@roger looks like we're going to shut it down, we've lost two of the players in the meantime. Thanks for your willingness to GM, but we're going to put it to bed.
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All right. At this point, it looks like we're down 2 players and a GM. I say we call it off. I'll be keeping an eye out for another RoR:AE, and if I see one, I'll be sure to let y'all know. Fair?
poked him a couple days ago, it's about time for another - crazy gnomes tend to be very effective pokers :)
so - recruitment out for about a week. One nibble, one hit. The one hit we've got, it seems we're likely to throw back. I'm thinking either we give rogerGilbert a time-boxed opportunity to succeed (say, 3 weeks, after which we decide to continue or disband), or we call it a day and fold up the tent. Thoughts?
In some PM discussion with nO417, it looks like he's a no-go. Anyone have an opportunity to check out some of rogerGilbert's posts?
@gilbert - original gameplay thread was 115 posts over 20 days. A quick scan shows GM input once per day or two, with a couple bursts of 3-4 back-and-forths (looks like both parties were online concurrently). There was also a fair amount of inter-character interaction - given a bit of license, this group isn't shy about painting in the details on a broadly drawn canvas. It also seems folks aren't shy about calling for GM input when the details have an impact. So - we'll adapt to pace. But if you leave us alone for too long, don't be surprised if we've co-opted the serving staff, and hocked the silver to the duchess next door, by way of the jeweler uptown that you hadn't realized moonlights as a fence. But no worries - if it was important that the butler is intensely loyal, we're happy to see him scourge the scullery maid down the boulevard for betraying the trust of the household :)
And this is utopia27's character. Chadron's a pretty solid, basic sword-and-board fighter. Chadron does suffer from a slight excess of bonhomie. A big, extroverted, jovial jock. Lord help us.
corrected, with deepest apologies :) and thanks for the bump on the recruiting thread.
ALLCON - I have one response in hand: nO417. He/She/It appears to be relatively new, but has a decent message count under one alias - probably the first healthy game nO417 got hooked into. I haven't had time to read through any of his/her/its posts yet, but will in the next day or two. Thoughts? Also - nO417 doesn't have the AP. I can't fix that for RoR AE (many other APs, but not that edition of RoR). Any help on that? Finally - if anyone wanted to post to the recruiting thread, it would help put it back near the top (and not be me self-promoting the thread...) We now return to your normally scheduled freeze-frame of a berserk gnome coated in goblin blood racing through Sandpoint.
ALLCON - I've started up a thread in 'recruitment', advertising for a new GM. I've got specific verbage below, with a link to the actual thread. I'm planning to put this out in a few of my other groups (in case anyone's harboring a yen to GM). I'd encourage y'all to also promote forward this way, and maybe ask your fellow players to take it viral.
Please post any response or discussion in the recruiting thread
Did we want to recruit for a new GM through recruitment? I know some folks had volunteered to stand in, but I think those are exactly the folks most interested in the characters they're playing :) I could be wrong about that though. We're coming up on 2 months - it's probably time to re-launch or retire.
Well, I missed my own 10/15 deadline. I did just send around some PMs to folks that didn't respond in thread. I'll let y'all know when I hear. Also... Did someone have the capacity to make e-mail contact with Ryuko?
can we get a check-in, and pulse on continued interest? Let's try to get everyone checked in by Oct.15.
Just checking in. Best thoughts for Ryuko.
y'know, I was just thinkin' about yous guyz last night :)
still here. i peeked at ryuko's profile the other day, and he hadn't resurfaced. <concern>
@talliree - I don't know the protocol, but I'm OK with that in principle.
Chadron blinks in surprise as the fiesty little goblin continues to struggle, despite the solid clout from the unknown participant in the melee. Having a handle on the little spellcaster, Chadron determines to emulate a constricter snake, and just squeeze. "Can some please be ready to tie her up when she's stopped wiggling so much?" Chadron sounds workmanlike, but still cheerful.
