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Topic: Addy needs your help! (Non-native English and bilinguals especially!)
Subject: Suomi Finland Perkele!
Ah like Skari already mentioned, always nice to see one's name mentioned in the limelight. I'll gladly give you all the help I can Bobster.
1) Will English replace Finnish? Never. Not going to happen ever. No. Our language is changing though and too fast for my liking and into a direction I don't fancy either. And most of the influence does indeed come from English.
2) English is very common in Finland. Our second official language is Swedish, but English has long ago left our dear neighbours' language in its shadow. I'd imagine you could indeed start a conversation with nearly anyone in English and get at least some sort of a reply. This is especially true in cities. In the countryside people may have forgotten what they've learned in school and might even refuse to speak English, but even there I'd say the younger generation would be able to understand you fairly well.
3) German... hmm.. Never been compulsory, but when I was a little kiddo (the dark ages or so), a few of my class mates picked up German as their first foreign language. They were a clear minority of course and I believe it's even less common today. German has never been available in all of our "ala-aste" or your primary schools. I guess part of the popularity of German language in Finland carries from the war when we were forced to fight alongside with the Axis for three years in order to keep the Russians out. Many of the German soldiers, especially officers got involved with Finnish women. I don't know if any of the Germans were able to stay behind when we finally drove the Germans out of the country in 1944.
And even though we "betrayed" the Germans in WWII and they burned our Lapland, Germany has ever since been a very important business parter for Finland.
4) Swedish. 5.5% of our small population of 5.3 million are so called Finnish Swedes or Swedish-speaking Finns. Our 2nd official language and compulsory usually from the 7th grade. Where as English (the most common foreign language) often starts on the 3rd grade. Russian is of course taught in schools, but is not compulsory. Can be either the first, second, third of fourth foreign language. I've no idea how much French is taught in our elementary/secondary schools, but a lot less than English, Swedish, German or Russian. Can also be the first foreign.
5) Ah.. should've read the questions through again... So... It's often like this: English - 3rd grade (8-9 yrs), Swedish - 7th grade (you do the maths 12-13?), German, French or Russian (or none) - 8th grade, again: German, French or Russian - Upper secondary School (15-16 yrs) Around 90% of kids take English as the A1 or first foreign language. In 2005 9% started studying an A1 language on the 1st grade and 15% on the 2nd grade.
Dunno if any of that made any sense at all. 
Posted on 2008-03-14 at 21:13:55.
Edited on 2008-03-14 at 21:14:40 by Raven
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Helloh
[Backposting]
The night at nameless motel (or naturally it had a name, but it was one of those motels one could fit 13 into a dozen - nothing about it to make it stand out from the masses), went as nights in such places usually did - nothing happened. Scribe had snored through most of the night keeping Guardian awake. Not that he would've slept even if the media hadn't been making the noise. During an assignment the big bodyguard rarely slept - or slept the way most people were accustomed to. As his employer enjoyed whatever dream he was seeing, Guardian sat on his bed eyes closed, with the pillow behind his back and the katana on his lap. He was completely relaxed and resting, but very much aware at the same time. Learning to sleep while awake had taken a very long time, but it had saved his behind a few times.
The job had started off with more action and violence than a regular job usually did. Then again keeping DigitalScribe safe and sound more often than not meant exactly that - keeping him in one piece and alive. The media had a peculiar habit of getting into trouble when he was after a big scoop, but as far as Guardian knew that was quite normal on Scribe's line of work. People rarely wanted the public to know about their private issues or shady deals. And in Night City, when someone wanted another to keep his mouth shut, that someone usually shut the mouth in question up in a direct and bloody manner.
In the morning the next address on their list was no big surprise to Frank. The bald bodyguard had been to NH Mallplex more than once with DS. It was a place of pure ice if one was looking flashiest outfits and gear of the moment, but it was also fairly safe for handling "sensitive" issues. No gang or hitman wanted to get into a fight in such a public place. CCTV was everywhere and numerous the guards carried live ammo and there always seemed to be a patrol or two of the city's pride enjoying their daily dosage of caffeine and doughnuts.
J.D. was one of Frankie's numerous contacts and one of his favorites, if Guardian's memory didn't betray him. The two were like competing brothers or cousins in a love and hate relation. Ebertech, the coder's company had a good reputation and its software was favored by many braindancers. Another group of people the old-fashioned bodyguard didn't always completely understand. Frank didn't mind going to the Mallplex or visiting J.D. at Ebertech, but usually he preferred to keep a low profile and stay of the limelight. That wasn't really possible when guarding public figures and being seen was of course necessary to gain a little more fame in order to get the better paying jobs.
