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Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: nice one
Liking the first post: who could the replacement be indeed? Something's rotten on the ship Discovery. No doubt there is more to come and I'm eagerly awaiting that as well.
I have to say, thank you Olan for getting this game underway - it looks like it's going to be both exciting and enjoyable as well as, hopefully, long-running. I'm still spinning from how fast it got started... that said, I myself don't yet have a character in so I suppose that is my current priority (after I reread Twelfth Night of course - school, &c...).
Anyways, I love the first post and I'll have the character in asap - I have only to edit the service record and write the personal bio. Hopefully this weekend will be kind to me and unveil more than the standard 48 hours.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-10-22 at 22:00:51.
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Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: one penny, two penny
I haven't yet noticed a slip in Olan's updates of the first post and available positions. Of course, people have probably applied for some of the open ones but the sense I get is that you should apply for the one you are most drawn to/have the best character concept for, whether others are applying for it as well or not, because that will be the most interesting for you and everyone else. I think that if someone else ends up going for the position you could always apply for a different one.
Anyways, if Olan says different, trust him... obviously. Just two cents from a player 
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-10-19 at 22:05:11.
Edited on 2009-10-20 at 03:38:26 by Dragonblood
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Topic: ... forth from the Garden... Q&A
Subject: molasses in january?
I'm glad you're still in on the game Nomad! As far as Fears goes I know for this week as well he will be busy with mid-terms and can't be blamed for his absence. I haven't received any notice from Dragon Mistress as of yet, though I know she's active, so I assume she simply hasn't had the time to sit down and put together a post, which is fine. I'm just posting to let everyone know that it has been almost a week since the update and I will be waiting until this weekend to continue the game. I don't want to allow ourselves to get too far behind (I don't want this game dying before its time!). I hope that works for everyone and I'm looking forward to seeing posts in the next little bit. Thanks everybody!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-10-19 at 20:20:15.
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Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: Raaaaaaw-Hiiiiiiide!
Glad you picked up on it! 
The fun-loving, ****-kicking cowboy's going to be quite a party to play!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-10-19 at 18:08:45.
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Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: thanks!
Thank you very much for the resource Eol! What a great gift, it will definitely come in handy for me when I get into the more technical aspects of my character. I quickly perused the site and it looks pretty comprehensive - not that I would know of course. I'm really enjoying drawing up my character and I'm looking forward to formally introducing Clint "Rowdy" Royal to all y'all!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-10-19 at 17:56:28.
Edited on 2009-10-19 at 18:02:17 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Loaded Dice #24: Not if I Can Help it...
Subject: one-liners
Don't you love it when you can sneak in one of those great one-liners! 'Not If I Can Help It' is pretty good and it always adds a little bit of Bad-*** to the game when you get one in at the perfect moment. I think if you come up with one of those lines at the perfect moment you, and maybe your party, should get a bonus to morale. I'm guessing Horatio (from CSI: Miami) would be owning that morale bonus!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-10-19 at 17:39:50.
Edited on 2009-10-19 at 17:43:36 by Dragonblood
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Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: new recruits! new recruits!
I'm with you on that one Meri! Looks like our clever tricks of keeping the newest member's name in the Latest Updated Forum Topics proved entirely fruitless. Now we know that when we want to lure out the new members we just have to fire up a Star Trek recruitment thread! We'll put that in our bag of tricks for when we get hungry!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-10-19 at 02:12:52.
Edited on 2009-10-19 at 04:50:57 by Dragonblood
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Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: G'Day Jack
I love it Eol - Great character! Haven't read the bio yet but everything seems like a fun character so far. My only complaint is how close it is to my character concept  . I'm kidding, but there are a couple of similarities: The character I've got so far is a short, lean-muscled man who's got a quick temper and doesn't appreciate being told what to do or authority figures in general. Don't worry those are just the bear bones of the charming, thrill-seeking, Cowboy-obsessed Pilot. However, I'm looking forward to formally meeting Mr. MacTavish - I think we'll be either best of friends or bitter enemies .
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-10-17 at 01:06:11.
Edited on 2009-10-17 at 01:07:53 by Dragonblood
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Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: the speed of sound
Man this game is moving fast! Well, my taxes and character will be in as soon as I can grab an hour or two.
