Volcano's Land - A New Beginning

Game Master Miner Cotren

Blushing, she nods. "You've made your point. Your wisdom is sound, as always."

Smiling, she adds "Theres a reason I keep you around...besides your good looks."

Taking a seat, the sylph glances around the crowd before answering, "I've never tried it. Was too young at home and...well...things have been busy. I'd be willing to have a glass."

reposting because it's been a while, and saving time on flipping pages.

Kallik, a young ifrit--only slightly older than Eo would have been--looks up from his stack of paperwork with a polite expression. "Hello, may I..." His eyes narrow, and his gaze drifts to your axe. His expression becomes mildly worried, but his basic politeness stays. "...help you?"

you ask your question

"Yes, I believe she would want to receive you, certainly." He nervously talks about what an honor it is to host a visit from one of the Blessed. Down a short hallway, you are now in a stairwell. You climb two flights of steep stairs. The steps, you notice, are carved from marble and flecked with gold. Glowering portraits of previous Captains line the walls to your left. They are all, of course, ifrit els.

The desk private takes you to the top floor. In the greater hallway, there is a large door that says CAPTAIN in tall stylized gold letters. However, the private guides you to a nearby side door. Inside sits the lieutenant, seated at a large table by herself.

I think I said 'male ifrit' by mistake when you all arrested the lieutenant and the other Ardere during the frenzied statue attack upon the Elder. I want this to be the same lieutenant you arrested - you recognize each other.

There is no surprise on her face - only assessment. A hint of that same cold anger is just below the surface. With her helmet off, you can see her dark red hair is cut short, military style. She is wearing finely crafted mithril armor with the Adere's golden V on the chest. Her longsword hangs from her side, left-handed.

There is a scattering of papers and scrolls on the square wooden table. The lieutenant rolls up the parchment she had been reading, and regards you. "Make it worth my time." Her voice is icy.

reposting Ibinu's last statement, Kallik's question, and my ooc response (basically what Ibinu would know); this is the evening discussion

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Ibinu
Ibinu nods, "That is a good point. Anything of value becomes a very dangerous incentive for bad behavior. But, even with that kind of risk, I think the reward of strengthening our fellow elen against the infections caused by the evil shadow things outweighs any risk. Right now about Ssarkofogaus, I'm just trying to build a chain of things to dangle so they don't just ignore our request... we might want to consider trying to get him a seat on the council as well."

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Kallik
Nodding, "Not sure how the others will respond to that but that is one link on the chain. So how long and how costly is this process?"

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Not very costly, but certainly time consuming. Exactly how time consuming remains to be seen until Culkin actually finishes it for the first time.

Grasping her companion's hands ontop of the table, she leans in close. An onlooker may think the two about to kiss...save for the stern look chiseled on the sylph's face.

"I'm worried about Ibinu. What do you think? Is this development good or...is his soul in danger?" she whispers.

Crossing her arms, "I am here to speak with you about the tribe that has taken up residence at the foot of the young Elder Tree. I am wanting the tension gone."

Kallik, Lieutenant Tareasca gives you a deadpan look. Tap, tap goes the scroll. "We are in agreement. Suggestions?"

Inam, Edoardo's face had been smiling from your first comment, but his expression instantly sobers. He gently puts your hands down, then clasps his own hands forward, thumbs a-twiddle, on the table in his familiar thinking posture. "Hmm...according to the old stories, the Lady might offer him prizes, or temptations." He shrugs helplessly. "I always thought those old Voce recitations were just tall tales, si? And now we have a Champion of the Warrior, and a Champion of the Cauldron Lady, and..." He waves his red hand through the air, searching, "umm, could Kallik be the Champion for an aspect of Forest?"

The prospect leaves you both stunned as the wine arrives. Edoardo comes out of his daze and picks up his glass, filled halfway with a scarlet silk. Waiting for you to do the same, he touches glass with you tink! and says, "From the blood of Volcano!" He takes a deep draught of the red.

"The blood of Volcano" parrots Inam, touching glasses. Cocking her head to the side, she considers his words. "You may be right in regards to Kallik...and sadly, that worries me more for Ibinu. Seems the old stories tend to have more truth in them than we'd like to admit."

