Alacran walked up to the group, his smile from earlier had faded with the departure of the Elvin Lady.
“Well… would you like to go and set down and talk?” He asked with a wry smile, “or are you still not willing to trust me?”
If they agree, he will take to out of the room and down the hall and through the kitchen towards the Common area. The sounds of celebration and happiness come from the stairwell leading up to the owner’s private quarters. Obviously the innkeeper’s wife is glad to see him alive again.
Taking them into the common area they see that everyone else has gone leaving the entire room to them for the time being. He leads them to the largest table where they can all sit together and he sits and gives them an inquisitive look waiting for them to speak.
(No post from Dragonmist so I will just post a general -goes along with the others- post since there isnt any action.. which is probably boring for the dwarf anyway )
Posted on 2008-04-07 at 16:38:39.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Departure...
Stardate: 2374.09.01
Deep Space Nine - Quark's - 1830hrs
"My mistake," she said softly. She rose and smoothed out imagined wrinkles in her uniform. The playful, mischevious spark had died and was replaced by a cold automaton. "Have a pleasant day." This was difficult. She focused her eyes upon the door, and willed her feet to move. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Lt Cmdr Talon stopped his laughter and his grin faded as he wondered if he had pushed the woman too hard. Bajorans were not that far from human and though he thought them made of sterner material than most maybe he had been wrong about this one. He watched her rise and look as if she were struggling to leave the room.
“LT?” he said sternly, in a commanding voice, if she paused and looked at him he would smile only slightly, the most non-threatening gesture he was capable of, “don’t worry… you will do fine!”
His smile broadened a bit as he continued, “I’ll be there to make sure you don’t screw things up.”
He picked up his glass again and watched her, seeing if she left or stayed, his eyes studying her demeanor. He had a feeling that she could handle whatever this mission might bring, but he had been wrong in the past, only time would tell if he was mistaken this time.
Posted on 2008-04-06 at 02:11:26.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Amusement at her expense...
"When are we supposed to report to the ship?"
Lt Talon eyed her and smirked as he leaned forward on one elbow to look her directly in the face.
“Who is this -We-, Lt?” he half snarled.
Reaching down to his belt she might have thought he was going for his phaser at first, but he came up with his small, alien looking PADD, he tapped the screen with one talon and scanned the information. A slow smile came to his lips at something he saw and looked up at her.
“Seems you were due to report at 0900 this morning, Lt.” He stated then laughed uproariously. Everyone in Quarks looked around at the Lyran as it was rare when the large furry creature laughed and when he did it usually was bad for someone.
“The Captain may have your guts for breakfast when you do decide to report,” he said when he finally got his laughter under control.
Talon finally regained his composure and looked at her, the amusement still shining in his large yellow feline eyes.
“Well Lt,” he says softly, “hope you have a good excuse for this dereliction of duty.”
Posted on 2008-04-05 at 00:17:21.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness Q&A
Subject: Where everybody go?
What.. three days and not one post? Everyone bored of the adventure already? 
Posted on 2008-04-04 at 23:48:33.
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