In the meantime, WELCOME ION KIRED! I'll leave the hugging to Meri and give you the nod as you enter. Perhaps we'll end up in a handshake at some point . It's good to have you here at the inn! And you definitely get applause for being the first new member to actually POST in the past five... at least!
Also, I have a character idea that's a little more fleshed out and a couple more questions that I will send to you at some point in the next little while.
One question, do you have a deadline for characters/projected start date. I know this game was only proposed yesterday but it looks like a lot of people already have characters in. I just need to know how fast I have to work. Thanks!
-Dragonblood
ps. Liking the free-form game thread!
Posted on 2009-10-16 at 22:29:28.
Edited on 2009-10-16 at 22:39:09 by Dragonblood
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Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: comin right up
Okay sounds good. I will work this weekend as much as I can. I have a paper due, which will have to take precedence but I will give you preliminary ideas to start and then, with your help, set the boundaries of the world so I can really flesh out my character. I hope that all works, and I'm looking forward to the building process. See you all when I'm fully transformed into the Trek Geek I was meant to be!
-Dragonblood
EDIT: I have just become a Resident of the Inn. Are my ears turning red?
Posted on 2009-10-16 at 15:51:29.
Edited on 2009-10-16 at 15:52:29 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Dying of the Light Q&A
Subject: full speed ahead
Haha I second Raven's motion! Everyone's posts were fun to read and I can't wait to keep moving!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-10-16 at 15:43:39.
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Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: here we go!
Indeed, as soon as I can manage it you'll have all of that information. Speaking of, should I still send you a more solid outline for confirmation before I start working on the character. And, I will need most definitely need help with all the trek stuff and even with the background. Just to know what the world is like nowadays. Perhaps that would be better dealt with in PM? And thank you to Eol and Meri, those are very kind words and they still my shaking legs!
EDIT: Should I read over Discovery? To get a sense of both the world and the past?
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-10-16 at 15:39:09.
Edited on 2009-10-16 at 15:40:14 by Dragonblood
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Topic: To boldly go (again) where no one has gone before...
Subject: hello out there...
Hello everybody. I've PMed Olan a little bit about my character and I tip-toe into this thread nervously, feeling dwarfed beneath everyone's towering Trek knowledge. As I confessed to Olan already in the private message, I have absolutely zero knowledge of Star Trek (except perhaps a basic understanding of the use of a Platonic philosophy as a structure for every show: Captain Kirk being the soul, seeking to find a balance between his reason and will - as embodied by the doctor and Spok... oh Grade 12 English class... oh... I guess I got a little off topic  - I'm just trying hopelessly to fit in.) Basically this is me creeping in as inconspicuously as possible bearing my heavy load of ignorance and asking meekly if you'll have me as a helmsman?
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-10-16 at 04:14:42.
Edited on 2009-10-16 at 04:16:22 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Dying of the Light Q&A
Subject: there we go!
Alright the post is up! Perhaps not my best work, but wanted to get something there while I had a couple free minutes. I really enjoyed writing it: I love my character, nothing against all youse guys, of course. On top of that, the setting is fantastic for an opener: what a great hook for a game, instantly interesting and engaging. Anyways hope y'all like it and I'm looking forward to a great campaign!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-10-15 at 04:17:43.
Edited on 2009-10-15 at 04:52:39 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Dying of the Light
Subject: When Justice Comes to Town
The Fist of the Gods Obsolete
Providence Creek, Prime World
The world wore the shroud of a coming storm, expectant and unsure under a black sky bearing its funeral gown, pregnant with thunder and rain. The gray corpses of crops consumed in flame blanketed the ground, leaving merely shadows and ash to hug the earth’s fruitless potential. Curled and cracked the memories of harvest hopes sunk back to the ground that had borne their birth. Amidst the claws of gray and black the pale patches of green and yellow were seen discoloured and disinterested beneath the gloom of the brooding sky.
Days had languidly drifted by for the wanderer, passing from morning to night with the lonely movement of a man beneath the gaze of his traveling companion, the sun. Time had abandoned the pilgrim, lost and alone on a long road that bore no signs of future affirmations for his internal faith and had forgotten the stories that had housed his purpose in the past.
Weeks had escaped the drifter as he had played the prisoner to the path that still stretched out, mercilessly, before him. His bulging muscles, which knotted and twisted their way across his 6’6” frame, ached under the weariness of meaningless travel and yet itched to stretch and pull beneath the pressure of exertion. His sword strapped around his back thirsted to taste the cool air as it whistled down upon another man and the idle axe blade watched from his hip with a growing hunger. The hammer was coiled and tensed, opposite of the axe ready to spring from his belt to feel another man’s skull caving under its unyielding iron.
