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Topic: Fields of Rune
Subject: Plan of Attack
Shepherd turned sharply. "We don't yet know if fighting is necessary. Simply because it has been the automatic response of the people does not require us to fall in to pattern. There are more effective ways of sending off predators some times. Let me look into it before we leap into battle. In the mean time warn the people of this town to stay within their homes. I don't want pitchforks and brands of flame getting involved with this that will only leave more corpses. You may meet me where the forest meets the city after and join me in confrontation then." Shepherd desired to have them along but knew that this mission was more pertinent for them. It would be saving more lives in the end, it would be the truly heroic thing he thought to himself. He looked each in the eye squarely. What would be done?
Posted on 2008-12-19 at 12:50:05.
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Topic: Fields of Rune
Subject: Of Proverbial Wolves
Shepherd drew a deep breath from his pipe and listened to Bezmir's question, allowing the smoke to slip form his lips. This young man had so much passion for life, so much curiosity. There was a world out there to be met by wide-eyed wonder and tears for him, Shepherd saw there was yet a long path within the bard's heart that held so much more than singing songs in bars. He was fun and entertaining and yet there was a vivacious quality that would serve Bezmir in ways he could not imagine. Shepherd watched him closely, how interesting humans could be...
"So Shepherd, does that mean you're here to keep us from the proverbial wolf?"
Shepherd almost smiled at the question a gentle laughter slipping into his eyes. It was more true than Bezmir could know. How could he tell him the evil of the world the dark breath that wafted through the streets seeking to fill men's hearts, the smoke of malice that drifted through caves filling their crooks with shadows darker than blackness.
Shepherd turned to Zau, she had travelled far and wide already and held the dust of the world on the soles of her shoes and yet naught but the forest's dew lingered on her soul. She was not human, but Shepherd had known that from the moment he had seen her.
She shared a dialogue with Bezmir, they sought to know so much of this so-dubbed 'proverbial wolf'. Shepherd felt a closeness had crept into the corners of his heart and he hid the hurt that this touched him with. He could not travel with these two though he knew that the desire, whether conscious or unconscious, had filled the atmosphere. It was too dangerous for both of them. Zau would be pulled from the mission that guided her steps, there was a path she bore... how could he distract her from it. He could not show Bezmir the world through his eyes, he would steal the youth from the musician before he had truly drank of that abundant cup. As for himself, well... There was only one thing that could be done, end this interaction now. Shepherd rose from his seat, tapping the ash from the bowl of his pipe and restoring it. Before he could speak, a clatter of feet upon the cobblestone road rang down the street and Shepherd turned to see the town watchment running towards them.
"Wolves! The wolves are coming!" He was screaming, there was a bone-chilling tremor in his voice and Shepherd saw an unnatural terror in his eyes. What were these abysmal wolves that haunted the quiet Balding Bear. The hairs on Shepherd's neck pricked up and he turned his head to the alleyway that had borne the homeless shape... it was now empty. Where had the form slipped off to in such a rush? There was something at foot here, something proverbial about these wolves... Shepherd turned to the two he had been sharing discussion with.
"Please warn everyone to hide, they may protect themselves if necessary but under no circumstances should the go out to meet these beasts. Spread this news between the town, I will meet the wolves who seek my sheep." Shepherd said to them staring into both of their eyes. He was not sure that they would do as he asked but he turned from them and strode towards the forest. The hourglass was emptying itself and still there was so much to understand.
Posted on 2008-12-19 at 05:21:01.
Edited on 2008-12-19 at 20:28:51 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Inheritance -- the game
Subject: a little catching up...
Jethro had never seen a city this big before. He had passed through many towns along his way but this was something entirely new to him, he was lost in wonderment at the bustling crowds and undercurrent of magic he could feel coursing through the town. Despite feeling like a child, moving on eye level with belly buttons, Jethro felt at home. Felt as though this new and exciting environment held something for him he had entered a shining pleasure palace of new and foreign experiences.
