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Topic: Iron Age QA
Subject: Hey guys
This is the first time I've been able to get online all week. I'm hoping to get a post up during the day, if I do not, I sincerely apologize, I'm still working out life without internet. Hope I'm not holding the game up too much. Okay, off to catch up!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-05-15 at 17:13:06.
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Topic: Nomachron: Tides of Time Q/A
Subject: Apologies
Hey folks, I haven't had the chance to get onto the internet until today so I'm just reading the posts now. I'm hoping I'll be able to get up an introductory post today. If I do not, I sincerely apologize. I'm still figuring out life without internet and sorting out when are the best times to post and such. I like what I've read so far and can't wait to join in! 
EDIT: Alright finally pounded it out. I invented Belia obviously, if this isn't good Kaelyn just lemme know and I'll edit it to whatever would suit you. Hope y'all like it, I haven't had the chance to edit it very closely yet and I let it get a little messy near the finish but I'm happy to be in now and looking forward to some good gaming!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-05-15 at 17:10:38.
Edited on 2011-05-15 at 19:30:32 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Iron Age QA
Subject: cool
Sounds like a neat concept Darren, looking forward to seeing how it plays out!
As far as the final member goes, we could honestly use a rogue, arcane or divine spellcaster! But let's be honest the cleric, fighter, wizard, rogue party is never as exciting to play, this way we'll have to be creative with the way we solve our problems and work harder as a team!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-05-08 at 18:26:20.
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Topic: Nomachron: Tides of Time Q/A
Subject: Awesome
Welcome Grugg, glad to have ya!
Just finished reading through all the posted Lore and I gotta say, it's got me stoked. You've put a lot of work into this world Kaelyn and it's paid off well, it was quite a wonderful read and seems very conducive to a good RP. Looking forward to Monday and getting the game going!
It's going to be interesting to play with two paladins, a druid and a bard, do we know what other concepts are coming our way? Our final two players are Phelan and Skye from what I can remember, what do you two have in mind?
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-05-07 at 19:19:08.
Edited on 2011-05-07 at 19:19:52 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Iron Age QA
Subject: no worries
Having been on your end of things Shield, I understand getting everything in order before being able to start the game. All good adventures go through their delays and this one really hasn't been around that long, we've even had a chance to start RPing! I'm overjoyed to hear we'll be seeing a starter post in two days or so and can't wait to get started.
I must say, the internet at my apartment's been cut of late so I'll only have access at the library or internet cafe's so if I don't reply right off the bat, my sincerest apologies, I will maintain a 1 post per week quota for sure.
Out of curiosity who are our other characters that we're waiting on? This is what I think we have:
human druid (me)
human cavalier (shades)
goblin bard (darren)
I'm not sure what Chessic's playing but I'm looking forward to finding out! 
Who's our final player? 
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-05-07 at 19:04:51.
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Topic: NBA Anyone?
Subject: NBA Anyone?
Okay, so we've always had our hockey and our football fans on this site and though I do follow both, basketball is the true game for me. Is there anyone out there following it with me?
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-05-05 at 04:09:54.
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Topic: A new gun in town
Subject: Indeed!
Welcome good sir, I hope many an enjoyable adventure awaits you on this site, I've certainly found my fair share of fun and I don't doubt you will too. Love the sound of the last game you played, perhaps there'll be a chance to swap more stories as time goes on.
And, much thanks to your dear wife who dragged you here, way to go Celeste!! 
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-05-05 at 03:38:33.
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Topic: Hockey Time
Subject: Wow
Maybe this is a true sign of insanity but I agree with everything Grugg said above.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-05-05 at 03:12:47.
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Topic: Nomachron has need once more
Subject: yep
I will be awaiting more information and starting to consider characters. Already am starting to have ideas. Evil campaign or good?
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-05-04 at 01:29:50.
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Topic: Iron Age QA
Subject: response
The amber light of the inn darted through the tendrils of smoke that escaped, slithering out through the room, from Joseph's mouth. The deep, weighty bowl fit into the weathered hands well, the leaves moulded into the meerschaum resting between thumb and forefinger, ghosts of snakes stealing away out of the packed tobacco.
