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Topic: The Gobber King- QnA
Subject: Turning
At best, these are zombies, so still easy enough to turn. unless the dice truly hate ya. luckily, there are only ten, and they are large enough to hit. I dont see this ending bad, but a turning is a grand idea, as 10 of them means 10 chances for a 20. hehe
I do so enjoy destroying undead.... even if Mal isn't a fan.
Posted on 2014-05-13 at 19:39:00.
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Topic: The Gobber King- QnA
Subject: dibs
Ill take a pack, and the crossbow w/ wizard juju arrows. (I think i have that proficiency... )
Posted on 2014-05-13 at 01:43:23.
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Topic: The Gobber King
Subject: Things to Consider...
Apon moving away from the interrogation, Mal paid little heed to his surroundings, finding himself almost angry that he had not been allowed to cause the vile monster pain. Anger that faded quickly as the heat of battle seeped away, leaving him disappointed in himself. He was better than that. Better than the man he had once been. At least, he hoped he was. But the sight of the goblinoids had struck a long-buried chord in himself, and it was all he could do to not tear it apart where it lie.
As it turned out, his companions had been correct. Torture would not loosen the Bugbear's tongue. Only the promise of a good death did that, and that was something the Swashbuckler would never have offered, or complied to. However, sitting by the pool, feet dipped in the water as he wiped his blade clean, he chose to listen in as the hairy creature began to talk.
"We were sent here by the Mistress to slay the wizard who inhabits this place. The bolts on the crossbow are made specifically to slay mages. He is about to undergo the transformatiom. I do not know what that means but the mistress feared it happening so we were sent to stop it and kill him. Now you know why I do not wish to return. The necklace the Gelfling is playing with is a spell that would return us home. So unless you wish to meet the Mistress, You might not want to break that crystal."
Mal looked up at that, his interest struck. He had thought this monster a minion of the Wizard. And why wouldn't he? This was the Wizard's domain. But this, this was good. They now knew two things without a doubt. The Wizard was indeed alive, and here in this house of Horror, and he had powerful enemies. Perhaps another Mage? Perhaps something worse. But the real interest came from it's first sentence. 'Transformation'. Mal knew little of Wizards, compared to most scholars and philosophers, but even a boy from the streets of Pardinal's great harbor had heard storied of great wizards, and their darkest desires. To Transform... The man had an idea as to what the bug bear spoke of, but chose to not yet put words to it. For if he was correct, then he and his companions had no hope of getting out of this place alive.
Mal listened no more to the beast's words, hearing all he needed. Even it's execution did not register. Only when he felt a small hand touch him did he come back to reality, feeling a cold sweat start to take hold.
"I'm glad you didn't cut him up too bad. Thanks, Mal." He heard Wembley say, and looked into the Cidal's face, but he was already moving away to a massage bed. A small smile touched the Swashbuckler's lips. Again he mused to himself of the Cidal's true lack of concern for their predicament. A Quality the Swashbuckler would truly kill for.
A short while, and a small meal later, Mal came to the conclusion that he would need to speak with the Syln Mage if he wished to express his fears without causing too much concern. But even as the thought came to him, he could feel himself dozing. "Perhaps in the morning..." He murmured aloud, his last thought before drifting out....
As The party woke, one by one, with Mal closer to the end of the chain, plans were already being put into motion.
“Perhaps we should take the one the bugbear's came through,” Alôndas offered, “we can perhaps assume that they took care of any dangers that may lurk in its destination.”
Shaking sleep from his eyes, and standing, ignoring his still wet boots, he moved to join his party, saying nothing as of yet, but offering a slight nod in agreement. His mind was still haunted by his theory from the night before. Thoughts that only grew and multiplied as he considered it more. But he couldn't very well pull the mage away now, in the middle of the conversation. He would have to wait. Better to hold it inside for now, than to speak a word such as this before the assembled crew. No one wanted to hear such things, and Mal did not wish to say them. Not until he had more evidence. For truly, there are few topics one could bring up that inspired as much fear as 'Lich'......
Posted on 2014-05-11 at 21:36:19.
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Topic: The Gobber King- QnA
Subject: hahaha
I am enjoying this as well. As for the new information, all I can say is "Craaap." Transformation of a high level wizard? I do so wonder what he is trying to become... -_-
hehe, ill post very soon.