Jethro felt a certain shame to be clad in the shambles he had assembled over his travels. A tattered pair of faded navy slacks hung from him, too large and cut off too short, they had once been sheltering a human's thighs before Jethro had liberated and resized them, pulling twine through the loops tightly to hold them above his rear end. A flapping, cream-coloured shirt poofed and billowed about his arms, stuffed into the waist of his stolen paints to disguise the flaws in sizing. Draped over his shoulders in a baggy mish-mash was a torn olive green vest, which reached midway down his thighs. His thick, dark brown hair struck out in curls form beneath his massive, floppy plaid cap, with long and wide sideburns reaching down from over his ears, stopping on his jawline to leave some cheek before the beginning of his goatee which crested his chin and circled over his lips. Off his belt hung a sling and a pouch of bullets and a dagger and across his back a morningstar was strapped.
Despite the shabby clothes Jethro maintained a charming air that piqued the interest of those around him. He even caught the eyes of a group of giggling teenage girls who met his smile with sighs. Funny, he was two-feet shorter than them and still drew their glances. Jethro's striking good-looks had been an asset to him on many occasions: saving him form danger and conning his way into wealth.
On any other day, Jethro would've at least entertained the idea of talking to the girls but today he had a place to be and for the first time in a long time, he cared about being on time. He had been called by the Lords regarding the will of a certain Shallagh Gann. It wasn't the inheritance he was concerned with, though the money had been quite the draw, it was the name. Shallagh Gann had saved his life, if it was the same one, and now he was apparently dead. Jethro didn't know who he was or what any of this meant but he had to find out.
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Jethro slipped the morning star off of his back and rested it next to his chair, sliding into the seat comfortably and accepting an air of ease immediately, watching as the others filtered in. A motley crew to be assembled together for the same inheritance, Jethro thought to himself. Could they really all be related to Shallagh Gann?
It seemed they all could, perhaps not by blood, but in some way Gann had touched each of their lives. What a strange man he must have been: a recluse who had managed to reach into such diverse paths and altering them. A mysterious murder had been the thief of Shallagh's final breath, not surprising Jethro thought to himself, that he would go in suspense, just as he had lived.
An implication in his father's death! What could that possibly mean? Jethro was a little thrown by this, something he tried to do as little as possible. He shuffled in his seat slightly. That silhouette had haunted Jethro in waking and sleeping, could this be the time when he finally unravelled those dark shadows and illuminated them?
There was indeed a rashness in the group! Men and women were leaping up all over the place proposing immediate commitment to the service of this mission. Jethro was not so sure whether that was the wisest thing to do, he did value his life. Arguments sprung up all over the place, and Jethro smiled slightly at the foolish bickering, how unnecessary he thought to himself.
It seemed that everyone here, who all appeared to dislike each other, were bent on journeying together! Jethro almost laughed out loud as the dwarf swore his commitment. Elves, dwarves and half-orcs... lead by a human! That had to mean entertainment. Jethro was tempted to join for the sake of the humour but he knew that he had to think through this before he cast his lot.
These beasts that plagued the keep had somehow managed to find it, something no one else could do it seemed, and had made Shallagh Gann some sort of spellcaster with at least some power, flee in fear, only to his death. Rushing into a place like this could mean merely his own senseless death. Let these fools get themselves killed while I rob Waterdeep blind, Jethro thought to himself... but something fixed him to his seat. He didn't want to just leave, he was too curious and besides perhaps he could weasel some money out of a deal like this! Jethro turned to the heir herself, thus far she had been utterly silent, what were her thoughts on this... perhaps she didn't want anybody going with her, perhaps she wasn't going at all. Jethro watched her then turned to the vigorous discussion between the multi-racial group.
"Perhaps we should hear the words of the heir before we rush into commitments of our aid. This is her business and the rest of us may volunteer ourselves if it so pleases her." Jethro said, calling the attention of the others despite his small frame. He had not wanted to get mixed up in this! And yet here he was in the middle of it all again! Stupid, Jethro thought to himself, Go ahead, get yourself killed! But this was the place he had placed himself and he was not about to back down, Jethro was certainly not that type of man, if any. Besides he hadn't promised his own commitment only taken leadership for the time being, undeserved as always. But still something pushed within Jethro, if he turned away now he would never find out who Shallagh Gann was... if he turned away now he would never find out who he was. Then Jethro knew, though he said nothing, that he would do everything he could to include himself in this mission with no interest the monetary reward! Oh damn it all, Jethro thought to himself.
