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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men...
Subject: Jarenion moves swiftly, but not too swiftly

Jarenion woke to the sounds of banging and a scream. The scream yanked him awake in an instant. His first thought was of the cleric – what had Danon gotten himself into? Going off alone, well not quite alone – and that was the point! - could make for some very enticing times, but also grave danger. “Never split the party!” was an ancient bit of wisdom that had been pounded into his head, but somehow it just didn’t work when night time trysts were involved and blood wasn’t flowing to people’s heads. “Damn! What did that cleric get himself into?”

But even as the thought sped across his mind, the mage realized that the cleric was likely not to blame for this intrusion. The noise and cry had come from downstairs and he didn’t think it had sounded liked Danon. But whatever it was, it could clearly not be ignored.

Jarenion hated acting without the others – it was rarely wise for anyone, and almost certainly unwise for a mage, to charge ahead while the warriors donned their armor. But since he did not need to don armor, he was always the quickest to prepare in such situations. And so after jumping up from his straw pallet, Jarenion made sure the others were up and offered an extra hand if needed. Being the first to prepare, he moved to the door where he paused and listened. If he heard nothing directly outside, he opened the door to try and better hear what was happening downstairs.

(((Jarenion gets up and grabs anything he might need. Assuming there isn’t much he can do to assist others, he listens at the door and then opens it a crack. If it seems reasonable and the others are almost ready, he would move to the top of the stairs, but NOT down them. He wants information, but not to expose himself without the aid of the others.)))

Posted on 2015-03-22 at 19:10:20.

Topic: Weird War II
Subject: Let the light shine on a salty shotgun blast

Private McGuiness liked the information they had received. Going in already know a bit about how to fight these things would help a lot. He’d heard about Carter and the King Tut stuff – curse and all. (He must have learned something in Mr. Dahl’s history class!) At least he’d heard what the public was allowed to hear. He needed to know it all. Too bad it didn’t seem like there was much more.

“Sir. Thank you for the information. That will be very helpful. You said ‘extreme trauma to the head’ for the lower types of undead. Do Carter’s notes make mention of whether or not a single bullet is enough? Can I pick one off with a well-aimed bullet? Or will that take multiple bullets or a shotgun? Or do we just not know?”

The sniper paused for a breath and added, “I don’t usually use shotguns. Do they need to be rigged in some way for salt? We need to get some shotguns, salt shot – and regular shot. I’d imagine a shotgun blast might be a good way to generate “extreme trauma” to the head. Anyone know if salt shot will do the same damage as regular shot? It would be nice if we didn’t have to reload for different critters. And what is the most mobile way to generate a lot of light? Anybody here know this stuff?”

As the captain ordered them all to get ready to depart, Corban couldn’t help but wish for a few extra minutes. “Cap’n, sir. My bags basically packed and ready. In 30 minutes is it possible to get our hands on some shotguns and shot – salt and regular? I’d love to blast a couple sandbags before we leave to compare the effects. That report gives us an edge, I’d sure love to maximize it.”

After hopefully getting a few quick answers Corban ran to get his gear. It didn’t take long. He’d been expecting another mission on short notice, so he’d kept it packed. But he really wanted to make sure they had the right equipment. And while he’d used a shotgun before and seen its effects, he’d never loaded one with salt. He wanted to know how it was done and what the result would be when the trigger was pulled. “Prepared” and “alive” were two words that seemed to go together in the military, especially in Ye Olde military.

Posted on 2015-03-21 at 20:02:47.

Topic: Jack is Back
Subject: Welcome back!

An active Inn is an excellent Inn!

Posted on 2015-03-19 at 18:29:46.

Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: Glad to be here

Glad to be a part of the group. Zombies and ghouls, always fun!

Posted on 2015-03-17 at 12:24:31.

Topic: Talk about The Inn
Subject: Chat

And can't get chat to work - will try again tomorrow. Maybe it is the work laptop.

Posted on 2015-03-14 at 00:06:10.

Topic: Talk about The Inn
Subject: Hmmmm . . . .

I like a lot of things about the place.

I did like the comics - it would be cool if we had people who could do that. I'd offer my talents in this if I actually had any talent in this. But I don't.

As has been suggested already, the ability to see other peoples posts when writing your own would be helpful. As is, I usually write mine in word so that I can see things, then copy it into the thread. But that means redoing all the formatting. I guess that could be adjusted also.