So as they walked through the shiny halls of the Plex, Frank was a bit surprised to see them heading away from the business tower and into the clothing area. For sure it probably had been agreed on at some point earlier, but he must have missed it. Chastising himself for not been as alert as he should've, the big man followed his current boss into Action Jackets. While the others where busy getting themselves dressed up, Guardian kept a watchful eye at the surroundings while grabbing a couple of needed items for himself. With his big frame, there weren't too many options, but fortunately he wasn't the only "man" sized person in the business. Still Action Jackets had the ultimate solution for people of different builds. The digitally controlled tailoring module made sure that no one could blame the store for not having items that fit them. And gladly not all of the clothes had neon lights, swirling colors or rolling vids in them. Action Jackets also dressed people who didn't want to be seen.
After the quick stop at the action man's wardrobe the group made their way where Guardian had originally expected them to go - the business tower. Scribe did his bit and talked them in. Holo-Harriet (it wasn't the hologram's name for sure, but Frank had picked it up from somewhere) would not let anyone in without an invitation from inside. And while to anyone not knowing about the strange relationship between the two, the media's request to J.D. might have sounded like something that would certainly earn a rejection, it just made Guardian chuckle quietly. But it was the code-wizard's answer that really made the big man smile.
At first Guardian was about to ask from Scribe if they all would really be going inside to meet J.D., but he quickly decided against it. If Frankie would've wanted the rest of them to stay outside, he would've said so. Maybe the troupe made his current story seem more believable or something. Whatever the reason, it didn't really matter to Guardian. He did prefer to stick tight to his client at all times. It was the only way he could be sure anyone couldn't get too close and do something nasty which would cost him his pay.
It probably wasn't a completely unique scene they were causing inside Ebertech, but for sure more than a few heads turned their way as Scribe led them through the maze of cubicles and rooms to J.D.'s office. Preacher and Spiff were probably strange enough for the clerks and programmers, but Scribe's appearance was something most of the people probably were not used to seeing at work. And then there was Guardian himself... 6'4" and nearly 200 pounds of muscle dressed in black, the trimmed goatee and mustache, the stylish Mikuzis hiding his augmented eyes and kevlon/polylog Ruf and Gibson covering the rest of his frame. Unfortunately his usual red'n black Jackson had been ripped in the action on the previous day and Action Jacket's had only had Jacksons of his liking in silver. Since he never wore anything else, the all black was now a bit... less black, than usual - especially so in the bright lights of the office and the Mallplex.
Of course Guardian could have appeared even more dangerous or imposing had he been carrying his Arasaka Rapid Assault shotgun or Kendachi MonoKatana in the open. The New Harbor however was a clean and tidy area, if the construction sites and the Mall could be called such. Heavily armed people were not tolerated and even though he had the needed licenses to carry the things around (with the exception of the monoblade ofc), they might have caught too much attention for his liking from the security or NCPD. Instead, there was on his shoulder, the worn-out specially fitted sling bag with velcro holsters for the sword and the shotgun.
The "negotiations" were handled in the usual manner with Scribe coming out with less money lost than J.D. would've wanted. But that was how it always was and Frank knew both of the men were equally happy to do business despite the seemingly large difference in the starting price and the final one. And J.D. would be getting his piece of the cake in one way or another. Then soon enough they were in a cab again.
At the Red Lantern the group was united again at a lunch table. Before sitting down Guardian eyed through the people in the joint and once happy made up a quick excuse to visit the men's room to check it out as well. Satisfied with the safety of the place, he asked Spiff to move on the other side of Scribe in order to get the seat with his back towards a wall and as wide as possible a view at the entrance and the other customers. The exchange between Croaker and Spiff was over by the time the bodyguard sat pushed his seat back and sat down, but he could see from their faces that something had happened. With a question mark written on his face, he cast a look at DS, who dismissed the silent question with a shrug. Nodding, Frank leaned down casually as if to tie the laces of his shoes and opened his bag... just in case.
Right after Peacekeeper received and ended a phone call, two strangers walked in. Immediately, Guardian smelled trouble. The two didn't appear hostile, but the tall asian's way of walking woke up the martial artist inside him. Frank wasn't the most capable man when it came to unarmed combat, but his Aikido training along with the Tae Kwon Do chip had often helped him come clean from a brawl. The man, who introduced himself as MDK, was certainly dangerous. But apparently Jack had hired the man to give them a hand... or a foot. The thought almost made Frank chuckle again, but this was a more serious situation than the one at Holo-Harriet, so he pushed the thought away from his mind and nodded slightly in greeting instead. The other new guy was no fighter, that much was obvious and the two made an odd pair, but from the way they moved while approaching the table, it was obvious to Guardian's skilled mind that the two were acquainted.