Joseph sat silent and still. His mind was racing and his eyes flicked from spot to spot, leaping from the burnt, blasted and stained walls of the inn to the chipped and well worn counter that glistened with beer, spit and rainwater. Joseph had not been inside in years. A roof over his head... it was as if some sadistic giant had chosen Joseph as a stool and was resting his weight upon the druid's head. Stuffy and small Joseph could feel the ceiling creeping closer and closer trying to trap him in this tiny little cage. Even his leg muscles and back felt strangely sore from resting upon the roughly crafted wooden chair, the grassy floor was a more welcoming seat to Joseph but there was none available.
He had considered venturing out into the rain once more and spending the day wet and happy, relaxed and spacious, but decided to remain for warmth. It concerned him not if he was rude to stay or leave but simply chose to dry his clothes and return when the storm had yielded that sweet smell of grass and flowers reaching up after a rain and bathing in the sun shyly peaking from behind the rainbow speckled skies.
"Darn there sir!" Joseph turned to face the country boy turned soldier that seemed to be seated next to him, "You look even more ragged than me, though I suppose not by much!" Joseph eyed the man and his clothing slowly, his dark brown irises running over the long brown trench coat that hung on the arm of the chair.
"Your feet do seem to have seen the road my friend." Joseph replied gently, his deep voice rolling out and suggesting an age and wisdom that belied his youthful face.
Joseph considered whether he would find himself travelling with the kid. It was strange, the road that stretched out behind Joseph was one of learning, age, knowledge and truth. The world had many lessons written into its stones and trees, each blade of grass carried a chapter in the story of creation. Joseph had grown to be hundreds of years old it seemed over the time that he had spent buffeted by the winds of adventure.
This lad however had seen the road but still bore that shining mark of innocence in his eyes, native to the children. This was the sparkle of youth, which wooed woman, won sympathy and eventually left a man wanting. He would come to have that naivete crushed wickedly in coming seasons and Joseph hoped he would not be at the man's side for it.
"The name's Richard Denim sir. I reckon from the way you are dressed that you're a country-bumpkin just like me." The man continued on as Joseph appraised him. It was suited name, Joseph wondered what the origin of the name was. Joseph had interacted with few humans as he avoided cities and those he knew best were the names of the Vicarios. This had fostered Joseph's ignorance of other cultures, tribes and societies.
"I am Joseph David Gabriel Feroz. I am a traveler." Joseph assented Richard's observation.
The man responded talkatively, Joseph had fogotten how central conversation was to most humans, already he was growing tired of discourse and longed to be alone in silence. "I ain't been in a city this big before, used to either be in the open prairies, or small towns where everyone knows everyone." Joseph leaned back slightly as the man moved closer to whisper an addendum, "I am thinking the people round here are kind of unfriendly, but that is between you and me right?"
"They are men. City men do not know how to live." Joseph said bluntly, he knew no other words for it and didn't know how to properly make a dialogue out of these anecdotal observations.
Fidgeting with the cards the man added, "Can I deal you in? My parents taught me this fun game called 'Go Fish', been taught in the family for a couple generations now. Its easy to learn and easy to play and best of all, its fun!"
"I do not wish to play cards, continue with your games and I will with my pipe." Joseph' voice was gentle and told the tale of a man who knew nothing of sharing a table with another man more than an ornery attitude. Joseph could hear the wisdom in his voice but as he spoke he could hear ignorance and innocence of his own. This sick cesspools of pollution and progress were alien worlds to him and everything from the silverware to the wars was unfamiliar. His place was with the trees and the wind and he longed to be back in the forest, even if he had to sacrifice his solitude and be joined by the Wolf Pack.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-04-30 at 21:03:36.