Posted on 2014-05-09 at 00:38:43.
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Topic: The Gobber King- QnA
Subject: ya, it'd be gruesome.
Luckily, the others have their own ideas in mind. No point torturing him now. Might just off him before we leave. bwahaha
Posted on 2014-04-29 at 01:34:20.
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Topic: The Gobber King- QnA
Subject: hahaha, loved the post
Both of you, awesome. Love it. Especially Wembley, again. Reminds me soo much of Tasslehoff.
Aw, I was jus gonna take smaall bits... 
Posted on 2014-04-28 at 13:43:51.
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Topic: The Gobber King
Subject: As ya wish...
Mal looks between the Cidal and the Khord, a snarl started on his lips. But with a slight shrug, his Saber once again rests on his shoulder. Taking a step back, he growls, "Try it yer way, then." He growls, and moves to sit by the pool, muttering to himself, but allowing his companions to try. He could always cut pieces from the bug bear later, if... when his companions' attempts to persuade the beast failed.
Posted on 2014-04-28 at 13:41:37.
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Topic: The Gobber King
Subject: Some things need a lighter touch...
The Monster looks intently at the Sylvari and spat on the floor by his feet. 'I fear neither death nor any torture from the likes of you, Gelfling!”
The Swashbuckler sighs as his Sylv companion continues to ask the beast questions, not for annoyance of the intelligent mage, but for the knowledge that the bug bear would only spit again, and call him another name. Threats didn't work well on beings of larger stature, and more violent back grounds. This creature was set in his belief that he could withstand any torture he and his companions could produce. But this was hardly the first time Mal had had to get information from an unwilling prisoner, and he knew he would enjoy this one more than the humans he had, in the past, beaten for information.
Once Alan finished his query, the swashbuckler took no time in moving to stab the point of his blood-stained saber through the beast's hand, making sure not to cut anything vital, only to inflict pain. He knew this wouldn't provoke this slave into speaking, but it was a good beginning.
"Monster, know this. Ya may be havin' the fortitude ya claim ta have. Ya may not tell us what we wish ta know. But.... I do so hate your ilk, and even if'n ya won't talk, I will be torturin' ya, fer the simple pleasure of it. If'n ya choose ta talk, I be sure me companions will force me ta stop. But should ya not, I will be enjoyin' myself fully in removin' yer fingers, yer toes, yer manhood, yer eyelids, yer lips, yer ears, and yer eyes. Yer tongue, I be savin' fer last, jus in case ya choose ta speak. That bein' said, this be yer last chance, fuzzy. For I'll nay kill ya. I simply be meanin' to make ya worthless. Sport an' food fer yer kin. Will yer mistress have use of a crippled dog? I be thinkin' not...."
The Swashbuckler stated calmly, a slight grin touching his lips. Truly, he would be disgusted by the act, and would prefer to simply finish the vile thing, but Mal had learned long ago, once a threat is made, it must be upheld. And so, against his usual nature, should it come to it,the man fully intended on following through on his threat, and he hoped, prayed, that this stupid monster was smart enough, perceptive enough, to see the truth in his cold eyes....
Posted on 2014-04-27 at 23:37:22.
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Topic: The Gobber King- QnA
Subject: Persuasion is my thing.
Ill let the others post before hand. need the bugbears choise of reply to Alan, though I can guess it, anyways. Once a couple ppl let us know what they doing, i shall begin 'convincing' this creature that telling us what we want to know is indeed in it's best interests.... I do so enjoy torture... er, persuasion... 
Posted on 2014-04-26 at 23:18:43.
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Topic: The Gobber King
Subject: A good day to be Mal
As the monstrosity fell before him, quite dead, the Swashbuckler breathed an easy sigh. The fight had been fast, and, Mal believed, very well. That is, until his gaze fell apon the unconscious Khord floating in the pool, and Crow leaking crimson from what seemed to be a moderately serious wound. Mal, however, had no skill in treating wounds, and no interest in joining the rest of the party in the pool. Gamard, after all, was not that large. The others would handle him just fine, he knew. Instead, he moved to the dying Bugbear, seeing that Alan had the leader of the beasts under control.
Standing over the badly wounded monster, he let the tip of his blade hover an inch from it's throat, and gave it a good booting to get it's attention.