OOC: Please forgive any mistakes in the post. I didn't have time to check it out.
Posted on 2008-03-13 at 14:27:46.
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Topic: Gary Gygax has passed away
Subject: Sad day
I salute you, Gary! May your afterlife be glorious and exciting!
I wonder which god's domain will he enter... or all of them?
Posted on 2008-03-05 at 11:44:16.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: We're doomed! ... again
[Backposting a little]
With the Greens and their commanding officer down, Kilgim risked a deep breath and took a look around at his companions. All were alive and apparently well. There were some minor injuries, but all in all things looked fairly good for a change. With a grin at Dapple, the bald priest shook his shoulders to get rid himself of tension of the battle. "Me knows ye know me could've 'andled 'em without yer 'elp... But thanks again, laddie."
One of the enemies was still alive, though not for long it appeared. The man had accepted his fate and begged for a swift, mercyful death. It was quite unlike the Greens Kilgim had fought before. The Imperials weren't really known for their tendency to give up and surrender. He couldn't really care less whether the Green lived or died.
He wasn't one to support the idea of execution, but shared no love at living enemies either. Usually after a fight only the winners survived. Such was the nature of these things. And one day he would not be on the victorious side. But when that day came, Kilgim knew his soul would find a way into the domain of Battlelord where he would carry on serving his master through all eternity. Life was simply one step on the ladder - one step closer to his God. With a shrug he dismissed the thought and moved to take a look at Valentine's limply hanging arm.
But there was betrayal even in surrender. That was they way of the Imperial army. As Maximus' s blade swung past its intended target, things started to happen in slow motion or so it felt for Kilgim. He could only admire the skill of the Green as the man leaped up like a puppet on a spring and launched his fist into a lethal blow. But at the same time another moved and the warrior priest was not surprised to see who it was. Unlike himself, not completely taken by surprise, Dapple moved with lightning fast reflexes to save the huge gladiator's life.
But that wasn't the only lighting fast thing happening in the room. There was also - Lightning! As Maximus fell down the stairs head first, the room was suddenly lit by a bright electric light appearing out of the blue. With no time enough to blink, Kilgim could only watch the bolt strike first Dapple and then jump to him. The jolt of pain arcing through his body was immense. Not the worst he'd felt in his life, but not far from it either.
At the same time Arien is engulfed by flames and two Reds appear in the doorway, one staring and one screaming for death. Before anyone could react, the Imperial sorcerers were gone. Now there was no time to waste. A short-lived victory had been turned upside down and fed to them feet first. Dapple and Maximus were down and apparently killers were on their way.
With a quick glance at Dapple, the grim-faced cleric made a quick decision. The lad had taken the full force of the lightning bolt, but to the best of his knowledge the damage was already done, he would get no worse. The big warrior on the other hand was bleeding and bad. And with enemies about, there was no time to summon Clanggedin's power to heal him. Fortunately Dwan had once again been wise to provide the party with potions.
But if things weren't bad enough with two members of the group badly wounded (well Maximus was witnessing the miracle cure of the potion of course), then they suddenly got even worse. There was a tremendous sound of something crashing through the tower's wall and the whole place shook with a tremor. Kilgim pushed himself up from the doorway, grapped his Blackaxe and whirled around - expecting to find a new enemy coming at them through the rock and plaster. But there was no one, at least none his eyes could find. Instead, what he saw, turned the look on the dwarf's face even more grim and he let out a low guttural growl. There was a man-sized hole in the wall and Arien was nowhere to be seen.
The growl was just about all he had time to do before the whole wall came crumbling down and dust filled the air. The sounds Kilgim and his companions heard next were sharp and loud enough to pass through the noise filling the air. And there was mistaking about it. The whole structure of the tower was starting to collapse. "That's not good!", the cleric called out, "She's gonna come down!"
Not caring about the invisible imperial wizards anymore, Kilgim had more urgent and lethal things to worry about. "We've no time t'fight 'em in 'ere. Let's get outta 'ere. Now!" The dwarf quickly leaped beside Dapple, grabbed the boy from the front of his vest (quessing here, can't remeber what Dapple is wearing) and threw the lad on his shoulder. From the grunts the lad made, Kilgim could guess he was hurting pretty bad. "Sorry 'bout that laddie. But me's glad t'see yer alive"
OOC: Assuming things here ofc. Will change if need be.
Posted on 2008-02-18 at 08:07:49.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Raven's here
I've posted.
I was under the impression that the tower is coming down and very soon?
I'll correct my post if that's not the case.