He was most aware however of his two daggers, hanging at his thighs which moaned his wandering way that incessantly refused to lead him to the satisfaction of murder. They moaned silently for the diving and slicing that would leave a chest empty and ground bloodied. More than even the starved knives that weighed his walking was the beating of his own heart. It thundered rhythms of yearning out against his chest, calling louder and louder to throb and pump as the body moved and to be fed by the ceasing of another men’s beating drum and an opened chest.
The nomad had aimlessly allowed himself to spend his feet upon a wayless wandering. He hungered for the hunt again but still no worthy opposition proposed itself. No sin desired his cleaning, the purifier that he was. So his random road had guided him to a hamlet he had once, brief as it was, deemed a home. Though there were few people who would remember his distinct, chiseled face, which displayed a nose and chin, both jutting out prominently, those few that would still bear the man in their mind would welcome him for a brusque passing through.
It wasn’t the silence of his features that would leave him memoryless, for his bald head, his ear dressed in iron rings and, most of all, his pale blue eyes that shone in the night with merciless hunger and a vicious, burning gaze that was utterly unyielding, all left vivid imprints on a soul who spent enough time to share a conversation with the stranger. It was the silence of his gruff voice and the short, reclusive nature of his stay that would leave him but a shadow in most men’s memories.
It was escape he wanted anyways and under the fire of dozens of eyes and ears, seeking conversation and connection he would be captured and forced to exercise his inability to communicate endlessly, leaving him more exhausted upon exiting than upon entering. This town had served as sanctuary in the past, now he sought out the same kindness in returning.
As he approached the wreckage of his solace however he saw that the town had donated something of much deeper value to him. It had given him purpose once again. In the violent demise of the town he could see the death of some senseless perpetrator. Through the smoldering stink that rose from the ashes of destruction in long smokey tendrils and snuck out from charred bodies, carrying the retching odour of charred and burnt flesh, he smelt the sweet scent of justice. The monster who had mindlessly unleashed his malice upon the unsuspecting town was oblivious to the terror he would face from the fist of the Gods obsolete.
He strode slowly through the crumbling remnants of Providence Creek. The ghosts of buildings gaped miserably at him, holes torn through the structures to send silent screams out into the sky patiently preparing its storm to wash away the horrors that had smashed the community and left it cracking and crashing into the ground.
Ahead lay a man who had felt the rage that had torn through the town like a hurricane and left a mess of seething lamentations and blazing regrets. He had been wide once but now swam in the blood born from his split belly. He moaned miserably, barely spilling words out in sorrow with the blood that still poured and dried about his fallen body.
The stranger came calmly to the mess left of the man and bent on one knee. In a harsh voice that the pilgrim had never had the ability to modulate or ameliorate he thrust the simple question towards the remains of a life that was bleeding before him, “What happened?”
Posted on 2009-10-15 at 04:16:26.
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Topic: Dying of the Light Q&A
Subject: looking pretty good to me!
I tentatively step in, hoping I am not treading on any reserved toes. 
Glad to see the Q/A, we got a real game going here finally! I will get my post up sometime soon, it may not be as long as they will be in the future but for now I will just try to get a post in edgewise between essays, tests and readings. I am very happy to see this game fully fledged and on its own too feet.
As far as ice cream goes, I must say, any kind of chocolate (I seem to remember enjoying Rollo ice cream somewhere in my youth) or coffee/mocha/cappuccino type flavours are what I enjoy if I'm eating some ice cream at home. That said, if I were to enter some variation on an ice cream shop, without fail I will purchase a chocolate milkshake.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-10-14 at 21:35:40.
Edited on 2009-10-14 at 21:39:05 by Dragonblood
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Topic: ... forth from the Garden... Q&A
Subject: YAY!
Okay, I have finally got a post up for everyone! I'm sorry for the wait, I hope it was worth it. It was very fun to write and I look forward to reading everyone's posts! Basically everyone should take it from where they left off in their post, if that's okay. I say this because if you start from the end of my post then it will lead to confusion and we will all miss out on the opportunity to understand your characters better... not to mention the chance to grab a few experience points... not to bribe anyone of course!
