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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness
Subject: Help indeed...
Location: Northpoint
Date/Time: Unknown/Early Morning
"Hello. We are looking for help for our friend. He was injured by one of those horse-man things. Seems to be all stiff from poison. Ben brought us here and said maybe you could help." The rumble in Bily's stomach reminded him of another need. "Perhaps brakfast would be a good thing as well."
The Large barkeep pauses when Billy mentions the Nas’ir, “Aye.. Their poison is nasty and can kill in time.” Wiping his hands on a towel he turns and heads back to the bar as he yells out, “Helg… come out front.” He takes his apron off as he steps behind the bar. A swinging door next to the bar opens and a large plump woman comes out, “What be the racket?”
She spies the body of Riddle laying on the table, “What’s this?.. Ya cant be laying on me tables now… we got beds for that?” Before any of the party can speak the barkeep interrupts her as he heads back towards the party, “Hush now! They were attacked on the road. I need to take the injured man to see the old woman.” His voice betraying some apprehension about their destination, “You keep the bar while I am gone.”
His wife stammers at him, “You no business going to see that old witch, just tell them where her place be and they can take him.” The barkeep shook his head as he came over to Riddle. “There may not be much time.. don’t worry I wont go in. Just do as your told woman.”
With that Thor jumps off his horse and quickly ties it to whatever there is and going around the wagon he grabs Riddle out of the wagon and follows the rest into the tavern.When they walk inside ‘The Carousing Pony” they see a typical common room for a Tavern with about 5 round tables and a bar that will seat about 8 patrons. Inside they see only three patrons at the moment all at the bar. Thor will take Riddle to one of the tables and lie him as best as he can across the thing. Then he follows Billy as he approaches the human bar keep and speaks to him.Hello. We are looking for help for our friend. He was injured by one of those horse-man things. Seems to be all stiff from poison. Ben brought us here and said maybe you could help." Thor decides to back up Billy's statements and add a couple of his own. He figures that humans here are most likely the same as where they are from and love the sound of money. Yes sir those strange beasts just attacked us out of nowhere. Our friend was grievously injured when the man called Ben Alscok came along with his wagon and offered help. As my friend here has said he told us we might find help for him here or you would know where we may find help, and of course we are more than able to pay for any services we may require.
Once finished speaking with the man from behind the bar Thor will, while waiting for the human to say if there is help to be found, speak to the rest of the group. I know we need to get help for Riddle as quickly as we can and I will see to it, but we must also keep our own stregnth up so I suggest we grab a second table there and also refresh ourselves.
Turning back to the bar keep I am quite sorry sir in our rush to find help for our friend I have forgotten my manners, extending his right hand towards the human My name is Thor good sir, the rather large fellow there is Billy, the two lagies are Alea and Silwen and our wounded friend is Riddle.Now what do you say about help for our friend.
Thor walks over to the table he laid Riddle on and where Silwen is probally still cradling his head.Reaching to the next nearest table Thor will (unless it is fastened to the floor)pull it up next to the table with Riddle. then to the rest of the group Please lets all sit and relax while we wait for help I am going to order up some food and drink we can all use it.
Once again he speaks with the bar keep. While we wait for help the rest of our group needs food and drink do you have a server who may help us.
if the answer to the server is yes Thor will wait for him,her to come if the answer is no he will speak to the bar keep either way here is his speach. our group is quite hungrey and parched being new in town I don't know your menu maybe you could just see that each of us gets a good meal of what you usually serve at this time of day or whatever you think is your best meal. I would also like a large mug of your best ale and then each of the others you will have to ask what they drink.Then just to make sure they believe they can pay for all he is asking for Thor will reach into his hidden money pouch and retriving a gold piece press it into the hand of whomever he is now speaking with, either a server or the bar keep himself. Just a little token of our appreciation. So please get some help for our friend as fast as you can and then bring us some food and drink I thank you. With that he will go up to where Riddle is lying on the table and place his hands over the mans chest to see if he can tell how deeply he is breathing from the rise and fall of his chest.While doing that he looks back over his shoulder at Billy. Hey Billy there is nothing more you can do right noe at least untill some help arrives He hope that the bar tender is either sending someone to get help from nearby or knows someone here in the inn that can help and is getting them. Why don't you come over here and pull up a seat and take some weight off those tired feet of yours a good breakfast will do wonders for the way your feeling right now. Now depending on what the bar tender has done since Thor has spoken with him If they could see him speak with anyone and then see that person leave he will assume he has sent for help and will also relax and take a seat by Riddle. If the bar keep has only dissappeared say into a back room or such Thor will try to stay with or at least as close to him as he may he won't try to follow him into private areas of the inn or anything like that. If he has gone into the back or some other room Thor will go and stand at the bar itself and wait for his return. Also if a server has appeared to take their order and he is at the bar he will order a mug of ale at the bar also, and wait.
Helg nods to their request for food and drink she moves to the bar as she yells out, “Lyssa, Sara, come out and help we have hungry guests.” Two young and very attractive women exit from the kitchen, one goes to the bar to take drinks as the woman Helg pours them and the other woman comes to the table to take their food orders, “I am Lyssa, we has some fresh venison, spiced potatoes, vegetables, fresh bread and honey.”
Siliwen waits for the others to come and pick up Riddle before she gets out of the wagon. Taking up her blanket and folding it neatly. She turns to Alera, "Perhaps you can get the horses stabled while the men carry Riddle in, would you mind?" Siliwen hurries to take her saddle bags off her mount, perhaps she can see if any of her herbs or medicinals may help Riddle.
Siliwen then follows Thor and Billy into the inn. Once inside they move to set Riddle down on a table she hurries to lay out the blanket to give Riddle some comfort.
Quickly Siliwen proceeds to check Riddle out and see how he is doing as compared to earlier. She has monitored him throughout the trip but the bumpy ride made it hard for to her to detect any real change in his condition.
With a gently hand on Riddle's shoulder she tells him, "We have arrived at a town ane are trying to get you help." Siliwen hopes he can at least hear her if not at least feel the gently pressure of her hand as she sought to comfort him.
Silawen finds Riddle unchanged, he still appears to be breathing, as anyone who checks him closely can tell, though it is shallow and slow and it worries her. Though she doesn’t get any response from him when she speaks and touches him, she gets the impression that he can feel and hear her and is comforted by her actions. She can only guess at how scary it would be to be paralyzed like this and perhaps close to death.
Alea takes the horses to the stables. The the stableman she gives instructions, "Please, loosen their girths, and give then water and a light feeding of grain. I do not know how long we will be here."
This done she takes her saddlebags and goes back to see what she can do for Riddle.
Alea finds the stable boy who takes their horses and ties them up, he listens intently to her directions and nods. “It will be a silver a horse,” he says, “more if you be staying longer.” He starts to tend to the horses while she heads inside. She arrives just in time to watch as a large man talks to the group.
“You will have to carry your friend,” the barkeep says to Billy and gestures to Silawen and seeing Alea walk up he nods to her as well, “you two should comes two.” Looking at Thor ordering food and drink he adds, “Your dwarf friend should stay and eat since his stomach seems more important than his friend here.”
“Bring him!” He motions to Billy and heads out the front door of the tavern.
(Assuming that Billy carries Riddle with anyone else who goes along.)