Sorry for being out of the picture for so long everyone. Once again I've had a very busy work schedule with everything not going as planned. Too much work and too few people. You all know the drill.
Also we've all been down with the flu, Saara included. And that doesn't happen often except for me of course. I seem to have a terrible resistance against such things, but fortunately my girls are made of better materials than me. 
It can also be this darkness, which is luckily starting to give into light, that's making me ever so tired. We do now have light from around 8am till 4pm though and the spring sun is starting to show. So I'll be better soon... I hope.
Posted on 2008-02-18 at 07:54:12.
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Topic: Dragon Lance Movie
Subject: hmm
Even if the Dragonlance movie has nothing to with the previous attempts of making dnd-movies, I'm still going to skip it because of them. DnD the Movie and Wrath of the Dragon God (was it?) sucked big time. The first one even more than the second in my opinion.
Am I being fair here? No, not really. But since I have too little time to see movies these days anyway, I won't be wasting the few precious chances I have on films like Dragonlance... However good it may be.
Not that it will ever come to any of the theaters in our tiny city anyway.
Posted on 2008-02-05 at 08:12:43.
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Topic: Ads in the forums
Subject: Ads, bats, whatever
Google ads don't bother me. They don't jump at me, actually I had already forgotten about them and only noticed them again when reading this thread. And the way Olan's placed them, they still take only a fraction of the space on my screen.
And of course, should someone get an itch from them, there's always ad killer programs available to remove them from your IE, Firefox or Safari. Whatever might your poison be.
Posted on 2008-02-05 at 08:04:41.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: What now?
As the cab rolled to the entrance of the hospital, Guardian was already opening the door before the car came to a halt. He stood out quickly but carefully all the while taking in the surroundings and especially the people. It was his second nature, tucked somewhere in the back of his mind. It was hard to relax anywhere else but at home, even when danger was not to be expected. Though in his line of business, he had to expect it everywhere.
The people, cars, windows, any objects blocking direct view were taken in by the big bodyguard's augmented eyes. There was no sense in trying to look for recording equipment. In the Medical Center, CCTV was bound to be everywhere and unavoidable, and Crisis Medical was no exception. Satisfied, Guardian moved two steps to the side and turned his back towards the hospital's entrance, all the time alert and ready. He didn't react to the other passengers in any way, but when DigitalScribe stepped out, Frank took a last look at the cab and fell in line behind his employer.
It wasn't the first time Guardian was at the very same doorway with a client and probably not the last either. Luckily this time it wasn't the one he was trying to keep safe who was injured. The smell of the place hit his nose as they stepped in through the doorway and made him flinch, despite the rock-solid appearance he was keeping up. Once upon a time as a kid he had wondered whether the odor of the antiseptic substances was so bad simply to keep people out of hospitals - to make sure people kept themselves safe and only came to hospitals when in dire need of help. The thought made him chuckle silently.
Frank stayed in the background like a shadow (though a fairly big one) through the process of treating Preacher's and Spiff's wounds. There wasn't much he could do except wait. But having been in the business for so many years, he'd grown used to waiting and didn't really notice it anymore. Though alert all the while, he had plenty of time to think about his life or the life of others. But he also made use of the idle moments to study people and their behavior. For it had dawned to the big, bald man years ago, that the secret of the legendary bodyguards was their skill to read people, not the speed they could draw and shoot.
Preacher behaved like an ace would under such situation. He reported the wounds and accepted the "orders" the nurse and the doctor gave. Scribe and Spiff on the other hand had a different approach. It was almost like the two smooth operators were competing over the lovely nurse's attention. But if it was a benevolent battle of skills, it was Spiff who came out as the victor. His lines were way too boosted with honey, but they still seemed to hit the mark. Nurse Rhianna was probably used to seeing more direct attempts of making passes or grumpy people snapping at her, than to someone actually being nice to her.
Soon enough the operation was over and they were all outside again.
Posted on 2008-01-24 at 10:43:02.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Mapsies
One of them infamous Alacrity maps, eh? *shudder* 
Posted on 2008-01-11 at 21:02:27.
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Topic: World's Largest Dungeon
Subject: Ha! Another group of fools!
We've played the WLD for some time now (though the game's been on break for the better part of 2 months) and our characters are on levels 5-6. More than a few casualties so far. The dungeon(s) is insane. And I mean really crazy. Good ole brainless fun though.
Posted on 2008-01-11 at 20:59:48.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: A bit of back posting
We're dead. For a moment there it really seemed they would. Croaker and Peacekeeper came very close to falling off the thin line they were walking on. Fortunately the cowboy wasn't quite as foolish as his angered words made him. Guardian could almost see Piper and the walking guns surrounding the place blowing Scribe and himself into pieces. Sure they'd start from Croaker and his chica, but prolly wouldn't stop until they all were dead.
