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Topic: There is more to the Inn than the forums...
Subject: Awesome
He didn't even show this to me (Disclosure to fellow Innmates - Alacrity is my hubby...and DM).
This is why we need voting buttons 
Posted on 2010-10-15 at 16:19:40.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: More comings and goings than Grand Central Station!
Willow had been watching Blake closely, but other than a spot of high color on each well-fed cheek, the banker was actually dealing with the situation well. She revised her opinion of the man and wondered how many other scrapes he'd had to pay Jimmy's way out of. Perhaps she hadn't been so hard on her father, after all. There had been the incident with his best friend and business partner, though...
"What’s going on?” a man asked Wyatt as he entered the cargo bay from within the ship, “I thought we were done with the Sheriff and ready to blast off this rock.”
(Assuming he receives and explanation regarding the Banker’s son in jail)
“That’s a pickle,” the man responded with a shake of his head, “The Sheriff doesn’t seem like a man you're going to be able to move so easily. I think…” he trailed off a bit as he seemed to be thinking … then turned and headed back up the ladder towards the crew quarters.. “..I have to check something.”
The former Companion had already supposed that this must be Pearson, and decided to dislike him on the spot (despite the entirely yummy laugh crinkles around his eyes) when his comment about the sheriff gave her pause. Pearson would know the sheriff and not have to guess, wouldn't he?
"Captain-san? Did we pick up more passengers?" Willow asked, throwing a meaningful glance at Bowman's retreating back. " Aren't we going to be a little crowded if we do manage to free James? I think we need to determine something that the sheriff wants more than holding James. Perhaps Blake could insist that if James stays, so does he, and Pearson with him. Wouldn't it make perfect sense that a wealthy man like Blake would want his hired gun close by for protection?"
"While Blake has his call with the sheriff, I do have some unfinished business that James so rudely interrupted. You'll excuse me for a moment?"
OOC: Leaving room for interaction, but if DM wants to move us forward, Willow's next actions are to retrieve Grandfather's credits from her room, and return outside to pay Benny and obtain the chess piece.
Posted on 2010-10-15 at 00:30:28.
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Topic: Pungeon Master
Subject: So long as he isn't the Pungent Master
yes, I went there 
Posted on 2010-10-08 at 13:34:46.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Well, we know who her friends are :)
Char and Kilgim are right there, while Maximus was going to wait for orders (still trying to figure that one out), but he did decide to move to attack.
Arien? Flynn? *whistles in the darkness*
Posted on 2010-10-08 at 11:43:10.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Arien knows
It's in our shared history...he tried to "rescue" Dapple the night she left Nightshadow (she was actually still dressing as a woman then). After several attempts to charm her, he left her alone, then met Shona.
Quite frankly, if Olan wants to play that he's quite forgotten, and thinks of Dapple as the boy she appears to be, then that's cool too.
Posted on 2010-10-05 at 03:13:15.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: huh
setting my dice down and taking a 17 strength snooze....
Posted on 2010-10-02 at 22:03:59.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: well, poop
Well, that didn't work out as planned...
It had seemed perfectly logical to the little thief hiding in shadows, hiding from life. She wasn't armoured in steel like some, wasn't brawny like others, and there was no intelligence in the dead priests to outwit, so why would she fight them? No, the priests were a delaying tactic, meant to winnow down their numbers, and the real adversary was hidden away.
Even the cleverest of mages have trouble concentrating with a dagger between their ribs, she'd grinned to herself, and so she'd begun to make her way deeper into the temple. When the threads suddenly appeared and withdrew, she knew she had a short window of opportunity act. From watching Adrian and poor mad Jal, and even some of the mages they'd faced,she knew that all needed at least some time between spells to cast again. Strike now, before she can act again! hissed her mentor, and Dapple agreed.
She increased her pace, still moving fairly quietly, but wanting to follow the threads to their owner. She heard the others calling behind her, and annoyed that she now had heralds announcing her arrival, she gave up all pretence at stealth, drawing her daggers as she rounded a corner.