Posted on 2008-12-19 at 04:58:30.
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Topic: Supreme Beginning
Subject: Forming a Team
Jack listened to the discussion silently. He knew that if they had any more important information (that they intended to give Delta-Six) it would have come in the folder. It seemed they were not only to be muscle power but investigators as well. He looked around the motley crew of heroes and hoped that a certain cohesiveness would materialize between them because they certainly didn't look like a team. Jack shunned the negative thoughts, he had spent too many days devouring them and doubting this new place in his life and now it was time for action, assumptions aside he had made this commitment and he was going to risk his lives with these supers so he might as well like them.
Jack smiled slightly when he heard the anecdote about Dark Mercury's escape from the metal prison. He turned as the door opened to let in two men bulky but nothing impressive. Jack wasn't even sure if they had powers of their own, but he had judged too early too often to make any assumptions. They placed an aluminum chest down before the group.
"Members of the team Delta Six," she said, "in this chest are your new uniforms. Now get dressed and get downstairs. A vehicle will be waiting for you to get you to your destination. Gibson Hall was seen in the Metro City Bank where he has taken several hostiges. You are going there now to take care of the problem." Well apparently there wasn't an investigation aspect to it. Not yet anyways.
Uniforms eh? Jack was so used to just using his leather jacket as an outfit the idea of actually putting on a costume seemed foreign to him. It couldn't hurt to try something new, Jack sighed. The uniforms appeared to be futuristic spy gear. I'm not abandoning my mask, Jack thought to himself, I don't want Jack Doyle getting any attention, good or bad. Jack's mask didn't appear vision, movement or breathing in anyway it was a full face mask with an absurdly large screaming mouth and dark holes for eyes that gave the impression of pure horror. Doyle quite liked it and thought it added effect to his power. He looked around at the group, so this was the test run eh?
Posted on 2008-12-19 at 04:20:39.
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Topic: Inheritance -- Epilogue
Subject: Soon!
Sorry its taken a while, things have been bogging me down, should expect one today or tomorrow!
Posted on 2008-12-18 at 03:53:40.
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Topic: Ts Ah is (once agian) looking for games
Subject: Sci-Fi?
I don't know if you'd be interested in a more futuristic game but I'm looking to get one started (see the time-travelling, sea-faring thread in the recruitment section). I don't know if you're interested in that type of game but in all fairness it will have medieval-styled fantasy as well, it will make more sense in the thread but definitely check it out!
Posted on 2008-12-16 at 03:25:32.
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Topic: A New Space-Faring, Time-Traveling Adventure For All!!!
Subject: Getting Started
Okay so now that I'm basically done character creating for other games I'm going to get this one started. I don't know if time has freed up for any of the others who were curious or if Bezmir is still interested but I'm excited to get it going and hopefully it will find itself building steam.
Posted on 2008-12-15 at 22:51:19.
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Topic: Supreme Beginning
Subject: Meetings
Jack Doyle sat back, leaning against the arm of the couch in the lounge. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his tight denim jeans, whose cuffs were hanging about his military boots. His leather jacket hung on his shoulders, not so tight-fitting, it wrapped around his torso with its zippers hanging off of it. The t-shirt hiding behind the folds of his jacket was that of Johnny Cash giving the finger.
Jack had a hard face with strong features. His skin was ghostly pale baring the stark blue veins, one could see creeping up from his neck, beneath the leather collar. Very few paid attention to him because of his reclusive nature, but once he was noticed, his face was one that stuck, unforgettably, in minds. He had a big nose and a thin haggard face, which belied his youth, with frightening, pale blue eyes that were sunken beneath his overbearing forehead and protruding cheekbones. He had hair that was almost white in its lightness, though it had hints of red and blonde tinges. The short but messy cut hung scruffily about this hauntingly memorable face, poking out above his ears, which flared out a little too much to be attractive, and tufts pressing down over his forehead.