But it didn't go that far. The argument was thrown from one side to the other, each calling the other stupid. Sure there were plans to continue, some better than others, but still the group was arguing over petty things instead of carrying out those plans. Sadly the big black man shook his bald head and cast a worried look at his employer. Even if Spiff and Croaker and Big Jacko got their act together and would work together, would it stay that way or would they end up flatlining each other? He felt like saying this wasn't the crap he signed for, but being honest to himself, he had to admit it was. This was exactly what kept him in the money... well... sorts. Not that Guardian really cared that much for the money he was making. It was only enough to keep him alive, not turning him insanely rich. So it didn't really matter that much.
The rest of the ranting Guardian didn't listen to too closely. The guys were venting their frustration, but they probably had understood it couldn't go any further or they'd all be dead. Croaker's thanks did take him by surprise though. More because it felt like a scene from a vid or a dream in the middle of the heated situation, than the actual fact that he was being thanked. In his line of work, people tended to be happy about him carrying out the job well - for keeping them alive. So when the ace offered his hand, Frank took it, shook it and then shrugged. "You owe me nothing, bubba. Didn't do it for you."
What caught the bodyguard's attention though was Jack's move after Spiff had finished his little tirade. It took all of his will to stay his own hand and not grab the butt of his Armalite. Fortunately Jack's hand was empty and only playing a gun instead of holding one. Guardian wasn't sure though whether he'd been too sorry had it been real. He wasn't altogether happy when the media decided to take Spiff's offer, for it didn't exactly make his work easier. Still, protecting people usually wasn't easy. That was exactly why they hired him to take the bullet, wasn't it?
Posted on 2008-01-06 at 10:41:54.
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Topic: William Pictures
Subject: <3
Good to see some new pics of the little lad! Lovely indeed! Thanks for sharing them with us, Al.
Posted on 2007-12-31 at 23:38:33.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: Yeppah
Things were moving too fast for Damanil to fully comprehend... And the pain in his side clouding his mind didn't help much either. First there was an ambush. Well armed professionals had tried to make him and his companions one with the stars. Why? Who had they been after? Me? With the amazing powers of the jedi they'd been able to survive until the TDF task force had arrived on the scene and "saved" them.
Now the bounty hunter was lying on his back on a stretcher inside a personnel carrier being after having been tended by a TDF medic. So at least the soldier boys aren't trying to delete me. Another rush of pain before the meds bit in. The agony was replaced by a wave of euforia and at first the redhead Coruscantan thought it was the healing agent that was making him see things when the carrier lurched into a halt. For to him it seemed as if one of the Meds, the female one, stabbed the other in the neck making the man crumble on the floor. Why?
After a blink of eyes, and another, and a wipe of his face later, the man was still on the floor in what looked like a very uncomfortable position and the woman was speaking things that at first didn't make too much sense: Panic in her eyes, the young woman faces the group. "Move quickly," she hisses. "The driver is in on it - they will be here any moment!" She fixes her gaze on Dime, and speaks an odd phrase. "The stars of the core shine even here."
But made sense to Damanil was the all too familiar sound of blasters, which reached his ears as the Medtech opened the rear hatch. "You are being set up, but I will not stomach the TDF murdering a member of the jedi order. Know that there are still supporters of the Republic on this system. Go now - they intended to use the confusion of this attack to ensure your deaths. Instead use it to cover your escape!"
With a solemn nod (or what he meant to be a solemn nod), Damanil quickly grapped his gear and leaped out. Or again, meant to leap, but his legs were still a bit wobbly due to the after effects of the med he'd been given and the weakness caused by the assassin's shot. He didn't need to be told twice. If there was a chance to get out of this mess, no matter how slight, he'd take it without another thought. Besides - right now - thinking hurt.
Posted on 2007-12-12 at 10:33:23.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Raven here
Well I'm here. Sort of. But you've done wisely to separate Guardian and DS from the others, Brom old friend. That way I shouldn't be slowing anybody else's posting down and can be npc'd more easily.
Sorry again for any and all inconvenience I may have caused.
Posted on 2007-11-28 at 07:29:05.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: hmm
Seems I need to edit my post too. Then again, I think I'll wait for Brom's fixed past/future before doing so.
Posted on 2007-11-09 at 19:32:43.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: Ouch! That's gotta hurt!
