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Topic: Vigilante Q/A
I doubt we need to see the pictures, but do we need to see the map with the sewer lines?
Also, is there anything else at all in the folders?
Posted on 2015-09-24 at 18:16:00.
Topic: Trilogy War Q/A
Gotta say I agree that we need to consider the possibility that she was never what she claimed. After all, "treachery was always the greatest weapon of the enemy," is not just some line. It would take planning, but what better way to gain access to the sword?
Posted on 2015-09-23 at 22:43:49.
Topic: Tann’s NFL U Pick em Game 2015
Subject: The Vikings are at home again, so I should pick 'em, right?
THU, SEP 24
Washington at NY Giants NYG
SUN, SEP 27
Atlanta at Dallas Atl
Indianapolis at Tennessee Indy
Oakland at Cleveland Cle
Cincinnati at Baltimore Cin
Jacksonville at New England NE - do we get "lock" picks??
New Orleans at Carolina Carolina
Philadelphia at NY Jets NYJ
Tampa Bay at Houston Hou
San Diego at Minnesota MN, Yep, gotta do it.
Pittsburgh at St. Louis Pitt
San Francisco at Arizona Az
Buffalo at Miami Miami
Chicago at Seattle Seattle - also a lock
Denver at Detroit Denver
MON, SEP 28
Kansas City at Green Bay GB
Wait, I did pick for Cleveland and against Baltimore! Did Ody use a spell on me????? I didn't think you could do that in this game! It's almost like messing around with the balls! I almost have to question the integrity of the entire thing!
Posted on 2015-09-23 at 22:34:49.
Edited on 2015-09-23 at 22:36:59 by Nomad D2
Subject: A Foxy bundle of energy
Heironymus almost burst out laughing at Pyrus' excitement, but stopped himself lest the foxkin find it insulting. That little creature was undeniably a bundle of energy and had an innate charisma. It was hard not to find the charisma charming. He suspected there was some steel underneath that bubbly energy, but the outside persona was fun. He strongly doubted that Pyrus would be a grim faced dark knight. Or, if that was the case, Hieronymus was sure he would be laughing behind his own mask.
When Pyrus suggested they move out and scout out the next stop he quickly agreed. "Lead on. Lets see what our mysterious host has to offer."
He didn't bother with his cloak as he walked out of the tavern. he had been sitting there in plain view for some time and covering up now would only draw attention. Once a few blocks away he brought up his hood and made sure that nothing distinctive was showing. He didn't think he looked disguised, he just looked like any other man walking the streets in a cloak. Sometimes simple disguises were the best. He couldn't help wondering as he moved just what would qualify as a "simple disguise" for the little foxkin.
Posted on 2015-09-22 at 17:20:44.
Topic: Final Fantasy: Crimson Falcons
Subject: And so it begins
Gelion watched the big Puff walk out of the room. The big man went straight to the point. But he seemed friendly.
Rising from the table he added his own comment to the meetings end. "It seems our guess was correct - we are indeed to be teammates - at least for one mission. Welcome aboard folks, I hope my bow can be of some use to us on this mission. I can't say I've ever tried to shoot a bee before."
Moving towards the cabinet to grab a snack of his own on the way out he added, "anything we should talk about before meeting up at the gate?"
If he hears no specific comment in reply he finishes with, "In that case, I will see again shortly. Lets see how well these armbands fit." So saying, he grabbed an armband, placed it on his arm, and followed Yohn out of the room. He will head towards the gate.
Posted on 2015-09-19 at 22:19:14.
Topic: Vigilante Q/A
Subject: Hooded Hotty and what comes next
As I noted in my post, I think the DM's post assumes we got to the hideout, which makes sense. It moves things along and anyone who bothered to show up in the tavern would go - they still don't know anything but they were all interested. Thus I don't think it is critical that we go into incredible detail on each step - decide to go, identify groups for moving there, explain routes taken, whatever. I am all for continuing the banter as I also really like the RP aspect of things - and it gives everyone a chance to get to know the real Heironymus. So talk, make plans and move out. But we can probably move the game along as well as soon as everyone posts even if we don't all end with every detail covered.
Posted on 2015-09-18 at 20:38:50.
Subject: The hideout
(Assuming from the conclusion of the Dm's post that he is assuming we left the inn and went to the hideout right away - thus the description of the location. My post reflects that assumption. If I'm wrong I will change it.)