Her eyes glazing over a moment as she considers the possibilities, she shakes her head slightly and smiles. "But, that's not what we're here for. Right? Let us enjoy our meal and pretend we are normal for a bit."

With a wink, she inquires "How are you these days? I am sorry, it seems I take advantage of you at times...and I don't mean to. How do you feel about life in general? Being treated well?"

Edoardo laughs in his rich baritone - that loud, carefree laugh of city ifrits. He cocks his head. "Or maybe it is me, taking advantage of you? I get to spend my time guarding you, and spending time with you is what I like to do anyway! And I get paid for this!" He smiles, clearly enjoying the fact that you no longer demurely look away from him these days.

He makes a so-so sign with his hand. "Eh, life is tough, life is good, life is life, si? On the one hand, I'd say the city is getting better, no inquisitors, all good things." He takes a deep breath and releases it as a slow sigh. "But I'll be damned if I don't think I'm gonna die or you're gonna die or the city is gonna burn down once or twice a week!"

He shrugs. "So, you know, just like anything else, you gotta keep the good," he indicates you with a sweep of his hand, "and you gotta let go the rest." He makes a throwing motion over his shoulder, letting go of his cares.

"What about you? Are you happy? You seem...more yourself, than when I first saw you on top of the Temple."

Offering her own deadpan expression in response, "If you are going to go deal with them bringing someone who can speak with them will help. Lack of a shared language is not going to help."

Crossing her arms and matching the taps with her fingers drumming on her arm, "Not waving around weapons would help in any case. Treating them like they are part of this city is one. If you are wanting something from them then simply stating it should help. I know their side of things but I do not know what you are wanting or needing from them might help."

"I do not currently have anyone who speaks Oread. Is there anyone in those slums that at least speaks passable Common?"

Tap-tap-tap. "As for waving weapons around, my els may have acted hastily, but they were provoked. Their stories are all the same - oreads wandering around outside their borders, then throwing rocks at my soldiers, aiming to injure. One of them has a broken nose and a black eye. I will never reprimand my els and eles for protecting themselves. So, what I need is for these attacks to stop, and what I want is for those responsible to be brought here to answer for their crimes."

She tilts her head, assessing you. "Or is it only ifrits you like to put in chains?"

Sighing and letting her arms fall. Tiredness shows on her face, "I do not want anyone in chains. I will figure out the language issue. Is throwing a rock a crime that is punishable by being in chains."

Shifting tiredly on her feet, "And I am not saying they did so but your soldiers had the whole walk back to make sure their story might match."

Straightening out, "What I was told was five of Ardere Watch came and did so with weapons drawn. They moved towards the Elder. They spoke the ifrit language only. An elder among the tribe had to stand in-front of the Elder Tree and simply wait them out."

Now tapping her fingers on her sides, "That tree is part of Forest. The elen are so divided and that hurts us as a whole. That tree, it is called a Quiet Elder, and it matters as much as the massive volcano. And I have spoken with it and all it wants is to grow without fear that the city will not destroy it. And it wants to do so in a way with peace from everyone around it. It has no want for violence and blood. Nothing grows well in bloody ground."

The lieutenant--Captain now, you have to remember--narrows her eyes. Shaking her head, she says, "Seems like you believe what you are saying. I knew the phoenix girl was an idealist, but I thought an oread would be a little more grounded in reality."

"Do you want a practical solution? If there are oreads that hate ifrits or hate the Watch so much, then they can contribute a few members to the Dims Watch. The reason why I have to send elens around is because the Dims, as always, is understaffed and over-committed. If there's anyone in that neighborhood that knows Common wants to come over and teach us in the Ardere some useful phrases in Oread, they would be welcome. However, I sincerely hope that my els will simply not be required around the Steams anymore, and that this community will be happier being protected each other rather than frit-freets. Or is 'flame-head' still the popular slur these days?"

She unrolls her parchment once more and begins reading reports. "Now, if that was all, I'm busy."

Shrugging, "I do not use slurs so I do not know. And I will have someone come over and see about having a few of them join the watch. Though as far as I am aware they do not hate the Watch or any ifrit's for simply being an ifrit. That is a childish bigotry I thought most reserved for the unfortunate slyph's. They hate the Quiet Elder being threatened."

Turning to leave, "You did not answer my question so I assume that there is no punishment. Good to know. Thank you for your time."

