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Topic: Name That Tune
Subject: that isn't hard


Evanessence - Whisper.

Love Amy Lee - Her voice is amazing.




Posted on 2006-11-06 at 12:58:17.

Topic: Name That Tune
Subject: Walk like an Eqyptian


by any number of groups. I like the Bangles best.

Howabout this one:

Walking like a man,
Hitting like a hammer,
She's a juvenile scam,
Never was a quitter....


Posted on 2006-11-06 at 10:10:49.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Silver Screen II - Dalmer, Wind and Kidd and the Dead


Captain Jeremy Dalmer was covered with blood spatter. At one point in his life, he would have realized that he had gone too far in punishing one of his own soldiers, but not anymore. Those days were gone – gone like his left arm. Removed between shoulder and elbow by the axe of a Sueli warrior, Dalmer was sure that he would have died that day, but he didn’t. Instead, he was nursed back to health and given a gift by the emperor – an oversized green scaled arm with six fingers. At first it had its merits; a greater strength, power to effect things at distances and near invulnerability to most weapons. But whatever belonged to the arm was still around, fighting for dominance in him. A compromise was reached between him and it – but a compromise with a demon was no compromise at all. He allowed himself to become more like the demon, and the demon became more like itself. Now Siener was dead and Dalmer had no regrets or sorrow. In fact, he was feeling more aroused than anything.

He accepted a towel handed to him by his bodyguard Boris to wipe his hands and face. Boris was a good man, loyal, true and unquestioning. He could command Boris to kill every soldier in his command and Boris would only nod and do the job. Blue guards were not bred for their insight, just brute strength and mindless loyalty.

“The commanders await you Captain.” Boris told him.

“Excellent.” Dalmer said happily, “Their timing is excellent. You may let them in.”

Boris nodded with comment and left the room. Soon he entered again with the two women commanders. One was tall, with long white hair, wearing the imperial uniform with the Red Corp insignia. Commander Kidd’s holy symbol of Wee Jas prominent as an amulet over her jacket announced her as a cleric. Her eyes briefly looked upon the crushed and beaten body behind the commander then moved away quickly to the proper “eyes front“stance.

Beside her was another woman wearing a similar uniform. She had black hair and emerald eyes, shorter by a head. Around her throat was a black collar and her left cheek was marred by a brand of a broken chalice. Commander Wind bore the marks of treason within the Red Corp. – a sign that her powers as a mage were more valued than the traditional punishment for betrayal. She did not look at the corpse at all, but stared vacantly forward.

“Well?” Dalmer asked.

“We collared the woman as you requested. It was harder than we expected – she put up quite a fight. After that, she was put into the room and ordered to grasp the sword. At which point she seem to fall into the slumber we expected.” Kidd reported.

“Excellent!” The Captain said, drumming his fingers together happily. “Most excellent.”

“Sir, I am concerned. The power of the entity within is dangerous. We are playing with something that I am not sure the collar will contain.”

“Yes, yes, yes. You have spoken your doubts before. Duly noted but I am told that the precautions we have taken will be adequate.” Dalmer waved at her dismissively, “I would think that faith would be a skill you’d have in abundance."

“Very well Captain.” Kidd said simply, knowing there was no hope of making him see reason.

“Commander Wind.” Dalmer snapped and the dark haired lady turned her stare to him. “Before your indiscretion, you were working on a project of some sort. Making dead soldiers useful again? Re-animation or some such magic?”

“Yes, my master.” She answered dully. “By mixing tree sap with the essences of …”

“Yes, yes, yes … I don’t need the dissertation. Do you have the formula? Could you recreate it?”

“Yes, my master. I have several vials of it prepared.”

“Excellent! Boris! Take Seiner and Deke to the Red’s quarters then. See if they can make them useful to us again.”

“Yes, my master.” Wind intoned.

Boris looked at the body on the ground and back to the Captain with a questioning look.

“Roll him up in the rug Boris.” Dalmer said patiently. “Gather up the pieces and roll him up.”