And . . . chat room. I've never done the chat room. I need to check that out. And a game in the chat room? That could be cool. I think I'm headed to the chat room right now. See! It is already improving!

Posted on 2015-03-13 at 23:47:07.

Topic: Weird War II
Subject: Your Mummy wears combat boots! Oh, wait. That's me!

Corban McGuiness listened to Lieutenant Darling present the mission outline. “Well, here we go again,” he thought to himself. We have been sitting here on our duff for a bit too long. Eventually the weirdness was bound to pop up again. And . . . Egypt. What on earth (or not from earth?) did he know about Egypt? Why was it that while you were in school the last thing you ever wanted to do was pay attention, but as soon as you were out you found yourself wishing you had been paying attention?

Pulling himself back from his momentary trip back to his high school history class, Corban tried to remember those lessons on Egypt. He’d had a really good history teacher before he’d snuck off to enlist. Still, the information was a bit thin. Pyramids, the Nile, flooding and silt, the Suez Canal, a god with a dogs head. Osirus – wasn’t he the one that was sorta like Jesus? Maybe not. Mummies. Oh. Dang. Mummies. What were the odds there’d be a mummy or six on this trip? Old Mr. Dahl in history class would have said “no way,” but after the last several assignments with Ye Olde, Corban was willing to bet there would be mummies.

And crocodiles. He remembered what Mr. Dahl had said about the Nile crocodiles. They were huge, nasty and always hungry. He just didn’t like crocs. Actually, he wasn’t very fond of anything that came out of the water. You couldn’t see it coming and you couldn’t shoot things under water very well. He really didn’t want to meet up with a huge Nile Croc. Or even a small one.

As the image of a charging croc came to mind, Corban had to suppress the giggles. Here he was, about to march off into some long forgotten temple, chase after some long forgotten pharaoh and priestess with mysterious magical powers, and almost certainly confront a mummy or six - and what was he worried about? Crocodiles. Perfectly normal crocodiles. What kind of person, when confronted with mummies, thinks “gosh, I hope there aren’t crocodiles??!!” The kind that had already faced Nosferatu, giant tentacle beasts, gargoyles and other strangeness. This was certainly one Weird War.

But he still didn’t like crocodiles.

When Alistaria started to talk Corban listened carefully. The lady knew her stuff. And she obviously had been paying attention to her history teacher. Corban knew his role within the team, and it was generally not to be the source of information. Others knew more about this than he did. Star certainly did. His job was to keep everyone alive through threat elimination. And to do that he needed the information the others could provide. So he listened quietly.

When Star finished with her disappointingly short lesson, Rex let loose with a slew of questions including “Corban, you prepared for snipe huntin’ in the desert sands?”

Corban smiled at the man and replied, “snipes are nothing. Sniper, remember?” He looked around at the team that was about to head off on another weird mission and commented, “Now, if I were a betting man, I’d be willing to lay some good money on mummies. Anybody want to lay some odds on meeting a few good mummies? I’m thinking we’ll get a chance to see if Boris Karloff got this one right.”

Getting a bit more serious he turned to Alistaria and said, “Honestly, mummies, right? You ever hear anything about how to fight a mummy? Or any other legends of Egyptian critters we need to prepare for? Is there anything we need to be sure to bring?”

As soon as answers were given, Corban was ready to gather his gear and move out. He’d ask for advice on desert fighting. He really didn’t have much experience with that. But it was time to move. The Lieutenant had said an hour and the clock was ticking.

Posted on 2015-03-13 at 23:33:27.
Edited on 2015-03-13 at 23:36:56 by Nomad D2

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: When a Rapier won't do, part II

With a happy sense of deja vu, Lothor found himself on top of the metal contraption on the ground. It seemed slashing and slicing were of no use against these things. But he had already seen the damage a massive rams head could do to them. They could be hurt.

Luckily, he had never gone in for little blades. His sword was no rapier. It was a huge hunk of metal that just happened to be sharp on the edges – truly worthy of the title of great sword. He would drive it into the beast like a battering ram. From his position atop the suit of armor he raised himself up, keeping his left foot firmly planted on the things sword arm, and plowed the great blade into the breast plate. There was no subtlety in this. No attempt to cut. He simply aimed to use the massive size of the metal blade to crush the things chest. And so he brought the blade crashing down with his full weight and all of his hill giant strength to bear on it.