Having heard quite enough from the spellcasting goblin, Chadron sheathes his sword, and reaches out with his off hand, 'still not time for the shield <sigh>', he reaches out and pulls her into an enveloping bear hug.
Chadron turns on the spellcaster, hoping to interrupt before the goblin unleashes any serious mischief.
Sword in hand (but still no shield), Chadron charges the group of 4 goblins, and attacks the nearer of them.
Reaching the torn corpse of the dog and the self-satisfied-looking goblins, Chadron draws his sword, and attacks the nearer of them.
Chadron turns his attention to the second goblin, looming menacingly over it, he says, "You might want to drop the weapon."
Seeing a great rush to the child, Chadron moves to stand between the dog and the pair of goblins.
"Why couldn't they pop up at some decent distance, to give a body a chance to get properly prepared? <sigh>. This is gonna hurt, ain't it?" he thinks to himself. Apparently this is the fatalistic response of all good Varisian sons...
I vote GenCon. Oh - wait.. I hope all mends well and quickly.
Revelry. Chadron revels. He romps. He scampers and skips and flies with the butterflies. But all in his head. Chadron has a meat pastie in his hand, half way to his mouth. As the butterflies descend, he freezes. He stands rapt, with an expression of wonder on his face. And he stands frozen, unwilling to break the moment, or endanger the butterflies with his bulk and strength. Introspective revelry.
"Thorfinn - I thought we'd agreed earlier you can bunk in the room I've got. Keep you from having to lop off any light fingers, " eying the pair of handaxes on the dwarf's belt.
"please don't let us spoil your lunch by intruding. I was just looking for pies that can generate such enthusiasm. The festival is large and the day is long. I'm new to the town, and my mother always said I have a bad habit of inviting myself along - so please forgive my well intentioned over familiarity." somehow, you get the impression this is not the first time the large, garrulous young man has made this speech. Yet somehow, endearingly, you can also tell that he's sincerely sorry for any bruised feelings.
"The Rusty Dragon would suit, it'll allow me to slip into something more comfortable as well. I do actually own clothes that do not involve clanking metal platees. I think those other clothes are more appropriate for festival." Addressing himself to Talliree, "My name is Chadron. What can I call you? Do you live here in town?"
"I think the 'euphamism' would be plums. Blueberries would be more of an insult. So let's hope there aren't any shepherds hanging about to be insulted," Chadron drops Gudada a broad wink over Talliree's head. "So where are these pies that need eating? I see it's a very urgent matter, and we should all attend more to the pressing business than the double entendres." Taking a second look at Gudada, "Say - weren't you trying to shave in public yesterday, with a few more blades than usual? It seems your fingers all came through the experience, but your whiskers as well." Shifting dialects smoothly, with a level gaze at Gaduda, "ეს იყო ძალიან კარგი შოუ"
Varisian: "It was a very good show."
"Have you worked up an appetite Thorfinn? I believe I heard someone say they've made a pie with the shepherd's blueberries. I think such an unlikely thing bears investigating, if perhaps not too closely." with a grin and a saunter, Chadron heads off towards the aroma of shepherd's blueberries.
"Daverin, thanks for the story. I'm trying to keep up with that hasty dwarf. Congratulations on the string of trophies - well done. I hope to see you around the town!"
"That young gentleman is a tough act to follow! But I'll swallow my pride and make an effort," Chadron steps forward and pays his coins. He hefts the bean bags a bit, shrugs, and takes a bead on the target.
"Indeed quite an act to follow. Lad, you've well and truly bested my mark," Chadron gives the young gent an effusive bow. Chadron steps aside for the next contestant, but not too far. Chadron waits until the game is underway, then asks the owner, "So, where did you collect those trophies? They're really quite impressive." Diplomacy:
"I appreciate the time, Sheriff, and I'll be around tomorrow." The shine is off Chadron for an eyeblink, then he turns smartly and heads off to the Festival. 'Work before play, so that makes it time to play. And far be it for a good son of Kurgess to turn down some friendly competition! Let's see if I can catch Thorfinn before he tosses all those goblins.' And so determined, Chadron hies him off to the Goblin Toss.
