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Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins
Subject: Marching through the woods


Heironymus was willing to take a lead postion if that was what the others wanted. He wasn't really a weaponsmith, but he did have better armor than the others, for whatever that was worth. But he wasn't sure about marching in a T formation through a forest.

As they marched he attempted to ignore the details of the trip. There wasn't much to think about anyway. At this point they simply needed to put some miles behind them and see what they found. He did attempt to seek out the other book worm in the group to see what information could be gleaned from the book. He was so new to this world, he doubted if most of it would make much sense to him. He didn't try to share the book for now, as his companion seemed engrossed and anxious to read, but he did ask to be allowed to see the book whenever he had finished with it.

Information was one form of power, but it was a form they were very short on at the moment. Come to that, they were a bit short on all forms of power at the moment. Best not think about that right now. Keep marching.

Posted on 2011-03-22 at 02:34:48.

Topic: Weird War II
Subject: Covering Brutal


As the guard fell to the ground, Corban felt a touch of satisfaction at a job well done. But he also hoped that his fellows had done their job as well.

At a glance he sized up the action - two down and two to go. The Bigmouth had headed around the building to get the missing guard. Corban took it as his job to cover him. He lined up his sights on the corner of the building where the guard had sought cover, prepared to shoot as soon as he had a target that was clearly not one of his allies. As the guard was shooting at the car, he had his target and fired off a couple of shots. Take that Brutal he thought, you'll just find a corpse when you circle the building. As he lined up his shot he backed slowly around the car (if needed,unless the car is already providing cover, in which case he simply goes down on one knee to leave less of himself exposed, but to still allow a good target) for a little cover.

Posted on 2011-03-22 at 02:27:56.

Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: Positions?


Sorry about the delay. I posted some questions above requesting information on the positions. I was waiting for a response before I post. Guess I'll post now.

Posted on 2011-03-22 at 02:20:00.

Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: Position clarification


Ok, the sniper needs some clarification. He is standing next to the car - on which side? The prone guard is on the right side of the car - the same side as Corban or the opposite? The guardhouse - it would be off to the side of the road I assume. Is it on the same side of the road as Corban or the opposite? (In other words, would the car provide some cover from the guardhouse, or will Corban have to circle around the vehicle to get cover from the guardhouse. Same question about the prone guard.)

Posted on 2011-03-14 at 23:34:03.

Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins / Q&A
Subject: And so the group is ready to go.


Ok, for clarification - who exactly is in this group at this point? I'm honestly not quite sure how many people we picked up. 4 in the jail. Plus Gronz. Plus the lady whose name I can't remember at the moment. 6 total? What do we (Or Heironymus) know about them?

Heironymus is more than willing to share info with others. He was very irritated with Vorlance (and still is) but that is not his normal personality.

We also need a marching order, and I really don't know enough about everyone in the group to make a suggestion.

Posted on 2011-03-14 at 23:28:38.

Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: Cover and ageneral question


If the sniper can pull his rifle up and fire without having to step out of the car, he would do so and take advantage of the partial cover.

Also, What is usual timing of postings for this game? People are posting so I am not complaining, but I have had quite a few games disappear on me in my time at the Inn so I get nervous. I don't see any reason to be nervous here, but knowing that "every week or so" or something like that was typical would let me know what to expect.

FYI - beginning Thursday afternoon I probably won't have computer access until Monday evening. If it mattered within that time frame, Corban would shoot at the guy runnng away, then turn on which ever of the remaining guards was still standing.

Posted on 2011-03-10 at 02:01:48.

Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins
Subject: And they are off


***It had been previously noted that Heironymus would ask for any materials that were available. he is asking again here in case that was missed. If there was simply nothing else to offer, and he would have had a response - ignore that part of the conversation.***

Every time their host opened his mouth he dropped further in Hieronymus' opinion. The latest foolishness was to offer only slightly veiled insults when the cleric had started to ask questions. Heironymus had assumed that once they had decided to join this mysterious adventure that the next step would be to sit down and discuss options. If Vorlance truly did not know the best way to approach the cult that was fine (Although it was a bit strange that he would have nothing to say on the matter - he seemed to be an expert at saying nothing.) - but to rudly suggest that it was up to them to figure it out was less than unhelpful. Would not such questions be natural at the planning stage of any expedition? But no, questions were apparently not allowed.

At this point it appeared that their host and employer was either manipulating them for some reason beyond his stated purposes, or he simply had no skill at organization and management. Money and power did not mean a person had the skills to get the most out of people and situations. And Vorlance certainly was offering nothing.

