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Topic: The Guiding Light
Subject: An overwhelmed little girl...
The Sylvari, for all their long lives, were surrounded by death: even more so did bladesingers know that a natural passing was an unlikely fate for those who lived by the sword. In En’Aranthea’s short time at Megilindar Nost, she’d been summoned to the Oak of Remembrance a score of times to witness the appearance of new name among it’s branches: another fallen bladesinger in the service of the Speaker of the Stars. Even so, death had been remote, a possibility that occurred elsewhere, and to others.
As Ena’Arenthea moved through the desolate lighthouse, viewing its carnage, she felt sadness and despair rising, filling every mote of her being and slowing her limbs. Perhaps her teachers, especially her beloved Kiirar, had been right: she was not ready for the world. Fighting skills, diplomatic arts and oratory gifts counted for little in the face of such heartless and needless death, and she was unprepared to face the enormity of it.
It was the children that were the hardest to take. The Sylvari sheltered their precious and rare young with zealous care, and few as young as Ena’Aranthea were ever allowed outside of the Great Forests. To see the tiny bodies sprawled like broken toys, cast aside by a giant and careless hand, was too much for the young Sylvari to bear, and tears spilled unheeded down pale cheeks.
Ena’Aranthea was lost to the world as Varuna reacted to his own emotions and began to treat the prisoner roughly. It was only instinct that had her follow the cleric as he berated the pirate, pulling him up the stairs to the lighthouse’s highest floor. Seeing Varuna push the man over the parapet, broke through her misery, however, and she sprang forward to catch at the rope, not realizing Varuna’s intent to scare rather than to kill.
“No!” she cried, “We cannot do this. We will not sink to their level! Remember your vows to the Goddess, Varuna!”
OOC: I could post more, but Varuna’s taken a pretty significant action in game play, so I defer to the DM to determine the outcome. Can’t assume that the fellow isn’t heavier than Varuna can hold, or that Ena’s actions won’t tip the balance and cause what she seeks to prevent.
Posted on 2007-11-26 at 13:31:54.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Crew Roster for the ARF?
I'm thinking that the brief Charlie downloaded on the ARF would have included the names of the techs and soldiers posted here? If there's any detail about the brief glimpse she saw of the two men that would let her match names to them, she'd inform the Sarge and Looey.
Posted on 2007-11-25 at 14:47:26.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Hello?
No baby yet....and still, I posted  Put down the TV remotes and leave the football games for just a little while!
Posted on 2007-11-25 at 14:40:39.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: That bites!
One finger typing? Two thumb texting is the way to go, m'dear!
With my previous pregnancy, I developed carpal tunnel syndrome because I was doing a lot of software testing at the time. With this one, I actually injured my thumb from the motion of unholstering the crackberry and simultaneously spinning the scroll wheel to answer a call. I had picked a password that could be "thumbed" one handed, but towards the end of my travelling, had to use both hands 
So, CTS now stands for crackberry tendonitis syndrome
Posted on 2007-11-22 at 12:48:03.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: hehe...
Met a girlfriend for lunch yesterday and she told everyone in the restaurant that she was going to make me eat spicy food, walk the entire show floor (Toronto's original IKEA, which is HUGE), then hit every pothole on the way home....still no baby and today's rain is supposed to turn into our first snowfall tomorrow.
Maybe I should have beets for lunch....
Posted on 2007-11-21 at 15:11:16.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: No baby...
Despite raking leaves, going shopping, even having a root canal...baby insists on staying put
Of course, his estimated due date IS tomorrow!
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 23:16:32.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: sorry for the delay
When it came to a brawl, Willow’s best skill was staying out of the way, and she moved aside with an ease that was surprising, given the exact fit of the kimono she wore. She watched the preliminary exchange of insults with a wary look, knowing that blows or bullets were next.
Then the girl took matters in her own hands and decided she’d waited long enough for heroes. With a dancer’s high kick, the frightened girl struck the man reaching for her twice, before scuttling over to Willow and hiding behind her and Sung.
Willow held her arms out wide, letting the broad squares of her sleeves hang down and obscure the girl further. Looking over her shoulder at the frightened face peering up at her, Willow smiled the most encouraging smile she could muster, under the circumstances. “Well done, dear heart, you honour your grandfather with your courage. Give my fellows a moment more, and you’ll be on your way again.”
Willow looked back to the townsmen, who showed signs of crumbling, like most bullies when stood up to. “‘What she do that for?” the bleeding man whined, “We’s just having some fun.”
