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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: planning

I hope to post to VOR tonight. So if you could get your post up before then Lyskhala, I would appreciate it. Otherwise I NPC you, which often leads to nudity and wild behaviour.

Posted on 2007-02-13 at 18:56:01.

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: Keep fighting

Boosted by his initial success, Magma turns his attention and axe to the dead-undead creatures that are attacking his friends. "Come! Fight me you gossamer demons or the gem! You may outnumber us by 10, but I'll slay the lot of you before I fall!"

ooc: What else is there? Attack!

Posted on 2007-02-09 at 16:49:38.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Silver Screen Moment - Enter the Phoenix

The door to the office read “Sterling Phoenix – Chief Custodial Engineer”. Deep in the bowels of a Blue Sun Corporation megaplex, this wasn’t the office of an ordinary janitor. If anyone were to walk in expecting such, they would soon be surprised by the luxurious furniture, the huge oak deck and the state of the art security feeds and cortex box. Many great cime lords had a base of operations. Niskai had his space station, Dwain had his floating plantation on Bellerophon, and Sterling had his office that few knew about.

It wasn’t always the way of his life. Sterling had once been a Captain fighting on the independence side of the war – the losing side as it were. He lost a lot in the war, Friends, family, his arm, and eye on the left side. But the death of his parents and baby sister always hung on Sterling like a lead weight he carried around. Died in the firebombing of Athens by the “heroes” of the alliance, or so the media called them. There had been five young pilots smiling prettily after they burned his home and family beyond recognition.

But that was the past, and today was the future. Using contacts he made during the war to ‘appropriate” supplies, Sterling had done well for himself. Quite well actually, starting with stolen goods and moving into drugs, smuggling and unsavory goods. It didn’t bother him, let the spoiled kids of the stuck up alliance die of OD’s or killing each other with illegal weapons. He made a profit, and money solved a lot of problems. His left eye and arm were replaced with the best that money could buy, making him better than he was before - better, stronger, faster – or so the doctors said. Then there was the four of the “hero’ pilots that the news people lauded in their feeds and articles were now all dead. One by one, at the hands of Sterling, he killed them. One of them died in the war before he could get his hands on him, but the other four paid dearly.

Or so he thought.

Sterling stood behind the man called Snake as he viewed the screenshot on the security screen. Snake was a master tracker in the verse. He could find people with the smallest of clues and Sterling had used his skills before. He liked Snake because he was dependable, reliable and up front about what he’d do and not do. Sterling appreciated honesty.

“What am I looking at?” Snake asked.

Sterling pointed at screen with an artificial finger. The image on screen was of a group of people moving past a camera. Three men and a woman. Only one of the three was a clear face shot, a man with a cloth wrapped around his head, and a determined look in his eye. “That man there. I want you to find him.” Sterling said pointing at man with the headwrap.

“Who is he?”

Sterling pulled open a draw in his desk. There he drew out a hardcopy of a news clipping, many years old. “Heroes of a Glorious Victory” the headlines read and there were five young pilots beaming smiles at the camera. Four of the faces had red X’s through then. Sterling pointed at the one that did not.

“Oh!” Snake said as he examined the photo and compared it to the screen. “Yeah, could be the same man. Could be not as well.”

“Find him and I’ll deal with that.”

“Sure boss.” Snake shrugged noncommittally, “Where was this taken?”

“Best that you don’t want to know.”

Snakes laughed, “Boss, listen. I appreciate what you do and how you prefer to keep things to yourself. But the more I know, the more you get – it’s that simple. I have done work for you, and I haven’t heard a complaint yet, or a question of my word. What you say stays with me. But you want to play “I love a mystery” and I can’t guarantee results”

Sterling smiled, “Right. Desert side of Bellerophon. Some Chwen (fools) tried to swindle me out of merchandise. I took care of them, but didn’t recover the goods. After the deed was done, these people showed up. I was gonna detonate the whole place, but then this image grabbed my attention. So … can you find him?”

Snake scrolled the image back to look around. “That’s a ship in the background – a transport. Looks like an emblem with an “R” on it.” He continued to work, increasing the image, decreasing back and forth. “Probably a Firefly or a Dragonfly, judging by the thrusters.”

“That narrows it down.” Sterling nodded approvingly.