Heading down the stairs into the street he leads them straight across and past the building with the Sign out from with a Sword and Shield, in the window they see suits of armor and weapons on display.
He hurries them past the building and up a small trail through the grass, a trail that angles aaway from town and towards a corpse of twisted trees several hundred feet from town. They notice that none of the farmhouse around the town are close to these trees and the plowed farmlands go around this area as well.
He is rushing so fast that none of them have a chance to ask him anything before they reach these trees. He stops short of them and stands their looking silently. When the group reach him they see the trees are tightly packed together, almost as if they are growing out of one another. Their branches all intertwined, their roots mingling, they cant at first see a way through it.
The barkeep finds his voice, “Through their you will find the old woman… she has a cure for the Nas’ir venom… she has helped others here before.” His voice is filled with trepidation and trembles slightly.
“Be warned… she is strange and she has magic… many here call her a witch.. But she helps many and harms no one who doesn’t deserve it.” He points towards the woods. “You will find a trail just there.. Follow it to her cabin.” He turns to leave them, but stops and adds, “Speak before you enter though.. Otherwise she might be in a foul mood.” He grins slightly, “Come back to the pony when you are done.” He leaves.
Approaching the spot he pointed to they do find a trail that winds back into the woods and following it slowly it leads to a clearing in the center. The light of day shines down through the clearing and brightens the area showing a small cabin surrounded by growing plants. As they draw closer they see all manner of strange plants and herbs, some unrecognizable and strange to look upon.
The Cabin has two windows in the front and a single door, and smoke rises slowly from the only chimney to one side. It is dead silent in the clearing, no wind, no birds or insect sounds greet them. Only the sound of their feet upon the green sward greets their ears as they approach the cabin.
Posted on 2007-12-31 at 05:22:28.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness Q&A
Subject: Posting Time
I will be posting on Sunday probably in the afternoon... so if you have not posted yet to RoD please do so by then. Thanks!
Posted on 2007-12-30 at 00:19:00.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Fury!
Stardate: 2374.09.01
USS Charon – Captain’s Ready Room – 0910 hours
“Operation: Persephone.” The view screen behind him flared to life showing the details. “That’s our next mission. Star Fleet has teamed us up with a Steamrunner Class that should be arriving within the next few days. The Charon will be in top shape by then, all personnel accounted for. There will likely be a short delay while the Cerberus--the other ship—restocks, and the cloaking device is installed on the Charon, but I’ll have all systems in order and all personnel ready to depart before the Cerberus is in port. If that means requisitioning additional personnel from DS9, so be it. Just make sure it happens.”
Lt Cmdr. Talon’s expression gradually grew darker as he read the details of the mission.. His claws slowly scratched into the top of the table leaving furrows deep in the surface. He didn’t like what he saw.. This was a suicide mission… chances of success were slim to none that they could succeed with so small a force. His ire was growing the more the read…. he realized the Capt was talking directly to him and his head came up to look as he listened.
“Lt. Cmdr. Talon, You’ll handle gathering intel on ship operations through the sector. I want to know what we’ll need to expect once we’re through the wormhole. Get with Flight and plot a practical course. We’re going to be lead once we go through as we’ve been there before. I know the captain of the Cerberus and he’s a brilliant tactician. He’s also got the balls to compliment our operation, so let’s make sure we have the information in hand that will help us with the mission.”
He nodded and gave a faint grunt of acknowledgement as he went back to the details. He couldn’t believe it.. Romulans here aboard his ship. He would sooner gut them and toss them out into space then let them set foot on board his vessels.
“Talon, your responsible for the security detail that escorts them. I’ll also want you working with Operations to secure all vital systems. Those Romulans are our first threat as far as I’m concerned. We’ll not allow them a chance for sabotage.
Yes he would see to it personally .. That was sure… he began typing in notes to his PADD about limiting the Romulans to only the number needed to install the cloaking device.. Full time security to oversee each and every one of them.. He would personally watch over the operation from the moment they stepped on board to the time he blasted them into tiny bits and ejected them into space.
Gavison took a deep breath, looking very much the part of an ogre. “Gentlemen, I have every reason to believe our mission has been compromised before we’ve even launched. It is up to you to make sure that we’ve recovered before we enter that wormhole, because once we’re on the other side…well, you all know what kind of chance we have of correcting a problem as large as that without endangering the mission objective. Any questions?”
Talon immediately jumped to his feet leaning on the table his claws threatening to make the gouged furrows even deeper as he growled” Captain! Romulans about this ship? Is this necessary? I thought Federation engineers had been working with Cloaking devices for year.”
(Room for reply)
He growled his frustration as he slumped in his seat, “I do not trust them…. I will demand they only have the number of personnel they need to install the device.. I will personally attend to the security details.. and I will blast the first one that even ‘hints’ at stepping out of line.”
(Room for any further reply)
After the meeting he stalked down the hallway tapping on his PADD, actions to attend to… Securing all vital systems… … Have his best intel men report to the XO for assignments… Contact Flight to go over course and review charts and intel of the mission area.. Etc.
He continued to scan the mission details on his PADD and the info about the USS Cerebeus… he paused suddenly in the hallway almost causing a junior crewman to run into him, seeing it was the hulking Lyran Security Officer the crewman restrained from any comment and beat a hasty retreat.
A growl began in Talon’s chest and it grew and grew until it became a roar echoing down the hallway. He whirled and stalked down the hallway, now cleared of personnel by his bellowing and headed to the Captain’s Quarters. (assuming that is where he went after the briefing, if not he will find him through the computer and barge in there).
Barging into the room with the Captain without annoucement, he bellows out at Capt. Gavison, “A KZINTI! … The Cerebus has a Kzinti onboard!” He manages to get out through his rage. “I would sooner have an entire ship of Romulans than a Kzinti onboard!” His rage overcame him and he began to rage in Lyran becoming incomprehensible to the Captain. Talon paced through the mess that was strewn about the floor of the Captain Quarters apparently unaware of the items he was further destroying in his ire.
Posted on 2007-12-27 at 02:27:44.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness
Subject: NorthPoint - Arrival
Location: Road to Northpoint
Date/Time: Unknown/Early Morning
I thank you for the offer," Alea nods and smiles to the man to allay his fears. Billy, Thor, will you please lay Riddle in the wagon. Silwen, keep his face in the shade or the sun will blind him, I will get something to create a shade over his face."
Alea goes over to her horse and pulls a blanket out of her saddle pack. She returns with it and hands it to Silwen to arrange as she goes back to get the spear she had started to fashion and lays it in the wagon.
Ben nodded and smiled to Alea’s friendly words and held the horses still while the group put Riddle’s stiff body in the wagon. He got on the seat and held the horse reins waiting while the group gathered there horses.
Billy helped place Riddle in the wagon and then walked alongside the wagon on the trip. As they traveled, Billy asked a question of the man. "What are those horse-things? They acted like we owed them something or that they were superior to us in some way."
Ben seemed to shutter when Billy asked him the question, “Those are the Nas’ir .. we do not speak of them.. they are evil and they kill most people that encounter them.” He glanced around from his wagon seat looking for sign that they might return.