Heironymus watched the strangely made-up woman leave. He didn't like disguises like that. People who hid their identity made him feel like they had something to hide. Plus it had always kinda given him the creeps. What did it say that he now was getting directions from someone that clearly had a need to conceal her identity? That he would need to conceal his own identity and actions? He had never before needed to do such a thing. It made him uncomfortable. But, he reasoned, this was what being a vigilante required. It wasn't that what he was doing was wrong. He was stopping those who were in the wrong. He wished he could do this task in the full light of the day. But, in the end, that was the heart of the problem. He had been trying to work in the fullness of the light, and where had it gotten him and those he worked with and for? Nowhere but in the slums and, for many, in a grave. The time for disguises had come.
With these thoughts fresh in his head he turned his glance away from the door their host had just exited and looked towards his new companions. "Well, it seems we need to move to find out more. I see no reason to delay - we all want more information and this seems to be the path. If I came here, I will certainly go there. As for her other comment, that seems wise. My cloak will probably be enough for now. I have some ideas for the future, but until I know more I don't think I can make plans. Shall we get going? Perhaps in groups of 2 or 3?"
Posted on 2015-09-18 at 20:30:50.
Edited on 2015-09-18 at 20:33:19 by Nomad D2
Subject: A breathless greeting
Heironymus smiled at Pyrus' introduction. The little one had a clever sense of humor and seemed like a great one to have around to make everyone feel at ease. After she offered the man her drink the cleric offered his own greeting.
"Welcome Arshavir. You get the prize for the most energetic arrival, but I suspect we all share your level of curiosity."
Posted on 2015-09-17 at 19:44:10.
Topic: RDI Shirts
Subject: RDI Shirts
No idea where this thread makes sense, other than not putting in the game threads.
Anybody ever buy one of the shirts on this site? Some are humorous and I can see a perfect Christmas gift for someone in them. Any experiences?
Posted on 2015-09-17 at 19:25:55.
Topic: Tann’s NFL U Pick em Game 2015
Subject: Trying to better this time
Week 2 Choices:
Thursday, Sept. 17
Broncos at Chiefs, Broncos
Sunday, Sept. 20
Patriots at Bills, Bills, cause I want it to happen
Texans at Panthers, Texans
Cardinals at Bears, cardinals
Chargers at Bengals, Chargers
Titans at Browns, Titans
Lions at Vikings, Vikings
Buccaneers at Saints, Saints
Falcons at Giants, Falcons
49ers at Steelers, Steelers
Rams at Redskins, Rams
Dolphins at Jaguars, Dolphins
Ravens at Raiders, Ravens
Cowboys at Eagles, Eagles
Seahawks at Packers, Packers
Monday, Sept. 21
Jets at Colts, Colts
Posted on 2015-09-17 at 19:08:09.
Subject: A drink with future friends?
Heironymus took his seat at the table and sized up his companions. It was an interesting lot. They probably thought the same of him.
He ordered and listened to the banter. Dak's response that he "found people" seemed a bit odd. But somehow it wasn't surprising. He ordered a mulled wine for himself and offered his own bit to the conversation.
"I suspect there are many in this town that need finding. I have spent some time out of the city in the past, but now I simply seek to bring a bit of respect to those so down trodden they might as well be lost. There are plenty such in this town. It is a losing battle."
He paused briefly for a drink. "Which is why Brown's letter intrigues me. I would like to feel that I could actually do something. But, no, I have no idea who he is."
Posted on 2015-09-15 at 18:29:28.
Subject: A note, a possibility, a change of course
After spending much of the day downstairs in the kitchen, Heironymus Enjolras Myriel made his way up the stairs towards his room. He was tired, both physically and spiritually. Somehow this day, so like so many others recently, had seemed harder than those before. He'd worked in the shelter's kitchen and cooked and served food for the helpless and homeless. He'd listened to stories of tough luck and offered encouragement.
But all to often it wasn't just tough luck, it was something far worse. People were being ground down by other people - by those who simply didn't care about the lives of those around them. Petty criminals, gangs, crime bosses and even government officials gone bad. These were ugly times and Heironymus was struggling to figure out what to do about it. His vision of himself was as a person who helped those who needed a little help getting on their feet. It wasn't a grand role, but it was his and it gave meaning to his life. But recently he'd felt more like Sisyphus pushing his stone uphill than anything else. Did the city need more than a little assistance? Did it need a clean sweep? Did it need revolution? Who even needed to get swept out first? The crime bosses? Or the city elders who would do nothing to stop another set of crime bosses from stepping in?