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Topic: Iron Age QA
Subject: Back in the city
(OOC: Well, certainly not my best but it's up right and I'm in the game! Alright, if I take too many liberties let me know. I'll probably go over this soon and give it a bit of an edit but you'll get the main idea from it right now. Feel free to fire up conversation Shades, Joseph is a quiet man and doesn't really know how from spending the last five years alone in the wild. I assumed you'd already left Chessic, if not I will rewrite to include you. When were you thinking of moving this to a game thread Shield?)
Stillness in the sky. The blue that may be plucked out of the threads of summer dresses had been woven into the dome above Malvarin. Sitting like a tyrant fattened by the beatings he gave his citizens, the sun gazed down upon the city. Clothes clung to skin as the still air shot scents of sweat up the nostrils of men and women strolling about. The Malvarin market was more a painting than a place of trade. Fat men, in tunics shadowed by sweat, wheezed out the heat, squatting upon wooden benches. Little children, girls in their flower skirts and boys in their cotton jerkins, hid in small slivers of shade that escaped the eyes of the sun. From behind the galss and under the kiosk umbrellas merchants watched the frozen image praying for a purchase. Hot and humid as it was, their prayers were answered.
A man moved casually through the streets, his soft leather shoes padding gently on the path of cobblestones that wound towards the city centre. The rags and tatters that hung from his shoulders and around his waist left taught, dark skin bare advertising sweating muscle to what little breeze might stir up between shop fronts. Rubbing warmly on the outside thigh was a long sheath that housed a hot hunting knife. The sweat the snailed down his legs were cousins to the snakes of sweat, which were slithering down his back. The man had both backpack and quiver pressed against his skin bouncing and pushing the material wet and sticky over his spine. The largest cell of sweat was pouring out from the mane of tangled, black curls that hung, unkempt from the head, winding down his jawline into a thick, mangy beard. Droplets flew to the bow that rested on his shoulder and rubbed up against his armpit. But the face drew the heat of the attack, sucking the salt water down it till it was slick with sweat. Still the man’s expression did not seem agitated. Joseph David Gabriel Feroz was used to all sorts of weather.
Dark brown eyes gazed wonderingly about the brick and stone buildings, which towered around him. Almost bemused, sad was their countenance as they considered the toil that was wasted on what ha dbeen awarded the moniker of progress. These monoliths were nothing more than broken rocks reformed into squares Joseph thought to himself. Alas, this once had been a plain running out from forest down to a shore, loved so tenderly on days such as this, by a sea.
Joseph drew a deep sigh of longing these strange buildings seemed like beasts drawn from dark forges placed in the pits of the planet and since petrified and put on display. Grotesque gargoyles were these boxes that crowded up around the young druid. It seemed their steam and smoked gasped and huffed down his neck, their long shadows mocked his own, following him, haunting him, hunting him. Joseph could feel his legs shaking as the size of the city surrounded him. Simple. Ladnar had asked Joseph to buy some armor and meet at the Morning breeze when the sun had just passed its highest point. Buy the armour, find the inn, get out of the city. Joseph breathed these thoughts out in long sighs hoping to calm the rushing heart that surged blood up through his veins heating his skin and forcing more pricks of sweat out from his pores. He wiped his forehead. Well, he had made it to the market square.
Joseph gazed around dumbly. The painting was almost sad to see. On such a warm day as this, Joseph longed to be naked sprawled out astride some oak under the sun, perhaps splashing around in a stream, certainly not watching these overdressed and overeaten folks trying to beat off the sun with solemn looks and fans. Embrace the heat, Joseph thought.
Joseph strolled over to the first outdoor stand he could, it seemed to be selling some strange smorgasbord of fancy coloured, oddly shaped objects varying in sizes. What they were, the druid didn’t know and didn’t care, he wanted armour. He faced the short portly man, who wore his thin moustache as though he were plotting to steal innocence from the world.
“Lookin’ for sum sweets?” A nasally voice eeked out from between his foul teeth.
“No. I seek armour, who here can sell me durable equipment for reasonable price?” Joseph deep but quiet voice cut through the man’s.
“Ah bugga’. Why no’ a bi’a ice cream ta cool ya off?”
“No. Tell me where I may purchase armor or I will leave.”