@Duilure - no worries about the alias slip. We'll all have little foibles and breaks. It's all good - we'll keep the story alive though :)
Chadron spends the next half hour working through the crowd, shaking hands, grinning grins, until he locates the Sheriff Hemlock.
Chadron looks directly and frankly at the Sheriff, "I don't mean to tell you your job, but if you pair me with one of your old hands working crowds at the Cathedral, or entry at the city gates, you can free up one of your experienced men for work that needs a local eye. And at the same time, you can have your man keep an eye on 'that new foreign kid'," Chadron again pauses to draw breath. "My apologies for being direct. Partly it's my way, and partly I don't want to waste your time on such a busy day." Diplomacy:
"That sounds like an excellent day. I will say a prayer for you to Kurgess and wish you his luck. I don't know what the local guard captain may have in store for me, but I'll look for you. And if nothing else, you must bunk with me tonight. I knew the lout you were drinking with was sleeping under the table, but I had no thought you didn't have a room. I'll see you at the Dragon this evening." Turning the spotlight of his attention back to the guard, "Now where was that commanding officer I was to report to again, friend? Oh - and I'm Chadron - thanks for your help!" He said, clapping the gentleman on the shoulder. Chadron beams around at both Thorfinn (who appears to be growing accustomed to Chadron's irrepresable manner), and the guard (who in addition to his earlier awake-too-early-and-harried expression, now appears a bit overwhelmed - somewhat to Thorfinn's amusement). Diplomacy:
[ooc]OOC: well, that doesn't appear to have gone well Seeing the glare back from the guard, Chadron takes a half step back, turns his hearty clap-on-the-shoulder into a brush-the-lint-from-your-shoulder-and-straighten-your-cloak motion. "Or perhaps I'll just walk with you a few steps farther on Thorfinn," edging around the guard, he strolls on with Thorfinn, "so.. don't suppose you see a guard captain around anywhere, eh?"
Having had a lovely evening of wine, song, and tales, 'not neglecting the women, though they were in short supply last night,' Chadron woke early, geared up (weapons, armor, and shield, leaving the pack in his room), and headed towards the Festival. Making his way across the Dragon's common room, he saw Thorfinn preparing for the day. Remembering the epic drinking-under-the-table of the night before, Chadron couldn't help but be envious of Thorfinn's constitution. "Ah - Thorfinn! Good morning! I'm off to see if the local guard will take on some extra help to manage the crowds and activities. Care to walk with me?" Chadron strolls toward the Festival. As he's about to enter, he surveys the sign, and the guard at the edge of the square. 'Ah - games and competition - but work before play. Kurgess will be well honored today - and best served by well organized and safe competitions.' "My good fellow - is there a guard captain or a sheriff hereabouts? I'm sure you all have more work than is comfortable on such a busy day, and I'd like to make my services available," Chadron says to the harried-looking guard.
@duilure - pish and tosh on your hiding. You just stand right here behind Chadron. That's what the big broad shield is there for - is for the sheltering of folks less martial. I'm not much on the whole insight, or stitchin' up of wounds, but I'm good for standing between bad folk and wizards and mages and such.
Nah - being tall is good for seeing things. If things go really poorly, I think I can apply some of my large-animal veterinary skills. I've seen things birthing cattle you would not believe! But sewing up fence-torn sheep isn't that much different than patching together an arrow wound. Why, there was this time in the Vale, we were out with the militia, and the blue-crest goblins <...> and Larry, he had a few arrows in him; and my dad had us boil up some string, he got out his fish hook, and <...>. Once the swelling went down and he could sit again, he was almost as good as new! [ooc]OOC: I'd volunteer to dip a couple levels of ranger (for skill points and some healing) or cleric/inquisitor/oracle (for some spells and magic item use), but all of that is WIS dependent, and that's just not Chadron's gig.
