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Topic: An alternate sci-fi game?
Subject: Huh?
I thought charries were supposed to be sent to Olan via Private Message?
Posted on 2007-08-15 at 17:17:39.
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Topic: An alternate sci-fi game?
Subject: Expect a PM this evening
Just supposed to be working now, not hanging out here 
Posted on 2007-08-15 at 16:51:41.
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Topic: An alternate sci-fi game?
Subject: Anyone watch NCIS?
I'd be keen to play an "Abby" type of character: non-conformist, goth geek who's tolerated by the military because she's tops at what she does: languages, both human and machine, which means she's on the intel side, not the guns and big muscles side.
Posted on 2007-08-15 at 11:38:32.
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Topic: The Guiding Light
Subject: No ships?
En’Aranthea had to concentrate on the barkeep’s words to make any sense of them; indeed watching his lips as if she were hard of hearing seemed to help a little, but some of the more colourful expressions threw her for a bit. Since he’d lowered his tone, she was careful to keep her own voice low, pitched for his ears only without seeming to whisper. T’was a trick of the bladesinger’s oratory arts, to be heard by any audience or absolutely discreet when needed.
“Pointy eared bas…oh!” She stopped herself quickly, colouring slightly as the meaning became clear, but a quick glance at the barkeep’s eyes reassured her that no ill will was directed at Luinen or herself, as a fellow pointy eared traveler. She smiled slightly to indicate her understanding, and thought his words over in context of what the barmaid had said earlier.
“Miss Marjie had said that no ships had landed in some time, let alone Luinen’s vessel. Does that happen often? Have your fishermen noted anything in the waters or weather to keep the ships away?”
Posted on 2007-08-13 at 22:02:16.
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Topic: Audalis: afterlife
Subject: What lies beyond the Silver'd Gate
Very good discussions here, can't believe I had missed it. A few opinions were ventured that each race may have their own beliefs of an afterlife, and with multiple dieties, there may be different afterlives for different followers and that cooresponds to how faith has evolved in our own "real" world.
I think what's important to note or agree upon is that afterlife beliefs are just that: beliefs, not fact. Even in stories of re-incarnation, the returnees never speak of the afterlife experience, or merely give hints, so none living really know where they go after death. We can only hope (or dread) and believe. That gives each player the ability to explore their character's spirituality and beliefs, should they chose to do so, and DM's and Audalis material contributors have some creative leeway.
In my long lost attempt to write a background for the Syls, I had thought about this some, and since I had envisioned a tight relationship with Nature and the innate circle of life, I was thinking that Syls believe in a form of re-incarnation. The consciousness returns to Kith Jora, to the Eternal Forest, and after a time, may well be reborn in another form. What that form may be is decided by Kith Jora, so Syls don't necessarily look for ancestors to be reborn as descendants, but it fits the idea that Syls (or to use more common D&D terms) elves are mortal yet eternal. There must be something that endangers that possibility, however, whether it be dying while in some sort of disgrace,or a repudiation of Kith Jora (i.e. evil alignment), etc.
Still somewhat amorphous, but perhaps with my upcoming reduction in travel, I can "dust off" my neglected opus and work on it some more.
Posted on 2007-08-12 at 13:02:55.
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Topic: The Guiding Light
Subject: Why does everyone talk so funny?
En’Aranthea disliked how slow she was to comprehend Common; she had thought she was improving after asking all her fellow Sylvari to speak only Common so she could practice, but the “mouth full of acorns” way the locals had of speaking was trying her skills to the limit.
She was pretty certain she’d puzzled out the words of the barman and his lady and was framing a response when Varuna both spoke and acted for the group. He moved to a table and ordered a meal of the barmaid as easily as if they were old acquaintances. The bladesinger threw the others a bemused look before gliding after the cleric, the long hours astride her horse not apparent in her straight spine and surefooted tread.