Alea goes to her horse, saddles and bridles him and then she tacks up Silwean's mount and puts the halter over the bridle to lead it while Silwen stays with Riddle to comfort him and keep his eyes shielded from the sun.
When Billy get his answers she asks, "I wonder who is the Na'sir's Master that they mentioned?"
Ben waits nervously as the others are gathering their things and load them in the wagon or their mounts. He gasped at Alea’s words, “The Dark One!” He made a strange gesture in the air and over his heart, looking like a charm to ward off evil, “we do NOT speak of him… his name is known only to a few and those few speak his name only at their peril.” He seemed really anxious to leave now.
As Riddle was carried to the back of the wagon Siliwen remember a saying she once hear that adversity brought to light the fraternity of strangers. It certainly had in their case. Hurrying to her saddle bags she takes out a warm winter blanket and fold it like a pad for Riddle's body to rest on. Siliwen hastened to the wagon to spread out the blanket before Riddle was laid in the wagon, Climbing in with him she settles down beside him.
"I am Siliwen, my injured comrade is Riddle." She say to the driver, "You are very kind to help total strangers. We had only recently arrived in this area and were surprised when we were attack by these creatures who called themselves Na'sir. Everything seemed to be okay until our friend fell stiff as a board. We discovered their poisoned claw, but do not know what to do about this poison as we are unfamiliar with it."
Ben smiled when Siliwen spoke, but his smile faded when she spoke of the poison, “I know little of poisons but I have seen the effect of the Nas’ir’s leg spike before. It paralyses it’s victims and if left untreated the person will die…. I am sorry!” he said sadly as he looked down at Riddle in the wagon, “Maybe someone in the town can help you.”
When the wagon stops and it can be seen the driver looks to be a farmer of sorts Thor relaxes and he puts his weapons away.
Since they really have no other choice they take the man up on his offer. Thor along with Billy carries Riddle to the wagon and lie his body in the back while Siliwen continues to take care of him. Since she will be riding in the wagon Thor will go and retrieve her horse and then rig it up to the back of the wagon so it will follow them.
Once it seems all are ready he will go to his own horse "Lighting" and taking his time he will talk to and in his own fashion reassure his mount that things are alright. He will rub the war horse along his neck and speak softly into the stallion’s ear. As he is doing this he takes the time to make a quick check of all his items and it does seem that whatever brought them here was thorough for all his equipment seemed to be here and intact.
Mounting his horse he rides up to the man and his wagon.
As soon as they were ready he gave the horses a brisk, “HEYAW!” And off they went down the trail until they reached a small road where he turns right and sticks to the road. “It is about an hour to Northpoint… if we make it.” He says, the last part a faint whisper as his eyes scan the area around them for trouble.
Well met stranger my name is Thordinal oldest born son in clan Ironfists. We are indebted for your kindness and offer of help. The first ones we met here where not so friendly. So as they pull out he will allow his mount to walk by the side of the wagon so he may continue to chat with the driver.
So good sir this town you called Northpoint could you maybe tell us a little more about it. Such as what type of shops we may find, if there are any inns or places where we may take lodging?
Ben turned from his driving to nod to the dwarf with a weary eye; something about the dwarf seemed to make the driver a bit more apprehensive, “Northpoint is a small town, not much there but farmers but they do have some shops, one Tavern and Inn where you can find lodging.” He goes back to watching the roads and doesn’t look at Thor again unless spoken too.
Finished speaking to the driver Thor will slow his horse down and drop back to ride near the back where he may speak with Alea and Siliwen in the back of the wagon (a quick description of a dwarf's beard As he rides along his short dark brown hair is curled on his head but his other more obvious hair his beard is long down to about where his belly button would be. The thick dark hair is twisted into three braids each braided quite tight. There are both metal and gemstone decorations in his beard. The bottom of each braid is held by a brightly polished gold ring. At the very top of each braid closest to his chin is another larger polished gold ring. Then directly in the middle of each braid there is a gem stone a different one for each braid. Middle one is a sapphire, left a emerald, right a ruby. Each stone is large enough for a skilled dwarven jeweler to have cut out the middle of the gem so he could run the braids through the gem. They are all highly polished and will be reflecting any sunlight) Now that we have a brief moment to relax it might be a good idea for us to get to know each other a little better and maybe learn a little about each of our skills, since it looks like we may be doing some fighting together. I can actually do more than distract a foe by sitting on my rump Thor chuckles at his own embarrassment, flashing a smile at the two ladies. I think it is obvious that I do most of my fighting toe to toe and up close and from what I saw I think Billy does also. Maybe you both could give us at least a little idea of what you feel your best fighting skills are, if I am not being to forward, and if I am please forgive a gruff dwarf. From that point on Thor rides in silence waiting to see if any of his questions are answered.
As they make their way to the town of Northpoint Thor will make a mental map to the best of his ability of any other roads, or trails he sees that cross or split from the one they are on, he will also note any landmarks that he can such as rock outcrops, thick woods off in the distance, ponds, rivers, you get the idea.
Thor doesn’t find many land marks along the way, only a few wooded areas and some rock outcroppings of which to take notice; mostly just open plains of grass.
Location: Northpoint
Date/Time: Unknown/Early Morning
About an hour later they crest a small rise and see the Town of Northpoint. Sure enough it is like Ben said a small town of a handful of buildings surrounded by farmhouses and fields. It is early morning when the group rides into town and several people are about on the street.
Most people stop and stare at the strange group as they pass. Ben rides the wagon up to a single story building which looks like a Tavern/Inn with a brightly painted sign out front. The sign has two well painted pictures showing a small horse drinking ale and then the same horse strewn across a bed apparently sleeping one off. The artist obviously has talent as the sign is colorful and eye-catching to anyone who looks at it.
“WHOA!” Ben yells to the horse hauling on the reins, once stopped he turns to the group, “This here is ‘The Carousing Pony’ the Best Inn in town, well the only inn in town,” he smiles. “You can get lodging here and ask the Inn keeper, his name is Tyr Svetorf, about help for your friend, tell him what happened and then mention that I brought you in,” he gestures at Riddle, “Best hurry, no telling how much time he has left.”
As they dismount or offload from the wagon they get a look at the rest of the town.
- Across the street from The Carousing Pony, they see a square building with a sign out front showing a Sword and Shield.
- Next to that building they see a mercantile, obvious from the goods sitting outside and the wagons nearby.
- At the end of town is a long building that has a large sign that says ‘Northpoint Town Hall’.
- Coming back up their side of the street they see a small building with smoke billowing from the chimney. The sound of a hammer pounding on metal announces the presence of the town Blacksmith.
- Between the Blacksmith and the Tavern is a stable with a fenced in pen behind it with a couple of horses grazing there.
After they have offloaded Riddle and said their farewells, Ben will pull the wagon away and stop over at the Mercantile while they go inside the Inn.
When they walk inside ‘The Carousing Pony” they see a typical common room for a Tavern with about 5 round tables and a bar that will seat about 8 patrons. Inside they see only three patrons at the moment all at the bar. A large man wearing an apron stands behind the bar laughing at something one of the men at the bar said; he looks up and frowns seeing this strange group enter hauling a body.
“Hear now!” the bartender says coming about the bar towards them, “what be going on here?” His tone is not menacing but it carries a note of concern. He is a large human male with large muscles despite his elderly years (appears to he in his 50s) with several scars on his arms and one on his left cheek. He is a man who apparently has seen some action in the past.