The cleric desired to simply ignore their host, but regardless of however foolishly Vorlance might react to them, some questions needed to be asked. "You mentioned some reading material? I would appreciate the chance to read anything you think might be of assistance."

Heironymus will gladly accept whatever is offered. (Are these books meant to be read here or taken with?) Once the group is alone he notes that "Once whatever material we have to read here has been consumed, we might as well hit the road."

Posted on 2011-03-07 at 03:36:42.

Topic: Weird War II
Subject: A sniper'sjob is the distance shot.


(I'm assuming to get a shot with a rifle requires stepping out of the car. If not, Corban would take the fastest two shots he can get on the fleeing guard, hoping his comrades can do their bit on the close ones.)

"Amerikaners! Amerikaners!"

And with that quick shout all hell broke lose, as was typical in combat. Corban had been keeping his eyes on the guards and picking his target before anything happened, so he already knew that as the best shot it would be his duty to take down the fleeing guard.

Before the guard had finished the first verse of "Amerikaners!" the private was stepping out of the car and pulling his rifle up to site on the fleeing guard. With practiced ease he pulled the trigger . . .

Posted on 2011-03-03 at 02:27:59.

Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins
Subject: Cults and the actions to take in their presence.


"Well, tthe academics can define the word 'cult' however they wish, but when most people use the word they do not mean positive things. Probably that is because these groups are, by definition even, not their church. Still, it doesn't require an organized faith to make the label bad - it is the word most people use for a faith they view in a negative light."

"But I think we are wasting time with the meaning of the word - I don't think that is really an issue for any of us. For however we label them, our goal is apparently to get information from these groups. Since we obviously lack much information at this point, do you have any suggestions how this is to be done?"

Posted on 2011-03-02 at 04:23:33.

Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: Not?


I'll assume for the moment that the last post was supposed to say "would NOT." Assuming then that the rifle is in his hands or right there he will make use of the sniper rifle. I am assuming that he will aim at the fleeing guard. Speak up folks if you want a different plan!

Posted on 2011-03-02 at 01:40:04.

Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins
Subject: Begrudgingly agreeing to something


"It is true, there is little that you could do to earn our complete trust. And yet, there are many things that could be offered that might at least give us a reason to lean one way or the other." After a moments pause, the cleric continued, "But even so, I will join and see if you prove worthy of our trust."

After the mans's speech about the quest for the cult Heironymus will again sit back and let others ask questions first if they have any. At some point if the conversation lags he will ask about the cult.

"The word 'cult' carries a lot of negative weight. What do we know about these worshippers of the Twilight Dragon? My question stems from the variable nature of the Dragon itself - if the dragon is such a chaotic creature, yet also lawful at the same time, what does that say about it's servants? Do you have in mind that we go to this cult and politely ask questions? Or are we to go in and let the blood flow? Shedding blood is never my first choice, and only acceptable against certain foes under certain circumstances. From your description, the worshippers of this beast seem at least as likely to be good as evil. Who or what are they?"

**At some point he will ask about further sources of information. I assume at this point the various books will be made available to them. Heironymus will certainly read anything given to him - taking time to look closely at the author of each piece.

Posted on 2011-03-02 at 01:36:46.

Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins / Q&A
Subject: On trust, information and fervor.


#$$$%%^%!!!! Computers!!! I just typed a lengthy note, and it disappeared on me. Sorry for the editorial, but it was rather annoying.

Anyway, that was much more fervor than Heironymus showed at lunch. When I am roleplaying him I really don’t see him as mistrustful at all. If this were real life with a complete and total lack of any evidence and a complete and total lack of any information about what was being asked of them – there is no chance that I would go. Given that, asking a second time doesn’t seem odd. Because honestly, I would walk away. It isn’t mistrustful – there is nothing here to trust or not trust.

As for lunch, the cleric was waiting until the very end of lunch to speak. He wanted to be the last to speak. He did have a bit of fervor at breakfast and is now going to sit back and let others speak. Only at the end was he going to ask one last time – very calmly –for some hint of information upon which to base his decision. Presumably he will join anyway, despite his better judgement - because he feels he has no choice. Not because there is a world to save. He would save the world if he thought that were at issue, but how would he know?


Posted on 2011-02-28 at 03:21:28.
Edited on 2011-02-28 at 03:22:10 by Nomad D2

Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: See, this is why you shoot from afar!


I was also thinking Corban might go for the fleeing guy. But I think an earlier post had him holding a pistol on the Doc. If not, he would certainly prefer his sniper rifle.