Snake laughed outloud, “Not really boss. You know how many Firefly’s there are in the verse? I ain’t talking the unregistered ones either.” He zoomed in on the ship, closer and closer, enhancing the image as he went. “Bingo!”

“Got something?”

“Someone. Another person in the shot, but in the back. All you can see is her face.”

“I only care about the guy.”

“You care about her. Look!” Snake leaned back away from the blown up image. "Look how she is dressed, the hair and the eyes. She is a Companion."

“What’s a Companion doing on a transport ship?”

“Don’t know. Since she didn’t join them, maybe a passenger. Either way, she’s the ticket.”

“How so?”

“Companions are easier to find than flies than on a dead man. The guild tracks all movement, all transactions. If I can find her, I can find your guy.”

Sterling smiled and pressed his fingers together under his chin, “Excellent. Do your work, keep me posted and when you find him, tell me and only me.”

“Gotcha Boss.”

Posted on 2007-02-09 at 16:39:56.
Edited on 2007-02-09 at 16:43:19 by Alacrity

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: email attack

You all know Olan's email, so you could send him a ping and remind him we need Arien's reaction. He apparently has me in the junk filter now.

Posted on 2007-02-08 at 18:05:38.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Not that much of an ogre

I would assume that you are carrying some form of comm unit whenever you leave the ship, unless you say otherwise. It doesn't make sense, and as a group that has been around the planet a few times - you don't want to be caught unaware.

You also know that calling Trish is a one-sided conversation.

Posted on 2007-02-08 at 18:04:07.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Olan

Olan is busy with RL right now. I hope he can post soon. Otherwise I will have to think of the most unwise thing to do and NPC him.

I'm thinking, grab sword, put on armour, charge Keep through the front door. Asking "Where's Alloryn?" to each and every person he meets and killing them as they don't answer fast enough. Rest of party follows in behind surveying the carnage and muttering to each other, "remind me not to get Arien mad at me."

Actually, most unwise would be same as above but forget the armour.

"Captain! We are being attack by a mad naked man with a flaming sword!"

Posted on 2007-02-07 at 21:16:28.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: PG thing

Now you see, both Beth and I assumed you were after one thing. As to what to post, if you had other intentions, please go for it. The "private" room in the back is a basic drywalled 5 x5 room with a wooden frame bed and a very stained mattress. This ain't no Hilton, although it may remind you of Paris.

As to shopping or restaurants, yes definitely. You will have a low chance of knowing where though, but you do know that Willow seems to knows every "fancy" (read - clean tables and napkins - oh my)place in the verse. You could always ask her.

BTW - should we put in time index like we did in Star Trek? Just to keep the when's and where's flowing? It is mid afternoon right now in the game.

As to PG and translations, there are always options like Hump, ruttin and if all else fails asterisks. What I meant with the PG reference was I am not writing in sex scenes. If sex be having, we are cutting to the train entering the tunnel. Get me?

Posted on 2007-02-05 at 17:00:49.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I had thought about that

First off, you do not have to use chinese if you don't want to. It does add flavour but some of us are geeking out on it. Let's face it, we all wanted a secret language when we were younger so our parents wouldn't know what we were talking about (not that they did when we spoke english).

Cathy asked the same of me, and I have been translating verbally to her. I wasn't going to at first because in the TV show and the movie, no translations are given. However, you have body language to view.

So I will translate from here on and ask others to do so. Remember that some times the translations are not "perfect" and may seem a bit funny.

Note - I added translations to my last post

Posted on 2007-02-05 at 14:41:34.
Edited on 2007-02-05 at 15:07:40 by Alacrity

Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Multi-pass

To quote Corbin Dallas in the Fifth Element:

"Lady, I only speak two languages. English and Bad English"

Posted on 2007-02-05 at 11:44:42.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: The Killer report, brought to you by Planters

Adrian felt a wave of relief as Killer returned to the camp. Not that he wouldn’t have known if something had happened to the furry familiar, but the loss of his companion would have hurt him physically more than many would know.

The bond between familiar and mage was a special one. The ordinary woodland creature developed a far greater intelligence than its brethren, but also formed a telepathic communication between master and servant. But far greater intelligence for a rodent wasn’t saying much, and Killer did have a habit of getting distracted. The mage benefited from the bond as well, bettering his senses as per the servant’s strengths. To this day, Adrian could tell different kind of nuts by the mere smell of them.