Posted on 2006-11-05 at 16:15:26.
Edited on 2006-11-05 at 16:17:49 by Alacrity

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: Second verse, same as the first


Once missile weapons are exhausted, Magma’s thoughts went straight for the belly of the beast – that would be its weakness, and he had an axe for every occasion.

The dwarf rolled with the hit he received, off his war pony and on to the ground. He’d been hurt, buy not enough to slow him down. He switched to Nellie and shield, for the time for missiles was long gone.

Magma moved in to get a solid blow, hopefully at the belly of the beast as it lurched in close to the ground to attack. It was a dangerous game, but Magma was loving every minute of it.

Posted on 2006-11-05 at 05:13:30.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Knowledge and PM


Thank you all for the wonderful posts and reactions to this game. It makes me quite happy to see such enjoyment of a game I am creating.

I don't believe in characters living in a vaccuum, so using PM's I have been feeding some of you with information that your character would know, or feelings they may have about situations. Now I can and do make mistakes so if you think your character should know something, or want to make a "perception roll" - feel free to ask via PM or email.

Posted on 2006-11-04 at 06:59:34.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: LOOK AT THIS!


OMG - Two people posted already. This is amazing. I'm blushing!

Posted on 2006-11-03 at 12:24:57.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Get the tylenol! I feel a quest coming on!


The sudden appearance of the mages and Talas threw the boys into a panic. They stopped fighting one another and tried to make a fast retreat. Then Char and Dapple appeared out of the forest behind them and they realized they were trapped. The authoritative voice of Arien brought them back to reality.

"What's all this, then?" he bellowed from atop his warhorse. Drawing on every bit of his upbringing as a noble, Arien sat tall and assumed a commanding demeanor. "Are you trying to call down every real brigand from the here empire's borders?"

“You see,” Jal said, offering a strange grin to the knight and gesturing to the tumultuous knot of youths, “there is no desire to live the bandit life here.”

Boys," the knight spoke sternly," do you have any idea how much trouble you are in? You thought to rob my friend and I," he indicated Kilgim. "The two of us would have been more than your match, and you never saw our other five friends. If we were other travelers, the crows would be picking your bones now... and if Freegate's patrols caught you, they would hang you for banditry."

He let his voice soften... "Now, what's this about your father? I can see you boys are not real criminals. What has brought you to this point?"

Whether the father of the boys used a similar tone or not, the boys quickly stopped panicking and quickly formed a line from tallest to shortest – with the youngest one even going as far as standing at attention with a salute. The Oldest stepped forward and bowed properly, “Sir, I am Philip. This is Steward, Darryl and Thomas.”

“Better tell him the truth Phil. Paladins can read your mind.” Thom advised his brother

“Shut up Thom. Let me talk.”

“They can see into your soul.”

“Thom!”

“Sorry,” The youngest looked around at the party, still in salute. He spotted Talas and looked up at him, “Are you a giant? Or a half giant? Dad said ogres are really ugly and you aren’t so I bet you are a giant.”

Darryl reached over and smucked Thom gently on the head, “Thom. Let Phil talk.”

“Sorry.”

Aye ye lads. Tell us what this is all 'bout. What's this 'bout yer daddy bein' killed by somethin' an' why would ye want t' die becuse o' it?" Through a not so graceful series of movements, Kilgim got down from Grumpy's back and dropped on the ground accompanied by nice chings and clings.

Adrian came up to the boys with their weapons in hand, “You should never drop your weapon." he spoke as he handed them back to the kids, one at a time, hilt first. "In this world you cannot trust strangers enough to relinquish your only defense. You could be playing into the hands of a spy, a fake, or worse... authorities."

“Thank you sirs.” Phil answered again with the bow. “We, that is us, well, and our dad used to be farmers, on a stretch of land not far from here. Our mom as well, but she died two years ago of a fever. Last week, we were doing our chores like always when the ground started to shake. Then these huge … giant really … bugs came out of the ground.”

“They were green and big. They looked like worms with green shells. We saw at least 3 of them.” Steward added.

“We ran to the house and Dad told us to hide in the forest. As he was gathering up stuff, the bugs spit something on the walls that made them melt away. Then …” Phil stops as his eyes tear up.