Posted on 2011-02-28 at 02:57:26.

Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins
Subject: A cleric ponders his options


As the group reassembled for lunch, Heironymus was not much happier than he had been when he left breakfast. The situation he found himself in was ridiculous. He was expected to commit himself to a mission about which he knew almost nothing. He didn’t even have anything but the admittedly untrustworthy word of one man that there was even a problem. And yet, if he committed he would almost assuredly not be allowed to leave later once he had learned the plan. But if he refused and walked out now, he had been warned that there would be punishment if he talked to the wrong person – and he didn’t even know what would be the wrong thing to say or who might be the wrong people to say it to.

So the cleric felt trapped. He wanted to just walk away, but he doubted he would really be allowed to do so. So he as he sat down to eat he was fairly resigned to this new campaign, whatever it might be.

Did he think the world was truly in danger? Who knew? Possibly. Such things were actually pretty unlikely, but if history and myth were to be believed at all it was possible. But who really knew? For all he knew they were going to be used to overthrow a ruler somewhere.

So as he sat down to eat the cleric resolved to sit back and listen. He would hear if anyone else had anything to say. He would enjoy the good food. But he would simply listen. In the end if a decision was demanded he assumed he would probably agree, not because he believed in this mission, but because he felt he had little choice. But before doing so, he would some very basic questions: “Can you give us any reason to believe you? Is there any shred of evidence that this tale of global destruction is true? I’m not asking for all of your secret plans, but simply a reason, any reason, to believe any of this.”

Presumably, whatever the answer, he would feel compelled to answer. But he remained in a foul mood.

**I will be away from a computer until Sunday night, so no further posts are likely until then.


Posted on 2011-02-24 at 21:54:34.

Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: Post up


Ok, the kid is now up to date with his posts. He needs others to lead the action at this point.

And of course we can trust our Doc . . . but mcGuiness still doesn't want to get shot, no matter who the medic is!

And a question - as we head INTO Castle Rautenberg - anyone else notice that the title of the game is "ESCAPE FROM Castle Rautenberg?" We seem to be going the wrong direction! Perhaps a bit of foreshadowing?

Posted on 2011-02-20 at 03:51:20.

Topic: Weird War II
Subject: From the eagles nest to right in the thick of it.


As the car rapidly approached the Nazi checkpoint, young Corban McGuiness couldn't help but notice that this was not the sniper way. He would have preferred to hang out in one of the buildings in the town and pick these fool guards off one-by-one. But Pop had always said that in the marines, sometimes you had to fly by the seat of your pants. Or drive by them. Something like that. At any rate it was too late to worry about other options.

The seargant told him to hold his gun on the "captive" Doc. What, he didn't know the plan?

But he did as asked and prepared to give the guards his best steely gaze. As they approached he noted where each of the four guards were stationing themselves. He also kept an eye on the guard house in case any additional enemies revealed themselves. Always know your enemy if you can, he thought.

As he sized up the enemy he waited for events to play themselves out. He was just along for the ride until the shooting started. IF the shooting started, he reminded himself.

Posted on 2011-02-20 at 03:48:11.

Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins
Subject: Ethics, books and a wait


The other members of the group spoke in their turn. It seemed likely that most would sign up for this mystery mission. The cleric admitted to himself he probably would as well, but more because he felt he was being given little choice than out of any real sense that it was the right thing to do. At this point he had no evidence that his host was the "good guy."

"If our host is to be believed, it would seem that this Twilight Dragon will be an ethical wildcard. I am more curious about the alignment of those trying to release this beast - and of those whould have us stop this plan. Destroying the world is a motivation that works well in old tales, but few would actually wish to do it. Even those who are evil would not wish to destroy everything, for what then would they rule? No, while the beast may be a wildcard who could destroy the world, those who would release him have a goal for this world. They must think they can control it."

"And all of that assumes there was some truth in what our dear host has said. But as his words are what we have to go on, I believe Quarlin has the correct idea. We need information. I would wish it to be information free of our host, but as all we have to draw on at the moment is his own library, I guess we should make due with that we have."

Feeling as though he had made more than enough speeches for the day, the cleric grabbed a piece of fruit and headed for the door. "I think I shall also head to the library and see if there is anything of use to be learned."

(As stated, Heironymus will head to the library. In particular he will be looking for ancient stories that might link to the tale told by their host. He will also keep his eye out for some link between the stuff he read the previous night and any stories about this new/old threat.)

Posted on 2011-02-20 at 03:33:46.

Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: Backpost was easy


Well, the backpost was easy. Mix a little honorable son in with sniper mentality and there you go. I'll get something up for the current situation soon. I was hoping to wait for another post or two to have something to play off of as I ease into the game.

And thanks for the welcome everyone.

Odyson - it does stink that it looks like the Crusader game is dead. Hopefully Nazi's can take the place of orcs. Kind of similar anyway, arent't they?

Posted on 2011-02-19 at 21:52:30.

Topic: Weird War II
Subject: Backstory at the cabin - A sniper in a tree


McGuiness scrambled up a tree not far from the cabin with the screaming woman inside. Typical, he thought to himself. Nothing since he had come on this crazy mission had gone according to plan. SANFU *Situation-Normal-All-F#$%#$@-Up* That was the expression Pop loved. From the attack on the plane onward it was all pure military. SNAFU.

Oh well, he thought as settled into the branches. There was a job to do and it was their job to do. That is what marines did. And his part of that job was to line up his sights on the door of the cabin. He scanned through his scope and attempted to see if there was any immediate danger.

Before he had finished thoroughly checking the area he saw Romo stand up and approach the door. S$%#!! He screamed silently to himself! What is that idiot doing?! He heard him call out to the cabin in German. In disbelief the sniper held his aim on the door. He would be ready to plug a hole in anything that came out of the door. But what was the stupid sergeant doing?! If there was anything a sniper knew it was that you didn’t reveal your location until you knew everything that could be learned about your surroundings. They hadn’t scouted around yet! That damn fool of a sergeant had no idea how many people were in the cabin! Why would you ever expose yourself in the open like that when you didn’t even know what you were up against! Stupid! He admired the man’s bravery, and valued his language skills, but his assessment of the man went down a notch. Or two.

As he kept his sights lined up on the door he hoped the Sarge’s rash actions wouldn’t get them all killed.

A moment later the door opened and an angry Nazi officer stepped into the light. McGuiness could see him reaching for his sidearm to shoot the annoying visitor. McGuiness began to gradually squeeze the trigger when an arrow head suddenly blossomed out of the front of the Nazi’s throat. As the sniper released the pressure on the trigger the man collapsed to the ground.

# of Nazis killed by the unit on the mission so far: 1
At least that brought a smile.

He didn’t take his aim off of the door. Anything could come through that door at a moment’s notice. But while he held his aim he couldn’t help but think, “Damn! We needed that uniform! I’d have hit him in the head! Amateurs!”

He kept his aim on the door until the others moved inside and confirmed no more enemies within. He then started to scan the entire yard. He kept a watch everywhere, using the scope to try and sight down the road and past the various buildings. If anything was out there, he wanted to know about it.

While he scanned he continued to complain silently to himself about the Sarge’s rash behavior. “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure,” Pop always said. Which meant prevent yourself from getting shot! Don’t stand up in the open when you don’t know who is out there! A pound of cure would be mighty hard to come by around here. Sure, they had the Doc with them, and that was good. He liked Doc. But honestly, what could the guy do for a bullet wound here? Best not get shot in the first place. Which to Corban McGuiness meant not standing up in front of an unknown number of enemies!

The surprising thing was that he might have expected it of Brutal. The man was tough, but seemed to lack any sort of subtlety. Charging in like a bull in a China shop seemed like his sort of thing. Then again, he was still alive as a combat veteran, so maybe not. But the Sarge? He hadn’t expected rash behavior from him. Well, they had gotten lucky this time.

He continued to keep his eye on things from his perch in the tree until called for.


Posted on 2011-02-18 at 12:52:20.

Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: A mouthy private?


Sure I read the posts. A mysteriously broken firing pin is not the same thing as talking back to a higher ranking officer. Generally letting those officers guide the action while you get a feel for mess you have gotten yourself into is not the same as letting them make dumb decisions that could get you killed.

We'll see how it plays out . . .

Posted on 2011-02-14 at 12:44:49.

Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: Happy to be joining the fray


I have never played a game of this nature, but reading the thread so far it looks interesting. Expect the private to act like a private for awhile (deference to his senior officers) while I get the feel of things. I think honoring superior officers fits his background anyway. Probably.

Nomad

Posted on 2011-02-14 at 02:55:33.

Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins
Subject: What was the point of that!?


As the man at the head of the table spoke of Heironymus' mysterious and sudden arrival in this world, a knot formed in the cleric's stomach. That mystery had continued to hang over his head, only momentarily forgotten while more immediate needs pressed. He had wondered if this individual had played a role in his arrival - and now it seemed to be confirmed. Or, at least, those he served knew of it.