“The ‘dilap” is a type of local fish?” she asked the barmaid politely, tilting her head and smiling at her own ignorance.” I’ll have that, as well as whatever fresh vegetables you may have available. And, umm, some mead, too, please,” she finished, glancing over at Varuna uncertainly. When he caught her eye she mouthed a quick “thank you”, colouring at the amusement in his eyes. She knew she was still a child by Sylvari standards; did even the outsider (which was the most polite term for the half blood En’Aranthea could think of) recognize this?
She set her pack down and undid the cord holding her cloak around her shoulders, the heat of the room was more than she was used to in the cool depths of the forest. Setting her cloak neatly on her chosen chair, she moved to the bar and waited for a moment of the barkeep’s time. “Tell me, good sir, has another of our kind been here recently? I seek a fellow Sylvari, a traveler by the name of Luinen Tatharon.”
Posted on 2007-08-10 at 00:32:39.
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Topic: The Sarcasm Game
Subject: Automated receptionists
I love how companies bring in a voice mail system to make sure no call goes unanswered, then lays off most of the staff equipped to answer those calls. Then they add insult to injury by having the recorded voice say "Your call is very important to us...."
Posted on 2007-08-10 at 00:11:54.
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Topic: The Guiding Light Q&A
Subject: Delay in a fresh post
I have had an absolutely pissy day and am in the wrong mood for posting an even tempered, disciplined fighter/diplomat...more likley to knife the first person who says "boo" right now, lol
Will try for something tonight or on the morrow.
Posted on 2007-08-07 at 22:27:43.
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Topic: An alternate sci-fi game?
Subject: maybe yes, maybe no
Serenity is the only sci fi I've gotten into, since it doesn't have the military aspect and isn't background intensive like Star Wars....so, I'll happily read up what you propose, but I'm a remote possibility for a player.
Posted on 2007-08-07 at 22:21:17.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Short and less than sweet :)
Dapple blinked and pulled up short as the gladiator barred her passing. Normally she moved too fast for anyone to react, but either she was tiring or the man’s reflexes were really good. She was vexed enough that she gaped at him a moment before his words to her registered.
“Are you daft?” she whispered back, her eyebrows disappearing into her blond bangs,” They’re fighting each other or something else. Do you really think they’d be commanded to hold their ground against us? Their orders would be to charge down here…they’ve forgotten us in a greater crisis….one we can use to our advantage. Let me get up there to circle out of the way before you man mountains go clattering up the stairs!”
With that, she found a gap between the wall and Maximus’ shield, and slipped past the gladiator before he could answer.
OOC: Of course, this is what Dapple INTENDS to do...DM may decide I've got too many actions in this round...
Posted on 2007-08-07 at 03:06:13.
Edited on 2007-08-07 at 03:09:20 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Why didn't we hire an orderly for the med bay?
With Jim stabilized, Willow thanked Kora and sent her off to report in with the Captain. She turned next to Asher. Mr. Samuel “Ants in Pants” Dash would go to the end of the queue just because he’d tried to leave and no one ran out on Willow, if she could help it. Oh no, of course not, you’re the one that does the running, hmm?
“Now Asher, honey, show Willow everywhere it hurts, and I’ll take care of things in that order,” she began, noting the various splinters and contusions and ignoring the blush on the young man’s face as he revealed some of the more embarrassingly placed splinters. “Sam, dear, please look away, give my patient some privacy…now don’t be shy with me, Asher…I’m your doctor, and you won’t be showing me anything I haven’t seen before, even if they weren’t as fine as yours.” Willow laughed lightly and gently as she teased a particularly nasty wood splinter out of Asher’s side. She was about to wipe the area with disinfectant when the monitor alarms on Jim whooped and shrilled.