((Assuming it wakes up))
"Oy, Monster. D'ya speak common? Fer yer sake, I hope so... Yer only hope ta live lies in just how helpful we find yer words..." Mal growls menacingly, gripping his saber tightly as he struggles to resist plunging his blade into the monster's throat. Beasts such as this did not deserve life, and the idea of letting it live truly bothered the Swashbuckler.....
((If it doesnt wake, disragard the last bit, and replace it with 'Mal sighs in disgust, and sticks the tip of his blade into the Beast's wind pipe, feeling satysfaction in destroying the evil goblin-kin's life'))
Posted on 2014-04-21 at 04:38:30.
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Topic: The Gobber King- QnA
Subject: aaand
I dont see many nicer places than this to rest ahead of us. haha.
However, I can see dudley's point. lol, I gotta agree, we gotta let the spell casters rest.... and the wounded, I suppose... 
Posted on 2014-04-14 at 18:08:06.
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Topic: New Game, anyone interested?
Subject: The Heroic Henrich... Well, not really heroic....
Henrich Dazifick, known since his birth as Henny the Half Man, Was spawned and raised in the Capitol of Pardinal. Having never known his parents, the Cidal was raised and taught by a clever rogue since he can remember. Milo, the man had been called, had never been the type to lie to Henny, and never cast any illusion of fatherhood. The Cidal was a means to easy living for the aging human, who was far past his prime when it came to the seedy life in the alleys and roof tops. It had always been a simple arrangement. Henny, when he was old enough, and with the proper skill, stole where he could, and brought his findings back to Milo, who would fence the trinkets. In return, the Cidal, who stood out so much in this city of tall folk, always had a safe home to return to, and a meal on the table. A simple arrangement, until the day Milo got caught with a more-than-noticeable medallion that little Henny had filched from a drunk noble.
With Milo gone, dead or imprisoned, Henrich had little choice but to leave his casual living behind. He had no contacts of his own, and no good way to find them, for though he knew the words of thieves as well as anyone else, few would deal with so identifiable a creature. Thus, by pure chance, he had stumbled across a party of adventurers, their ranks made up of several races, rather than just one. And Henny had readily identified a thief in their midst. Whether a true companion, or a snake in waiting, the Cidal could think of no better way for himself to make a living. He had heard stories of great adventurers, and of the amazing treasures some had found, and it was then he decided, he was no longer a prowler of the alleys, A rat to scurry away when someone drew too near... He would be a rogue for hire, and he would live better than Milo ever did.... This, he promised himself, was a sure thing....
Posted on 2014-04-03 at 16:46:26.
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Topic: Anyone up for a new game?
Subject: MONEY MONEY!
So yall gonna wonder here and there why you ever let my character in with you, but I promise he will show his worth in the most unlikely of times. And with a charisma this high, how can you not love that tentically face? Bwahahahaha
Posted on 2014-04-02 at 23:17:14.
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Topic: New Game, anyone interested?
Subject: so
Character is just about done... just 1 more Question.... what lvl we starting at? you said we adventured together one other time, was it enough to get a level or two, or are we still at 1?
EDIT: Oh wow, I feel perceptive now... lmao, sorry bout that bro. OK, it'll be done in a flash.
Posted on 2014-04-02 at 23:15:51.
Edited on 2014-04-03 at 16:17:00 by Salvator Navaar
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Topic: New Game, anyone interested?
Subject: yo
Claiming the Rogue position. Currently working out character.
Posted on 2014-04-02 at 03:35:06.
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Topic: The Gobber King
Subject: know when to strike....
Mal holds his attack at bay as he watches his opponent jump into the water at the command of the cidal cleric. Considering following, the swashbuckler growls and remains where he stands, waiting for the beast to again come to solid ground.
((Short post, held attack. once it begins coming back out, Mal will attempt an attack of opportunity while it pulls itself from the water.))
Posted on 2014-03-30 at 05:09:26.
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Topic: New Game, anyone interested?
Subject: 2ED is my jam
Ill take that 4th slot if thats cool. I can play whatever clas needed, though I am best with fighter or rogue. Can do cleric. Very little exp with wizard. But I just cant pass up 2ED.
Posted on 2014-03-28 at 00:18:07.