To learn what Killer had seen, Adrian opened his mind to the chipmunk and saw what it saw, through its eyes. The perspective always took a moment to adjust to, but once done, Adrian could learn a bounty of information.

The walls of the Keep were crumbled and broken. Killer had run through these with ease. There were trees in the yard beyond the walls, but not the good ones that made nuts, although this one here was good for storing nuts and there was one over here that may have nuts, but not in season now, and wait a minute was that a nut, no it is a rock, and that is a nut, no it is a leaf.

Human! Scurry fast to a place to hide. Man with Blue mark on jacket, like a bird with a red mark on its wing but only the man doesn’t fly down and steal nuts. Big man. Scary man shouting. Another man with band of green comes running. Very scared. Green man comes too close, run to new hiding spot. Safe. Safe. No hunt. Men go inside.

Killer goes to the side way and climbs up the wall to a window. Looks in. More men. Lots of men in room. More than two. Sleeping. Hey, nuts! On the ledge. Killer moves to other side of ledge and eats the seedpods that had landed on the ledge. Mmmm seedpods…good day.

Scampering down to next window. There is a tree. Bad tree, no nuts. Up to window ledge, same men, no nuts. Around the bend and there is another window. Dirty, can’t see much.

Follow the walls. Warm here. Very warm. Door. No men. Another window. No men inside. Fire burns. Shiny things that men use to cook their nuts.

More trees! Good ones with many seedpods. Mmmmm Seedpods.

That was the total of Killer’s recon. The intrepid chipmunk managed to check out the west side of the two building before falling prey to the lure of delicious seedpods. But he had seen a Blue Guard. The Bodyguards of high ranking officials within the empire, Adrian knew that Blue guards were trained from a young age with a single weapon form of martial arts, and their motto was “We are the Shield”. Fanatically loyal, his presence meant someone within was a big shot within the empire.

DM’s note – Waiting for Arien’s reaction to the news before posting further

Posted on 2007-02-04 at 22:45:11.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Results

Wyatt - You sense that Griffith is being honest with you as to his intent. No doubt the debt that he owes you has hung on his conscience for awhile. (More on that in a upcoming email) You do not think he is trying to deceive you. Give yours a plot point for use of Superstitious.

Asher - Nice rolls. Take 2 plot points for the Extraordinary Success

Willow - Tough crowd. Minor success with Zee.

Dash - Damn that Coat check girl was hot. Now what was I thinking about again?

Kora - you didn't get far enough to draw your knife. You realize that your tattoo (branded comp) has scared this guy, and can use it to your advantage.

Posted on 2007-02-04 at 17:10:16.

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: Isn't this superbowl day?

Well this was exactly what the axe predicted, and like it or not, it happened. Magma took a fighting stance to the horde of ghostly creatures now facing him. “Well my new friend,” he said out loud to the axe in his hand, “Now we see just how useful you are.”

Magma didn’t take his eyes of the creatures but called out to his brethren, “Cor! This be you line of work, I think!”

Posted on 2007-02-04 at 17:00:42.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Moving along

Black Velvet if you please

Asher downed the rest of his mug and gave his full attention to Beth, “So… there maybe some place a bit more private we can continue our conversation? I think I’d like t’ get t’ know ya a might bit better.”

Despite her youth, Beth had been around the block enough to have developed a cynical view of the verse. Plenty of men have sweet talked her before and they always had one thing in mind, and she’d learn that if you have assets that people want, best make them pay in platinum.

But something about this Asher Kid stuck a chord deep inside Beth, where remained traces of the country girl that dreamed of a handsome farm hand to take her away from her Daddy’s drinking and her mom’s wandering. Maybe it was the pretty boy smile or that slow, honest style of talking. The Kid made her feel special in a single “wow”, like no man had in a long time.

“Well I think you need to check your coat Asher,” she said quietly, “And we shall see how much private we can muster.” With that she moved back to the coat check area, with a sultry glance behind to make sure Asher was following.

GM Note – This is a PG site. I am not writing details here, so let it go as Asher is about to have a very good time.

Meet Market

“ Rung Tse Fwo Tzoo Bao Yo Wuo Muhn! “ Willow gasped, her eyes and her free hand coming up to her mouth. “Kind sir, you must be mistaken,” she continued breathlessly, “ I’m no jien huo , please let me go.” Willow looked around her, looking for Kora, but making sure she gave her best “lost kitten” look to whoever in the crowd would make eye contact. As she looked back at her accoster, she shook herself slightly as if he was getting rougher with her. Her free hand continued up to her hair as if the motion was dislodging her veil, and she palmed the butterfly pin.