Willow cursed liquidly in Hindi and handed Asher the disinfectant wipe, rising from her crouch and spinning round to Jim. His blood pressure was dropping and his breathing was laboured. “Damn it, must have missed a bleeder in his chest!” Moving quickly, Willow picked up a fresh scalpel and sliced through the bandage on the injured man’s chest. She made short work of her stitches and soon spotted the source of bleeding, a nicked vessel that had begun to seep blood once a splinter had been removed. Within a few moments, she’d tied off the bleeding vessel, suctioned out the blood from Jim’s chest cavity and re-stitched the wound shut, doing her best to minimize new suture wounds. As Jim’s vitals stabilized once more, she turned back to Asher and Sam, blowing a curly lock of hair back away from her face. They could see how pale she was, but she drew a slow, deep breath, and the colour returned to her face
“Well, that’s enough drama for one day, don’t you both think? Let’s get you both cleaned up and out of my bay.”
Humming as cheerfully as she could manage after her scare, she went back to work on both of her reluctant patients, removing each and every splinter and cleaning all gashes carefully. Neither men had broken any bones, and there wasn’t much she could do for bruises other than to offer to kiss them better. (OOC: Insert colourful comments from the peanut gallery here)
Once the men were on their way, Willow looked ruefully at the mess of bloody gauze and gloves on the floor, the used instruments to be cleaned and sterilized, the supplies in her portable med kit to be replenished. There was also the Captain’s injury to be looked at, though she wasn’t sure she wanted to go near him while he was still feeling mean.
“He’ll come when he feels everything else is looked after, no sooner, “Willow told the unconscious Jim in a confidential tone,” and broaching the Captain-san before he’s ready is like nudging a bear a month before spring thaw. Let’s just get this bay back into ship shape…then we go find Captain Bear-san.”
Posted on 2007-08-07 at 02:55:22.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Onward and upward
Dapple was about to move on, scouting ahead when Char glanced her way then made for the hallway. She blinked a moment in confusion then realized that he’s not looked her in the eye, but lower. She looked down and realized that her leg was bleeding enough for the blood to be visible, a darker patch spreading over her mottled leather breeches.
Muttering a curse, she cut a strip from her cloak and bound the wound hastily, enough to put some pressure on the wound without hampering her movement. The binding throbbed, but she pushed away the pain, tucking it neatly back into her icy core along with he rage she’d felt when fighting, the sick triumph when the Green fell, the relief at seeing Arien survive ….
Push it all away, little monster. Leave yourself cold and clean, invulnerable and unassailable. You have work to do.
Clear eyed and stone faced, Dapple flowed to the stairwell, dodging the airborne mass of soldier as it flew by. The shouting from above increases as the floor and walls begin to shake.
Confusion is as good as a dense shadow…go now urged the dead voice within, and Dapple slipped past Char to run lightly up the steps, crouched low and daggers drawn.
Posted on 2007-08-04 at 13:58:03.
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Topic: The Guiding Light
Subject: I'm back, I'm back
En’Aranthea had been warned that some of the younger races viewed Sylvari with dislike or even anomosity, so the muttered words of the one guard didn’t offend her. Indeed, they weren’t even offensive as they were accurate, she could hardly fault the man’s observation.
Not so Tal, whose very nature ran hotter than her own icy calm. He fairly bristled at the guards words, as well as the injunction to bind their weapons, but he glanced over to her before saying anything. Lowered eyelashes and a slight pursing of her lips were enough to stay his actions, and the bladesinger breathed a mental thanks to Kith Jora.
Varuna pleaded poverty, but the bladesinger was unsurprised when the guards were unswayed; he was traveling with prosperous looking companions after all. En”aranthea did allow herself an approving smile when Valandera proffered the coin without argument. Her words were gracious and bore the mark of a gentle upbringing, without being condescending of the commoner before her.
I may learn something of dealing with the others from her, En’Aranthea thought to herself, gazing at the older Sylvari maid She has the gift of speaking with them as easily as she does with Sylvari.