-Dragonblood
ps. Fears, you murdered that Charisma check, if you read my post, you guys will know what I'm talking about!
EDIT: I hope I haven't driven all you away with my extended absence!
Posted on 2009-10-13 at 20:31:34.
Edited on 2009-10-15 at 18:16:55 by Dragonblood
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Topic: ... forth from the Garden...
Subject: Chapter 1: And the Eyes of Them... Were Opened
Chapter 1: And the Eyes of Them... Were Opened
September 5th
The people of Gefahr stood stricken in the schoolyard. They surrounded the scene that had drawn all the citizens’ to the town’s centre. The air stood dead and the fear drew in close like shadows, lurking over their shoulders. This horror robbing the men of their breath, their thought, all that they held to be true, all that they held dear.
Each member of the mob bore the same bemused look. They were baffled and mortified and couldn’t muster anything but the devastated demeanors that they bore on their faces. They had been stripped of the jovial expressions that had overcome the storm of the morning and carried them through to the evening.
The figures that now filled the schoolyard were men and women stripped of the civilized masks that carried them from dawn till dusk. The memories that they bore could never have prepared them for the spectacle that they now witnessed. Their minds leapt to possible excuses, reasons that would explain away the phenomenon that had left a child of the community charred and sprawled on the ground.
Thoughts raced through the minds of the Gefahrans. Desperately they tried to find the source of their terror, tried to excuse the holes they felt in their hearts. Their lives came up now gapingly incomplete. The icy claws of the fear and awe had sunk themselves into the people and bound them to their positions.
Sirion burst through the muddled mob and made his way to Matias who seemd to be shaking with nervousness. The tavern keeper’s nephew attempted to take control of the situation, sending his sister off to bring the boy’s parents to the scene after his friend refused to comply, frozen by the horror and frightened to be singled out as a supporter of the weeping child.
Slowly stuttered conversation started rippling through the citizens spread through the school’s courtyard. Each member wished to wash away what they had witnessed. Scrambling for excuses, one spat out, “He was struck by lightning!” Whispers skipped through the crowd. “It’s the storm!” The confusion hung like a cloud over the baffled crowd, haunting them with thoughts and images of horror that they had never experienced before.
Cristobal rushed through the petrified people, who were slowly starting up sluggishly to seek out a glimpse of the cause for their attention. The young farmer was determined to understand the circumstances of the occurrence that had achieved a stranglehold on the town. He briefly made sure that Sirion had control of the boy, filled with newfound respect for the young introverted man. The school doors flew open before him as he barreled through them, searching for the teacher who had provided both Matias and Rico with their first lesson.
The crowd was growing increasingly agitated as they realized their inability to account for their ignorance. The horror of the reality that faced them had sunk its fangs deep into each towns person and filled them with a poisonous desperation and frustration. Each person had a growing violence inside of them, a desire to find justice for this boys death. More importantly, a desire to ease their own guilt built up by their inability to handle the situation properly.
Rowena forced her way through the throngs of people and went up next to Sirion she knelt down beside the child who was finding some small comfort in Sirion’s protective presence. She extended her hand, holding an orange from her basket. Matias looked up for a second as as she held out the orange before tensing up. He shrank back from both Sirion and Rowena, growing more aware of his own loneliness in the crowd.
The crowd pressed in further, encroaching in the little bubble containing Matias, his comforters and the corpse he had left charred and unrecognizable. There was a growing intensity and aggravation as the people came closer, desiring to see the horror. Their grew almost a lust to see and to know. To prove themselves to the terrors of reality.
From the mass, there suddenly rang out a voice, above everything else. The voice was filled with an thrilled eagerness, mingling both fear and excitement as they fought for precedence. Both fascination and fright shot through the crowd. Like a virus, each member was consumed by the adrenaline of the situation. The voice above all other things exclaimed “The boy... The boy did it... Matias killed Rico!”
There was a silence that suddenly consumed the crowd. The words hung in the air with a deadly violence that hungered for blood. The words crept into the hearts of the people imprisoned by petrification, moments earlier. The lust for retribution coursed through their veins now as they stood around the child, now utterly alone.