As he plowed the blade downwards his happy sense of having things under control got an unhappy dose of reality as he looked around and saw the rooms new entrants. Why did they just keep coming?

Posted on 2015-03-12 at 10:08:54.

Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: Sweet!

The game is afoot!!

And that is a really cool graphic.

Posted on 2015-03-11 at 15:16:27.

Topic: WWII Horror LFP
Subject: Corban

Not a big deal, but your character description still lists Dreen as running the sniper.

And I really liked how you used Brutal to create the squad name. For a guy who obviously meant a lot to people here it was perfect. Nicely done.

Posted on 2015-03-09 at 21:13:45.

Topic: Trilogy War Q/A
Subject: not my oil, but curious

A bottle of oil of fiery burning was tossed at the queens feet on the dais - where a fire elemental now stands. Did anything happen with that?

Posted on 2015-03-09 at 18:56:09.

Topic: WWII Horror LFP
Subject: Changes

I was assuming that since I was restarting Corban, that I didn't need to change anything. If I do, please let me know. I'm not quite sure what I would add to his backstory since it would be the same up until we went into the castle - and I don't know what happened after that. I'm assuming he stayed with the unit and would have experienced whatever other craziness the occult world could throw at him. But I don't know what that would be. So, Corban remains the same unless I am told otherwise.

Posted on 2015-03-08 at 19:53:23.

Topic: WWII Horror LFP
Subject: Looking into the past

While C.O.R.P.S.E. is cool, I think a tribute to YeOlde is the perfect choice.

And sniper Corban McGuiness is ready for duty. Looking forward to getting the band together again.

Posted on 2015-03-08 at 18:18:38.
Edited on 2015-03-08 at 18:19:13 by Nomad D2

Topic: Happy GM's Day
Subject: One need only observe

Well, if one only pays attention to what they are seeing, such things are easy to spot. Elementary, really.

But if you ever decide to get such a thing rolling, any game with a beginning like that would be good. But one at a time.

Posted on 2015-03-06 at 12:56:39.

Topic: Happy GM's Day
Subject: Interesting

Personally I'm very glad your reviving the Rautenburg campaign. I'd never done anything like it before and it was a lot of fun. I'm looking forward to giving the goonies another shot.

The Tanks for the Fantasy one looks quite interesting. Tank on Dragon. Never done that before.

Is your Adler for the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen connected to the Irene (I think) Adler of Sherlock Holmes fame?

And thanks to all DMs and GMs out there!

Posted on 2015-03-06 at 12:24:03.
Edited on 2015-03-06 at 12:24:48 by Nomad D2

Topic: Trilogy War Q/A
Subject: Just to clarify . . . .

I assume Cor is throwing himself on top of the OTHER suit of armor - #3. Correct?

Posted on 2015-03-03 at 15:30:42.

Topic: Pathfinder: Adventures in Runewen
Subject: You finally get some time to read and . . .

"Arvin, we need your group now! The undead are clawing at the gates!"

Sirion looked up from his reading as the call to arms was sounded. It seemed reading time was over, not that it had been very productive. Still, if the current mayor had been doing his job (Which was probably a big if) the text should bring events up to date - and information on how the recent undead infestation had begun would probably prove helpful. But that would have to wait.

Sirion stood up, shut the book, and grabbed his spear. "I'll put the book in my room for safekeeping and meet you all back here in a moment."

So saying he ran upstairs to his room (Which he hadn't actually picked yet - how about room 4 if it is still available?) and tucked the book into the little chest in the room. Unlike the warriors he didn't have any armor to get on - he was ready. So he grabbed his spear again and headed back down the stairs.

He was not a fan of charging off without the group together. It was rarely wise. So he paused for a minute in the taverns main room waiting for the others. If they all just ran through and off to the gates he would join them. Otherwise he would wait for them to gather and they would go as a group. But they obviously couldn't afford to wait long. "Undead clawing at the gates" didn't sound like a good thing.

Posted on 2015-03-02 at 20:09:40.

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: A simple plan, really

Lothor knew slashing weapons weren't of much use against the armor, but that didn't bother him. He had taken the last one down without the need to slice and dice and he would do so again. He had a blueprint for how to do it - take it to the ground and crush it.