The man grumbled and bickered for a bit before pointing down the square to a shop at the easern side. Joseph turned without thanking him and moved down to the shop. As he was about to enter the arms shop another caught his eye, Heyne Twins Tobacconist. For a moment Joseph was transported back to the first moment Ladnar had shared a pipe with him. The slow tendrils of soothing smoke sliding out of his lips and the succulent flavour filling his mouth. Joseph’s mouth watered and he glanced through the glass to see the rows of jars and barrels stuffed with the cured and treated alternate tobaccos. Upon a rack behind the counter was a wall of more pipes than Joseph ever could have imagined. Putting his mind to the small sack of money he’d collected over the years as a traveler, Joseph decided to stop into the shop after he investigated his armor situation.
Joseph walked through the door and glanced around the place. The shop did not advertise itself well to a man like Joseph, the metal husks of men that hung from the walls seemed almost ghostly and the shiny shirts seemed gaudy. This fancy metal seemed to be good only for the blows of blades, what good would the do for the traveler needed to be agile, who needed to travel light and on days such as this would the plates of steel be the coolest choice? Joseph turned his eyes to the cheaper selection of options. Those gaudy metal monstrosities could be saved for the knights with their delusions of grandeur and the soldiers with their monotonies of duty, they could dump their bags of gold into that worthless investment, for Joseph these slim fitted leather jerkins seemed more fitted.
The merchant walked over to Joseph as he ran his hands over a particularly simple, supple but firm suit of leather armour. “I see this beauty has caught your fancy?”
Joseph smiled, “Yes, but I have little to offer. I know that the bull that gave his life for this fine suit had a gorgeous hide and the craftswork is simple and sturdy. I will offer you twenty gold pieces in exchange. I have no more to offer and have not attempted to barter you for less. Give it me for this or I will leave.” The man eyed Joseph for a few moments as he too reached out feel the quality of the leather. Joseph truly had very little ability to bargain or barter and knew only how to tell the truth. His eyes showed this honest and on this day he was lucky for that.
“I will give it for twenty, you seem a good man who needs the armour for noble causes.” The man ushered Joseph to the till and drew up a long flat rope with notches drawn into it from a drawer.
“Perhaps not noble causes but I will use it better than any other you would hand it to for more.” Joseph spoke as the man strung the string around Joseph in different configurations calculating measurements. The druid waited as the salesman bustled around pulling together good solid pieces leather to draw up a suit that stitched together with buttons and zippers to cover mostly the torso but pushed just past the shoulders to the biceps and reached over the crotch down the thighs. It was light and flexible and air at the armpits provided breathability. It zipped at the sides and buttoned between the legs. Joseph slung it over his soldier, reluctantly admitting that there was something strong and secure in knowing that he would be bearing this for days to come.
Leaving twenty gold with the man Joseph left. Glancing up at the still sky he saw that the wet air had found its wind and was now blowing about furiously. He grinned as a kaleidoscope of coloured candies were blown from the stand down the square where the moustached men worked and bounced toward. him. Picking one up and popping it in his mouth Joseph gave a wink and a bow to the flustered and frustrated man down the way. The furious wind had drawn as a murder of crows, a herd of clouds to cover up the clear sky that once resided of Malvarin.
Joseph glanced back at the tobacconist behind him thoughtfully before peaking up the sky to see if he could catch some inkling of the time. There was none, but he was confidant he still had many minutes before he had to meet with Ladnar. He ducked into the small shop.
Instantly he was overwhelmed by one of the most wondrous smells, thick and sweet, smoky, woodsy, delicious. Joseph walked to the counter to find a short, little goblin sporting a monocle and a straggly black beard. The goblin seemed to be genial and kind compared to the ones Joseph had encountered just nights ago in the wild.
“Hello lad, what do you seek?” The man croaked in a deep, froglike voice.
“Tobacco and a pipe.” Joseph replied gazing up at the array of different shapes and sizes, corncobs, briars, meerschaums, clays and more.