Steward continues, “One of the bugs bit Dad in half.” Thom breaks down into tears, and Darryl reaches over to hold him in comfort.

“We panicked and ran. We have been on our own ever since. We haven’t had much to eat and we haven’t been able to hunt much, seems like much of the game has fled these parts. I won’t lie to you sir, we were thinking of stealing or robbing but I didn’t know what else to do. There is food and provisions at home, but we’re scared to go home because of the bugs.”

“We haven’t even buried Dad.” Steward says.

“Tell them about the other bugs.” Thom piped in.

The three brothers sighed heavily, “Thom, there were no other bugs.”

“Yes there were! I saw one riding the big ones. Looked like a giant grasshopper, or preying mantis … or locust.” Thom said, holding his arms up to describe the size. He points at Talas, “Like him only not as big.” Thom looks up at Arien with eyes filled with hope and faith, “But you are here now! That’s why you’ve come isn’t it? To slay the evil bugs? That’s what Paladins and their squires do! Save people in holy quest type thingies.”

Posted on 2006-11-03 at 09:49:57.
Edited on 2006-11-03 at 09:53:13 by Alacrity

Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: autumn


I like the fall myself. The colours of the leaves and the coolness in the air that makes a sweater feel good but not quite needing a jacket. I love being at a friend's cottage and walking through the bush, feeling the wind and enjoying the scenery.

Posted on 2006-11-02 at 14:40:48.

Topic: Trilogy War Q/A
Subject: so


I can assume that magma needs a ladder to hit this thing anywhere but the foot? Love it!

Posted on 2006-11-02 at 12:09:45.

Topic: Trilogy War Q/A
Subject: size matters


How big is this thing we are fighting? I know it is 100 feet long but how tall is it from the ground? Just trying to put my de-horsed dwarf into perspective and I don't have a 1st edition Monster Manual anymore.

Posted on 2006-11-02 at 08:29:02.

Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Alacrity Fitzhugh


Alacrity Fitzhugh is a character in a series of books by Brian Daley. I "stole" the name for a half elven Ranger I played for awhile. I am not into being a player so I decide to play Alacrity completely insane. I figured if I couldn't be in control as the DM, I would wrestle control from him with my character. So in a simple murder mystery module, I had Alacrity accusing people of being the killer, stealing horses and leaving them around town, and spreading rumours that I was the leader of a vast anti-slavery organization, come to free the people. Not that there were any slaves.

Anyway, Alacrity is the complete opposite of me in real life, so if I am gonna have an alternate persona - I would like it to be a wild and crazy guy - Alacrity.

Posted on 2006-10-31 at 13:25:32.

Topic: Trilogy War Q/A
Subject: Seems clear to me


I have always played Spiritual hammer as requiring a roll to hit. Same with Melf's Acid Arrow.

Posted on 2006-10-31 at 04:50:43.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Strangers and the Knight?


No doubt, the members of this group were from various backgrounds and it reflected in how they viewed this moral dilemma. But whether they agreed or not, a simple plan was formed to face these would be bandits and perhaps lead them astray from the banditry they had chosen. Char and Dapple rode off ahead, and then took their mounts off the main roads to sneak behind the hiding spot of the young men. It had been awhile since Dapple had tried to move silently through anything but a city street, with every branch and critter hidden seemed to conspire against her. But eventually the rogue found her stride and they moved quietly into position. The bandits were easily found by following the voice of “Phil, I’m hungry”.

Dapple’s eyes were made for dark places such as this, as the legacy of her elven heritage adjusted to the difference in light. Infravison, some called it, the only usefully thing her elven blood gave her as far as Dapple was concerned. The four men in hiding, if men they could be called, were definitely brothers - the resemblance was that clear.

Talas, Adrian and Jal hid themselves from view by the use of a Invisibility 10’radius cast by Spellbinder. Ready to spring the trap awaiting them, Arien and Kilgim rode outside the spell’s effect. Sunset took to the sky, not wanting to get in the way if combat were to happen.

In the sanctuary of their hiding spot, the four men stirred. “Phil? Someone is coming.”

“I see. Okay, remember the plan. Keep your cloaks up and look menacing. I’ll do the talking. That means be quiet Thom.”