She felt sudden hard punches to her abdomen and shoulder as blazing lines of fire race across arms and legs, her face searing as hot, salty liquid ran into her eyes. She blinked away blood and looked down to see threads puncturing her body like some tailor's pindoll, and when the pain swelled and crashed the wall of ice around her, she dropped like a stone, knowing nothing else.
Posted on 2010-10-02 at 22:03:13.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Didn't think of it that way!
Willow nearly jumped out of her skin when Blake appeared at her side - her nerves were that frazzled. Even though she'd been getting herself ready for the crew, she didn't expect the round banker to pop up like a child's toy.
"I'm sorry Miss Willow? Did I hear you say something about my son? I don't think I heard you right. Where is he?" the man asked anxiously, and Willow recalled how excitable the man was. She was about to respond when Wyatt turned back from the comm.
"It would seem that your son thought it wise to skin his hog leg in a very public bar and got himself bound by law." Wyatt began in the same mild tone he'd used with Willow, but then it turned decidedly frosty.
"Funny thing was, Mr. Blake; he drew with the intent to do harm to my crew. Now, tell me why I shouldn't let him rot on this dirt ball while we make our merry back to Frisco, collect our pay, and leave the likes of him to his fate."
Willow blinked at the captain's words...it simply hadn't occurred to her that they wouldn't retrieve James, as unpleasant as it would make the return trip. She decided to take a few deep breaths and decide how she felt about it, while watching Blake closely for the onset of an angina attack.
Posted on 2010-09-26 at 03:47:52.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Good!
I was just checking to see who was holding us up...oh right, our fearless leader, lol
No wonder Dapple doesn't wait around.
Posted on 2010-09-20 at 22:21:04.
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Topic: Loaded Dice #57: Mano a Mano
Subject: Geddover Reddit alreddy :)
I likes...and I'm all that matters
Posted on 2010-09-20 at 22:10:22.
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Topic: LD Guest Comic: A Quick RPG Survival Guide
Subject: Dead even today
10 votes up, 10 down...but hey, DFTT! (Don't Feed the Trolls)
Nice going, Nina...a worthy homage
Posted on 2010-09-19 at 20:18:51.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: And she's off
From outside of Kilgim's protective circle, Dapple watched as the bard's spell made threads appear, threads that controlled the dead priests and their severed limbs like puppets in a mummer's show. She also noted how the severed limbs lost power once they entered Kilgim's circle, and that only Maximus' blade was truly effectived against the threads.
"FINE!" The girl's voice screams, "BE THAT WAY!" The priests and hobgoblins fly into the air, then fall, released from the threads, to crash down upon the party. Dapple didn't worry too much about the men (they were perfectly capable of dodging, after all) and instead focused on the threads. As they began to retreat from the large hall into the opening at the far end, Dapple took off after them.
Posted on 2010-09-11 at 22:25:58.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Shivering in the face of...calm?
"Gorram it, Willow," Wyatt almost whispered, his voice unwontedly gentle. "You could have been shot and kilt, and there wouldn't have been nothing I could have done about it."
Willow looked away at his mildness,and hugged her ams around herself, knowing that the man before her was seething inside. Usha's histrionics had been hard to bear, but they'd been cathartic; once the storm had passed the actress loved everyone once more and all was well. Wyatt kept things bottled up until he needed the bottle itself, and Willow would have rather be yelled at, sworn at, slapped or shaken 'til her head rattled - anything that would be a release of the tension inside the Captain.
"And we've already got Pearson on board so we've got three days to figure out how to stop him from influencing the good folk of Frisco, " Wyatt continued in that maddeningly calm voice, " But that's only if we can get off this rock, and we've precious time to do that as it is. Now I've got to get that gorram dandy out of the lockup, and I doubt that sheriff will dance to our fiddle this time around. Now, where did you see Sam?"