Kallik will go back to the tribe and relay the information.

you do so, and Dowanhowee promises to ask around about elens 1) willing to teach Oread to the Ardere and 2) willing to join the Dims to help patrol the Stems

Inam, feel free to RP with Edoardo a little more, or conclude the lunch as you wish.

That brings us together for the 'evening' discussion. So far you have discussed: 1) how do you test the white obsidian recipe? 2) keeping it out of the wrong hands 3) the possibilities of giving white obsidian and/or a council seat to Ssark. 4) how long is the process?

Smiling softly, Inam cocks her head to the side. "Well, I think I'm starting to get more comfortable with the situation than I was. I'm still concerned about what's to come, where we're going...and terrified that I'm leading us down the path to destruction... But I'm trying to enjoy the moments as I can."

Looking the el in the eyes, her smile broadens. "I think I'm doing better than that first day."

Edoardo smiles back. "I think so too. I think we are all better."

Nodding slowly, she adds, "I just hope the history books will show we made the right decisions...it not always easy to see when you're in the moment"

"When you try to do the right thing," he sweeps his hand in a gesture of negation, "I've never seen you choose wrong. Just keep doin' the right thing, ok?" He grins.

Your meal comes - Edoardo ordered for you, after politely asking you if that was alright to do. It is simple spahetti and meatballs. "But the trick, is the little things, si? Like spicing sauce, time you spend cookin' the noodles..." He looks up at you. "Sorry, my mother was a chef, and so I have food on the brain sometimes." He strokes his chin. "I need to cook for you sometime, I think. We'll make a date, si?"

The food is delicious. A small bowl of the spaghetti is the perfect light lunch, particularly with a piece of garlic bread on the side. It is a brief excuse to enjoy yourselves. You lose track of time, and it has already been a candle and a half.

"Well, we should get going, si? Ibinu and Kallik I think mentioned meeting around this time."

ok, now we are all in the evening conversation only

Ibinu shrugs, "well, we can't really do anything until we actually see if the recipe works. I say we have Culkin get going on it while I work with Kallik and Mr. Axe to try to figure out a way back to that ifrit place to speak with the dragon."

Krz gives his crystalline, mellow C tone in agreement. The tone hangs in the room for a moment before it fades.

Her uneasiness with this plan quite obvious, Inam nods slowly. "I...huh." Cocking her head to the side, she continues. "I have a desire to check on So Khong's well being...that strike anyone else as odd? I mean after all he did prior to death....but then...huh."

Shaking her head slightly, "I still have concerns about this dragon plan, but I suppose there is no harm in a chat with the creature. After all, it is one of Volcano's..."

"Before we go though, I will have to give Edoardo a heads up so he doesn't worry as much as last time."

Ibinu, Culkin bows to you, apologizing once again for calling you 'Master' Ibinu. His clever sylph hands are already in motion after you tell him to start on Lao's recipe. He is humming some old violin composition as you shut the lab's air-tight door behind you.

Sophia gives you a quick peck on the cheek when (probably) no one is looking, and goes with Edoardo and the rest to patrol the halls, and take reports, and perhaps catch some rest of their own. Edoardo kisses Inam's hand, not caring who watches.

Inam, you rest under the protective glow of Etrah. Even with him on a nearby night table, you can feel a bit of your companion's warmth.

Kallik, your night time ritual seems thin and meaningless without Egret. No telling stories. No drawn pictures. No goodnight hugs. You sigh, and will yourself to think of other things.

It is Giantsday, Giantrites the 22nd.
It is fifth candle.

You wake slightly before bright, to prepare for the day.

I know for sure Ibinu is headed back to the Makers to judge the rogue alchemists. Kallik and Inam, let me know if you are following or going elsewhere. All: let me know any prep you are doing before heading out for the day.

Instead of his usual alchemical prep, Ibinu simply meditates instead, though while doing so he simply runs through the last day's activities, mind racing about all the things that happened. Finally, some of it begins to sink in and he resigns himself to more attempts at wrangling chaos today.

Getting up he does his normal morning cleanup and eating, though he does ask for advice about handling the rogue/mind-controlled alchemists in a rare show of holy crap I don't always know what I'm doing even though it seems like I do, any thoughts?