Posted on 2007-12-22 at 00:34:07.
Edited on 2007-12-22 at 00:36:10 by YeOlde
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Logbook
Thanks! I wasnt selecting the ship when I clicked on the logbook link and just got an empty log.. now I got it!
This Logbook is cool! 
Posted on 2007-12-21 at 01:14:35.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Karl Urban as McCoy?
I have to agree it doesnt sound like a good match.. unless they make McCoy a A** kicking doctor!
I can think of at two ways this movie will come off with fans... either it will disillusion fans of the original and make people say, "What the...? This stinks!"
or... people will love it and think, "Man the original should have been more like this movie."
We will see...
Posted on 2007-12-21 at 00:48:48.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Logbook?
Ah.. where can I find this log book for the game? I hae searched but I must be looking in the wrong place. :-/
Posted on 2007-12-21 at 00:38:41.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: ah..
Use the Force!!
Posted on 2007-12-19 at 18:37:22.
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Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: Mummy 3
The actual Mummy 3:Tomb of the Dragon King should come out 2008, all the cast is returning except Rachel Weisz... I was upset about that!
Ian Holm would make a good Bilbo but I too fear he will be too old.. but they could find someone else to play him.. they did well with the other hobbits in LOTR.
Just have to wait and see. 
Posted on 2007-12-19 at 18:36:03.
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Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: ah...
The Mummy was on TV last night and I'd forgotten how much fun it was... the second was pretty good but I was rather disappointed in the third.
Ah... Mummy 3 hasnt been made yet Van. you must be thinking of some other trilogy.
Speaking of trilogy.. I was so glad that they annouced the legal wrangling is over and The Hobbit will be made.. that is awesome. I doubt Jackson will be back because of the lawsuit he had to get more money, as if he didnt have enough.
I like Sam Raimi but if he gets the director nod then we will have to see Bruce Campbell and Sam's younger brother Ted Raimi in the picture. Hope they dont have Ted play Bilbo.. EGADS!! 
Posted on 2007-12-18 at 20:54:19.
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Topic: The Erstwhile Adventures of Vatta Silestia
Subject: The Mage...
Slipping inside she eased the door closed behind her and felt around until she found a candle on the table by the door. In a minute she had it lit and gasped at what she saw; this was definitely the mage’s workshop as all sorts of strange devices and such lay about the tables in this room. There were several tables covered with scrolls, glassware filled with strange colored liquids, bones and skulls – human and otherwise, other unrecognizable parts of strange creatures, books of various sizes, and all manner of things one would only seem to find in a mage’s place. It all had an evil feel to it and she didn’t like being here so she went to work looking for the ledger; the sooner she got out the better.
As she looked through the books she grimaced at some of them, the covers of some seemed to be human skin and touching them made her skin crawl. On the same table as the majority of the books she also found a large bowl filled with gems; some of considerable wealth. She smiled at these and decided that maybe she might make a little bonus on this one, but first the ledger. After digging through the stack of books she was beginning to think that the ledger wasn’t here when suddenly she saw a smaller thin book at the bottom of the pile. She pulled it out and smiled as it had Masterson’s name on the front cover, she flipped open the book and looked inside just to confirm her findings. It was filled with numbers and not magic squiggles and she chuckled softly as she slipped the book inside her dress and beneath one of the straps of her weapon’s harness.
Vatta heard a strange sound which made her pause on her way back to the door, she listened and it came again from the door off to the side which was partially open. She wondered if the mage was in the other room, but the sound was soft and sounded like a whimper. She looked from that door to the main door deciding what to do and in the end her curiosity won out. She inched over to the door and listened; reaching back beneath her dress she drew out her short sword. She reached out with her foot and drew open the door and holding up the candle she peered into the darkened room.
Vatta gasped, inside was a horrific site, a small room which had been transformed into a torture chamber. The walls and floor were covered in blood with only two pieces of furniture in the room. A table containing all manner of knives, hooks and other instruments she didn’t recognize but knew they looked like they were fashioned to inflict pain. The other was a rack of some sort, fashioned of metal and designed to hold a person upright off of the floor, spread out to make it easier for the torturer to access all parts of the victim’s body. All this was bad, but what made Vatta gasp was the sight of the woman spread eagle naked upon that rack, her skin flayed from her body exposing the flesh and muscle underneath, blood oozing from every part of her body to add to the muck upon the floor. The woman appeared dead but a soft moan came from her telling Vatta that somehow she was still alive, though just barely.
“Find what you were looking for did you?” an eerie voice spoke softly from behind her. Vatta whirled and saw the mage closing the main door behind him, he gestured absently in the air and a strange light came from the ceiling to illuminate the room dimly. He wasn’t very tall for a human, middle aged with scraggily unkempt hair; his dark robes almost hiding his body in the gloom of this room. The grin upon his lips only seemed to add to the gloom of the room for it was not a pleasant smile; it was the smile of a torturer who was envisioning his next plaything and all the hours of enjoyment he would draw from that persons flesh.
Vatta saw that he stood between her and the exit so instant flight was not an option and he seemed ready for her to run. She only smiled and chuckled a bit, “Well actually….” She said as she took a step forward into the workshop room again leaving the dying woman behind her, “… I found more than I bargained for here.”
The mage chuckled evilly, “That is often the case when people pry into the places where they are not wanted.” He took another step before her raising his hands.
“Wait!” cried Vatta as if she had something to say before he cast his spell.
The mage paused and raised an eyebrow, “Yes?”
Vatta opened her mouth to speak but instead of speaking she launched herself at him with a cry she hoped would disrupt his casting,
The mage gestured quickly in the air as she took a step backwards to give him another precious second before she could reach him across the workshop.
Vatta’s sword made a slash at the mage’s throat but just before it struck him it impacted some invisible barrier and rebound with enough force to almost wrench the blade from her hand.
The mage gesture with his hand at her and Vatta yelped as something slapped her hard in the chest and flung her backwards into the table full of books which toppled over spilling her and everything on it to the floor.
Vatta rolled to a crouch behind the table using it as cover and whipped out a dagger and raised up and flung it at the mage; it too encountered the shield and bounced off harmlessly. She cursed mages and their cursed spells which blocked her weapons.
The mage lifted his hands and lightning flashed out and struck her before she could duck, the bolts of energy coursed over and through her and flung her back against the wall to lie among the spilt items upon the floor. The dirty dress Vatta wore caught fire in the blast and she screamed out as her flesh was burned along with the convulsions of her muscles as the high current passed through her body.
Vatta barely regained consciousness as she struggled to roll over on the floor to put out the fire of her dress. She rose to her hands and knees and realized that her sword was gone and looking around she couldn’t spot it in the mess on the floor. She could hear the mage chuckling and glanced in his direction as her hands searched through the things on the floor to find something with which to defend herself. She saw him coming closer obviously ready to finish her as his hands began to gesture the complex motions that always preceded a spell. Her hands could find her sword or any other blade but her fingers closed on a small round object and drew it forth.
Vatta looked back to her hand and looked at what she had found, only a large emerald about 2” in diameter; she cursed her luck and turning to look at the mage saw him drawing his hands back to cast something at her, something that would hurt no doubt.