alrighty then... looks like meta-gaming resolved :) I seem to recall there was a young wizard that needed some feting, and some drinks that needed quaffing. Oh yeah - and some adventure to be pursuing. avante!
now there's a walk on the wild (dark?) side. Chadron will be saving that for a last resort, "No, really," wince, groan, clutch, "I'll be fine - my da always taught me to walk it off." <blanch>. As Elloe says - within reason if anyone's got some decent healing skill, we can probably limp (and groan) along until we pull together enough cash to pick up some medical supplies. It would also probably be useful if some/several folk could Use Magical Devices cleverly. Chadron's not terribly magically inclined, but could probably eke a bit of charge out of his Varisian blood...
I think Gudada may need the medic shortly, at least if Noro gets a hold of him. Oh wait.. medic... guess we'll be buying us one of those.
Thanks for the opportunity to play in this one - I look forward to it. I think the post-timing discussion sounds great. I'm also up for taking the initial roleplay as canon. @ryuko: Something that happened in a previous recruitment - the GM requested players' permission to adopt some of the non-chosen characters as recurring NPCs... I wonder if Zurich will consider himself lucky in choosing a 'less exciting' ruin to explore than whatever the future holds for us, or if he'll consider it judicious scholarship? Does Duilure need a rival academic? Or... does he fade off to a ruin rar west of town, where a tribe of rabid hobgoblins quietly (e.g. off-camera) cook him for lunch after looting his expedition? Right - enough idle speculation. There's a recent graduate to drink to, then a festival to visit, and a temple to see dedicated. alons!
Chadron picks up the conversation with Zurich as though uninterrupted, "Then let us to the festival. I understand they're also dedicating a temple, though I haven't heard when. Congratulations on completing your studies." "Perhaps it is that fate has been pushing us together. It was some months ago that I traveled through Korvosa. You're more resilient than I to have lived there for years, never mind managed to study. I couldn't find rest there, for fear I'd wear the wrong thing, or walk on the wrong lawn."
As Zurich's surrounded by blue streamers of lights, "Oh my - pretty lights. Fans of yours here?" Looking around the room to see who's interested, "Fireworks and celebrations indeed - I understand our friend here is in line for congratulations!"
Chadron grins at the newcomer, "We don't generally have servants where I come from, " glancing at the floating luggage, "of any sort. I'd be happy to walk with you towards lodging if your... valet... may wear out." After a short discussion with the bartender, Chadron heads towards where they keep the rooms at the Dragon. The bartender waves a pot-boy to guide the small procession towards rooms. "My name's Chadron. I'm in town for a few days, from points west. I have reason to believe there may be some need for my services here, though my source wasn't very specific on what, or by whom. Yourself?" Reaching the door of a room, Chadron opens it and sets about arranging his kit on a stool near the door. He leaves pack, helm, shield, bow, and spear in his room, though set for ready retrieval. Chadron looks for an ewer and basin - finding these, he splashes head and face refreshingly. He takes a moment longer washing his hands and drying. Still armed with sword and dagger, and armored, he exits, locks (and checks) the door, then heads back to the commons room. Underway, he gives Razorstorm's door a quick thump, "If you're still up for it, I'm to have some drink and comradeship. I hope to see you out shortly!" Chadron also thinks to himself, 'And maybe he's not in anymore. Ah well, talking to an empty room has seldom done any harm.'
"So Dairkal, a temple being dedicated as part of the festival, you say. Sounds fascinating - eventful." "I'm still hoping to find a room - perhaps something in," gesturing at his expansive frame, "a 'big and tall' size? No offense to the excellent cuisine or al fresco dining experience - or the top-grade entertainment - but the chair is a bit tight." "You say the Rusty Dragon may still have some rooms? Three streets down on the left?" Looking at Tandion and gathering together his gear, "I'm away to secure a bunk. Care to come along?" And with that, Chadron left a tip, and trundled toward the Rusty Dragon. He notices, in a casual way, a motley collection of not-tall folks headed in the same direction. Reaching the Rusty Dragon, Chadron strolls into the bar. He makes his way to the bar, and asks, "Can I arrange a room for a few days? This kit, " hefting his pack with bow, arrows, spear, and shield above and beyond basic traveling supplies, "has gotten a bit heavy. A wonderful halfling, name of Dairkal told me you might still have some rooms."