Shadoran had a bad feeling about the fight. He knew it was against every rule in every bounty hunter rulebook, but he had stayed behind to help another. He was helping a jedi, who to the best of knowledge, had nothing to do with his current assignment. I'm getting old., Damanil thought as he took aim at one of the attackers. And the TDF was on its way too. All of a sudden the sweet taste of freedom and being alive was gone and replaced by acrid smell of death.
Squeezing the trigger, the redhead bounty hunter knew his shot would be bad news for the ambusher. He allowed himself a quick grin before he swung his rifle towards the sniper... Or tried to... There was another loud explosion... too loud, too near. Despite all his of experience and training, Damanil couldn't help the glance at Caise. The nearly fatal glance.
Apparently the one with the bantha of a gun considered him to be a bigger threat than the jedi - or an easier target. But as his green eyes witnessed the slow motion animation of the jedi's fate, the bantha kicked him in the side. Maybe that look saved his life. Maybe all of his luck hadn't run out after all, but the sniper's shot managed to miss at least the most important organs in Damanil's body... He hoped.
Through the haze of pain... Damanil had been hurt before, but never shot this bad. And he'd always wondered about the "haze of pain", but apparently such a thing was for real... The TDF hunter, bounty soldier, him - whatever he was, heard the arrival of his "fellow" troops. Yay... "Hnghh!" The pain was making his eyes water, but with sheer determination he pushed himself up. Gotta think of something...
The plan was to claim the jedi had been attacked and he'd happened to arrive at the scene on his free day just in time to help the poor blind man against the attackers. That's all he could come up in the few seconds he had. But the plan - great as it seemed to Damanil - was washed away by a stranger. "The name's 13, and I had no part in any of this. If you don’t believe me, you can check the power pack in my carbine, and you’ll see that the weapon hasn’t been fired."
Damanil gazed at the man? The armor and the carbine, the self-confident demeanor. There was no mistaking about him. Another bounty hunter. Despite the pain and the sudden need of closing his eyes, Damanil could easily recognize one of his own kind at such a short distance.
The the two heavily armored TDF goons were upon him. Blasters pointed at his head and barking orders to drop his weapon. "The hell I will. I'm one of you, you maggot faced bastards. Go pester someone else and get me a medic." The show Damanil put on might have proved to be useful or not. He would never find out. Before the "fellow" soldiers had a chance to respond, the redheaded bounty hunter's sharp eyes flipped to white and he dropped on the ground, unconscious.
The blackout didn't last long, but long enough for Damanil to find himself dragged/carried by the two TDF inside the troop carrier. Then the darkness overtook him once more.
No time to double check for errors, so bear with me.
Posted on 2007-10-30 at 16:03:22.
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Topic: Where are you from?
Subject: Yay!
Alabama: t_catt11 (Birmingham)
Alaska
Arizona
Arkansas
California Dragon Mistress, Brianna (mile from Disneyland)
Colorado
Connecticut
Delaware
District of Columbia
Florida - Admiral (Tampa)
Georgia
Hawaii
Idaho
Illinois
Indiana
Iowa
Kansas
Kentucky
Louisiana
Maine
Maryland
Massachusetts
Michigan: Drakar(St. Joesph)
Minnesota
Mississippi
Missouri
Montana
Nebraska
Nevada Reno; Greygrey
New Hampshire
New Jersey
New Mexico
New York
North Carolina
North Dakota
Ohio: Eol Fefalas (New Carlisle)
Oklahoma
Oregon
Pennsylvania
Rhode Island
South Carolina
South Dakota
Tennessee
Texas: Tann'Talas (San Antonio, Home of the Alamo)
Utah
Vermont
Virginia
Washington
West Virginia
Wisconsin
Wyoming
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Canada
Ontario - Alacrity & Vanadia (Toronto)
Manitoba - Vilyamar (Winnipeg)
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Overseas
United Kingdom - Ginafae (Edinburgh)
Iceland - Skari-dono
The Netherlands - Fantasy & Almerin (Fanmerin)
Sweden - Scarab (Jönköping)
Finland - Raven (Oulu)
Posted on 2007-10-27 at 19:09:05.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Yaharrr!
Whatever was going on in the ruined fort, Kilgim had no clue about. Immensely powerful magic was thrown about in a terrifying battle beyond the comprehension of the not-quite-so-simple dwarven cleric. He had naturally witnessed the power of great sorcerers before in combat and outside it. But never had he witnessed such an exchange of power in which whole walls where tossed back and forth like the small wooden balls in a juggler's act.
But the bald dwarf and his companions would have to continue nevertheless. They were on a mission from Dwan, but more importantly it appeared Arien's sister and a dear friend to most of them - Alloryn, might be held captive in some part of the tower. Therefore, when Arien gave his little speech again, the Kilgim merely waved it away with grunt. "Ah, laddie we've all set our 'eart on savin' yer sister. So let's get a move on already."