Dash replied with a string of curse words that would have made Usha faint dead away, but Willow had grown accustomed to it. She almost started to smile when she saw another man approach. She was about to say something when both Sung and Dash acknowledged him with nods, and Dash even went to far to greet him.
“Ni how, Wolfy,”
“Hiya Cap’n, Dash, long time, I see ya still saving them damsels in distress.” The stranger replied, and when the Tong men arrived to surround them, he continued.” Well Dash drawing a crowd like normal I see, damn but I have missed this.”
“Oh merciful Buddha,” Willow muttered to herself, “ more cowboys with a quip for every occasion. What does a girl have to do to get a strong silent type?”
Given town trash bullies and Tong, Willow preferred the Tong. They had at least discipline, and any foot soldiers like these had a bossman.
“So glad you could join us so quickly, gentlemen,” Willow declared smoothly, her arms still out to shield the girl behind her (for all the good silk could do as protection), “is it with us or these hooligans that you have business?”
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 21:12:02.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Fair enough
There's a little bit within my post about Charlie's own thoughts on the matter...but I will edit if you think inappropriate.
Never meant to imply that Tann was wrong...was just surprised and wanted to understand the protocol around the sitch.
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 14:44:30.
Edited on 2007-11-20 at 14:54:36 by Vanadia
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: Moving on to the next disaster
Charlie looks at the medic seriously, if a little blearily. “ Protected bra, huh? I got me one of those, from an eco-blacksmith at the Burning Man Festival a few years back, but it’s hardly regulation. You think Sarge blew a gasket over my jacket…you’da hafta medicate him if he saw them spikes poking through the t-shirt!,” she responded in a low voice that probably wasn’t as low as she intended. “Anyhoo, doc, thanks for the patch job.”
When the time came, she moved out with the others, moving gingerly until she could reassure herself that the taping did actually help her feel better. She may never get chummy with the buttoned down medic, but the woman knew her stuff, and Charlie’s respect for her had gone up considerably.
Blake started to open her mouth when the Sarge issued the watch list, as she’d have thought he’d give Hatherford the last watch to get the most uninterrupted rest, but then she shrugged. She’d seen enough to know he wouldn’t take it well, and the looey could always countermand the Sarge. Heckers, if Johannsen doesn’t say anything about her patient, then I won’t just for the fun of getting my head bit off, hehe. Can’t play the “not in the chain of command” both ways, chicka!
When they reached the bunks, Blake spent some of her downtime muttering and looking over the bits of robot she had time to salvage, trying to determine how it was made, whether the command chip was intact, and if so, she’d try hacking it with her computer. She knew that if she didn’t do this first, she’d never settle her mind enough to chase sleep.
Once she’d satisfied herself that she was going to learn all that she could from the broken parts, she set them aside and lay flat out on her bunk. Insomnia was part of her life for as long as she could remember, and she was prepared to at least let her body get some rest, if not her brain, but fatigue rolled over her and she slept, fingers twitching at some imaginary keyboard.
When wakened, Charlie stretched tentatively and grinned at how much better she felt. A day in a steam room, followed by a deep tissue massage administered by a burly blond man would not go amiss, but she felt pretty darn chipper, all things considering. She opened her MRE, grinning at the goofy sense of anticipation she always felt on such discovering the over-processed, chemical tasting stuff (“Mana from the gods, dudes!”), and traded portions of it with the others to maximize the caffeine and sugar content of her meal.
When Sarge called the troop to order, Charlie took her place in the marching order, holding the M6 instead of the pistol. If they came across another ‘bot, she wanted a little more stopping power.
Charlie found herself looking at the bloodstains in the hallway almost too much, the patterns and spatter drew her eye and she couldn’t help but speculate on the grievious injuries that would cause such patterns. It was that much more startling to enter the observatory and not see any more stains, almost cut off in mid-spatter. She was just starting to collect viable explanations for herself when the staccato sound of automatic gunfire sent her into a crouching scuttle for cover.
“Hold your fire, everyone pull back we need them alive” Kane ordered, and Charlie would have laughed at the absurdity of the situation if she weren’t being fired at. Wouldn’t be much of a rescue if we killed them, now would it?
Still, once under as much cover as possible, Charlie waited for the looey to tell the soldiers to stand down, the cavalry was here. She kept her carbine ready however, more to lay down covering fire if necessary than with any intention to harm the soldiers.