In desperation Vatta raised up on her knees and screamed her rage as she flung the large emerald at the mage with all her strength; the force of her throw spinning her around and she fell upon her back throwing up her hands waiting for the blast of whatever magic was sure to come.
The emerald sped through the air and went right through the invisible shield of the mage and struck him solidly in the throat. He gasped for breath as the gem crushed his windpipe and the energy of the unfinished spell faded away as the mage’s hands went to his throat clawing at it uselessly.
Vatta lowered her hands and watched as the mage clutched at his throat and his face began to turn blue, she looked on in stunned silence as the mage continued to choke and then looked at her with pleading eyes before he slumped forward onto his face. She broke her silence with a faint chuckle and she slowly got to her feet and looked at her body. The brief fire had burned off most of her dress leaving it hanging from her in tatters, leaving her wearing only her undergarments and weapons harness beneath.
She saw the hilt of her short sword sticking out from beneath a pile of books a few feet away, retrieving it she staggered over to the mage and kicked him over with her foot. She looked at his blue face and into his now lifeless eyes and smiled as her blade pressed into his throat and severed his spinal column. Withdrawing the blade she wiped the blade on the dead man’s robes and spotting the emerald she picked it up and smiling slipped it in the harness next to the ledger which was still there unharmed.
She staggered over to the torture room and saw that the woman there had died, she sighed and nodding, “It’s probably best after what you went through.” She said softly.
She left the mage’s workshop and headed back into the main house. The tattered dress was giving her problems so she ripped the rest of it from her body with one hand and tossed it to the floor. She ran into other servants on her way downstairs, they only stared at her; what a sight she must have been wearing only her undergarments and a weapons harness with her singed hair and skin.
She made a stop at her small room in the servant’s quarters to grab another simple dress which she threw over her head before ducking out the back door of the house. She got out of there as soon as possible for by now the racket of the battle had surely been heard by now and guards would have been sent up to the area to find the cause of the disturbance. She wondered if they would go into the mage’s quarters or wait till the master of the house returned to investigate. Either way she wanted to be far from here before the mage’s body was found and his gruesome deeds uncovered.
As she made her way down the street she sighed in relief; her job was completed, she had the ledger and by tonight she would collect the rest of her fee and she would be on her way to a much deserved rest. Yes, a nice long hot bath, some new clothes and a long vacation from danger; she hoped.
~To be continued~
Posted on 2007-12-18 at 15:49:40.
Edited on 2007-12-18 at 16:18:07 by YeOlde
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness
Subject: A trip?
Riddle was scared; he couldn’t move a muscle, he couldn’t even close his eyes which we frozen wide open. He could hear the others talking over him and see them when they moved into his vision. He could feel when Alea tended to the wound on his leg; the wound from the claw of the creature, filled with a poison which paralyzed him completely. Well at least he wasn’t dead but how long would he be paralyzed? He could feel Silawen hold his head as he lay there and talk to him comfortingly. He appreciated her words and attention; it helped to qualm his fear of being like this until he died of thirst or starvation.
After doing all she could for Riddle, Alea went back to Billy once again and with the Blessing of Corellion she healed him again and except for some sore ribs he felt complete well.
Alea then went and found a sapling suitable to her purpose; there were a few but they were widely scattered. She cut one down and sharpened the end and had just made a fire and the end in the fire to harden it.
Billy yelled out, "We have visitors coming." Thor stands ready with weapons in hand as the rider came to a stop.
The man pulls up short of the group eyeing them warily yet curiously. His eyes take in the seen before him and seeing the dead Nas’ir he gasps, “By the gods!” His words are normal common though he has a slight accent which sounds almost like one would hear from sea faring folk. Looking over the party he seems to be deciding whether or not to speak; after a few seconds, having decided, he asks timidly, “Are you alright?”
As the wagon come to where they are, Alea will leave the crafting of her spear and approaches the wagon. "Good sir, would you know of the poison of these beasts and how to counteract it?"
He looks around at the group hesitant at the large hulking form of Billy and the shorter but well armed and no less dangerous looking Thor and seems to be wondering if he should turn and run. But the words Alea spoke seemed to calm his fears somewhat and he hopped off his wagon. He was middle aged but still spry in his walk as he came over towards the group; his gaze passing over the dead creatures on the ground. “The Nas’ir… “ he stopped and glanced around as if afraid at saying their name would cause one to appear. He looked down at Riddle being held by Silawen his eyes compassionate for the man’s plight. He shook his head, “I am sorry but I don’t know anything about poisons but there is one in the town that might be able to help.”
He looked up at all of them and with a faint smile he said, “My name is Ben Alscok and I was on my way to Northpoint and would be glad to take your wounded friend in my wagon.” He looked around warily at them, still not sure what to make of them. “The town is not far and their may be somewhere there who can help you.”
He started to move back towards the wagon, “Come.. bring your friend and I will take you.” He will gesture them to follow him.
(Assuming the party goes)
If they take him up on his offer, once they gather their things and load up Riddle in the wagon, which holds several boxes covered with tarps. He will lead them with the wagon up back down the trail as the sun climbs higher in the sky. Soon they reach a small road and he turns right and sticks to the road. Ben will engage them in conversation if they ask him anything. He seems very friendly and helpful though he still doesn’t know what to make of this strange group.
He will tell them that it is about an hour to Northpoint, the nearest town, “It isn’t much but it is the closest you will find around here.”
(Room for questions and conversation)
Posted on 2007-12-17 at 15:54:33.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness
Subject: A friendly face?
Location: Unknown
Date/Time: Unknown/Shortly after dawn
Billy grimaces in pain with each breath. If he hasn't broken a rib he has certainly cracked one. He will have to bind that to ease the pain in a few minutes. He makes his way to the last, dying horse-thing. After a short pause to ask his ancestors to guide his blade, he takes a mighty swing at the dying beasts neck intent on severing its spinal cord and ending its suffering. "Twas not right that the sneaky mage hit you while blind and defenseless. You are a warrior and should have found your end in honorable combat like your companion. I hope your gods understand and allow you to sit at the table of warriors. I place a curse upon your cowardly leader in your name for leaving you as he did to spare his own life." These words were said soft and low, after the creature has died.
The beast paused in it’s slow movements and turned it’s head towards the one speaking to it and seemed to nod slightly and seemed to wait patiently for the dead blow which ended it’s life. Billy’s powerful blow nearly severed the creature’s large head from it’s body. Its blackish blood soaked the ground as it lay still forever.
As he is speaking he is watching the rest for any signs that they agree or not with him when the ranger Riddle starts to step forward and suddenly pitches forward onto his face. Thor running forwards kneels down at his side and reaches for him. What sort of sorcery is this he is stiff and rigid like stone. Did anyone hear the leader casting any more spells before he ran off?
He takes his time and looking Riddle over for any signs of injury the only thing he can find is a small wound on one of his legs. Did anyone see him get this wound, it's fairly low for a sword strike and looks kind of jagged. Does anyone else feel funny in anyway?
Leaving Riddle's body he gets up and goes over to the beast he had struck last the one he nudged Siliwin away from and starts to look it over looking for how Riddle might have been injured.