So up they went, all caution set aside, running up the stairs and straight through the door into a room filled with greens. And the imperials weren't at all surprised of course. Why would they be? There was a fight raging around them and they were prepared for an assault. Crossbow bolts were whistling through the air and a table flying over before Kilgim had a chance to say "Damned", which he said anyway when two of the bolts draw his blood. Gladly the hits were not bad, more like scratches, and either these ones weren't poisoned or his stout and strong body shook away the effects once again.
In a heartbeat the Greens were upon them and after a rather uncharacteristic command from Char, the warriors formed a line and stood fast to take the attack of the imps. With fury and anger common to his fighting style, the orange-bearded dwarf assaulted "his" Green with both of his axes, but his opponent was well trained and managed to parry or dodge most of the blows. Still Blackaxe managed to slip through the man's guard and take a minor cut into his side.
With a determined grin, the warrior-priest changed his stance a bit in order to find holes in the Greens defense. "Say goodbye t' yer friends, Imp. 'n get ready t' greet yer ancestors!"
Posted on 2007-10-22 at 09:11:44.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: whoopsie
Still can.
Roger, can you fill me up with the situation of Kilgim's spells. I'm not exactly sure how many and of which level he's thrown away already.
Posted on 2007-10-16 at 08:21:03.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: To boldly go where he has never gone before
Soon the group was whole and the locals were being hospitable again. It was something that caught Damanil by surprise time and time again to the point of seeming a bit foolish to him. Back home, despite housing the seat of the Republic's senate, the people were mostly concerned of just three people - me, myself and I. And the son of an elite senatorial guard - or maybe former son, for dad probably didn't consider him as one anymore - was no different. It was the way the world had brought him up and so far he hadn't come upon anything that would've changed his view. And these people weren't going to either.
The bounty hunter's thoughts were interrupted by an all too familiar sound of a shot hitting something very close to him. Despite his usual awareness Damanil completely managed to miss Jeena's fate as the realization came to him. We're under att... And then the wave hit him in the face.
Dust flying. People lying on their backs or scrambling to their feet. Jeena lying on the ground face down with Jaal kneeling over her body. Mouths opening in silent shouting. Ears ringing..... The blaster rifle was already ready in his hand. Unconsciously even while being thrown back a couple meters by the concussion wave of the rocket, his reflexes had made his hands grab the gun. Then he was up too, with one knee down and the rifle pointing at the rooftop.
Sniper, rocket launcher and another. The ambushers had a good basic setup and could control the whole area and escape routes. With nothing really to use as cover, there's not much else to do than filling the air with blaster fire. So far the attackers were outnumbered and a quick volley of fire made two of them duck for cover while the third was hit by a sharp shot by Dime. Damanil was focusing on the sniper for two reasons. The rifle he? was holding would be nice to have, though the redhead knew there was no way to get it even if he managed to kill its current owner. And to him the sniper seemed like the biggest threat at the moment. Sure rockets caused more damage, but a launcher was slower to load than a sniper rifle and more difficult to hit with.
Damned. Nearly got you bastard. Damanil's shot came close to dropping the sniper. But even though missing its intended target it fulfilled its secondary purpose and forced the shooter to pull back. Risking a look at the other assailants, the green eyes turned in time to see one of them take a shot square in the face. Suddenly things were starting to appear much better, but just then two new sources of enemy fire appeared.
Then the Jedi's warning caught his ears: "Get down!" Already knelt down, Damanil merely braced himself for what he knew would come. The familiar whistle and whoosh of another rocket flying through the air too close by brought a shiver down his spine. But fortunately his assessment of the attackers' skills had been sound if not lucky - the one handling the launcher didn't seem to be a professional.
And if the situation wasn't looking grim enough so far, it sure got a lot worse when Damanil's com sparked into life: "Disturbance by Brod's Mercantile", comes a report. "Active firefight in progress. Multiple fighters on both sides, be advised, one combatant appears to be a jedi. Casualties reported." A moment later, a reply is made. "Roger that, HQ. Riot team Theta-Theta-Two in route to respond. ETA five minutes."
Bollocks A full Riot team meant trouble with a gigantic T. The recently retired (even if unwillingly) TDF soldier had no illusion of the Theta-Theta-Two coming to their rescue. And his fears were proven right only a second later by the HQ reply: "Acknowledged, riot team. Both supressive and lethal force are authorized." It suddenly occured to him that either Commander Albari was still very much alive or someone knew of his deal with the Hutt.