OOC: Maybe I missed it, but no-one told the looey about the mini-dragon? I didn't post that Charlie would check it and the radiation canisters out as I wasn't sure she knew about them. Don't want to metagame.
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 13:33:48.
Edited on 2007-11-20 at 13:37:45 by Vanadia
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Since we're discussing it
When I asked for an update on health, it was so that I'd know how much better MY character felt, so I can play accordingly, and how I would perceive the state of any other obviously injured players.
In my opinion, cold damage would be not be apparent to us non-medics unless it was severe (like hypothermia) so unless Johannsen says anything, I'm not certain the characters would realize the medic is sufffering at all.
Inga's been a stand up, by the book military type so far, and her player has posted that Inga is determined to not disgrace her Norwegian ancestors, so I can easily see Inga marching on without a complaint until she froze solid, with none of us the wiser We all carry a little fatigue from cold damage, but wouldn't guess that Inga feels worse than the rest of us, unless we're really perceptive
Anyway, did not mean to start a big debate...was just surprised that Kane would put his own rest before that of one of his wounded men.
Posted on 2007-11-20 at 13:01:08.
Edited on 2007-11-20 at 13:04:37 by Vanadia
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Thanks!
Blake won't pull rank when she was as injured as Hatherford...if she was less so she might have offered to take his watch.
Ok...writing a post
Posted on 2007-11-19 at 22:47:14.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Question of protocol, and one of the DM, specifically
The sarge had one badly wounded soldier (Hatherford) take a watch, but not the other (Blake). Would us "officers" normally offer to take a watch to let the wounded get more rest?
You've said that we are not back to full, and I can understand that, but perhaps a breakdown of how relatively healthy we each are at after the partial rest would prevent us from assumptions in our posts.
Posted on 2007-11-19 at 22:36:28.
Edited on 2007-11-19 at 22:42:56 by Vanadia
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Not out, but definitely down
Dapple didn’t really listen to the conversation, her attention was on the Green. Cornered snakes were deadly and she wasn’t fooled by his apparent passivity. Any excuse to kill him will do…perhaps a twitch from kneeling so long ? the dead voice within her urged her.
Maximus’ blade began to descend, and Dapple saw the Green’s muscles bunching, not to brace for the blow but to evade it. Training took over and she aimed her dagger, not for where the Green WAS, but where he WOULD be once he changed direction to attack. The Green chose a different maneuver than Dapple would have, however, and the dagger sank into his shoulder instead of his throat. Dapple prepared herself to follow up with a kick to finish the job when something struck her.
Pain arched through her and every muscle seized, the powerful muscles in shoulders, back and legs causing her to arch backwards, arms flung out and legs extended. The force of the bolt itself sent her flying and she couldn’t gather herself to land or even curl protectively for the impact with the floor. She fell hard and even as the energy dissipated, her muscles continued to twitch involuntarily, and refused to respond to her confused brain’s commands.
She flopped on the ground like a fish out of water, strangled sounds escaping her throat. Even though eyes and ears still worked, she couldn’t direct them, nor even her thoughts, and she felt spiraling panic as the loss of control continued.
Posted on 2007-11-19 at 14:34:49.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: I have to ask...
What's a MRE? Bromern referred to it in his post and it's a TLA (three letter acronym) that I can't figure out
Posted on 2007-11-18 at 20:41:58.
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Topic: The Guiding Light Q&A
Subject: Waiting on???
Tann needs to post, I guess. Otherwise, I beleive we posted the intention of continuing onto the lighthouse as originally planned.
Posted on 2007-11-16 at 17:02:01.
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Topic: Olan's baby photobucket
Subject: Definitely a cute pic!!
I'm struggling enough with "Broody Hen" syndrome and you post pictures of a baby I can't cuddle!! That's just mean!
Posted on 2007-11-16 at 14:15:10.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Goth...evil cleric to the goddess of pain...
Hard to distinguish from the outfits...actually
OK...who gave me the title "One Hot Momma"? You just made my day!
Posted on 2007-11-15 at 21:59:41.
Edited on 2007-11-15 at 22:00:31 by Vanadia
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: LMAO at Inga's reply...Grugg's comment
That is sooo funny...i think Blake HAS one of those bras, but it probably has spikes and is definitely not part of the uniform. 
Posted on 2007-11-15 at 21:32:12.
Edited on 2007-11-15 at 21:37:14 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Ummm...
A rave of reavers?
Posted on 2007-11-15 at 21:09:51.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I hadn't forgotten...