Tying her weapon with the bright red peace cord carried for such times, En’Aranthea addressed the guard captain carefully, if a touch coolly. “One hopes that one is still allowed personal defense, sir captain, but we bear no one in town any ill-intent. We will abide by the rule of the peace knot. Might one be directed to the, umm, the “Salted Dog”?”
(OOC: Will assume either rudeness or laughter over the misnamed tavern, but will not react to either negatively. If corrected, she will thank the guard politely for the correct name, and thank him as well for the directions.)
The bladesinger paid the captain her entrance fee and rode on without any further comment, the guard forgotten already in her study of the town. It’s clean lines pleased her somewhat, the care given to planning and organization making up for the initial impression outside the walls.
“So cousin what say you, where are we to meet this contact of yours” Tal’s words stirred from her study of the town, and she smiled briefly at him before turning to regard the others behind her.
“The one I seek may be found at the Salty Dog Tavern, so we head there. If decent lodgings, we should make plans to remain there tonight, giving us all a chance to rest, “ she answered lightly before giving Melyana a gentle nudge with her heels to set the mare in motion again.
“What an odd name, though, don’t you think? Why would one salt a dog? Humans don’t eat them, do they?” she wondered aloud, her heart racing beneath the brown leather armour. They’d reached their first destination: a meeting with her contact would yield the next step. Her Journey had truly begun, and Valandera’s light laugh nearly prompted one of her own.
Posted on 2007-08-03 at 19:06:42.
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Topic: The Guiding Light Q&A
Subject: Sorry folks, been travelling
and, frankly, thought the game was a goner. Will try to post soon....baby stuff, home stuff...work...all getting between me and keyboard
Posted on 2007-08-03 at 15:29:50.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Laughs merrily
Ok, now I know you're reading the entire post
Posted on 2007-07-27 at 20:47:37.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: My opinion
Some parts can be assumed and moved foward (particularly Willow's work on Asher and Dash) but I think we need to at least know/decide some things....will Wyatt relieve his itchy finger and blast the sad sacks away? Will anyone be willing to fix the Marie Celeste just to see the sorry backsides of the Fulton family? Should they be forced to compensate Sam and Jim for the damage they caused? With the ship? With work on the farm? Looks like they were dustbowl farmers to start with, anyway.
Will Kora simply leave the ship, or do we need to cash out her share (we be low on cash type funds at the moment ... remember?)
Will Dash try something clever while Willow's tending to his hurts, and how much will Willow hurt him back for trying 
Love to have Tann join asap, but as you can see, we seem to be short at least one episode of this here space soap
*cue the fullsome organ music*
Posted on 2007-07-27 at 20:22:33.
Edited on 2007-07-27 at 20:23:53 by Vanadia
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Bloody coward
Up to a point, the arrival of the armour clad man and the confrontation with the other man at the bar had been only an interesting spectacle, no more. Marie knew neither of them, and was canny enough to not judge the right or wrong of the armoured man’s claim by appearances alone. No, Marie was quite ready to sit back and simply watch the show when the less savoury of the two pulled his boot knife to threaten the woman seated nearest to him.
“Of all the cowardly acts…” Marie muttered, hot anger flaring but still in check. It wasn’t enough for most women to accept a life of passivity and gentleness in return for protection by men, some of those men had to turn their aggression against those least equipped to defend themselves! The old frustrations, the old anger bubbled at the back of her mind and poured acid down the back of her throat.
Marie rose from her chair, the rough sound of the chair scraping back loud in the suddenly silent room. She stalked through the crowd to place herself closer to the bar, on the far side of the woman being held by the man, so that he had to twist around to see her past his victim. She didn’t draw a weapon, but made sure her cloak hung behind her shoulders so that the longsword showed plainly at her side.
“Murderer or not, you’ve shown yourself to be the most cowardly of dogs,” Marie all but growled. “Let the woman go and I’ll stand with you until the watch arrives. Harm her and your life is forfeit. How many others here need to face you down before you realize you haven’t a choice? Set the woman aside and you won’t have her blood on your hands.”