Jack may have maintained an air of aloofness but he was very interested, not only in the operation he was, apparently, to be completing, but with those that were to be his companions. There was an odd assortment between them, most notably with the cat-like character curled up on the couch. Jack wasn't sure how he fitted in with this group but he was eager to try his hand at working with them. Once he had become confident enough with his martial skills he had tried his hand at amateur super-ing, trying to clean up petty crooks and stop what little crime he ran into, jumpings and hold-ups mostly. Nothing had been serious, nothing had been organized and nothing had been with others.
What was his part here with this group, how had they heard about him? Was he to be considered powerful enough to be adequate as a member of a team of supers organized by... well who? Who was this ambiguous mind which had brought them together so they might fulfill their purpose. What was their purpose after all? He was sure that he did not desire the purpose of being a pawn for an evil, power-hungry corporation or a military faction for a dictatorial government.
The past week had been hell and Jack wasn't about to subject himself to a life of that crap. He was a claustrophobic guy and simply didn't do well when his own fears and anxieties were ignited. He had a couple questions to ask this "Angela Ross" but he wasn't about to do it here or know, besides he wasn't sue he would get the truth anyway.
"This guy is your first assignment. We want you to neutralize him and bring him in for containment. Any questions?"
Jack had a lot of answers that he wanted but he bit his tongue and looked at the file. Who the hells was this Gibson Hall character and why was he a priority in being neutralized? Jack spent a couple minutes looking over the file, he looked like a bad enough guy on paper... but then if he was written up right, Jack would too. Jack read it over again, a lot of people, good and bad, were injuring others for whatever reasons they had and murder had even become more common. Robbery, now that could be seen as a more evil thing... but everything had a context. Perhaps that would be a starting point in tracking this guy down, that and his previous living arrangements. He didn't seem to have any cohorts and from the little information that was given his crimes appeared to be fairly random but there was always a pattern, always a reason... Wasn't there?
Jack passed off the file. Well what was more pertinent to him was talking to the fellow members of this group that had been assembled, Delta Six.
Posted on 2008-12-15 at 22:27:00.
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Topic: Mutants & Masterminds 2nd Ed.
Subject: the group
I personally would be more concerned with the equipment idea than the size idea. There are only four of us after all and if we have some sweet high-tech equip we'll be set 
I have a question also, as vigilante's do we just fight crime wherever necessary or do we have a specific mission, are we are own masters or are we a branch/get our orders from outside and do we do investigations at all? As for a name... well... yeah we need one!
Posted on 2008-12-10 at 23:49:11.
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Topic: Mutants & Masterminds 2nd Ed.
Subject: Team player!
He will absolutely be a team player! I just meant that he doesn't "meet" people well, so I was wondering how they all got together. But I understand what you're saying and agree that it would be no fun, for anyone, if he refused to work with the other characters. I definitely want to steer clear of that.
Posted on 2008-12-09 at 12:30:50.
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Topic: Inheritance -- Epilogue
Subject: Almost There! I swear!
Sorry for being part of keeping everybody waiting. I should be all ready and done up soon. I dropped my character in to Wyrmsting and now have only to write up the history I've already worked out. Thanks for waiting guys, I'm really excited to get this thing breathing.
Posted on 2008-12-09 at 05:51:02.
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Topic: Fields of Rune
Subject: Below the Surface
Shepherd was beginning to feel relaxed as the bard performed and began to juggle. He still kept his eye on the streets, specifically the woman and the homeless man, but allowed himself to calm somewhat with the humorous bard. A rapid slip of he knives drew a trickle of blood from the entertainer's hand and before Shepherd could make a move the lady had arrived and had cured and bandaged it.
So, just as he had suspected, there was more to this woman than a midnight stroll through Balding Bear. Zau was her name and it seemed these four words meant more to her than just a greeting. Perhaps this was something not everyone was privy to.
Bezmir, he said his name was now and Shepherd was glad to finally learn it. He did seem to have some kind of gift with words and music and Shepherd was glad for it, he had not spoken a friendly word in too long a time and this was the perfect context.