"Thandion - good to see you! I had safe enough travels. I traveled with groups in part, which is always more secure. Everywhere there are rumors of giants in the hills, goblin, orc, and Shoanti raids on settlements. But for all that, my journey was safe. Not uneventful," he says, with a broad grin and a wink, "but safe enough." "It appears there's a story brewing over there. I doubt the Varisian lad would've taken up those daggers if he didn't have some confidence. Fingers are in finite supply." "So what has inspired the bustle and energy? Swallowtail Festival is certainly coming up shortly, but the crowds and excitement seem more than I'd expect from such a festival," Chadron directs his question to Dairkal, but his manner puts the question to anyone within earshot.
"Please - it's a lovely day to sit out and swap stories. I see you're as travel worn as I feel - and as freighted with kit." Chadron looks briefly at the empty scabbard, hesitates for perceptible second, then carries on, "At the moment my tales are days old and many miles from useful. I was hoping to trade some drinks and fellowship with our talented local jonglier in exchange for some local background color," Chadron drew breath, "My name is Chadron, from just east of Korvosa. I've been sometime underway, but it appears I've run out of westbound road." Chadron pushes back a chair, gestures grandly, and says, "That's a very long-winded way of say 'Yes friend, set yourself and join us in fellowship," he chuckles briefly. "I may have been a day or two too long on the road without company. Hah!" And he takes a long draft of his beer. "By the way - good beer. Local, says the proprieter." Chadron beams at his two new-found companions.
Chadron strode into town, across the narrow bridge and under the town wall. It was crowded and busy - though he could see a plume of dust at the north gate that seemed to indicate even more activity than here. It was early afternoon, and Chadron was fairly hungry. He hadn't bothered to restart his campfire this morning and had had only some stale cold bread before pushing on to Sandpoint. 'So - first things first, a bite to eat and some news,' he thought. So determined, Chadron swung rapidly past the docks and warehouses on his left, 'Not fish stew - definitely not,' he angled further north and west. While underway, he noticed a well-dressed and handsome Varisian - not unlike Chadron himself, though slimmer and more brightly dressed - working the opposite end of the street. Chadron slid around the crowd, not drawing attention. He didn't want to foul the man's operation. Chadron also became very aware that he was carrying all of his worldly possessions on his back - and he checked them briefly to ensure they were all there. 'Perhaps later I'll introduce myself, see if there are any other People of the Road in town. But for the moment, he's working, and I'm still hungry...' 'Ah! that's the one! he thought, catching a delectable odor of roast lamb from a shop on the right, just two doors down from a theater of some kind. In the small restaurant's outdoor seating, an energetic halfling was working the patrons with a juggling act that was really quite good. Chadron stepped inside the restaurant, exclaiming, "Ah! that's the one!" He engaged the halfling proprieter briefly, and took some sliced lamb, potatoes, salad, and beer ("quite a good local brewery" advised the owner) to one of the outside tables. Chadron angled himself into the smallish seating (not just the jongelier, but also the proprieter were both halflings). He settled pack, bow, spear, and sheild against the outside wall of the restaurant - away from the street. Once situated, Chadron watched the juggler a bit, and the sweep of people on the street. He noted the same Varisian he'd seen earler, 'if I'm not misremembering, there weren't as many pouches on his belt earler..'. As the juggler made his way around towards him, Chadron invited, "Friend juggler, your work looks thirsty. Can I invite you to some drink and a conversation while I finish this excellent lamb?"
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