Billy was just about to accept the aid offered when he noticed Riddle fall. The others were muttering something about him being like a stone. "Go see if you can help him, my wounds can wait." Billy motioned to wards Riddle. Then he knelt down to look at the spike on the dead horse-thing's leg. If his hunch was right there was poison on the spike.
Both Thor and Billy rush over to the creature that had been battling with Alea and Riddle and examined the large claw that extended from the back of the thing’s leg just above the hoof. The claw is a natural part of the beast and is found on each of the thing’s legs. It is a hard calcium like material similar to the hooves themselves only shaped like a claw curving downward. The tip does appear to be hollow and a drop of a dark moisture can be seen at the tip of the spike.
Billy noticed the metal didn't look quite right, as if it was coated with something. "bah, more cowardly tricks" he mutters to himself. He rose and called to the others, "Careful, the spikes may be poisoned from the look of the metal. Did Riddle perhaps get cut with one?" Having relayed the info he had, Billy took up a guard; watching for approaching danger.
As he is checking out the dead Nas'ir beast Billy also does and he seems to be interested in the hook claw on the back of the creature's hoof. Thor examines it closly trying to tell if it is hollow so it could inject poison or maybe they just tip them before they go out into battle.He will pull a cloth out of one of his pouchs and wipe off the back claws of the fallen Nas'ir.He will then see if he can discern anything about what if anything he manages to collect.
he will then offer the cloth to anyone who thinks they may be able to check it out and find a way to help Riddle.
Billy cried out his findings and Thor collected a small amount of the dark liquid on a cloth and showed it to the others. No one apparently can tell anything from the liquid by sight and can only guess it is some type of poison which seems to have struck Riddle down in only minutes.
Turning to Billy Siliwen hurries over to him with her first aid supplies such as she carried. Just the basics but she knew how to handle those. She could wish she was a cleric right now but she would not what she could to help. "Anyone here a cleric?" she asks.
They had been so shortly a group that she didn't know all their abilities except the most obvious physical ones and the ones they had demonstrated so far in batlle and while camping--not much to go on.
Alea started toward Billy when Riddle fell. She immediately changes direction a look over Riddle. If Riddle is not turned to stone and she thinks his condition was caused by poison, Alea will cut his wound and let the blood flow out, then bind it with a drawing poltice which she will make from mud.
If, indeed Riddle has been turned to stone, she can do nothing for him and will go back to Billy.
"Blessed Corellon, grace me with your healing power." intones Alea holding up her holy symbol and then cast Cure light wounds on Billy.
Then she will go back to Riddle and try to see if there is anything she can do about his condition.
Alea rushes over to Riddle and finds that while he is as rigid as stone his flesh still yields to her touch. He is stiff but doesn’t appear dead to her. His eyes are wide open and when she leans over him she notices that his eyes responded to the change in light when her body blocked the sun from his face. Looking at the dark liquid Thor shows her she can only guess it is a poison that maybe only incapacitates it’s victims. Riddle may not be in any danger, but then again it is only a guess. She administers to his wound which is found on his leg and applies the mud poultice to draw out some of the poison.
She goes over to Billy and with the blessing of Corellon she manages to heal his wounds somewhat though he can still feel that he needs further healing to be back to full strength (Minor Injury).
After Alea leaves him, Billy returns to his vigil over the group as the rest attempt to ascertain if they can do anything for Riddle. He spots something in the distance; a line of dust but not as pronounced as the one from when the Nas’ir. He sees what looks like a wagon draw by two horses headed their way.
(The party has time to prepare if they wish)
Soon a wagon draws near and on the wagon can be seen a man, a simple farmer by the looks of him. He is average height human dressed in simple peasant clothing wearing no weapons. His person and clothing are soiled as if he has already been about a hard days work all though the sun is barely up.
The man pulls up short of the group eyeing them warily yet curiously. His eyes take in the seen before him and seeing the dead Nas’ir he gasps, “By the gods!” His words are normal common though he has a slight accent which sounds almost like one would hear from sea faring folk. Looking over the party he seems to be deciding whether or not to speak; after a few seconds, having decided, he asks timidly, “Are you alright?”
Posted on 2007-12-16 at 03:41:33.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: On Watch ...
Monty lowered his head for a moment while he considered the request. Then, with a quick nod, he switched to the radio covering his entire team.
"I'm going in. The rest of you will remain at ready. Should any shots be fired your main objective is to take these soldiers alive. Understood?"
Lee couldn’t believe the Lt was going to drop his weapons and go in there with those men; in their condition they still might kill an unarmed man. He understood what the Lt was trying to do he just didn’t think it was a good idea to go in unarmed. Not the Lt anyway; if it was Lee then he might have a chance with his bare hands to disarm the men if they got close enough. Under normal conditions he wouldn’t even try that because the two men would probably be wise enough to keep out of close range of anyone they sent in, but if they were drugged or sick with something they who knew…
Lt. Keenan, Sir. May I offer an alternative plan." Inga says over the intercom. "Offer them my services. Medica are usual seen as more neutral personal in any conflic besides I am female. Just an idea Sir."
Then Kane’s voice came on the radio…
“I have to agree sir in that we need to do a Face to Face with these soldiers but I have to point out that as unit commander your job is to stay safe as possible for as long as possible to complete the mission successfully. I have the same thought as the Cpl here that we need to send someone in that is less of a threat to them, but not the Cpl here. As our only medic she is next to you the most important member of this team, to send her in would be a bad call. So let me suggest an alternative that instead of you, myself or the Cpl entering the room we send in W/O Blake. My reason like Johannsen’s is straight forward those men in there have been here a long time and are quite possibly unhinged by whatever has happened here and seeing a women’s face right now may have a calming effect on them. Hopefully at the very least they will not feel as threatened then if you or I entered. Also she is an officer and that fact may help the men inside come forward it’s your call Sir.”
Lee nodded at Sgt Kane’s suggestion, a wise move. A woman would seem more of a threat to men and from what he had seen of W/O Blake he could imagine them thinking her no threat at all. It just might work.
He kept a close eye on Pearson and Hatherford at their stations and occasionally glanced up the passage where all the current action was taking place. He didn’t voice his opinion over the radio but he was silently hoping the Lt saw the wisdom of Sgt Kane’s idea.
Posted on 2007-12-15 at 19:45:49.
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Topic: Peradyse Lost Q&A
Subject: as I said..
you didnt have to change the post DM, I just wasnt sure if I understood the map correctly. I wasnt looking for another shot. The battle is over and that is all my character wanted.
Posted on 2007-12-15 at 19:33:19.
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Topic: The Erstwhile Adventures of Vatta Silestia
Subject: The Search...
Magda looked up from the pot of stew she was stirring and frowned at what she saw around her kitchen. Shaking her head she grabbed a towel and began to wipe her hands as she stormed over to one of the scullery maids. Grabbing the girl by her hair she pulled her away from where she had been trying to light the fire in the cooking fireplace. The girl cried out at the unexpected attack and struggled as she was pulled back and then suddenly dumped on the floor. The girl looked up at the Head Housemaid Magda as she glowered down at her, “Are you stupid?.. don’t you know you dont start the fire with green wood? .. you trying to smoke us out of here?” Magda kicked the girl hard and yelled at her, “Go get some dry ripe wood and get that fire going now.” The girl cried as she got up quickly and ran out the back of the kitchen to fetch the right wood.