“Wait, Phil! Look! It’s a Paladin! It’s a blessed Paladin and his squire.”

“Phil looked out, “We don’t know he’s a Paladin. Could be a guy wearing armour, out for a stroll with his dwarven friend.”

Thom wasn’t buying it, “It’s a Paladin! Look! Shiny! Maybe the League sent him. He’s with a dwarf.!’

Phil lost it, “Thom! You are gonna kill all of us. We couldn’t kill the duck. We couldn’t eat the rabbit. Now we can’t rob the guy because he’s wearing armour!”

“Umm Phil,” one of the other said, “That knight is has a sword, and a lance, and the dwarf looks like he’s carrying an armoury.”

“What else can we do? There are only two of them.”

Char and Dapple watched as the three brothers argue it out and missed that Thom had slipped out of the hiding spot.

“Where’s Thom?”

Phil looked around, “Oh crap!”


Arien and Kilgim were trying hard not to notice the shouting coming from the copse of trees ahead. If this was an ambush, they would have been armed and ready without the addition notice. Suddenly, out of the trees burst a young man, human of maybe 14 summers. He came out running, waving his hands in the air. “Sir! Sir! Mister Paladin! Woohoo! Help! We need help!”

There was a brief moment as the knight and cleric exchanged glances. Then three more men came out, all of ascending age but all quite young. They called to their brother and gave chase. Then they stopped, as if realizing that they had swords in their hands, which they quickly and carelessly throw away to run after their brother.

“Sir Paladin! Our family needs help! My father was killed by …”

The brothers tackled the young one. Pushing and shoving each other in the middle of the roadway, the party comes right up to them as they fall over, punching, kicking and generally attacking each other while shouting at each other.

“Toadhead!”

“Idiot!”

“Barfbrain!”

“I’m in charge!”

“You’re a stupidhead!”

“Sir Paladin! My dad!”

“Shut up Thom!”

“Dad liked me better.”

“Jerk!”


OOC: Your move. The threat is ... minimal.

Posted on 2006-10-28 at 14:56:26.
Edited on 2006-10-28 at 15:00:32 by Alacrity

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: Charge!


Any creature with a dragon like head was a caution, that be sure. Magma drew out his throwing axe Sallie and rode hard to flank the creature, hoping to strike deep in one of the legs while the multitude of attacks might confuse the beast. Prudence would suggest a distance attack would be best, to keep out of the way of possible breath weapons and dangerous legs. But magma wasn’t a prudent dwarf, and luck favoured the bold.

Once missile weapons are exhausted, Magma’s thoughts went straight for the belly of the beast – that would be its weakness, and he had an axe for every occasion.


Posted on 2006-10-28 at 14:20:52.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Vanny will post tonight




Posted on 2006-10-26 at 11:17:19.

Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Rose


We have a cat named Rose (She has thorns). Rose is a gry black tabby with an affection for me and a dislike for Cathy (who seems to be the other woman to Rose).

Posted on 2006-10-26 at 09:55:27.

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


Janthea? Is that you?

We are playing here on this site. Under the rule based Dungeon and dragons forum. Click on the link above where the "You are here" message shows.

Posted on 2006-10-26 at 09:50:26.

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


Just a note on action and discussion

Although it may seem like you are standing around gabbing, I consider this to be almost within a few minutes game time. So if you need to discuss, go ahead.

Now I will work on what I think your plan is, based on Arien's posts first, then considering the others.

I plan to post on the weekend.

Posted on 2006-10-26 at 08:40:26.

Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Whoa dudettes!


Is it like getting hot in here or is it just the Bobster?All this about ridden and none of it bidden. But it's cool, Dudes. If you are in for the long haul, then Yeehaw, dudes.

Posted on 2006-10-25 at 14:12:40.

Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Mmmm....Jerky


I tried Beef Jerky when I was in Alabama and I have to admit to being hooked on it now. Especially Hickory smoked.

Posted on 2006-10-24 at 20:48:01.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: watch it!


I remember those memories too.

Posted on 2006-10-24 at 13:41:30.

Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: esp


I actual had a "psychic" do that whole routine of refusing to read my hand yada yada yada. She needed acting lessons.

If you can't guess, my thoughts on psychics, and esp is sceptically at best. I put them into the same lot as chiropractors, naturopathy and used car salesmen.

I can't remember any costumes I wore. My daughter is going out this year as a "Ghost Karate Girl". No regular halloween costume for my daughter lol

Posted on 2006-10-24 at 13:17:57.

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


I realize that my post leads to one person posting (Hello Bro!) but I wanted to give the chance to respond to Char. Also some of you have received Pm's or emails with extra details you may post on.

Posted on 2006-10-24 at 09:49:26.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Bandits ahead, we soon be dead.


The lands around the city of Freegate are lush and green, with endless fields that in the summer grow thick with crops. Now, in the spring, the fields are dark, blacken exposed soil – tilled earth of the farmers busily working the land making it ready for another year’s harvest. The field workers watch you as you pass, waving happily and nodding greeting as you go by. But things in this land change drastically. One minute you are traveling flat lands, then you are moving down a steep hill, then up the side of a hill, and before long, the city of Freegate is no more within your sight.

By halfway through the day, the party has reached lordless land. No noble to bring order, and no troops to patrol here. The land is to hilly for most but the most hardy, or foolhardy depending on to whom you are listening. Huge trees blot the land, and high cliffs on either side of the path – making it a treacherous place to pass.

Some come to this land. People that yearn for freedom of living without Lord or tithe. You pass more homesteads with people working the fields, They watch you pass with a cautious eye, but no happy wave - fearful of the day when someone might come and tell them the name of the new lord of the land. Some of the farmers are deserted, the fields left untouched or overgrown, signs that not everyone is cut out to be a man of the earth.

Ahead of you, Char scouts the tall grasses and trees that surround the pathway. Signs of passage, recent are clear to his eyes. Four people, likely men moved through here recently. He leaves his mount behind and travels through the untended brush. It gets thicker and thicker as he moves to follow the trail, until he finds a cluster of trees, very close to the pathway where the party will travel. Char takes the time to be cautious here, moving silently and sticking to the shadows. The ranger lets his senses guide him – the smell of human sweat, the sound of whispered voices.

“Phil?” A voice from the trees, youngish by the crack in the voice.

“What?” A husker voice, weary but with affection, like a brother speaking to another.

“I’m hungry.”

A heavy sigh. “I know you are Thom. Just be patient.”

“What are we doing again? I’ve never even used a sword before.” Another voice.

“Waiting. For a merchant or traveler.” Phil whispered back.

“Are we gonna kill them?” Thom asked, obviously not keen on the idea.

“Phil sighed again, “No, We will just threaten them a bit, get some money, food, whatever and then will go from there.”

“Still think we should be gonna to Freegate,” Another voice his opinion.

“When we have enough to pay for the entry tax. Now hush all of you.” Phil commanded.

The four men stayed quiet for awhile.

“Phil?”

“Yeah Thom.”

“I’m hungry.”

Another sigh, “I know Thom. I know. We all are.”

“I wish Dad was here.”

“So do I Thom. But he isn’t. I’m gonna look after you now, so be quiet.Something will come soon, I can feel it.”

Char had seen and heard enough. Four men, armed with most like knives and swords only, waiting to commit banditry out of hunger and despair. No threat to them in anyway, but desperate enough that they may try something anyway.

Posted on 2006-10-23 at 20:48:25.
Edited on 2006-10-23 at 20:51:45 by Alacrity

Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Catching Up


What's the first thought that crosses your mind when you get out of bed in the morning?

Move your a$$ fatboy, you won't lose weight in bed.

What's your idea of the perfect romantic evening?

Wine, cheese, hottub, my wonderful wife. Plus my daughter staying at a friend's place for the entire evening.

Fave Colour

Red

Fave website
Hollywood Stock Exchange - www.hsx.com

Here is a question from me.

What is your favourite drink - with or without booze?
Me - Vodka and Tonic, with lime

Posted on 2006-10-23 at 08:15:11.
Edited on 2006-10-23 at 08:17:21 by Alacrity

 
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