The crowds of this city had long developed a hard apathy to situations like this. Stick your nose into other people’s business and you were liable to get it cut off. So Willows looks to the crowd did nothing to draw a big damn hero, although some of her admirers from before were willing to sally up for front row seating.

Kora moved quickly, with intention to stop this man in his tracks. But a big man got in her way, stepping deliberately in front of her in a threaten manner. “Now don’t you be spoiling Zee’s fun. I can more than satisfy …” The man eyes fell upon the tattoo on Kora’s arm and he backed up a step, “Ai Yah Tien Ah.(Oh my god, we're in trouble)”

Willow brought her free hand down to rest tremblingly on his clenched hand as she looked at him beseechingly. “We can’t let my husband see you touching me. I’ll be beaten and you? “ A pretty little gasp of horror, ”I can’t be responsible for yet another man’s death!”

The drunk man smiled and loosed his grip a little, “You sure be pretty. I bet your Kai Tze (Boyfriend, master - derogatory)won’t mind sharing.”

“Zee!” The man standing near Kora shouted out, “We’s want to move on. Wei Shan Dohn Woo. (Big Danger)

Zee looked over at his brother, who shook his head furvourly. Then back at Willow, letting go of her arm. He seemed confused as he asked, “She’s your Kai Tze?”

When the dealin done

“Ai Yah Tien Ah Griff, but you’re paintin’ a pretty right nice. I mean, I’d have t’ be a Buhn Dahn t’ turn it down the way you painted it, but see? That’s what bothers me. Luck o’ Three’s on us here, Puhn Yoh. Got me a hold full o’ cargo I been stuck with rather unexpected like an’ then there’s the condition o’ Royale t’ figure in all this. What ever happened to yer ship’s yer business, but if it had to do with this run that yer offerin’ I’d sure like to know. After all, I got me an’ mine t’ look out fer.”.

“Them’s good figgers,” Dash added, burping the last word as he set his empty mug down on the table, “but, like the Cap says, we’re a’ready up ta our pi gu in bum luck, Grif. Way I see it, Regina’s about seven days out from here on hard burn, let alone runnin’ out ta this Hulawhore Mine to collect the cargo first. If we take a big damn nick on th’ cargo we a’ready got, we’ll be lucky ta get Roc enough fuel ta get off th’ ruttin’ dock…”

Grif shook his head, “You have always been a superstitious one. But I don’t cotton to the rule of threes or what fors and you know that. What happened to Royale was plain me being stupid.” He looked around, looking sheepish. “I’d tell you what happened, but frankly I don’t want to hear you two laughing at me for the next hour.” He leaned back and finished his beer, “You got cargo? That’s a hitch isn’t it? Can you dump it quickly and still make coin?”

(Assuming some evasive answer)

“Well as to fuel, I have to flush the entire system of Royale . I am running about half, but you are welcome to it cause it won’t keep otherwise. Prefer it known to me that you be using instead of some dock hander pocket. I’m trying to do right by you Wyatt. You helped me out when I was in a jam, and no Chwen (Fool, dope) was willing to give me the money. On top of all that, you let it slide until now, without so much as a wave. Lullabelle Mine is a two day hard burn if you angle it right, and it is between here and Regina as we speak. The comet is moving though, so you best be off by morning or it is gonna be a longer trip.”

GM Note – This is my interpretation. You run on hydrogen fuel cells. Once tapped into a system and removed, I am ruling they will slowly leak out all their hydrogen making them worthless. So Griffith is offering to give you the full cells from his ship – about 30 tons, shaving 150 credits off your dock fees. This may sound like a grand gesture, but frankly it isn’t. If he didn’t give it to you, then the dock handlers will siphon it off to sell or use on their own rigs. No one will admit to it, but ever space faring captain knows about it.

Posted on 2007-02-04 at 16:54:05.
Edited on 2007-02-05 at 15:06:26 by Alacrity

Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Here's a question for you all

Inspired by something Lyskhala said....

What book or series of books made you really like reading? Or inspired you the most?

The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant were my first series that brought me into the world of reading. It was so different compared to the umpteen LOTR copies at the time.