He hated being a puppet. Even of his own god. He served from devotion, not because he must. Free will was a part of the equation. He CHOSE to serve. He could CHOOSE not to. That is what made his service meaningful. But again the puppet strings tugged. And he hated it.

And calling it destiny did not help. Heironymus believed in many things, but destiny was not among them. You made your own destiny. Even the gods could not completely determine fate. He didn't believe his thoughts were blasphemous, just a statement of fact. His own god had to contend with the counter wishes of other divine forces. Life could be influenced by all such powerful forces, but not determined. So don't feed him any crap about destiny!

All of these thoughts raced through the clerics mind as the speaker walked out. They were all reflections of arguments he had had with himself many times previously. When their host had left, Heironymus broke the silence. "Well, that was extremely helpful!" Without a doubt everyone at the table could feel the sarcasm in the statement as he made no attempt to hide his disgust.

"So," he said, looking around the table, "we are to save the world. It sounds like an honorable task, if we had any clue just what in the Moons is being asked of us. Just think, this group of mysteriously talented people gets to decide if they want to save the world from a mysterious threat, using some yet mysterious method all based on the word of a mysterious man in service to yet more mysterous forces. I don't know about you, but I feel very informed by that little speech!"

The angered cleric spat out the last words. He started to reach for his drink again, but paused just as he was about to drink and fired off one more line. "And the mysterious source is good with threats as well - should you somehow say something, about what you don't know about, to someone whose identity you don't know, there will be trouble!"

He leaned back in his chair, finished his sip, and muttered,"unbelievable!" under his breath. Ever since he had arrived in this land he been buffeted by one unknown force after another. It was getting very old. But what was there to do? For now he would sit back and let the others around the table speak. His outburst certainly let them know how he was feeling. But it didn't say anything about the decision that surely lay ahead.

Posted on 2011-02-14 at 02:49:35.
Edited on 2011-02-14 at 02:50:36 by Nomad D2

Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins
Subject: Questions continue


"No doubt your network is vast, but if what you say is true, there is a significant difference between leading a small band of desperate escapees through the woods and finding out the secrets of those who can free gods. The ability to do one, does not say anything about the other."

"But those comments also, lead to one of my questions - if this thing locked ITSELF away, as you said, than what do you expect it to do when liberated? Might it not simply lock itself back in? Or is there reason to fear that these others might be able to control it?"

"And since you brought up the issue of how easy it has been to lead us around - that is hardly a statement about our strength. So, simply put, why us? If this is so important, would it not be wise to bend your full resources to the task?"

When he finished the Heironymus poured himself another glass of juice and claimed another pastry. There were many questions to ask, although he suspected most would remain unanswered.

Posted on 2011-02-13 at 23:55:54.

Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins
Subject: Heironymus - a man of many questions, a few of which get asked


“The Twilight Dragon? Should I know what that is?”

“Well, anyway, we obviously have many questions. At least I know I do. Where to start? A barrage of questions, while tempting, would probably not be productive.”

Pausing for a drink, Heironymus continued. “So I guess, we begin with the basics. First, although you don’t know who is responsible, surely you have an idea of why someone would want to release this thing? Second, if it sealed itself away, why would it want to escape?”


Posted on 2011-02-12 at 01:44:08.

Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins
Subject: Heironymus . . . a not yet informative meal


Heironymus enjoyed the meal. One thing he had learned in the past was to take advantage of agood meal when he got the chance. And this spread was certainly a good meal. Andhe liked the view. Surveying the forest was quite a pleasant view. Not dramatic perhaps, but almost pastoral. After the last few weeks, he could do with something pastoral.

After the speech by the master of the house, Heironymus had to admire the man. At least he appreciated his honesty - there was indeed no reason to believe him. Still, admitting the obvious did not mean he was honest, simply a good negotiator.

After the elf in the tunnels was spoken of, the cleric tilted his head slightly, and pondered the meaning of the words.

"So, you know of the dark elf? No surprise, I suppose, as I suspect we have you to thank for our escape."

He paused to take a drink of the fruit juice in his glass. "I can honestly say that I would love to walk away from all of this. But where would we go? After a jail break, I doubt very much that only one of us is hunted."

After another sip he continued. "But thankfully we sit here with someone who obviously wants us to know that he is a man with many answers. I am curious about what you know, but no doubt you will tell us in your own time. For now, tell us about this offer of yours. I have had few free choices since I arrived in this area, let us hear what choices we all might make now."

Posted on 2011-02-11 at 02:56:29.

 


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