“He killed him!” Soared into the air to hang with the other statement, and the sentence called up similar sentiments out of the all the spectators. Soon the silence was smashed by the screams and shouts of people thirsty for revenge. “Murderer!” “Freak!” “He’s a killer!” “He deserves the same!” The energy was electric now and throbbed with a malevolent animosity.
In almost an attempt at quieting the storm that was building and was spinning headlong towards a sinister end, Duarte shouted loudly, “Bring him to the town hall!” The general store owner leapt out of the crowd and pleaded with the men around him. There were cheers and approval for the man’s suggestion and the crowd surged in, as if each member of the mob sought to have a hand on the boy as he was brought through the doors.
Sirion and Rowena were swept aside by the pressing people. They were pushed to the ground and was all that they could do to dodge the onslaught of feet that were stampeding through the schoolyard in search of the small boy who had shook each citizen to his soul. Matias was snatched up and was carried by a number of people, each trying to hold onto a limb as he was passed and pulled between people towards the town hall.
It was, naturally utterly unnecessary, considering the boy was limp and compliant, being both scared and lonely. He was consumed with the thoughts of his coming persecution that he could only imagine ending in death. His parents had warned him night and day of the penalty he would face if he were to reveal his nature and now he faced that fate. His mind raced wondering what he could do, how he could escape the terrible end that he now hurtled towards, because of the awful ignorance of the townsfolk.
The town hall doors were flung open. The people crashed into the big room filled with pews and headed by a podium. Alamaro Calderon and another man, Arnau Guillermo (a carpenter, quite respected in town for his handiwork), held Matias with an aggression and powerful grip on each arm. They threw him down onto a pew and sat on either side of him. The other benches were rapidly taken up by all the town members.
Ramone Indalecio stood before the malicious crowd. His legs shook beneath him, behind the podium as he watched his citizens nervously, frightened of trying to deal with the situation adequately. There was nothing but blood that would satiate the mob that the town had become. He was always joined by the Duarte, Abelardo and Johan as a kind of city council or group of “wise-men” that could contribute when Ramone was at an utter loss. Now he stood with only Duarte.
Ramone walked over to Arnau, who was at the front of the room and whispered to him, “Could you find Johan and Abelardo? I don’t know how we could ever explain away their absence in a crisis such as this. They must be here to support the town.” Arnau looked over at Matias before sighing and nodding and rushing out the front doors in search of the rest of the respected men of Gefahr.
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Cristobal ran through the small school, searching desperately for the teacher. He was almost sure he had checked every room as thoroughly as possible to no avail. Amora Demetrio was nowhere to be found in the school, in fact no teachers were. Then the thought came to Cristobal’s mind, if the scream was loud enough to call out all of the town then why would the teachers have remained in the school, when they were right next to the incident?
As Cristobal went to leave, filled with frustration for his failure in deduction he heard the click of the school door closing. Someone else had come in! Cristobal went rushing through the halls to the entrance, to find Amora standing in the doorway with tears in her eyes. She looked broken and lost. As she saw Cristobal, he smiled gently at her and she sobbed.
Cristobal approached slowly and rested a head on her shoulder. She threw herself into his arms sobbing into his shoulder. The young man patted her on the back, quieting her quickly so she was breathing softly again before to long. She looked up at him and blushed violently pulling away, wiping the tears out of her eyes.
“I’m sorry... I’m just shook up... you know? How could...?” She muttered she was lost but as she looked into Cristobal’s soothing eyes, she felt that she could truly reveal herself and her anxieties, “I’m scared Cris. They’re taking Matias over to the town hall and... I feel its my fault. We were playing a game... I’m sorry its not important.”
Cristobal smiled kindly, “It is important Amora. You can tell me.” She looked up at him and did not doubt his words for a moment. He had a trustable face and had been a fantastic student when she had taught him. He had struggled a bit with a lot of concepts and hadn’t done well intellectually but everyone in class and all the teachers had always loved him.
“I know... I’m sorry... We were playing a game and Rico had been so mean to Matias. See, Matias had his hand on the ground and Rico punched the hand, slammed his hand right down on Matias’! I was so shocked and I should’ve done something. I should’ve punished him or something but... I didn’t! It’s all my fault. I’m too blame, not Matias... he’s only a boy. Now he’s out there paying for my failures as a teacher!” She cried, as renewed tears flowed down her cheeks.