The other scullery maid present only glanced over and looked as Magda went back to her pot. Dark Amber eyes watched closely from beneath ill-kept dark hair that partially concealed the girls face. A faint smile came to the lips of the dirty faced girl as she went back to scrubbing the floor.
Soon the other girl came back into the kitchen with dry wood and began to remake the fire as she still sobbed at her mistreatment. The one scrubbing the floor ignored her and finished up her job and after making sure all was right she took her bucket out back to dump it. The girl paused as she went out the door and watched as Magda came around to check the floors to see if the girl did a good enough job. Magda looked up and saw the dark haired one watching her, the older woman shivered a bit under that gaze and then grunted as if the job was just barely satisfactory and she went back to the stew. The girl only grinned again and continued out the back door into the alleyway behind the house.
Magda glared at the now closed door, something about that girl bothered her. She didn’t cower like the other scullery maids when Magda was around them, and though Magda had tried to bully her one several opportunities since she had started here a few weeks ago, the girl didn’t seem to be fazed by Magda’s threats. The older woman had never struck this one; she somehow knew that if she did the girl just might kill her. It was something in her strange Amber colored eyes.
Having dumped the water down the sewer grate behind the large three story mansion, the girl turned and dropped the bucket by the back door and walked around and went in another door to the servant’s quarters. Inside she went into one of the small servant rooms that 4 of the maids shared and smiled when she saw no one else there. Closing the door behind her she slipped out of the dirty dress and tossed it in the dirty hamper. Her lithe body wasn’t what one would normally find in a simple scullery maid; neither were the short sword strapped to her back nor the daggers strapped to her arms and legs. Grabbing a clean dress from the closet she quickly donned it and looked at herself in the mirror.
Vatta straightened her hair and made sure the dress revealed no signs of her hidden weapons. She smiled at what she saw but then the smile slipped away as she looked at her hair. She didn’t like the dark hair she much preferred he silvery strands which she normally kept pulled back out of her way. But she couldn’t have gotten this job in Van Grabel’s household as a scullery maid with the silvery hair and besides the dark mass helped to hide her protruding ears. Her eyes she couldn’t help but sometimes humans had such amber eyes as hers.
Her disguise had worked for the last 3 weeks since she had gotten the job as a scullery maid in the kitchen. Doing all of the dirty jobs the kitchen or house maids didn’t like to do. She didn’t mind and most people never gave her a second thought. So far she had met Van Grabel himself and his wife and they hardly took notice of her; well Van Grabel himself did gaze upon her lithe figure more than anyone even under the large dress that well concealed her athletic form. She had even seen the mage that he worked with here in the house.
The man apparently had a place here in the household, something she had not counted on. She hoped they were just business associates but it seemed the mage had a section of the house to himself and no one was to enter that part of the house, not even to clean it. Vatta had been tempted several times in the last couple of weeks to sneak into that area and check out what the mage was up to here but so far.. with considered difficulty… she had managed to restrain her curiosity.
She reminder herself that she was here for Masterson’s Ledger and nothing more, that was the job she was being paid to do. It was just that sometimes the curiosity got to her and often when it did she found herself in even greater trouble. Besides this was the man who had obviously sent those shadowlike beasts after her and the one had nearly done her in on the roof top. But this time she promised herself she would just find the ledger and be done with it, but so far she had little luck in finding it.
She had search Van Grabel’s office areas and even sneaked into his bedchamber while they were out and search it. Everywhere she could think he would hide it here in his house had yielded nothing of the ledger. Oh she had found his own heavily modified books, but she wasn’t here to steal any more blackmail material, she was just here for Masterson’s Ledger to clear him of the blackmail. The only place she hadn’t checked had been the Mage’s area.
Vatta sighed, and then smiled at the thought that she might have to search the mage’s area after all. It would be dangerous but it apparently had to be done. She thought about the promise to herself, then shrugged, it can’t be helped.
She figured she best go during the day when most of the owners and servants were out of the house on errands or if they were here they were busy with chores. Besides the only one that she expected to find in the Mage’s area would be the man himself. He often went out during the day and if her luck was good he was probably out there right now. She checked her disguise in the mirror again and then took a deep breath and let it out. Best to get it done before too late; the kitchen was getting geared up for dinner in a couple hours so now was as good a time as ever.
Vatta slipped out of the servant’s area carrying a bundle of laundered bed linens as she mad her way into the main part of the house. She went upstairs to the third level where the Masters of the house lived and turned left towards the mage’s area. She didn’t see anyone in the hallway, which was good since anyone seeing her up here and headed to the forbidden part of the house, would no doubt raise the alarm. Van Grabel kept a couple of thugs around for protection; one was usually hanging around the downstairs trying to look like he was doing his job. She wasn’t worried about him but if the mage was alerted it could ruin her operation and weeks of work not to mention threaten her life.
So far so good she thought as she past the last hallway and entered the forbidden area. You could tell by the way the hallway seemed darker here as if the light refused to enter this area. She approached the first doorway and after looking back up the hallway for anyone, she knelt down and began to examine the door. After several minutes she found it, a trap, and a clever one. One less skilled would have missed it and no doubt died for his trouble. Reaching under her dress she took out a pick from where it had been strapped to her thigh, and began her attempt to disarm the trap.
The trap was activated by the door handle, but the trap sprang from the wall, darts no doubt and highly poisoned she bet. Sweating slightly as she worked carefully and silently she jumped slightly at the click and froze waiting to see if the poisoned dart flew. Nothing but her breathing filled the air. She sighed and reached out and turned the knob; locked. Shaking her head she quickly picked it and was soon opening the door with her foot as she peer in from the hallway. Nothing else struck out at her and she couldn’t see anything but darkness from the doorway so she slipped inside easing the door closed behind her.
~~To Be Continued~~
Posted on 2007-12-14 at 16:34:50.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: See....
..told you one of the Star Trek Geeks Squad would clarify things.
Posted on 2007-12-14 at 15:14:28.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness Q&A
Subject: Posting
I should clarify.. in my previous post when I said I would be posting on Sat for the DM .. I meant Me.. not Dragon Mistress though I hope she does post before Sat as I dont want her to miss a posting round.. since she is the Cleric and everyone is calling for one.
Posted on 2007-12-14 at 15:13:48.
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Topic: Garayon - Reign of Darkness Q&A
Subject: Post warning..
I will post for the DM this Sat.. if you have not posted please do so before Sat... thank you!
Posted on 2007-12-14 at 00:26:29.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Romulans...
I think the Romulans are decendant from Vulcans if I remember correctly... hmm.. maybe one of the Star Trek Geek Squad can chime in here to confirm or deny my claim.
Posted on 2007-12-14 at 00:24:48.
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Topic: Peradyse Lost Q&A
Subject: Map Question...
I don’t know if I understand the map like I thought… looking at the last one you sent us.. I thought the red ones were dead and the Black colored ones were still up and fighting… is this correct?
Reason I ask… and I am not complaining here just trying to understand the map… in your last post you said that Vatta didn’t have any targets that they were too far away… Yet she had been firing at the Leader (O3) and then moved to the next black target (O16) only one square away (5’) so I didn’t understand when you said she didn’t have any targets.