Posted on 2007-07-27 at 20:14:17.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Keep moving
Dapple saw how her words to the Blue were completely ignored and felt herself go cold inside. The Blue was focused on Arien, and she couldn’t distract him, she couldn’t stall him, she’d have no choice but to kill him, or watch Arien die at his hands.
A solid kick in the ribs barely deflected the Blue and Dapple considered her next attack since he had no interest (or fear) in her. That’s when Arien suddenly had his sword again and sliced the Blue across the chest, staggering him. Startled, Dapple managed a weak kick that pushed the Blue back into Arien’s weapon reach and the knight finished him with a thrust into the throat.
Lifeblood surged from the man’s throat and he fell to the ground between Arien and Dapple. She fastidiously avoided the spreading pool of blood and began searching the body. The Greens were bastards, and her nemesis; what lay between her and peace, but they were merely soldiers. This Blue, however, had been sent, and Arien had been his target, so he’d be more likely to carry something of use, like keys.
"Lads. Me thinks we might need t' pull back fer 'ealin', fer me spells are runnin' out soon. Or if ye wish t' move on, usin' Dwan's potions could be wise now." Kilgim spoke and Dapple blinked, just now noticing the carnage about the room and the sorry state of her companions. "But if'n well run now, the Imps'll 'ave time to rearrange their defense or flee. Your call, " Kilgim concluded.
Dapple tilted her head, listening to the noises coming through the stone and wood above. “We’d best move, if we can, “she stated in a matter of fact tone, as if commenting on the weather,” This one was sent specifically for Arien, and that noise above us is either the rest coming for us, or a serious distraction that can tip the scales in our favor.”
Her search concluded (OOC: Let me know what I find, oh DM), Dapple straightened fluidly, her pierced thigh scarcely protesting. She’d done worse to herself squeezing into small places on her night haunts, an if her jaw throbbed from the Green’s kick, she gave no sign.
Posted on 2007-07-26 at 12:18:37.
Edited on 2007-07-26 at 12:19:00 by Vanadia
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: Cool beans!
Just used the short name feature on my ego thread
Posted on 2007-07-25 at 14:21:28.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Doctoring is hard work
Through the aftermath of battle, Willow picked her way carefully, speed and delicacy sending her lithe form in a complicated dance among the carnage. There was Jim to look after, but also Dash and Asher, who were both standing more from stubbornness and grit than health and well being. Hawkes looked dazed, so a check for concussion was in order and the Captain, well, if he didn’t shoot the motley crew from the other ship, he needed a lookover, too.
As Hawkes and Kora bring the stretcher over to Jim, Willow secures the injured man’s spine as they maneuver him onto the flat board. Moving from person to person as if with new dance partners, Willow moves a tourniquet here, gives a reassuring pat there, takes a quick peek at a gash on Asher, murmuring encouragement to her battered triage crew.
“You can save him, can’t you, Miss Willow?” Sam asks quietly as they make their painstaking way across to the Rocinante and the little doctor looked the anxious man full in the face. “I don’t make false promises, Sam dear, “Willow responded evenly, her voice calm even as she fought the urge to scream for more haste,” he’s sorely hurt, but it’s not anything that we can’t handle in our medical bay. I’d seen Captain-San and crew in action before I designed that medical bay...and we’ll do our best for Jim. “
(Making an assumption here for fellow players and Trish, can revise if needed). The cargo door whooshed open as they approached, and Trish stood there at the ready, Bess’s business end pointed at the other ship’s crew. Willow traded looks with the silent woman, and then paced to the medical bay, turning on lights and pulling equipment trays towards the bed.
Once Sam and Kora had Jim settled, Willow turned to Hawkes, warm eyes glowing in her serious face. “You head back now, dear, and let me do what I need to. Jim’s in good hands, but I need space to work. Kora’s got enough training to give me a hand, and the boys here need to sit down before they fall down. (OOC: if either Dash or Asher protest that they are fine, or have to get back to Wyatt, Willow will give them “the look” and respond, “And how is bleeding on the prisoners going to help the Captain, hmm ?”