It seemed that Bezmir had a certain level of perception as well that was not common to the average human Shepherd had met. It was true he had not travelled with a companion in so long. He had had his share of fellow travelers. Their weight was always on his shoulders and yet he had put those thoughts, those memories to the back of his mind and now they came fluttering back into his realm of consciousness. Shepherd silenced the past, the present was where he was and was meant to be. The welcoming air did not disappear from him and neither did his expression. It seemed that Zau and Bezmir had found a certain kinship as well. Shepherd was glad for that. Zau had a certain longing or loneliness in her. There was a past long gone in her. And yet, it seemed recently stirred into her mind just as his own had been.
"You are traveling without a true destination, but with a purpose. What is it you are looking to find?" Zau had turned to him and Shepherd looked at her, her eyes held a blue glow of curiosity and Shepherd thought, how much should he tell them?
"I'm something of a passer through. Shepherd means much more to my identity than just a name." Shepherd smiled gently at the end of his statement. A smile so rarely seen. They were a small few that were still living that had seen his smile and they're ghosts carried the warm memory of Shepherd's smile which gave great joy to all around and created a certain rare feeling of comfort and certainty in life. Shepherd's eyes met her blue hue with a kindness. He could not tell them more. For his own safety but more importantly for their safety. And yet, Zau had a mission of her own, this was no home that she planned on settling down in and even Bezmir had his own quest, whether he knew what it was yet was another question.
"And you, you are not a permanent member of the Balding Bear community, I'm sure."
Posted on 2008-12-09 at 05:47:28.
Edited on 2008-12-16 at 05:48:55 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Mutants & Masterminds 2nd Ed.
Subject: Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice!
Very cool! I just have one question to ask: who are we exactly? Is it just us or are we part of a bigger society and I personally would be curious to how we meet, based mostly n the fact that my character for the most part would stick to himself.
Also, what is considered equipment of the group and that which needs to be our own? My character will definitely need weights and a library. Perhaps this is more a question for other players. What do you guys think?
Posted on 2008-12-09 at 05:10:33.
Edited on 2008-12-09 at 05:52:47 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Fields of Rune
Subject: Oh Happy Fall!
The bard offered a laughter to the night and it was gobbled into its folds. Even Shepherd was impressed by the way the man could so quickly dissolve the awkwardness into the air. Shepherd may have many talents but relating to others was not one of them and he was even grateful for the cleansing the ambience had been sent through with the ringings of wonderful laughter.
"I'm glad." Shepherd replied to the grinning man responding with a smile of his own. His face remained as fixed as stone but yet his eyes suddenly lightened and seemed young and full again as they looked into the bard's.
The man was astute as well or learned at least. He had picked up on the fear of wolves that harbored in the unconsciousness of all Balding Bear residents. Shepherd's face was slowly becoming the friendly face that he had worn regularly centuries ago and now only seldom sported.
The bard had a soft-spot for alcohol which Shepherd was somehow not surprised to see in this jovial man. Shepherd drank very rarely, he had nothing against it and would be the first to advocate for its taste, he just did not have the money or the company to support such a habit. Perhaps...
Shepherd saw what was happening a moment before it happened. It was a vigorous throwing back of the head and what may have even been intended to be a kick of the leg. In the end the whole body was tossed backward while both legs fumbled over each other slipped from the others' feet and it seemed to be implying a crash of epic proportions but Shepherd had starting moving first and the pipe had been cashed, latched to his belt and both hands had dived out catching the collapsing man and re-righting him on his feet, all in the matter of seconds.
Shepherd leaned back and looked at the bard. "You best watch yourself." There was a pause then "Shepherd" the face was unchanged but the eyes were now dancing with laughter and happiness, a strange combination of both youth and age. Many a man had been fascinated by his eyes, hours could be spent staring into them and to have the opportunity to see them in the state they were in now could fill any soul with unquenchable joy.
Posted on 2008-12-04 at 05:48:03.
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Topic: A New Space-Faring, Time-Traveling Adventure For All!!!
Subject: Slow and Steady
Okay, so once I've gotten my other games out of the way this one will SERIOUSLY pick up! (I hope if I say it enough it will :-). But I will be posting more and kickstarting the free form one soon.
Posted on 2008-12-04 at 04:56:09.
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Topic: Mutants & Masterminds 2nd Ed.