“Well, the tobacco I can aid you with but the pipe is a choice left to you my friend. Why don’t I shake a pouch or two together for you and you can admire my selection?” Without awaiting response the little goblin scuttled away and began blending and concocting while Joseph turned his gaze to the wall. He sighed thoughtfully; he wanted something that would last him through the many faces of weather and land he would be traveling through. The clays would break too easily and the corncobs would decay over a year. He turned his gaze to the briars and the meerschaums when one caught his eye. It was a meerschaum with deep bowl and stem that stretched out of it nobly but what caught his eye was that the pipe was modeled after a tree, the stem was in fact a trunk and the bowl was leaves and branches.
“Well, have you landed on something?” The Goblin inquired in his toady voice as he dropped the pouches from behind him.
“That one there.” Joseph had not taken his eyes off the beautiful piece of work.
“Good choice my boy, good choice! Well for a starter, you’ve got a good eye. Let’s see… hmm… well how much have you got?”
Joseph looked to his pouch. He had twenty gold left, he poured it out on the corner, “That is all my money.”
“Well keep yourself two pieces in case you get in trouble,” The man grinned and winked and Joseph took his newest purchase. “I do hope you have a cloak in that satchel!” The goblin croaked as he pointed through the window. Joseph turned to see a torrent of rain and wind attacking the market square as though the liberty of mankind was at stake. Shops had been closed hurriedly and people had rushed inside.
Joseph smiled and nodded. “Yes I do indeed. It’s been awhile since I’ve been in a nice squall like this.” Just as he was about to exit the shop he turned back to the goblin, “By the way, do you happen to know where the Morning Breeze is?”
After the Goblin had given Joseph directions to the tavern the druid set out into the storm with joy pulsing through his body. The sky seemed to weep with the laughter that Joseph with it. His deep rolling laugh that was rarely heard by men was shared with the sky and the sky laughed back rumbling deeply with thunder. The rain seemed to coat Joseph, draw him to dance, court him, this warm summer water flirted with his skin drawing up goosepimples so frigid hairs might hold small drops of water. Like some made beast Joseph shook his mane and water sprayed everywhere leaving the tangle of black in a curly mess.
The door of the morning breeze opened slowly and a figure, soaking wet strolled in reluctantly. People turned and stared at the wildman dressed in tatters and clearly armed walked through the door. He had flung a cloak over his new coat of armour instead of his own body and made his hair into a madness that lured eyes easily. He was quite tall and scanned over the heads quickly and easily seeking out Ladnar’s table. He saw the ranger and another sitting at a table. Joseph strode over and joined them eying the handsome young man at his side. From his bag he drew his new pipe and tobacco and began to smoke contentedly and quietly, still smiling from the rain.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-04-30 at 01:29:11.
Edited on 2011-04-30 at 01:29:53 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Iron Age QA
Subject: Hey Chess!
Hey Chess! Happy to see you've joined the game! What I find works when I don't know how to join in the RPing or there hasn't been much groundwork lain for conversation or extensive posting yet is I begin to delve into what I know best about the situation: my own character. I personally don't actually know what you're playing chess and would love to hear more about it! Maybe you could add a description about your character to the post? Also, just because he looks like he appears and disappears from and into thin air to us doesn't mean you can't describe where he actually goes to, we'll all play along and not be able to tell don't worry! 
Also maybe just add some thoughts, what makes the dude tick, what's he think about, what's his groove, where's his grind at, you know, that type of stuff! Either way, glad to see we have another player/character on board and I can't wait to hear more about him!
Getting over nasty illness, I've got a bit of work still required of me in character creation but when that's done, I'll jump in the fun!!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-04-28 at 15:16:58.
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: Sorry
Hey guys, sorry I've been absent lately. I've been pretty ill, even spent much of a night in a hospital. I'm on the road to recovery now and should be able to start working on my character again. Apologies.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-04-28 at 14:59:19.
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Topic: Iron Age QA
Subject: Don't want to step on any toes...