Cristobal brought her in for a hug and said to his former teacher, “Its not your fault. How were you to know what was going to happen, besides we still don’t know what happened. You can’t blame yourself, not for a second Mrs. Demetrio.” She smiled warmly up at his caring face and thanked him. “Don’t worry... it’s going to be okay.” She nodded quietly as he reaffirmed everything.
They walked out of the school now, the teacher wiping away her tears. The yard was now empty, the crowd had disappeared somewhere, to the town hall as Amora Demetrio had mentioned inside, Cristobal thought. Whatever they were going to decide on inside those four walls, was not going to be something born of compassion, the young farmer knew.
From behind, Cristobal Catalina came running up, “Crissy!” She shouted out at him. She had always been a bit dazzled by the muscular, young man’s good looks but that thought didn’t enter into her mind at all as she rushed towards him with the Prudencios following her a few paces behind, “Where the hell is everyone?! Seer told me to bring Matias’ parents here!”
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Inside the town hall everyone waited anxiously, eager to see justice performed on the young freak who sat at the front of the hall. People were talking amongst themselves complaining and expounding on their own versions of the vengeance that should be enacted. The mayor watched nervously as the whole room was captured by chaos, waiting for Arnau to return with Abelardo and Johan.
Finally Arnau came in with Johan. Arnau, Johan, Duarte and Ramone gathered together talking rapidly in furious whispers. Ramone was demanding where Abelardo was, with Arnau explaining that he couldn’t find him anywhere and he had scoured the town. “But...” he whispered conspiratorially, “I saw the Prudencios and Amora Demetrio out in the school yard still...”
After Arnau had said his bit, Ramone turned to the topic of explaining what had happened in Johan’s absence. He was trying to find the words and turned to point at the boy who was under Alamaro’s supervision to see that the general store opener was sitting frozen in his position, staring blankly forward, drool dribbling down his chin and beside him was only an empty pew. Suddenly Alamaro’s shook himself and his gaze was refocussed to see the real world. He turned beside him to see that the boy he was supposed to be watching was missing and the mayor with Johan, Arnau and Duarte were looking at him angrily.
The mayor hurried over to Alamaro and forcefully whispered, “Where the hell is Matias!” Alamaro could give him nothing but a blank stare, he was palpably confused and had no clear reason for losing the boy who he had been given charge of. He mumbled and fumbled for words, desperate not to look like a fool in front of the most respected men of the town, he worried he had a life of shame before him now.
Finally he strung a sentence together and coughed it up for the council, “I... was just sitting here and then all of a sudden I blanked out. Like I was frozen or something, I couldn’t move or anything, but it was like my mind was frozen too... I don’t know everything was stopped and then it started again and... and he was gone and you guys were staring at me! This hasn’t ever happened before, I must have blacked out or something...”
“Well great! We find out now that you black out under pressure!” The mayor snapped. But Johan put his hand out and silenced him quickly. Though Ramone had legal power of the town, he was vividly aware that both the armsmaster and Duarte were infinitely more capable of dealing with the situation that was before them.
“We have to find the boy.” Johan said, “We can’t have him out and about. He could be dangerous to the well-being of the town. Now, I will deploy the guard and they will search the town as completely as possible.” The others nodded and Johan strode out at a quick clip that left heads turned, watching the man who had just entered, exit.
The crowd had been growingly impatient but this new mystery left them rowdy and irritated, “What’s going on?” “What’s taking so long?” The calls rang out in the hall coupled with a chorus of agreement and reiteration. One man stood up and as he stood he saw the boy was no longer there. “Where’s the boy! The boy’s gone!” He shouted and this lead to a ruckus as everyone rose and looked to see that the cause for all the commotion had disappeared.
The mayor ran to the podium, filled with desperation, “No... no... Everything is under control. We have just sent Johan to inform the local guard and they will search for the boy, in the meantime I ask all of you to be calm and patient, everything is under-” But he was cut off with angry screaming and jeering that drove a new brand of fear shivering down his spine.
One man stood up, “You moron! I’m local guard! That means that almost half the local guard is right here!” The cry brought a new anxiety and aggravation to the crowd who was filled now with a wrath that left the mayor silent and incapable of response. Chaos had taken the podium and now ruled the town, each and every member was filled with aggressive passion and wanted to satiate their bloodlust.