Subject: Okay Then
I will join, I just dropped a PM for you Skari and should have a character in the next couple weeks, if that's too long to wait then possibly I would be able to jump in mid stride? I just REALLY want to do this!
Posted on 2008-12-04 at 04:17:16.
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Topic: Mutants & Masterminds 2nd Ed.
Subject: Very Solid and Very Interesting
God this is intriguing! Will definitely read it over more carefully and think about it!!! Thanks for putting a kicking game up though 
Posted on 2008-12-03 at 18:06:25.
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Topic: Fields of Rune
Subject: An Unusual, Midnight Conference
Shepherd was silent, drawing deeply from his pipe. A relaxed sense of keen awareness came over him and he was not startled when the door to the Blind Bard swung open casting a flare of warm light into the dark streets emitting the Bard into the night. He seemed excited and Shepherd felt a certain tenderness, satisfied that this man had been encouraged by the coins left for him. Shepherd did not turn to him however he simply let the smoke drift from between his lips into the embrace of the cool, summer zephyr to be carried to the nostrils of the man sprawled at the gate of the alley way. Shepherd had been watching him: Balding Bear was not a town to host the homeless and the appearance of a so-called vagrant was unusual. Perhaps this demanded investigation, but the bard was a more pressing affair and Shepherd did not desire to seem unwelcoming or disapproving, being aloof as he already was to strangers.
"God, I hate turning down free rooms." the young bard had said on his way out and Shepherd sought to right this wrong in perception.
"I will not retract what little I had to offer in recompense for the song you gave me as well as the remaining patrons. Thank you." Shepherd spoke, looking directly into the Bard's eyes.
Suddenly the door swung open again and the light pierced into the darkness, revealing the young women to the night. She gave coins to the homeless person and Shepherd noted this with interest though he did not seem to pay any attention. Shepherd observed this as well with an aspect of curiosity. What would come of this odd meeting in a remote town in the middle of nowhere? It had been a long time since Shepherd had engaged in a discussion that he had actually been interested in.
Posted on 2008-12-03 at 04:22:02.
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Topic: Fields of Rune
Subject: Unfoldings
Shepherd had been sitting silently for awhile, perhaps a little more lost in thought than he would usually allow himself to become; he was still aware though and knew that for the time being he was safe, no one would be daring enough to upset the calm that had crept up upon the Blind Bard and dragged it to a stand still. Lost in the quagmire of its own inertia, Shepherd felt quite comfortable leaving the Blind Bard be while he wandered through the labyrinths of his mind. The olive-skinned, young-and-human-looking man delved into the centuries of experiences that had heaped up in the expanses of his mind.
A door swinging upon slowly drew him from his thought and he turned to observe the young woman who was seating herself at the bar. He instantly noticed her astute understanding of the rooms dynamics, so she was smarter and obviously not a local... though that was palpable from the curious and lustful leers she was picking up on her way to the bar and the glances that the Bartender was sneaking at her. This was interesting... better keep an eye on her: who knows what men will do for desire and it seems like she's a rare attraction for these sex-starved men. Shepherd turned back to look at the wall, lit by the glow of the nearby, roaring fire, yet he kept the excited men and the new face in his peripheral vision.
Suddenly, a new character entered the scene, though Shepherd had been watching him for awhile. It was the bard, depressed by how he had fared the night before, packing up to go. And abruptly his mood changed and his instrument was out again. Though not a soul would have been able to tell, Shepherd was pleased that the disliked bard was back at it. A look did not cross Shepherd's face and still he watched the wall and the lusty men and the wanted girl and Shepherd let the beautiful song drift through, this performance was even better than the first: perhaps he had everything on the line or perhaps he had nothing to lose, whatever the case, it had a pleasing effect and Shepherd listened.
A certain loneliness crept into Shepherd as the melody floated through his mind and pricked up memories of bygone days, this man was singing of so much more than the simple and fun story and so much more than even he knew. Shepherd knew though and it brought reality to bare. Shepherd felt at home in the the night and the cloak of stars and constellations where he could wrap the mythologies around the world. The sky was one of the few things left which had seen more than Shepherd and its breeze had known Shepherd as a boy it had known him all his life. It had been mother, raising him to know Father Wind, showing him the ways and corners of the world. Guiding him over land and over ocean, and yet in a funny way he had grown with it, frolicked with it and loved with it. Shepherd had held it closer to him in the dark cold nights than any woman. Now what was that night breeze. Gentle kisses, a guide, a watching spirit. He missed it now and rose to go and greet it, to reminisce and to drift with it.