If I read the map right… Vatta is the V >20 which means she is 20 ft off of the map to the right.. and the squares are 5’ each.. That means she was approx. 60-65 feet from the Leader and about 65-70 feet from the O16 target.
Is this correct?
Like I said not a complaint about not getting to shoot at anyone, battle is over.. Yahh! I just want to understand the map for the future. Thanks!
Posted on 2007-12-14 at 00:23:15.
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: They all fall down...
Vatta stares through the lengthening shadows and cant make out the last of the targets as they start to run away. She chuckles softly and puts her arrow back in it’s quiver. Slipping the bow over her head and shoulder so it rest diagonally across her back, she drops down off the limb grabbing the branch as she goes to arrest her fall some before she continues to drop to the ground. She lands next to Cerric, one hand clapping him on the shoulder as she uses him to break the momentum of her fall and land gracefully on her feet next to him. She smiles at him, “Good job! Don’t worry, it gets better as it goes along.. If you survive.”
“Come on.“ She says to him as she turns and heads off through the brush towards the others. She searches through the dead looking for arrows, either her own or any the enemy may have brought with them. She has only a couple left and hopes she can salvage some from the dead. As she searches the dead for arrows, she will also keep her eyes open for anything else of value she might find on them. She doesn’t expect much, but she hopes she will find something. The leader is especially her target since he took almost half her arrows and more than likely would have the highest chance of having worth upon him. She will search him good for anything unusual.
Posted on 2007-12-14 at 00:12:22.
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Topic: The Guiding Light Q&A
Subject: Intentions
I kknow Varuna will require that he buy the bodies even if no one else can help. He has to begin atoning for his behavior to his Goddess. Of course he will welcome help as well.
He is distressed at his near vow breaking and so he will let the others decide the party's course of action while he is a bit lost in contemplation.
Side note: As for the newborn, Congrats Van and Al, it has been so long since my kids were that little I almost forget how much fun they are at that age, and how much work. Enjoy them, they grow up fast.
Posted on 2007-12-13 at 01:11:02.
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Topic: The Guiding Light
Subject: Atonement?....
Having regained his calm demeanor, Varuna handed Tal the rope to the prisoner when he returned to the top of the lighthouse repeating his earlier warning, “Perhaps someone else should watch over our captive so he does not come to further harm”.
He turned to head down the stairs and stopped, he looked to Ena’Aranthea and bowed his head to her and said softly, “Thank you.. You saved me as well as him.” He continued on down the stairs saying to the entire group, “We need to see to the burials of the dead.”
Reaching the lower levels where the bodies were now covered with linens from the beds, he nodded that at least others had been doing the right thing while he had been close to breaking his vows. He sighed and when the others came down he spoke softly to them, “We should make pyres for them and burn them but we don’t have the time so we will have to settle for burial.”
He looked at the Pirate captive, all the rage gone from his face now, it seemed passive and serene as if what had happed atop the lighthouse had never been. “Perhaps he can help be put to use in helping dig the graves.”
He will then look around for anything with which to dig the graves, any type of tools or shovels though if he doesn’t find any he will go outside, find a suitable spot away from the shore and begin to dig. He will remove his outer robe and begin to dig a large grave which will hold them all. He will welcome any help, even that of the captive. He says nothing as he digs so intent upon his task.
Once it is complete he will help carry bodies to the grave and help to once again cover it. Once that is done, he will kneel down and taking his holy symbol he will pray to his Goddess, “Lysora, Great Mother of All, please watch over these poor souls, they died violently and needlessly so watch over them on their journey from this cruel world and grant them peace in the afterlife.” He would remain there for several minutes, kneeling with his head bowed and then he would rise, and taking up his outer robe he would walk down to the water to wash off and don his robe again.
Anyone could see that he no doubt felt shame for his behavior, he had desired to kill this man in much the same fashion as he had slain these lighthouse keepers. He felt unworthy of Lysora’s grace and knew that he had much for which to atone.
If anyone disturbs him or tries to speak to him during this time, he will only nod and tell them to make whatever plans they wish he will be ready when the time comes.
Posted on 2007-12-13 at 01:06:06.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Lyran
Stardate: 2374.09.01
USS Charon – Security Chief Office/Quarters – 0845 hours
Lt. Cdmr. Talon had just come from instructing the tactical crews in continuation of their seemingly endless simulations. Overnight he had developed some new simulations that concentrated on the flaws he saw in their operations; timing, angle of attack, recognizing the enemy’s weak spot, etc. He shook his head at the inefficiency of the Federation crews and wondered if any of them paid attention in Tactical School. Such dereliction would not be tolerated aboard a Lyran ship; if you hesitated in combat then any officer would likely rip your throat out and take your station.
But this was the Federation and no matter how much he would like to handle the crew like he wished, such tactics were frowned upon here aboard this ship. Though after the beating they had taken he thought he might once again bring up his ‘suggestions’ to the Captain. Maybe he would look so kindly upon the crew now that they had failed.
Failure, it was you had to call it. Yes they had made it back to DS9, but just barely and in disgrace. It made Talon’s blood boil with anger and if he was any judge of character he was sure that it was chapping the Captain’s butt as well. The Captain was the only human that Talon had ever met that came close to matching a Lyran in sheer tenacity, rage, and violence. He would make a great Lyran Commander; too bad he had been born a human.
Talon picked up his PADD to check his schedule for the day:
- Continue Tactical Simulations - That has been take care of and was underway. The crew had been improving and he had no doubt they would be at an acceptable level by noon. If so he would cancel any further drills.
- Lunch with Lt. Myers – He sighed and wondered how he had let that get on his schedule. Myers always irritated him but yet Jake was the closest thing to a friend that Talon had aboard. The man defiantly talked too much and sometimes, no.. most of the time, it got on Talon’s nerves and he had to threaten to rip out the man’s throat in order to get him to stop. It had never come to that but who knew what the future might hold.
- Senior Staff Meeting – Captain’s Ready Room – 0900 - He frowned, this was unexpected and sudden. He glanced at the time on the PADD screen and with a grunt he tossed the PADD on the desk and stormed out. He wondered what was up; new orders perhaps? Maybe they were going to be given another chance at the Dominion, he grinned and welcomed it. It would not be the same as last time, his crew would be ready.
Stardate: 2374.09.01
USS Charon – Captain’s Ready Room – 0855 hours
Lt. Cmdr. Talon strode into the Ready Room and looked around at anyone else who may have already arrived and offers them a nod of his head, the usual greeting from him. He started to sit down in his usual chair but stopped short and began to pace; the usual sign that he was impatient about something. The pacing usually served as a reminder that his people were feline in nature and everyone had learned by now not to mention that he looked like a cat pacing around waiting for its dinner.
As he paced he thought of what this could mean, another chance at the Jem’hadr? He grinned and flexed his claws as he itched at the chance to even the score. He would continue to pace, as usual, until the Captain came in and told him to “Stop that and sit down!” Captain Gavison was the only one who spoke to Talon that way and he was the only one who seemed to be able to control the Lyran’s violent mood swings.
When the Captain came in and told him to sit, he would sit down stiffly in his chair and lean expectantly on the table and unable to contain his eagerness to know he would ask gruffly almost before the Gavison had sat down completely, “Is it new orders, Captain?”
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