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Topic: WANTED: NEW GAME TO PLAY
Subject: oh...
I didn't mind the movie so much, but aye, the comics are crazy good.
Posted on 2014-03-18 at 21:19:38.
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Topic: WANTED: NEW GAME TO PLAY
Subject: Yes, yes, just yes
One is a gladiatorial D&D style game where characters fight for prestige in the arena of Sendaria.
Another is based on the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, but set in 1930'.
I would be all over either of these......
Posted on 2014-03-18 at 17:14:28.
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Topic: WANTED: NEW GAME TO PLAY
Subject: I shouldn't... but.....
I am always down for a new game. I am in a good number, but most are only partially active. Though if they all hit, ima have to pull alot of RP out of my..... pit of Ideas...
But I have alot of free time, so ya, I would be in. probably. maybe. depending on what it was.
((Too bad about SW IM... I wanted to know what was in the box... hehe))
Posted on 2014-03-18 at 04:07:04.
Edited on 2014-03-18 at 04:08:02 by Salvator Navaar
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Topic: Star Wars: A Clone's Duty
Subject: the quiet before...
Hodges found himself watching Riggs sort through the heaps of junk that were left behind in the small skirmish, but only for lack of anything better. Always, the clone had been confident. He had taken the training sims by storm, and truly believed he could take on the droid armies and walk away unscathed. But this last event, his first taste of real battle had opened his eyes. Something he had never had to factor in in his training. The adrenaline. The real fear of death. The knowledge that his life could be snuffed out by a kriffing clanker that got a lucky shot off.
In the end, for any skill he could boast, it came down to the moment. Every little moment, and the need to make it to the next, trusting his instincts more than any skill he had learned. And, he admitted, if only to himself, he was scared. Here on this desolate outpost, surrounded by enemies with only these few clones around him for support, Hodges had to accept that statistically, there was no possible way they could survive. They would all die here, in service to a republic that saw them as disposable assets. No one would ever know their names, or how fiercely they fought to hold their ground. No one would add them to the history holos, or think of the sacrifice they made. They would be found here, riddled with blaster holes, and written off as an expense. Remembered only as the ones who failed in the face of danger.
Sighing audibly, the clone checked his weapon charge, and moved back to the blast doors. Removing his helmet, he pressed his ear to the cool durasteel and listened, almost hoping to hear the droids outside. To know they wouldn't simply be locked in this small wing, waiting to die. Truly, he did hope Caboose and Omega would make it, would save their useless hides and end this torment. But Hodges was a realist. And in reality, these few clones weren't worth a full extraction team. If the ranked officers saw it as a lost cause, which he was sure they would, then Hodges and his team would be abandoned.
((Just a listen check for this round.))
Posted on 2014-03-13 at 21:51:51.
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Topic: intrest in a chat game?
Subject: well, ya see...
1. Though rarely active, I would drop in from time to time, and think it sounds like great fun. As for the vote, As the other 2 said, I know a good bit more of DnD rules ((Mainly 2ed)), but wouldn't dream of turning down extra bonus perks/powers, so I say either or. Cuz simply voting on one like you want us too is just too easy.
but ya, looks fun, love to see where you take it.
Posted on 2014-03-11 at 09:07:14.
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Topic: The Gobber King
Subject: First Blood!
Mal let his grimace slip a bit as his saber bit into the beast's leg, replaced by a determined snarl as he pushed in, meaning to get in past the chain's effective range and again slip his blade inside the goblinoid's defenses, muttering a silent prayer that he could avoid his opponents massive fists.
No, these monsters were powerful foes, and had to be dealt with fast, before they managed to do too much damage.
Posted on 2014-03-10 at 15:58:20.
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Topic: Love you all
Subject: I beg to differ...
In all actuality, I believe it is the lack-there-of... Too sober for too long, and this is what happens.
Posted on 2014-03-02 at 18:28:55.
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Topic: Love you all
Subject: Love you all
Just wanna say, even though I have only been here a short time, and may not be the best RPer... ok, a key board is my bane, I accept I am average at best
But this is easily the best gaming community I have had the honor of being a part of. I get along with everyone, and fully enjoy every game I am a part of.
Love you all, and I hope I can continue to play here for years to come.
Posted on 2014-02-28 at 19:24:02.
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