Once Sam has left, Willow washes her hands, winds her hair in a business-like knot and starts her examination of Jim’s wounds. Even though the man is deeply unconscious, Willow strokes his arm, brushes his hair, and makes a thousand other little gestures as she assesses all his injuries. “Tell Willow where it hurts, darling one,” she murmurs as she starts the long process of cleaning, sewing and binding.
Posted on 2007-07-19 at 01:36:46.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: The part of Marie will now be played by ...
Inside the tavern, Marie sat at the table, running the back of her hand along it’s edge unconcsciously. Made of rough timbers, the wood should have offered a splinter or two to the questing hand, but decades of hands and trays, and tankards and bodies rubbing the surface in passing had worn it smoother than silk, giving it a sheen at odds with the otherwise unremarkable appearance.
Marie left off the restless motion and reached for the rough clay cup of wine, the smell of spices and pomegranate reaching her nose before the warm fruitiness surged against her tongue and palate, the lingering headiness a warning of it’s potency. It was good, surprisingly good, and Marie set the cup back down firmly, shaking her head when the Lady Jhillan raised the pitcher in her direction with an inviting smile. No, to relax in a cup or two (or three) of good wine was fine enough when among friends where you could let your guard slip, but not here, not now, not among strangers she could barely understand.
The ranger sighed, depressed by her own fey mood, and returned her gaze to the darkness beyond the open window by her seat. She was restless, she knew, and she longed for activity to relieve what waiting could not. She told herself that she knew patience, she’d sat in a blind of her own making, stalking deer or other prey, not moving for hours on end in wait, but it was useless. Her body knew she wasn’t in the woods. The wood beneath her was a chair, not a log, and the darkness outside was not as deep as it would be in the deep forest. Her companions were not tracking dinner, nor fetching firewood or water, but exploring a town that couldn’t possibly be large enough to distract them this long. She frowned, drawing fine red eyebrows over green eyes, and nibbled her lower lip, considering her options. Stay here, as she said she would, or go out in search of them. “Oh, wouldn’t that be lovely,” she thought to herself, green gaze returning inside to sweep the room once more,” you go out into the night and they wander in moments later, wondering why you can’t keep your word on such a minor thing.”
She was about to reach into her belt purse for coin when the man entered, the flicker of new activity catching her eye. He was a tall man, with long brown hair brushing the heavy, silver plates of ornate armor he wore as easily as she wore a cloak. A large, rectangular shield hugged his back, and a finely crafted longsword hung at his hip. He stood in the doorway for a long moment, scanning the crowd as if searching for someone.
Marie let his blue eyes catch her own, welcoming the distraction from her worry, then looked away before her gaze could be considered provocative. She was unusual enough in her leathers and boots, instead of skirts and slippers, and her auburn hair blazed in the flicker of lamplights, a brightness amongst the black and brown hair of the fishermen around her. No, she wasn’t one to hide in the background, but she wasn’t looking to garner attention of the wrong sort.
She took another sip of wine, carefully measuring the richness across her lips, and watched the stranger through downcast lashes. What would he do, and what was he looking for?
Posted on 2007-07-14 at 12:17:22.
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Topic: The Guiding Light Q&A
Subject: it's that curse, I tell ya!
If my other games are anything to go by, we are in the summer doldrums...people travelling, away from school computers, that sort of thing.
Posted on 2007-07-09 at 19:15:12.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Cue the Rescue Heroes theme song
Once, when a rare storm rolled across the perfect blue skies back home, little Willow had been terrified and hid in a closet. Her older brother, Kiyoshi, was the one to find her, and settled down beside the scared toddler, holding her to his ten year old chest. When her sobs had quieted, Kiyoshi stroked the hair out of her eyes and smiled encouragingly down at her.