"So, these chemists probably aren't followers of my lady, which means they won't be as cowed like the rest of that group when I issue commands and such. Though, I'm pretty sure they'll do what I say, but how the heck do I inspire them to even continue working?"

As they eat and talk though, his mind starts coming up ideas about tasks that can be given.

Quietly remaining curled in a ball on her bed and listening to the movement around her. Finally opening her eyes at the question, "You leaning towards logic are usually good enough to persuade most. Fear of the divine, even not the ones followed, is more than enough to bring elen to heel."

Sitting up and revealing she had been sleeping curled up on the white axe. Rubbing her face, "Beyond that you have authority as a member of the council and as one of the Blessed."

Offering a tired smile, "I could stand and glare behind you. Cause most elen seem to think I am a volatile danger at best. Might as well use that if I can."

Sophia brings a quick report on Culkin she tasked a subordinate to gather. He is still working. The process takes a long time.
She also brings a large basket of fruits, especially kiwis, for the group.

Sleeping under the glow of the phoenix, Inam drifts into a deep slumber. Thrashing about from time to time as the alchemists mind tricks play out in her mind over and over. 'Stupid! Stupid! Should have seen...'

Suddenly, a hazy figure appears before her, shrouded in blinding red light. She tries to see it....to peer into the glow...to see....alas the brightness forces her to shield her eyes. A voice echos around and through her. "It's not your fault little one. You have seen trouble, you have been tested, you are doing well. The tests are far from over, but allow me to bless you for your efforts."

Sitting bolt upright, she blinks a few times. Looking around the room, the paladin frowns. 'What happened...nothing? Nothing's changed....except Ibinu. Hmm...'

Shaking her head to clear it, the words of her fellow sylph float to her ears. "Huh? Oh, well, uh...maybe just give them a reason to continue working? I mean, when it boils down to it, don't we all just want a purpose?"

Turning to Kallik, she replies "But isn't fear of the divine what lead Hearth down the path of the inquisitors the came before us? Do we really want to risk such a catastrophe again? Logic is good, I..."

Stopping to chuckle at the last comment, she smiles. "You certainly have a stage presence, my friend. If you don't mind, I think I'll join you when you talk to the trickster."

Shrugging, "I was listing option as I saw them. If fear is what is needed to bring them to heel then there would be time for them to learn that their fears were unfounded."

Ibinu nods at Inam, "a good point, purpose is definitely needed. I think I'll avoid fear for now, it tends to backfire. It works when you are there but when you leave the fear fades and resistance brews."

A much more genuine smile spread across Kallik's lips, "I rather like that. So go with the logic you are so found of."

Ibinu yawns, "I think I'll stop by and get a cup of that stuff Culkin brews before heading over. What are everyone's plans today?"

Just break it down. One activity at a time. Yeah, you have all these extra things but it's still just one thing then the next. You can do this.

Edoardo approaches, all business. "With your permission, I would like to send a vanguard before you, say twenty elens, to make sure there are no assassins or poisons set up. You have announced yourself quite...eh, loudly, and I am not wanting to take any chances. Bene?"

Ibinu looks oddly at Edoardo, "hmm... I guess that's a possibility. I got the impression though that some would bolt outta town and some would come back, tails between their legs or so the phrase goes. I didn't get a feeling that they would be planning another ambush."

He thinks for a moment and adds, "compromise then, vanguard of 5 plus my personal bodyguards and I'm going with them. A show of force will quell any resistance and give me a chance to make my case."

Edoardo bows his acceptance.

I'll plan on updating tonight with Ibinu (and whoever else wants to go) arriving at the Makers.

Shrugging at Ibinu's question, "Would you mind if I follow along?"

It is seventh candle.

The going is easy this morning - there is a hushed, expectant air settled over the city. Elens still travel to breakfast and work, following the flows of their neighborhoods, but no one lingers on the streets. A few reach out for the healing touch of the Fenice Madre, but otherwise the journey to the Makers is uneventful.

You all arrive at the spark of the candle--early in the morning, but not too severe--and find that all twelve rogue alchemists are waiting. They are all sylphs, six els and six eles. Some look scared; others attempt to be nonchalant. One el, muscular for a sylph, is angry.

Ibinu looks at his retinue and motions them to stand back. He walks up to the group and gives a half smile which is about all his lips will do as they brace against the cold, "well, I'm glad to see you all decided to stay." Dammit, it's still cold! When the heck does summer come around this dang town!