I don't imagine it would be breaking many purity codes to fire up a little interaction, that said I do want to wait for Shield to set the scene, I don't know anything about where we'll be starting, and I wouldn't want to make assumptions (like we're in a metropolis, when in fact we're in a small town) in our interaction which might lead to the need for re-writes. I still want to give y'all a proper write-up but for now I'll just tell you that he is a Human Druid. Should be an interesting concept with your character!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-04-24 at 22:15:07.
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Topic: Iron Age QA
Subject: Agreed!
I certainly don't intend to stress you out or overburden you Shield, but if you do have one handy, I'd love to see a map! For now I'm mostly excited to get this thing going! who else is playing and what are we looking at for characters? Also, I would be interested in getting a little bit of role-play going, just to see how the characters play up against each other, when is our estimated launch date you think?
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-04-24 at 19:29:59.
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: Phew
Alright, I've pieced together my character finally, though I'm still putting together a background and an appearance. Of course, I still await Al's approval, but hopefully Ben "Hack" Robinson will be joining you all on board. He's something of a generalist and hopefully will contribute well to the team. 
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-04-22 at 21:05:38.
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: My best go of it
Sexy
Assassins
Lose
Ownership
Of
Nylon
Knife
Encasements,
Endorsing
Pregnant
Executioners
Rampantly
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-04-22 at 01:18:11.
Edited on 2011-04-22 at 01:19:22 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: character
Hey guys I'm still around, just working on my character, I've been working full time this week again now that school's done and have been too busy to start putting ideas into action but I promise everything will be sorted this weekend and I'll have my character submitted to you Al. As for names I've always been partial to names from mythologies, one particular one I like is Gilgamesh. Gilgamesh was a king of Uruk (modern day Iraq or so) and some of the earliest writings surviving tell the mythology of his times. I'm basically open to anything though!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-04-22 at 01:07:25.
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Topic: Would anyone be interested in this?
Subject: Glad to hear it!
I'm very excited about my character and intrigued by Shades'. Looking forward to getting this underway guys!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-04-20 at 06:58:49.
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Topic: Happy Birthday Eol!!!
Subject: Haha
B-b-b-but I thought I was the facelick squeegee! 
Way to get six tongues in and around your face as birthday presents! I bet all the ones you got in RL couldn't come close to competing!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-04-19 at 21:56:02.
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Topic: Happy Birthday Eol!!!
Subject: Whooooo Weheeeee!
Happy Birthday mate! Have a great day and a great year!!
Oh and, how could I resist... FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACELIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-04-19 at 12:44:40.
Edited on 2011-04-19 at 12:44:57 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Very new
Subject: Hm...
He also sometimes licks you and likes the taste, which keeps him coming back for more, pretending, as many do with free samples, that he's forgotten. 
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-04-18 at 23:54:12.
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Topic: Very new
Subject: Good day sir!
Welcome to the inn Alvin. I think all the basics have been covered here so I'll just add a warm welcome of my own. There do seem to be a nice variety of games in the recruitment thread between Clockwork, Darren and Shield Wolf. If you don't find anything that tickles your fancy, be patient, there are all kinds of games that pop up around here!
Another good place to start practicing posting in character and telling a story in the PBP format is a free-form game. From what I can tell it's been quiet in these sections of late but no one would be opposed to you firing up your own. As you can tell there is a smorgasbord of options! So get comfy and start gaming, it's good to have you!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-04-17 at 20:31:20.
Edited on 2011-04-17 at 20:35:10 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: new kid?
Haha, I've been here at the inn off and on for seven years now and the only chance I had to play with Al was interrupted by reality. There's an old kid getting a second chance here too!
Speaking of, I am sending you a character concept via PM right now Al.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-04-17 at 20:00:31.
Edited on 2011-04-17 at 20:00:53 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Would anyone be interested in this?
Subject: Hey Shield
I just finished school and I'm still tied up with some other things, not to mention the game I was planning on running. I am still putting a character together in my brain but I just want to warn you that it will take me a couple days before I can start putting any serious work into the character.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2011-04-15 at 22:57:14.
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