With such thoughts coursing through his mind the young cleric tread heavily up the stairs and opened his door. And there he stopped. His room was sparse. He had very few possessions and his room had a bit of the look of a monks cell. It wasn't quite that sparse as the gear from his adventuring days was stored in a trunk, but there was little else. Which made the note's presence glaring. He was tempted to sigh as thoughts of local crimes sped through his mind. But this was different. Thieves didn't leave notes.
His curiosity peaked, Heironymus moved to the bed, claimed the envelope, opened it, and read.
"Lord Brown?" Did he know that name? He didn't think so. Vigilantes? It was an interesting proposition. In a just world the authorities would do this job. In a proper world vigilantes were not only not needed, but they were undesirable. But his home city was anything but a just world at this moment. Had he not just been thinking that it needed a cleansing? Perhaps this could be a start. Or perhaps it would provide him with the connections and information for something bigger and more useful. Or maybe it would simply allow him to claim 20gp a week for his efforts - taking money from the thieves to help those they stole from. That earned a little smile.
The cleric moved quickly as the fatigue of just a few steps earlier fell off of him. He would give this group a shot. He would see what Lord Brown had to offer. And so he unlocked his trunk and put on the armor that had sat unused since he had returned to the city. If he was going to such a meeting, he would go prepared. The armor was covered by his cloak, but would be noticeable to those who knew what to look for. But this was probably what Mr. Brown was attempting to hire. He would see.
And so prepared he quickly moved portside. The Luck of Shinara was not a tavern he frequented, nor one his father would have gone near in the old days. But he knew where it was and quickly arrived at his destination. Wondering what fate had in store, he entered the loud establishment.
The note had been vague on time and any specifics about the meeting, but the table of vigilantes seemed obvious at a glance. A small group sat at the table. A half-elf fighter of some sort, a human mage and a fox-kin. And a dog, don't forget the dog, he told himself. You never knew. None of them seemed to be what he expected of a "Lord Brown," although he vaguely hoped it was the foxkin. That would certainly make things interesting.
Heironymus moved towards the table and greeted those already seated. "Lord Brown's City Sweepers, I presume?" Getting enough of a reaction to know that he had, indeed, guessed correctly, he added, "I am Heironymus Enjolras Myriel. May I sit and join you?"
Posted on 2015-09-14 at 20:03:16.
Topic: Vigilante Q/A
Subject: Post coming
I'll get you the last couple of details on the cleric soon. Not much left, I don't think. For now I will also get a post up to keep things moving.
Posted on 2015-09-14 at 19:12:04.
Edited on 2015-09-14 at 19:26:49 by Nomad D2
Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: An option
I modified Jarenion's last post to include the option for dispel magic. Don't know if it will work, but if healing doesn't maybe this is more of a normal sort of attack? Can't hurt to try.
We waiting on anyone else to post at this point?
Posted on 2015-09-14 at 19:09:25.
Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: Back to the strong silent type for the moment
When Lothor saw Allanan lower his hood and release the other members of the party he breathed a sigh of relief. While the arch-mage hadn't agreed to do anything yet, it at least appeared that they would get to tell their story. And that was the beginning they needed. Now what he would do - return them to their own time or help to destroy the sword - was yet to be seen.
Lothor wasn't even sure what he wanted him to do. Which option was best? He didn't know, although he agreed with Cor's general sentiment. But for now it seemed that his role as spokesman for the party was over. He allowed Cor and Ulthok to take over.
Posted on 2015-09-13 at 20:05:22.
Topic: Urban D&D Game
Subject: Goddless cleric. Sort of
The PH actually allows a cleric that isn't dedicated to a god but to a cause. I thought I would do that.
Deity: Not dedicated to a specific deity – dedicated to helping those in need, especially those being oppressed by the more powerful and the evil. Pelor is favored, but not specifically targeted as a god.
Still looking to see if Pelor even gets a mention. Probably won't mention any god.
Also, is it possible to get a brief description of the town we will be in? I'm thinking that Heironymus (the cleric's name) will be from that town and have been working to help the poor - and realizing that more is needed. But elements of his story and character development would depend on the city - the climate and general environment (is there a river, harbor, mountains, whatever?) might affect how he has and will go about attempting to save the downtrodden.
Posted on 2015-09-12 at 23:27:36.
Edited on 2015-09-12 at 23:35:58 by Nomad D2
Topic: Urban D&D Game
Subject: An urban Nomad
Ok, I'm beginning to put together a character - I was thinking of a cleric or rogue, since we already have one spellcaster and two fighter-types. Clerics are not usually my thing, but I'm pretty sure I can make one fit here. So a cleric it is.
What sort of mythos am I looking at for a deity?