Most inspirational for me would be V for Vendetta, The Time Traveller's Wife, The Lovely Bones, A Tapestry of Magics, and The Torturer Series by Gene Wolfe (Offical title escapes me).

Posted on 2007-02-02 at 03:55:46.

Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Hurm


My wife calls me "Bear" and has since we were dating. Since I am big and cuddly like a huge stuffed bear.

My God-daughter calls me "Godpa Bear"

On the Inn I have the affectionate nickname of "Big Al". This came from a picture I shared with Olan of me with some co-workers. I was at the back, head and shoulder higher than all of them. (I'm 6'5")

Of course, "Alacrity Fitzhugh" comes from a Brian Daley novel, that I stole the name for a character I played briefly.

In one of the stores I managed way back when, all my staff were giving each other "spice girl" names, as they were all the rave back then. My spice girl name - "Old Spice".

Posted on 2007-01-31 at 21:17:15.

Topic: Name That Tune
Subject: know that one

Sting - Shape of My Heart

Posted on 2007-01-31 at 19:04:57.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: questions

Willow - Are you making attempt to influence the crowd or Influence/deceive your assailant? Or both?

Asher - You do not have skill in Influence/seduction . Do you want to attempt unskilled roll? Do you wish to use plot points? (which would suit your comp of Amorous)

Wyatt and Sam - Sensing motive or detecting whether Griffith is holding back? I need to check the skill sets (empathy?, knowledge?) but do you want plot points spent?

Kora - You are fine for the moment, because I haven't posted what happens to you. I will do a quick followup soon.

Posted on 2007-01-31 at 16:52:46.

Topic: Trilogy War Q/A
Subject: Ack!

This was what I was trying to avoid! Now we have undead-fest and I don't think they are serving sausage and beer.

Magma is so going to get to say "I told you so" after this.

Posted on 2007-01-31 at 16:41:21.

Topic: Name That Tune
Subject: let people off the hook

Mine is "I touch Myself" originally by The Divinyls, later covered by Tiffany and Lee Arron.

Posted on 2007-01-31 at 16:33:21.

Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: combo

It is a combination of hits in and hits out that guide the voting. If I were to guess, I'd say that our votes are hits in and clicking the link within the RPG realm page is a hit out.

So we should all change our home page to that website and click through it to get to our website.

What do we win again?

Posted on 2007-01-31 at 15:33:40.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: WOOHOO

nice post, Bromern. WWAD? (What will Arien Do?)

Posted on 2007-01-29 at 21:38:14.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: well

I would like Char or Dapple to post themselves returning. Othrwise I could update with the Killer chipmonk.

The problem is I don't want to do too much leading you by the noses but also make each week post significant for every player. The group waiting couls start planning the evening assault based on visual sightings. (Use the sewer if they check out, other options, need a distraction, is setting the tower on fire a distraction or an attack, etc etc)

Posted on 2007-01-29 at 18:35:01.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: foot loose and fancy free


Dapple and Char worked their way down the side of the cliff and towards the Keep. Dapple took the route northwards, while Char moved quickly and quietly to the south.

Dapple enjoyed the complete obscurity of the invisibility spell to get move around the walls of the Keep. They were in bad shape, many holes big enough to travel through, and easily climbed where no holes existed. She moved quietly through the brush, feeling as if every twig and branch conspired to crack and break under her feet.

Char’s movement was slower and more deliberate. His eyes scanned the leaves, trees and ground looking for signs of passage. The rain from yesterday had wiped out almost all traces of tracks from sight, but nature still held its secrets in places where only the Ranger would look. A boot print under the leaves of fern patch, A broken branch and shoulders height, a piece of string caught on a thorn – all these spoke to char telling him a story, if only a partial one. Soldiers had been chasing someone through here. He stopped to look at a portion of earth that someone slid through. Was that a Ladies’ boot? It was certainly smaller than most men.

Dapple ducked behind a tree as she felt, more than saw movement from the top of the north wall. Her elven eyes could see a soldier there, looking out over the field in her direction. Definitely a Green, she had seen the uniforms before. He stood watching for a moment, then looked off towards the Keep, as if something had caught his attention. Then he moved rapidly away from the parapet and disappeared from sight.