The thoughts that had flooded from Shepherd's heart and stormed his mind, were locked deep within, under layers of walls and armour and anyone watching him would have thought that he was indifferent to his environment, to his music and perhaps even to his life. His stoic look remained set upon his face with a somber wisdom that only an observant eye would draw as an indication to question his appearance of youth.
Shepherd rose and went to the bar making no signal to draw the barkeep to him but a fixing of the eyes... and that was all the bartender needed from a man like Shepherd. Shepherd placed money upon the counter, all he had... he wouldn't need it after he departed town and could always find more if he did.
"This is for the meal and tell our bard, he can have anything he wants... that my money will pay for. And a room if he still needs" His deep, resounding voice commanded the full, undivided attention from the innkeeper, for a moment he even ignored his newest patron, whom he had taken an attraction to.
Before turning to leave he caught the eye of the performer, no change in look passed across Shepherd's face but his eyes held eternities of experience and for a moment they were shared with the musician, before Shepherd turned into the night.
The wind was whistling through the silent town, which had completely died before dusk had come on. He sat upon the bench, pressed up against the outer wall of the town's tourist attraction and packed himself a bowl of tobacco in the pipe, almost as ancient as he was, which he had crooked in his jaw. With a tiny flint and steel nestled in one hand and a swift and dextrous movement of the fingers plenty sparks leapt into the bowl of his pipe and as he shadowed his hand over the tobacco the sparks grew to a warm roasting within his pipe, perhaps a touch faster than it naturally should have been, though no one was in the vicinity, to notice such a slight altercation of the norm. Shepherd drew deep and looked out into the skies, staring right back at him. As the night breeze drew away his exhalation, he knew that they were comrades now. Together in this struggle to right the world, to set balance back to the swinging scales of existence.
Posted on 2008-12-02 at 05:25:35.
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Topic: A New Space-Faring, Time-Traveling Adventure For All!!!
Subject: Hey Dude!!!
Awesome man good call! I should be getting more info up on this soon maybe just wait a little to work on your recent history (how you got onto the ship, etc...) while I get a bit of a background going but please start up on your character. That'd be great! I'll see you in the Fields of Rune!
Posted on 2008-12-02 at 04:04:44.
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Topic: A New Space-Faring, Time-Traveling Adventure For All!!!
Subject: Keep this going!
This is one that I really want to get started so in the near future I intend to post some information onto this thread before beginning a free-form, even between my two characters in order to establish things and get into the MEAT of it!!! If you want to join by all means drop in here before swinging down to the free-form section. I intend to hold onto the New Year before I get my expectations of a getting a truly funky game going! I'll be back on here soon (even if I am just posting to myself  )
Posted on 2008-12-02 at 03:52:52.
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Topic: A New Space-Faring, Time-Traveling Adventure For All!!!
Subject: Agreed
I totally understand the concern about how busy things can get and would be willing to slow things down if that's what was needed for anyone to keep up as long as we kept it alive! I really do agree that a lot of fun can be had. Think about it and let me know, it'd be really great to have you!
Posted on 2008-11-25 at 05:48:51.
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Topic: A New Space-Faring, Time-Traveling Adventure For All!!!
Subject: A New Space-Faring, Time-Traveling Adventure For All!!!
Hi everybody, I'm looking to begin a fun, futuristic, free form game. You might ask why I'm posting this up in the Recruitment threads and this is simply because I want it to have a level of guidance, not only from me but from those who chose to join. I want it to be a communally lead adventure.
I'm totally open to discussion about everything, I'm just a player like everyone else in this but basically what I have envisioned is to create the crew of a spaceship, lost in both time and space. I think it would be a lot of fun to work together to create adventures in all sorts of periods of time on Earth (anything from prehistoric to distant future) as well as all sorts of different planets.