Also, I have the basic 3.5 books (PH, MM and DMG) but nothing else. If there is a book with interesting stuff for clerics - subclasses, spells or whatever, that I should look at, please let me know so I can look it up. Right now things will probably be fairly basic.
Posted on 2015-09-12 at 19:22:10.
Edited on 2015-09-12 at 19:25:30 by Nomad D2
Topic: Trilogy War Q/A
Subject: good idea
That would help as finding time to research back posts is a challenge. Taking over a warrior was supposed to be all "hack! hack! Smash! Slice! Bash!" Not research through the Trilogy library, right?
Posted on 2015-09-12 at 00:05:40.
Topic: Trilogy War Q/A
Subject: Now we will see if Lothor really put his foot in it.
Ok, so the post is up and is fairly long winded. I wasn't sure if I would be able to post something worthy of this juncture in the next couple of days so I stopped waiting for input and just put it up.
I do have one concern - as I had said before, I only vaguely know the story line from before my joining the game. This is stuff Lothor would know, but I as an ignorant player do not. So if any detail is wrong, let me know and I will modify the post. Karza did come back, right? Our main goal with Allanan is to get aid to return to our time, right? Am I missing something critical? I don't know the details about the person we were saving and who had to wield the sword and such, so I could not comment on that. Maybe that is good, because Lothor would spill it all if need be.
Posted on 2015-09-10 at 23:15:16.
Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: When the strong silent type speak up
Lothor stood slowly – he was old enough that his knees hurt more than he liked to admit. Veteran was the complementary term.
Lothor was not used to talking for his life. Yet he would give it his all. From the beginning he had believed the spell-caster must be Allanan. When he had taken a knee he had gambled not just his own life, but the lives of everyone in the party. The man’s response, while still without a name, added credence to that belief, for both Rayne and Lothor yet lived. At least for a little while.
As he stood Lothor did not need to consider how much to say and how much to keep hidden. He had pondered the nature of time travel as he flew towards the sword’s hiding place. He knew others in the party were smarter than he, so he was frequently willing to be guided by their wisdom. But in this their grave concern seemed excessive. He understood, or at least he thought he did, the need to avoid “changing the future.” But if they weren’t supposed to be in the past and could ruin things just by being here, it was already much too late. They had already done things. They had saved a life. They had altered lives, conversations, meals, the distribution of goods, and the paths of dragons. And that was just the start. They had even paraded around a race that didn’t even exist yet and now intended to alter that behavior of perhaps the most important figure in history. In this context, what did it mean to “change history?” Not that they should seek to change it. No, that might be unwise. They could try to avoid changing things too much. But it didn’t seem to warrant the near panic he sensed in his companions. They were here. It was too late to change that. History had allowed their presence in the past. The best thing to do would be to NOT be here. Anything that got them out of this time would almost certainly have a smaller impact than their continued presence – even just the presence of their gear and corpses. And it wasn’t as if his companions were experts in time travel – if they were, things would be much easier. No, they seemed to be guessing as much as he.
These thoughts did not cross his mind as he stood, for he had already worked his way down this path of thought previously. Having already reached the conclusion that the primary concern was help, as he stood the thought that crossed his mind was a simple one – tell Allanan as much as you had to in order to gain his assistance. If he had to spill every bean in his pod it would be worth it. Hide nothing, conceal nothing. The mage would likely know anyway.
And so the big warrior stood and spoke.
“Allanan. We are not of this time. Have you ever seen such as this Halfling?” Here he indicated the little Ulthok. “His is of a race that does not yet exist here. How would we have known where to come? How would we know what is here? What you do?” Here the big warrior paused, to take a breath. “We have made no threatening moves. We arrived in the open, not in secret. Both Rayne and I have offered no resistance. We are no threat.”
He paused for breath. “No threat at all. We come asking aid. We also fight Karza. You know he is not dead. You destroyed his physical form, but not him. He came back. You must know this is possible. We were opposing him. Somehow, at a critical juncture, we were catapulted back to Drimmen Dreve – a name that is legend in our time. We need to return. We don’t know what happened. We don’t know how the battle goes. We do know we were in the middle of a critical quest. Karza must be stopped in our time as you stopped him now, here.” Lothor breathed deep again and continued.
“Look at me. I am a warrior. Getting back to my own time is beyond me. My companions are more skilled than I in many things, yet not in this. We come to the one who might be able to help us. We come to someone who would do what needs to be done to stop Karza. We come to one who opposes chaos. We cannot do this on our own. We need your help. We need you to aid in the fight against Karza once more. Please. Not for us, for everyone in the future. Is it in your power to help us return? Will you help us?”