It wasn’t a glimpse of light, but rather the absence of it that drew Char to the side of an small bush. He moved the earth beneath with a gloved hand, and saw something black. A dagger, long and thin with a hilt shaped like a swan. Char had seen this before, he turned it over a few times before where dawned upon him Alloryn? She wore this in her hair. Said it was her mother’s – a gift. What is it doing here?

Darkness was soon approaching. Dapple made it to the sewer entrance that Gwanale and Dwan had mentioned. The grate was rusty and worn away – easily removed if this was the route they were to take. They would all fit, well Talas would be a tight fit. There was no smell from within, so whatever they were doing in the Keep, they hadn’t been here long of they weren’t using the built in facilities.

Back at Base, Rodent Eyes for the Mage Guy

Arien, Jal, Talas, and Kilgim set up a basic camp well away from where it could be seen. To keep hidden, meals would be cold for this evening, and sleeping would be in shifts if they slept at all. A night assault was on everyone’s mind though, move in quickly and get out fast.

Adrian removed himself away from the others for a time, and then took out his faithful companion Killer. He spoke to it through the link of a familiar and mage. Go to the Keep. Look around come back and tell me what you saw.

find nuts?

Later. Building. Inside. Tell me what you see

no nuts?

Nuts later. Look through building now

With that the rodent scampered off in what Adrian hoped would be a third eye reconnaissance mission, and not a tail of all the different nuts in the valley. Adrain returned to watching the Keep and Tower for any signs that the scouts might be in danger.

Wynter in the valley

Jal was sorting through his spell components when he heard her voice.


He turned to look around but couldn’t see her. “Wynter?”

“Jal. I can’t …”

“Wynter!” He looked around trying to find his ghostly companion.

“She comes, Jal. She comes. Darkness can’t last.” Wynter’s voice slowly fades away again, barely a whisper in his mind, “The light….”

Posted on 2007-01-28 at 18:08:27.
Edited on 2007-01-28 at 18:10:05 by Alacrity

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Finally better

Milk duds

Asher made his way to the bar to join up with Sam. “Sure, I’d love a drink.” To the bartender, he spoke, “A big, ol’ tall glass of homo milk.”

The bartender looked at him strange, and Asher noticed the others at the bar did too.

“What?” the lad asked innocently. “I like my milk thick and creamy.”

The bartender looks at Asher with bemused smirk. “Milk? This ain’t no dairy farm boy! Only milk we got around these parts is Mudder’s milk, imported all the way frim Higgin’s moon. Good for …” He pauses to look the Kid over from head to toe, “growing men like you. Put some hair on the chest.” He says with a laugh and the patrons around him all laugh with him.

“Maybe Beth there could help him, “Laughed a grizzled old man on the other end of the bar, gesturing to the coat check girl, “She’s got more than enough to spare.”

Beth steps away from the coat check and walks behind the bar, bosom bouncing promisingly all the way, “More than willing to oblige Chester, if you or the young man here got the coin.” She stops to lean on the bar, offer an even closer view to Asher and Sam of her bartered goods. The crowd laughs raucously.

“Milk?!” Sam’s expression went all befuddled at Asher’s choice of libation and he couldn’t help but snort out a laugh when the kid tried to explain his selection. “Ma’s gonna be right proud of ya, son,” he chuckled, shaking his head and clapping a hand on the Kid’s shoulder.

Sam smirked and nodded an affirmation to the barkeep; “Bring the boy ‘is moo-juice, I reckon. I’ll take a mug of whatever ya got on draught an’ slide me a whiskey, too… neat.”

“Ain’t got no milk to give sir” the Bartender’s tone is respectful to Sam, upon production of coinage.

“Give the kid a break, Chester,” Beth sways her way to the back, then returns with a mug of white which she passes to Asher. “You ain’t been off home long have you? What’s your name?” She asks while resuming her leaning on the bar stance. “Cause I reckon it ain’t Wow.” She says with a smile.

“Looks like everythin’s gonna be peaceable, Kid,” Sam say, offering Asher a wry smile, and a lecherous glance at Beth, “When yer done suckin’ on that cow’s teat, I don’ reckon the Cap’ll be none too offended if’n ya was to take a run at them-uns. I’m gonna take this ta Wyatt…”

Sam worked his way across the room to where Wyatt stood talking to Griffith. “Cap,” he said, offering the tumbler full of whiskey to Wyatt, “figgered it’d do ya ta knock some dust off.”