"Just a few minutes from here, Edgar's Place. I could just see the mule in the distance as I spotted him, so it's along your path here. Sam's either in a fist fight or bedding someone by now...." Willow paused as a thought occurred to her, unpleasant as it was.
Wyatt stepped over to the comm, activating it with the ease of long practice. "All crew to the cargo bay, pronto."
Willow immediately began fixing her hair and adjusting her outfit, composing herself as she did so. it would not do for anyone to see her upset; it was bad enough that she'd upset the captain. While she did so, she carefully didn't look at the man beside her. When they'd first discussed Willow buying a share of the ship, they'd understood the complications that could ensue with a mixed crew. Over endless cups of tea, they'd agreed that Willow's amorous activities would not happen onboard, and never with any of the crew, on ship or otherwise. It was too small a ship to let jealousy and sexual tension aboard, and the Black was no place for grudges. What she was about to propose would go against her promise, but it would make the next three days easier for everyone else.
"Captain, if we want to keep Pearson away from the townsfolk, I could...you know, distract him. It would mean breaking our arrangement, but if it would help, I'll do it. "
Posted on 2010-09-11 at 22:11:18.
Edited on 2010-09-11 at 22:12:17 by Vanadia
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: I"ve been travelling and didn't know it?
But then again, that's my usual excuse.I just didn't realize the thread had been updated. Will post on the weekend.
Question to the DM - did I witness what just happened, or had I already reached the door?
Posted on 2010-09-10 at 23:17:17.
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Topic: It's time to hand out the pink Shirt now
Subject: Cowards?
Marriage ain't for sissies But as for gaming - my husband is my DM, and we've been gaming for 25 years and been married for 19 (coming up on Sep 21, in fact).
My character Willow, in Rocinante is a coward, and plays as such, as she's the non-combatant like Kaylee from Firefly.
Dapple, on the other hand, isn't a coward, but as a thief, she has a finely developed instinct for survival. She's not gonna run into battle when the odds are against her, so I'm sure the heroes in the game would want to give "the young lad" in the party a pink shirt.
Posted on 2010-09-10 at 12:28:35.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Feel like I'm sneaking in after curfew
Willow and Benny finally reached the ship, though with Willow's pretty yet useless boots and slim fitting skirt, she'd been too slow to catch the crew, even with the mule to board onto the ship and stow. At the cargo door, Willow paused and gave Benny a considering look.
"It's probably best if you wait out here while I explain what happened to the captain. I'll get you the credits we promised and then we can say goodbye. You know I'll be right back, don't you, my dear? I have no reason to wrong you and every reason come back out." Willow had taken both of Benny's hands while she spoke and she watched him carefully for agreement. (will back post if necessary, will assume he agrees).
As she reached for the cargo door's handle, the door swung open and she found herself looking at the Captain's worried and angry face and Willow was stuck with a pang of guilt for having caused it. Before she could react, however, his usual mask slipped back into place and he moved back to let her in through the door frame.
"Welcome back, Willow," Wyatt was deceptively calm said as he checked the yard before closing the door and turning the latch again. "So...how've you been?"
The former Companion had taken a deep breath as she entered, but she knew that her expression couldn't completely hide her fright and own worry. She'd been so focused on getting back to the ship and away from the sheriff that she hadn't thought past that point.
"I've had better days, Captain-san," she began meekly, looking at the floor as she couldn't meet those steely eyes. " A quiet drink and a chance to conduct some minor business was all that I wanted, and James was the only one left on the ship. Only it turned out that James had been sent by that awful Brigit woman on the same matter, and the stupid fool drew a gun on me! I was so frightened, Captain, " Willow looked up at that moment, the terror fresh in her jade eyes, lashes trembling," I've never, I mean, people just don't do that in my world...or what used to be my world.." her voice trailed away.