Another man stood and shouted above the din, “Why don’t we go find him!” This suggestion was taken up with passion and cheers. People poured out into the streets with energy and eagerness, each man hoping to find the boy that was hiding somewhere in the streets. Small groups got together and planned the places they would investigate first. Inside, the mayor stood in horror, watching all control he had fought for sliding away into a torrent of madness that gripped Gefahr.
Posted on 2009-10-13 at 20:27:14.
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Topic: dodge the tumbleweeds!
Subject: a king's entrance!
Stellar! We have built a thread fit for royalty... now we can only hope Lordvanduu agrees! By the way, this doesn't let Allmitybob, Jacko, R, or Jorge off the hook, we all still want to meet you!!! Is there something the matter with us that we scare off all these nice new meals! People need to eat y'know! ...I mean... hehe... nice new members... Hey Lordvanduu!
-Dragonblood
ps. perhaps its the overeagerness of this thread that scares off the newcomers... maybe we should play hard to get?
Posted on 2009-10-13 at 03:50:02.
Edited on 2009-10-13 at 03:53:22 by Dragonblood
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Topic: dodge the tumbleweeds!
Subject: neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeext please!
I hate to steal your glory Grugg, but the name must again be changed. Lordvanduu it seems is now our newest member and I wonder to myself, who is this enigmatic nobility and how has he come across our wayward inn?
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-10-13 at 01:02:34.
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Topic: Loaded Dice #22: Gentle Persuasion
Subject: mmmmm... tabletop sessions
As always, very fun and enjoyable to read. I am consistently looking forward to what happens next and the characters are great additions to the strip. The cutaways to the players reminds me of my years around a table. Its very realistic (a cool addition would be seeing what time it is/how long they've been in the session for - I believe its all been one sitting so far?). I'm just wondering when they break the cheezies out!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-10-12 at 16:49:53.
Edited on 2009-10-14 at 16:12:12 by Dragonblood
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Topic: dodge the tumbleweeds!
Subject: JORGE!!!
So I know this has been incredibly unsuccessful in drawing out new members but I have two question and one statement directed at our newest member in big, bold, blue letters at the top of my screen! Hey Jorge! Heregoes (if I get an answer you will make me... and probably most of the inn... very happy!):
Question 1: What brings you to the inn?
Sub-Question: How'd you find out about it and why did you join?
Question 2: Where is your name from?
Sub-Statement: It reminds me of Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco, if it is from that you get extra points. If it isn't... hell I'll give you extra points.
Statement 1: Welcome! It is fantastic to have you, yes I know everyone's staring at you right now but that's just because you're such a good-looking chap and we all want the chance to sidle up and have a chat! So, come in from the cold, close the door, take off your coat, grab a chair and join the fun!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-10-12 at 16:41:54.
Edited on 2009-10-12 at 16:42:58 by Dragonblood
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Topic: incoming baby!
Subject: Cheers!
Congratulations!!! What a joyous and wonderful gift: healthy, beautiful life. If you lived up here in Canada it would be probably the best thanksgiving weekend ever, however you still have a month before you can give thanks for your son... Basically what I'm saying, is that is fantastic. Have fun! And, good luck as well, I've heard having a new baby enter in the family is never easy -not to bring the mood down. Of course, there's no doubt that you know what your doing and the love will always be present, in both the great times and the harder times. Again, CONGRATULATIONS!!! (fireworks and such are occurring invisibly in this post). I will have a beer for you and Jonah .
-Dragonblood
EDIT: I just wanted to comment on all the happy faces in the last four posts (including Skari's). You and your little squealer make us all very cheery campers, thank you many times over! 
Posted on 2009-10-12 at 16:12:54.
Edited on 2009-10-13 at 03:53:53 by Dragonblood
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Topic: dodge the tumbleweeds!
Subject: Mod Alert!
Looks like we got to change the short name to Jacko!
EDIT: Applause for Grugg! 
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-10-09 at 23:10:57.
Edited on 2009-10-09 at 23:15:33 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Loaded Dice: Strip #21
Subject: npcs?
I know that personally as a player I'm always excessively suspicious of NPCs. I never quite believe that the DM just put them in to help us out. There has to be some devilish plot behind it all - I'm always quite sure about that. That's probably because as a DM I tend to give characters guides that end up firing arrows into the party's backs. I just can't help it: being evil is an addiction  !
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2009-10-09 at 15:20:25.
Edited on 2009-10-09 at 15:20:44 by Dragonblood
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