But it's one of those "one time" surprise type defense rather than an attack. Willow's non-violent to a fault, and has never so much a slapped at a fly. It's her player feeling fiesty 
Anasthetic to the nethers....hehe...we could call 'em "numbnuts"!
Posted on 2007-11-15 at 20:56:13.
Edited on 2007-11-15 at 20:57:28 by Vanadia
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Sorry, can't resist...
Dapple slid her eyes over to Valentine and remembered the "helpful" advice the arrogant mage (now there's a redundant statement, lol)had given when she had asked about fighting Reds. She looked back over the "battlefield" considering what must have happened, then returned her dead stare to Valentine.
"If he hit you twice or so just above the elbow," she responded,"it's nothing permanent and feeling should return soon enough. Prevention's dead simple. Don't let them close enough to touch you."
OOC: Skipped over the matter of the Green and Maximus as we still need the DM to tell us if we have a dead Green or get to watch Maximus turn from good to evil alignment through the use of torture
Posted on 2007-11-15 at 20:53:11.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Looking pretty's ok I guess
But there's something galling about being a non-combatant when there are bullies around....Can Willow call Dapple on over from CWLLO and have her stick some sharp and pointy things in the bad guys for Willow?
Just askin'
Posted on 2007-11-15 at 20:44:09.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Post
Hope no one was ofended by the Seinfeld reference...if it crosses the line, i'll edit, but Charlie cares little for the conventions...even of good taste 
Posted on 2007-11-15 at 15:22:22.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: Careful...she's ticklish!
Blake is more than happy to let Johannsen examine her, and she tells the concerned medic about the impact of the invisible pulse from the robot. “Kinda like those air cannons that shoot T-shirts into the crowds at ball games, but on steroids, ya know?”
When Johannsen slides her hands up under Blake’s jacket to check her ribs and tape them up, Charlie winces but avoids a flinch by biting her lip. She looks to see if any of the fellas are watching more closely then they should (and will snap a crisp “Eyes left or right, anywhere but on me!” if needed) and lifts her jacket and t-shirt enough to give the medic better access. Inga gets a good view of a cobra tattoo rising from below Charlie’s waistband to circle her pierced belly button, head resting just below the curve of her breasts. The snake has a rose in its mouth, which is starting to purple with bruising from the attack.
“Are my “girls” ok, doc?” Charlie asks in a whisper, her pale eyes wide and serious in her pain pinched face. “They may be small, but I’m told they’re magnificent…please tell me they’ll be alright.”
She holds still long enough to get her ribs bound and swallow some painkillers, grimacing at the sour taste of the pills, and nods at the medic’s orders to disclose any further symptoms. "Thanks, doc, you are da bomb!"
She’ll then assist the medic with Hatherford if needed, before gathering up bits of destroyed robot for study when she has time. She’ll focus on parts that may have the thing’s “brain” but won’t assume it’s the “head”.
OOC: That’s all for now until the two leaders have a chance to trade intel…and we know if we are proceeding immediately or have time to examine the robot bits.
Posted on 2007-11-15 at 14:24:09.
Edited on 2007-11-16 at 04:18:26 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Steppin' aside
Willow had been content to walk on Sung’s arm, smiling at him like a besotted good-time girl for any observers, and feeling Dash’s eyes on her silk clad behind. Truth be told, she may have wiggled her bottom more than the constricting kimono required just because it felt good to be alive and desirable while walking in the sunlight. Maybe this trip would be a turn in their luck, and they could actually have a little fun.
The scene before her dashes those hopes, and Willow found herself shifting from silly girlfriend to haughty Companion, her expression cooling as she held herself taller and straight-backed. Problem was, these sorts weren’t the type to respect any authority, particularly one as indirect as the Companion’s Guild.
"Best be fading' t' one side 'r the other Willow," Wyatt interrupted her thoughts with a world weary tone, and she knew he’d shifted, too, from simply looking dangerous to being dangerous. She let go of his arm and sidled off to the side, her expression changing again to a disgruntled pout.
"Ain't it something', Sam, how it don't matter what piece I' dirt we settle on there're always low down, mangy rats that need exterminatin'?" Wyatt asked almost conversationally, before raising his voice to penetrate the cloud of stupid mingling with the road dust.
"Hey! Ugly! Lay off or I'll break ya."
Posted on 2007-11-15 at 12:34:59.
Edited on 2007-11-15 at 15:26:44 by Vanadia
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