Posted on 2015-09-10 at 23:10:23.
Topic: Urban D&D Game
I am interested - never done an urban game. However, I know it would take me a few days to get a character up and running. I think I have seen three committed so far.
Posted on 2015-09-10 at 20:18:38.
Topic: Tann’s NFL U Pick em Game 2015
Subject: A Vikings fan needs a reason
What the heck, my normal group fizzled this year. Should I say always the Vikings and never the Pack? That might be a good way to lose. The pack might win 2-3.
Indianapolis Colts at Buffalo Bills - Buffalo wins
Green Bay Packers at Chicago Bears - Packers win Sigh...
Kansas City Chiefs at Houston Texans - Kansas City
Carolina Panthers at Jacksonville Jaguars - Carolina
Cleveland Browns at New York Jets -- Cleveland. Did I just pick Cleveland???
Seattle Seahawks at St. Louis Rams - Seattle
Miami Dolphins at Washington Redskins - Washington
New Orleans Saints at Arizona Cardinals - Arizona
Detroit Lions at San Diego Chargers - San Diego
Baltimore Ravens at Denver Broncos - Denver
Cincinnati Bengals at Oakland Raiders - Cincinnati
Tennessee Titans at Tampa Bay Buccaneers - Tampa
New York Giants at Dallas Cowboys - NYG
Philadelphia Eagles at Atlanta Falcons - Philly
Minnesota Vikings at San Francisco 49ers - Vikings!!!
Posted on 2015-09-10 at 19:31:33.
Topic: Weird War II
Subject: How to silence a zombie
Corban moved up the steps behind everyone and took his place at the top. He held a position behind the pillars and kept his eyes and his scope trained on the ground outside. The captain had put him as the rear guard and he had no intention of allowing anything living or dead to come at them from that direction. At least not without warning.
But he listened carefully as he heard the others almost silently describe what they saw. Did they need to go in after the zombies? The others seemed fairly certain that was what they were. Surely the zombies weren't in league with the Nazis. The evidence of gunfire and dead Germans seemed proof of that.
He tried to remember the shamblers in the desert. Had they made any noise? He didn't think so. Did that mean they could be dealt with silently? What would happen if one of the team showed themselves, would the zombies follow them out where they could be bludgeoned quietly? Or would they sound an alarm. Somehow he didn't think so. Would anyone be in there to see them go if they did charge out? Were they temple guards that would not leave their post? Would this be true of newly minted zombies? Corban was willing to bet some of them would be wearing a swastika. If they did go in, would they still be silent and bludgeonable? (If bludgeonable isn't a word he thought, it ought to be!)
As he pondered the behavior of zombies and the intricacies of the English language, Corban held his post and watched the ground outside. He had musings, but no plan. Which was ok, as he wasn't the plan maker on the team. He quietly held his post and waited for his commanding officer to whisper.
Posted on 2015-09-09 at 18:04:52.
Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Again
Subject: A magic not meant for a mage...or maybe not
Jarenion moved quickly into the side passage as the healers attempted to save those burning in the blackflames. He cast his mind over his own spellbook wondering if perhaps a mage could do what the healers could not. This was likely not his fight.
Still, he needed to do whatever he could. If this fire was not a disease and could not be healed, then perhaps a mage was what was needed. So he readied a simple "dispel magic" spell. He'd let the healers do their thing first as it seemed the best chance at success. But if they failed or had no options, he would try dispel magic. It just might work. And perhaps he had another bullet in his arsenal as well. Maybe. Maybe.
They needed something to work.
Posted on 2015-09-09 at 17:49:07.
Edited on 2015-09-14 at 19:07:51 by Nomad D2
Topic: Trilogy War Q/A
Subject: Withstanding the test of time
First, I really don't think it is coaching if you are just helping me understand what Lothor was there for, but I as the player, was not.
Second, is there a specific in-game reason we are so worried about changing history, or is it more of a personal interpretation of how time travel works? Do you know it is a problem? Should Lothor know? (See comment #1 above.) Because I was going to role play Lothor as if he didn't think it was a big deal. Not that he would deliberately change things or do "big things," but that he thought all of this panic over time was a waste. They were there, it was a fact. They had already done things, that is a fact. They would continue to change things, that was a fact. Even dying to avoid change would fill the mouths of dung beetles. And changing the plans of an arch-mage and the history of a weapon of ultimate evil? A big fact. don't try to change big things, but don't freak out about it.
Lothor would be for saying more, not less, unless there was a concrete in-game reason he should know about.
Posted on 2015-09-08 at 17:31:13.
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