But then the blind Miraluka with a flailing green light moved past him obviously heading for one of the enemies, and another thought caught him. Maybe it's the jedi they're after... And with HQ's approval? "Hey!", Damanil called out to Caise with a dead-serious voice. "We're about to have company, jedi."
"Understood" Something in the jedi's voice told the Coruscantan that the man had caught his meaning, but still he carried on moving forward instead of running. Crazy bugger! Taking a glance back, Damanil could see the landspeeder crawling out of the garage and Mercury jumping in on the driver's seat. He was now facing two options... Either do as his mind screamed for him to do and run for the cover and hopefully safety of the speeder or for once in his life drop the selfish thoughts and provide the jedi some cover fire.
It took him a second to decide and in the raining gunfire the second felt like a lifetime. "To hell with it. He did save my ass up there." Checking the situation and location of the remaining ambushers, Damanil got up into a crouched, but standing position and took one final aimed shot at an enemy before moving to follow Caise.
Posted on 2007-10-11 at 08:30:19.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Happy days!
GINAFAE!!! Yay! Welcome back dear!
Posted on 2007-10-11 at 06:53:46.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Posting I will be
Soonish.
Geesh. This baby stuff is coming back to me.. slowly. Sleep. Oh that be nice for a while. Sure we do get some, but not nearly as much I'd like. Continuous sleep... *sigh*
Work's starting tomorrow again after two weeks of paternity leave at home. I'm terrified. Will be wasted in the evenings, but can't be. Must have strength to help Tiina to give her time to rest. But, good side of things is that I'll have more time to post... maybe.
Kilgim can always be NPCeed in the meanwhile.
Posted on 2007-10-07 at 08:09:25.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Agh!
Weekend! I'll do my best. Should have time to post, if the baby sleeps ok and such. Had no recollection on how babies work. Completely wiped from my memory it is...
Posted on 2007-10-05 at 19:38:57.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Crappety crap
For a moment everything seemed to be sweet. Croaker and Scribe had agreed on a truce and they were now officially on the same side - whatever that side might be. As far as he was concerned, the night had so far been a success. Guardian had been able to keep his employer... well if not completely out of harm's way... then at least alive. Spiff's shot was one thing, but that was now all old news - even if not really that old.
Croaker's team had lost one man and two others were slightly hurt, but their mission seemed like a success too. For a microsec or so it did. Then suddenly, as the van was speeding through the streets, the chica with a doll face started banging her head, arms and legs hard on the metal floor. It wasn't voluntary, that much was clear to Guardian right away even without any medical background. It was as if the babe was having a seizure or an epileptic fit - the slender body was convulsing with strength way beyond her frail frame.
Peacekeeper beat him to it. Damned the girl had good reflexes. Guardian was a boosted himself and with the chip plugged into the back of his skull he could outdo almost any man in the NC... Any man. Suddenly - even though Merry Deth wasn't doing great in the meanwhile - suddenly Guardian felt good about having Peacekeeper on his (and DS's) side and not looking at him down the barrel of her gun. The big black man threw himself on the trashing chica's lower part and held her tight. The convulsions were powerful, but not too much for his trained muscles to overcome.
And he didn't have to hold on for long before the Medic gave his call. The flatline said it all too. The girl Croaker had been hired (or so Frank assumed) to pick up was gone. And that would certainly change things a bit. Guardian pushed himself back up sitting and leaned against the side of the van. There was no shaking of his head, no words, not even a shrug. The corpse didn't touch the bodyguard in any way. He hadn't known the chica or her motives and had no money invested in her. Sure, it was a shame to see a young life wasted, always was. But this one wasn't any different from the Wild Things he'd shot - not really.
After the initial shock Croaker didn't seem to care any more about Merry Deth than Guardian did. And that was good. Whatever happened next, the explosion in the girl's brain (whatever had caused it) wouldn't make the man hesitate or act in anger if and when the time to act would come. And apparently - from Croaker's words - such a time would come. Would, if Guardian and his boss were still going to go with the mixed bunch, like he presumed they would. Just to make sure, Frank looked DS in the eye to get the little nod he knew would come.
That's when Peacekeeper's words nearly caught him by surprise. Or in fact did. Turning his deep brown augmented eyes at the killer in a babe disguise, Guardian gave his new best friend a slight smile and a nod.
Posted on 2007-10-05 at 19:26:17.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Me wants one too!
iPhone! Would throw away my bucks too if it was available in Finland. Though being tied into a single operator would really suck in my opinion.
As for the game... games... Baby's keeping me up. I'm on paternity leave, but don't get nearly enough sleep. You know how it goes guys. Still I'm very much in the game, if you'll have me.
Posted on 2007-09-30 at 05:48:39.
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