She drew a shuddering breath and visibly reined herself in, looking away again as she continued, "The bartender, Darla, fired this enormous shotgun, just missing James and then the sheriff charged in. He's an awful, awful man, Captain-San! He beat James for being snotty, then arrested him, and made some pretty objectionable suggestions as to how I could free him. We need to tell Blake his son's been arrested, Captain, but I don't want to go anywhere near that awful man. "
Willow's eyes widened as she remembered what Benny had said about Pearson. "Oh! And Captain, we can't let the Frisco people hire that deputy...Pearson? My contact here told me he's ruthless and more than casual about killing.... " (assuming a hint of a reaction from Sung) .. oh no, was that the gunfire I heard? The sheriff went charging out of the bar after arresting James...who got shot? I thought I saw all of you on the mule just now and I saw Sam..."
OOC: Will stop now for Wyatt's reaction and response
OOC: Edited to correct the name of the town - I'm getting my places mixed up
Posted on 2010-09-09 at 01:51:42.
Edited on 2010-09-11 at 21:38:04 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Did I miss something?
I suspect that Bowman will become crew, but has it actually happened?
Posted on 2010-09-02 at 01:01:02.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Short 'n bitter - like..well, you know who
Long ago, horrible things happened to Sapphirine, and she’d died because she couldn’t live with it. Dapple had been helpless to prevent any of it, and she’d trained long and hard to never be helpless again. She stole for money to pay for training, she’d cheated and lied to get the training, and she worked herself relentlessly to be strong and hard enough for the moves the training taught her.
Watching the dead priests attack the party, Dapple felt the acid burn of helplessness eat away at her. What was the point of becoming a weapon if magic could defeat you? Dapple shook her head, pushing panic down into the ice, sending fear and doubt after it.
I am nothing, I feel nothing, I am nothing, I feel nothing…
When her breathing had slowed, Dapple could again watch dispassionately. The others were managing quite well, deflecting the blows and perhaps even having some effect, by the few hands lying still on the ground. There’s nothing you can do here, time to move on whispered the dead voice, coiling in the empty place where fear had been.
Dapple resumed her earlier path, edging her way within the shadows towards the stairs leading deeper into the monastery. Whatever controlled the dead priests wasn’t in the room with them, but had to be close by.
Posted on 2010-08-29 at 21:08:24.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Why did I wear these heels? Oh right, they're cute
Willow and Benny emerge from the alley onto a street Willow didn’t recognize, but the towers of the spaceport loomed in the distance and Willow felt her heart begin to lift and her fear ease. The Captain would make everything right, she thought to herself, just as she realized that the hover mule disappearing towards the spaceport was indeed the one from Rocinante.
She realized it was too far to call out, and she still had her dignity to think of (though her feet did ache in the pretty but impractical grey boots. She sighed and glanced around before stepping out into the street and spotted Sam heading into a saloon, and a rather seedy one at that.
“That ruckus we overheard with the sheriff couldn’t have been with my crew if they’ve got time for a drink,” Willow smiled at Benny, who looked dubious, but didn’t argue. “Let’s get to the ship and we can conclude our business, dear Benny. I think I’ve had enough adventure for one day.”
With that, Willow left Sam to his watered down booze and inevitable bar fight and made as much haste as was seemly towards the spaceport.
Posted on 2010-08-29 at 20:43:45.
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Topic: 2000 Registered Users!!!!
Subject: Wish I new what number I was...
But that was several crashes/servers ago
Posted on 2010-08-27 at 21:56:12.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Not this round?
No, we'll just suffer devastating injuries that kill us off next round from blood loss. Oh, and Arien's about to become a lefty 
For the record, I have no actual knowledge of what's about to happen - just the same paranoia you all have.
And bleh...after last night's amazing soup, this butternut squash soup from the deli downstairs? Disgusting!