It'd be a really cool way to flex creative muscles in working together to create all sorts of different worlds, some can be scary, some funny and some mysterious. We can take this in the direction of political intrigue sometimes and go as far from that as possible in absurdist adventures. The core I want to keep is developing neat relationships between the crew members (everything from hatred to love). On a wayward ship we will have to work together to survive no matter what.
Characters can be anything from an invented alien race to a pirate from the 1700's who somehow ended up in this strange, amalgamated crew. This will be a great venture for any writer looking to challenge themselves: inventing a character from any walk of life and placing them in all sorts of contexts, examining and deepening their values and moral codes (or lack thereof) and delving into personal and societal history. Characters of completely opposing personalities will be forced to work together to solve all sorts of problems.
Ideally this will organically move from episodic adventures to a mystery or mission that ties itself throughout the story but I want to work with all the players to develop this. Instead of guiding the players through a web it'll be cool to discover the web together.
I am going to begin by playing the captain of the ship, to help get things rolling at the beginning, as well as playing the character I intend to be my primary character (but who knows what will happen!). I want to everyone to help to find out what we know of each other and our history before bringing it to life and working together to take the story to all sorts of places and thicken the plot! I really hope this has caught some sort of attention because I think it would be super fun and a great challenge for an RPer, either experienced or completely new to it, to learn to develop a character and at the same time work with everyone else (I'm certainly looking forward to it!). Thanks for listening!
Post on here or drop me a PM if you're curious and we'll get this going!
Posted on 2008-11-25 at 04:43:32.
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Topic: Fields of Rune
Subject: Somewhere to Go
No one would be able to tell Shepherd did not appreciate his surroundings in the small, well-kept Blind Bard. He ate his food slowly and easily and sat comfortably. He was a tall, proud looking man with broad shoulders and muscular arms. He wore only a loose, earthy-green tunic with a tattered, wood-coloured gathered cloak around him. His face was very distinct and seemed foreign compared to the soft, chubby features of the surrounding patrons. He had a long forehead, surrounded by shaggy brown hair and piercing gray eyes peering from beneath the bushy eyebrows. The big, broad nose jutted out from the bridge between the two shining stone irises. His large chin thrust out dressed in the thick beard that covered his face from ear to ear.
His eyes moved slowly but keenly over the tiny crowded room. There were very few people in it and yet it still seemed smothering because there were in fact only three tables and only a few paces between each. A jovial, baby-faced man worked the bar. He sent grins over to the local men and did very little to hide the grimace that passed over his features as he looked in Shepherd's direction.
Shepherd ate slowly and nodded back to the barkeep. He had a room for the night but that was as long as he was staying, he had somewhere to go and it definitely wasn't Balding Bear.
Posted on 2008-11-23 at 07:11:35.
Edited on 2008-11-23 at 07:13:59 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Fields of Rune
Subject: Balding Bear
--I will write more soon but this is what I got for now, cool thread --
The Blind Bard Tavern hung on the edge of Balding Bear, the town that barely clung to the highway by their only inn. Barely linked to civilization, Balding Bear was on the precipice of one of the largest forests, Viscina's Wood, across the town from the main road. Because of this Balding Bear was the host to the occasional pilgrim, passing through, and despite its small size, it was remembered by most travelers for its stubborn and suspicious population of forty-one.
Whether or not the citizens had good reason for their lack of trust was arguable but they at least deserved respect for their stalwart defense against the small wayward, raiding packs of wolves, which they took pride in and used any possible moment as an opportunity to swap battle stories and display inconsequential battle scars.
With very little entertainment outside of their small battles, legends were woven around the wolf raids. Balding Bear's residents created and circulated myths of werewolves amongst the community. Not one of the stories held factual support and most of the tales were spun to kill off idle time and believed out of boredom as opposed to faith.
Passerbys usually took what hospitality they could, in food and shelter, from the Blind Bard before hurrying on, in search of whatever treasure or damsel they sought. This is precisely what Shepherd intended on doing as he sat at his table in the dimly-lit tavern, watching the locals eye him across the room over their pints.
Posted on 2008-11-20 at 00:07:54.
Edited on 2008-11-20 at 00:08:07 by Dragonblood
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