The plan was quite simple, really. Use his blade to knock aside the armors weapon so that it hopefully couldn't attack and he wouldn't get skewered while flinging himself bodily at the armor. A large, fully-armored, warrior with hill giant strength should come crashing down on the suit of armor, knocking it to the ground while landing on top of it - and hopefully even doing a bit of crushing damage while he was at it.

He grinned to himself as he launched his assault. Others might need a rams head ring or a magical giant fist, but Lothor would be his own battering ram!

Posted on 2015-03-02 at 19:43:06.

Topic: Looking for a game
Subject: Back in the saddle

I was able to join two games.
One is going very well, and apparently has been for 10 years. A great chance to join a long running game. The second I am hoping keeps going as I have developed a character I really like, but seems to be slow to get moving. Here's hoping . . .

But I am interested in another game - especially now that character development in the others has been done for a bit. I didn't want to do that part of things in more than 2 games at once. But I am now looking for another game. Anyone needs someone? I promise to be a very active poster and stick things out.

Posted on 2015-02-26 at 21:42:57.

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: Armor, armor, everywhere

Lothor smiled grimly as the armor crumpled beneath him. As the Hydras disappeared and Dark Whisper crumpled against the wall, he drew a breath. This was good.

Of course, as soon as that thought entered his mind the Lich Queen sent the other suits of armor into the battle. Damn! He really wanted to launch his hatchets at the queen. He was confident he could prevent her spell casting. But the armor was his first task. It seemed obvious that his role in this fight was to keep those suits of armor away from his friends.

And so he yanked his sword from the floor and prepared to move towards the armor. As he reclaimed his blade he saw Cor move towards Weaver. Cor’s movement placed another obstacle between Lothor and the armor that seemed to be headed towards him. (#3) So instead of trying to work his way through his friends who were busy healing, the warrior moved quickly behind them to the left and stepped towards the other suit of armor. (#4)

He didn’t close for melee just yet, he wanted to bring this suit to the floor like the other, but he also wanted to be between it and his friends.

Posted on 2015-02-25 at 00:28:47.

Topic: Pathfinder: Adventures in Runewen
Subject: To read a good book

Sirion took the book from Kestross.

"Give me a moment to see what we have," he said as he opened the volume. "If you want I'll read anything interesting out loud."

Posted on 2015-02-25 at 00:08:23.

Topic: Trilogy War Q/A
Subject: Smiles, Armor and loads of good, clean fun

Two questions:

1. Did Smiley move forward? Previously it had moved back and was pictured back by the Queen. Now it is shown forward, but no mention of it was made. Has it moved forward to attack again?

2. The armor - is it all the way forward already? Could a quick moving Lothor move forward and intercept it before it got to the others? I think #3 is the one closest to him. Can he get a clear run at either of them?

Posted on 2015-02-21 at 13:57:17.

Topic: Trilogy War Q/A
Subject: ouch

Well, that really stinks. Little bummer for us on the delay. Big bummer for you. Good luck.

Posted on 2015-02-17 at 10:24:23.

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: How to decapitate a tin can in one easy swing

As the suit of armor beneath him squirmed like a stuck bug, Lothor quickly considered his options. He badly wanted to hurl his axe at Dark Whisper. Leaving the spell caster free was dangerous, as Weaver’s current state showed. But the armor was his first priority. Its ability to steal magic to restore itself was doubly dangerous. Would a rejuvenated armor be able to free itself from his sword? And its ability to steal the power from spells was preventing the group’s spellcasters from utilizing all of their firepower. The armor needed to be finished off completely. Eliminate the threat. Plus, he needed his sword.

So Lothor stayed in place atop the pinned armor. He grabbed his handaxe and, spinning it so that the flat backside of the axe head would make contact, swung it with all of his strength against the side of the armors helmet, hoping to separate the helmet from the body of the armor. Since the body couldn’t move, the helmet should give easily.

If that didn’t do the trick he would swing again with the axe, continuing with his quest to finish off the armor. If helmetless it continued to wriggle, like the other damaged tin can, perhaps a second swing would take off an arm. He needed to take it out quickly. There were too many other threats in the room that needed dealing with, and some of his friends could clearly use his aid.

Posted on 2015-02-11 at 10:29:34.

Topic: College Days
Subject: college . . .

Well, I'd much rather be a student than have a job.
Except for the whole money thing.
But I like being a student.


Posted on 2015-02-10 at 13:16:04.


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