He regarded Royale’s captain “What say, Grif,” he asked, not failing to eyeball the sizable stack of chips in front of the man, “Winnin’ enough ta patch that big ruttin’ hole in yer boat an’ pay Wyatt off, ta boot?” He took another swig of his beer, burped, and looked back and forth between the two captains, seemingly not concerned that he might have interrupted a conversation or breeched the debt subject prematurely… “Who inna gun was at th’ wheel when that mi tian gohn happened, anyhoo?”

The Job and the Offer

“Good to see you too Dash.” Griffith smile was sincere, “Let’s move back a bit where we can have some privacy” He says pointing to an empty booth in the back. “Your ship mate there seems to be occupied by the young lady, so we can keep this between us.”

(Assuming you go with him)

Griffith drinks from his beer and then says, “I’ll be plain with you. The crybaby story is what me and Deke, my pilot told the authorities. I am none too eager to tell you the details, so let it rest at the fault was my own and I blame no other Bie Woo Lohng.

“Now I own you money, and I don’t want to be no Gwai Koh. I have the 400 I owe in the pot I just won, but you’ll understand if I am none to eager to lose what I have got to fix Royale. So I have a proposition for you, if you’ll hear me out.”

(assuming you don’t shoot him)

“We were on the way to complete a job, and I can’t do that now. What if I give you the what’s and wherefore, let you take it form me. It is a good job, simple hauling but you need special equipment, which I have in my hold.”

(assuming a “what type of hauling and where”)

“Ever heard of the Lullabelle Mine? Two prospectors, Sam Hawkes and Jim Ryan, managed to lash a Bumblebee to the Angel Hair Comet. Attached it right on the core of the comet, right as rain – riding it like a wild horse on the plains. They are mining Ice. I’m not talking the stuff in your drink either. This stuff is a mix of a bunch of chemicals that are used by miner’s to run the equipment. Thing is, you have to keep in cold, hence the special holding units I have in my hold. You pick up the ice, and then fly it to the City of Frisco on Regina. You do that and a man named Balley Sacket will pay you 1000 credits.”

(what’s the catch?)

“You’ll have to move fast. I’m already overdue to pick it up and the Mining Consortium would like a piece of this action. Could be a man or two that would move quickly to snatch the job away.” Griffith leans back, “What do you say boys? I can’t do better than to drop a job in your lap and not ask a finder’s fee. Hell, if you return the containers to the Miner’s Guild, you can take my deposit as well.”


Two beautiful women traveling through the open air market (hardly the fresh air on Beaumonde) are bound to attract attention. Willow lived for this, and could use it to her own purpose, especially to negotiate down a price or two.

For Kora, who had lived in a world where attention was certain death, it was different experience. There was a couple of tense moments while shopping, when an admirer or two of Willow sought to get her undivided attention – perhaps by force if they were so inclined. A look for Kora was usually enough to stop that.

Willows attention had become enraptured by a silk shop, selling very fine dyed fabric and linens. Kora was watching the doctor at a distance when a stocky bald man came up behind her and grabbed her by the arm. Kora moved to intercept but there were too many people in her way to get there quickly. Her trained eye assessed the man as drunk, but physically strong enough to be a danger. His clothing weren’t poor, but not cheap either. A local enforcer for some criminal thug, Kora reckoned.

“Hey my pretty.” His whiskey soaked breath wafting into Willows face, “ Dow Ma Tze! How about we’s have a good time together, you’s and I, Jah Joh. I got a gau gahn just lookin at you’s.” His hand grasps Willow tighter as if planning to drag her off then and now.

Posted on 2007-01-28 at 17:27:36.
Edited on 2007-01-28 at 17:31:19 by Alacrity

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: Magma's problem

To destroy it you must attack it in melee, but beware, to destroy it is to release many enemies.

So the voice of the axe told him, but how does one attack a gem without destroying it.

"If we destroy the gem, many enemies will be upon us." He calls out to his companions, and as he does a thought comes to mind.

If we must defeat it without destroying it, then we must bend the thing to our will. Magic items with thought and identity often have to be willed to work for their wielders

With that thought, Magma moves forward with a risky plan. Get to the gem and grasp it with his hands, thereby hoping to force the gem into subdual. It was dangerous, and seriously crazy, but Magma put his faith in the stalward resistance to magic that was innate to all dwarves.

Posted on 2007-01-26 at 15:58:40.

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