“You know how to know if a storm’s passing, don’t you?” he murmured into the top of her head. “No? It’s easy. Watch for a flash of lightning, then count until you hear the thunder. Do it a second time and if the count is higher, the storm’s going away. If it’s less, we have to stay in here for a while longer. Make sense, mei mei? Let’s count together then.”
Willow looked up at her brave, smart brother and nodded, tears forgotten. Chubby child hand gripping Kiyoshi’s firmly, she counted with her brother, then counted again. When she knew the storm was already starting to fade, she crawled out of the closet, into her mother’s laughing and scolding embrace. Kiyoshi came out to stand by them both, and she looked over her mother’s shoulder to stare at him with hero worship in her eyes.
Willow thought of her brother as she stood by the door and remembered the storm trick. There was no lightning down here, but surely she could count the moments between gun blasts? There! One, two, three…another shot! One, two, a double blast! One, two, three, four…
On and on she counted, only to start over, the ebb and flow of gunfire and explosions as senseless as hate itself. After a woman started keening, Willow realized she’d counted to ten without being interrupted by fresh gunfire or explosion.
“That’s close enough for me!,” she muttered, pulling the door open and running in a crouch to the living room. Reaching the stairs leading up to the second story, she found Jim unconscious and sprawled on the stairs, Sam and Asher standing over him (OOC: pardon the assumption here and further…can tweak if necessary).
Willow dropped to her knees as close to Jim as she could manage, checking the strength of his pulse and noting the multiple puncture wounds from wood shrapnel. A quick glance up at her crewmates assured her that they, too, were injured, but not as critically as Jim.
“I need one of you to put pressure on these wounds, here and here, the ones that are spurting. Don’t turn that shade of green, I need you to help while I check the rest of the crew! Yes, that’s it, loves, I’ll be right back.”
Setting the two fighters to work as pressure bandage holders, Willow continued out to the hatchway, spotting Sung first. “Captain-san, “she whispered urgently,” what’s the situation out there? Am I needed? You’ve got blood on your shoulder, but you’re standing…what about everyone else? Jim’s badly off, I’m going to need the medical bay to save him.”
Posted on 2007-07-02 at 20:01:59.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: New Dance Partner
Dapple had been watching for her chance to dart in and attack either of the green man-things when Arien cried out and moved sideways in a way that defied logic, at least until the Blue materialized. Then, the sudden change in direction, the loss of his sword and the stricken expression on his face made perfect, if horrific sense.
Dapple launched her remaining torch at the nearest greenie (OOC: DM’s chance roll, I suppose) as if it were a thrown dagger, then moved to interpose herself between the Blue and the fallen Arien. She watched the Blue closely, trying to gauge any weakness in his attack style, but knew it was likely futile…such weaknesses would have been trained out of him before he could shave. Still, such training could create opportunities for a clever monster, if she could think of a way to use it to her advantage. Blues were rigidly trained from an early age, and their skill with their chosen weapon was legendary, as was their mindless devotion to their assigned “master”….
“Slipping out to have a little fun?” She taunted the Blue in a voice dark with menace,” Guarding can be deadly dull, but how can you be sure you’ve found all of us? If we’re the distraction, one of my brethren could be cutting your master’s throat as we dance. Such dereliction of duty!”
OOC: Not sure if you would consider the torch toss my attack or not. If yes, then remainder of round is spent getting to Blue and taunting as above. If I still can attack, Dapple will watch for any reaction in the Blue’s manner to her words, fake a punch from the right, then kick for his torso from the left.
Posted on 2007-07-02 at 19:15:54.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Sorry to hear about Lyskhala
Sometimes real life has to come first and will insist upon it, even if we try to sneak around reality. Hope you find yourself about to return soon, Lyskhala!
I'd say open up Kora to replacement players...even if only temporary until a new mechanic can be hired, and played by the new player.
I can help with Trish if you like...
Posted on 2007-07-02 at 18:40:50.
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