Posted on 2010-08-23 at 17:08:36.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Momentary distraction
As Benny led Willow towards an alleyway, she hesitated only a moment. She wasn’t one of those “readers” and didn’t have any illusions about being one, but picking up non-verbal cues was part of her training, both as a doctor and a companion. Benny seemed to have a decency about him that was at odds with his rough exterior and diminished circumstances. Much like his possible half brother/cousin, Lao Tsu...
Willow lost herself in a short reverie, thinking about the charismatic leader of the Tong, while seeing the same familial features, the same image through a different lens, in the man before her. Funny I didn’t see it earlier she mused, as Benny explained about the sheriff and Pearson.
“Pearson?” Willow nearly squeaked, shaken out of her decidedly adult daydream,” That’s the lawman we came to ferry back to Frisco! We have to warn the Captain...and tell Blake about Jimmy!“ She muttered more, but it was in a gutter form of Hindi that would have scandalized her mother.
In her agitation, she grasped Benny by the arm and began urging him out of the alley, not remembering that she had no idea how to get to the ship. She had visions of Lao Tsu and his family dying at the hands of this Pearson fellow, and Jimmy’s bloodied face rose in her mind’s eye to stare accusingly at her.
Posted on 2010-08-21 at 23:48:30.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: My bad...
Will edit my post before Alacrity reads it 
Posted on 2010-08-21 at 23:29:18.
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Topic: What is your Favorite Character Class and Why?
Subject: Only one?
My long time favourite has to be thief (or rogue, if you insist) and like Steelight, it's daggers, baby!
My original D&D character, Vanadia, was a thief, as is Dapple. Both combine knife fighting with acrobatics and hand and feet martial arts.
Since coming to the Inn, though, I've come to love  love the sylvari bladesinger class.
Posted on 2010-08-21 at 21:43:02.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Feeling kinda pointless
The childish laughter echoed through the hall, and Dapple sent a startled “I thought there was no one here?” to Sunset, keeping her mental tone gentle despite her surprise. As the dead priests began their macabre dance of re-assembly and attack, she sank back into the shadows, her back up against the wall. The childish laughter had spooked the little thief, but at the same time, the childishness of the hair alarms and the display of the dead (like broken toys peevishly pushed aside) now had an explanation. Whatever they faced may be powerful and deadly, but it lacked subtlety.
Dead’s dead, little monster, whether by clever means or brute force admonished her inner darkness best you figure out how to leave. This isn’t your fight.
Dapple ignored the voice and watched the struggles of the others. Maximus struggled to keep his sword from invisible hands that sought only the sword, and that would leave him vulnerable to attack by the priests. Char and Flynn had moved to fight back to back, khukris backed by scimitar and ...violin? Was the bard really going to use a precious musical instrument as a weapon?
“Must have taken a blow to the head when I wasn’t looking,” muttered Dapple to herself, but saw that Kilgim was moving his hands and chanting in the manner that she’d come to recognize as a divine means to channel power. Arien and Adrian both, in the meantime, moved to intercept the attacking priests. The spectacle was almost laughable, armed and armoured warriors against priests holding kitchen tools, but the priests would not feel any pain, could not be killed, and would continue as long as they were compelled.
Dapple’s eyes widened as she made her realization, and looked around the room for any furniture that could be used as shields against the knives and cleavers. Alas, sitting comfortably was not akin to godliness, and even visitors were expected to use only pillows and mats for repose.
“Arien, Char, Valentine, Maximus...Flynn,” she called from the shadows,” don’t waste your strength trying to disable or kill them. Those aren’t battle weapons in their hands, just kitchen grade metal. Use what you can to blunt and warp the edges.”
Her warning shared, the fighter pushed away from the wall, drawing daggers but clutching them so that the blades lay flat along the outside of her forearms, additional protection against an edged attack. She began to circle the cluster of priests, not engaging directly, but ready to come to the assistance of any of her party that was attacked. For this, her powerful kicks would have to be enough; she knew that her daggers would do no good.
Posted on 2010-08-21 at 21:27:59.
Edited on 2010-08-21 at 23:32:53 by Vanadia
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