Walking up and down the line he looks at each in turn, then moves on. Planning his route to end in front of the angry one, he looks him square in the eye and says, "well, out with it. You look like you want to say something. We can't begin the process to save Hearth without at least listening to each other."

He frowns, and starts talking immediately. He is young. "Yeah! It was bad enough being a sylph in 'earth, then 'alf the damn place left without telling us a word," His sylphan brogue thickens as his anger rises, "and now we have a pluck from the Temple, freshly plucked in his plucky pajamas, telling 'ow we are gonna save 'earth. Savin' it on the backs of real sylphs, right pluck?"

Pluck is a very vulgar word, used as a slur against other sylphs who become servants of the ifrits or the temple

Ibinu did you care if Kallik comes alone?

I'm working on the assumption that both Inam and Kallik are joining - Ibinu didn't contradict either of you earlier

I did not care, I'm happy to show off to all. :P

Ibinu allows the Lady's anger to flare through him, "well that's the DAMN PROBLEM isn't it? None of y'all have taken the damn effort to get YOUR DAMN SELVES UP from bowing to every elen out there. So the question I gotta ask ALL OF YOU!" He pauses for effect, his question coming in a measured tone "are you gonna take this OPPORTUNITY to show the world what the BASTARD RACE can do, or are ya gonna go back to groveling at the side of the road, begging the other races for everything."

He steps right up to the punk, fist thumping his chest with each word, "YOU! DECIDE! YOUR! OWN! FATE!"

At the last word his claws come out in a flash and he waves his hand at the group, "I chose this fate. I sacrificed my pitiful life to seek the power that was available. Your path is likely different, but it should be a path you chose. Stay and you will do great things. Leave, you may still do great things. But either way, make a decision and stand for yourself."

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It is clearly noticeable to his allies, especially during this display, that the thin, weak, frail intellectual they had gotten used to has changed. His clothing seems to fit properly now where prior it had just draped on his frame. His exposed skin seems tougher and weathered. The scar on his face, while no longer golden and scaled, seems to flare up with living flame when you catch it out of the corner of your eye.

The boy takes a step back. His footing is light, that of a warrior's despite his age. You see a greatsword of all things strapped to his back. The brown-copper eyes hold a hint of the hawk as he says, calmly now, "Then I choose to duel with the Champion of the Lady and end her reign here and now. That will be a start of a new age in 'earth."

He drinks what you can smell from here to be a mutagen. His muscles expand rapidly, a dance of flesh. He makes no other move - he watches for your answer.

Are there actual established duel rules somewhere or is that just him challenging me to a fight?

fight

Ibinu looks at the obvious trap he just walked into, thinks for a second and then let's out a single, "HA!"

Turning to the rest of the alchemists he waves at the punk, "look at the stones on this one! I LIKE IT! That is the kind of decisive action that will turn the tide in this war against the darkness."

He turns back to the boy, "you'll get your duel. I accept the challenge. But..." he pauses and turns his back to the challenger, gesturing his hand to the very sparse crowd present, "...I don't think this is quite the venue for such a challenge. The duel will occur on the temple steps in one months time during the celebration of The Cauldron Lady's month of sacrifice. Such a great crowd will be assembled. And on that day, we will see if the Cauldron Lady favors me or if I'm just another waste of a sylph."

He walks down the steps dismissing the other eleven alchemists, "your judgement will be on hold until the duel is resolved."

You can tell that your response was not expected - he wanted to take you off-guard, and either get you to back down, or fight unprepared. He stutters. "Um, yeah, but..."

The other eleven back away, muttering thanks and other obeisances as they go back to the Makers. They do not look at the twelfth sylph. One of the eleven asks timidly, "And what would the Lady have us do for the rest of the month?" He did not apparently get the message about making one's own destiny.

Ibinu shrugs, "clean up the mess in there and craft something worthwhile. It may determine your future."

The remaining alchemists seem to wake up from staring at Ibinu and the other Blessed. They scurry back to the Makers, and you hear them discussing what to create in the following weeks.

The muscular sylph frowns at the doorway, staring openly at the Lady's Champion. His anger--for the moment--is gone. You can see him looking you up and down, assessing for weaknesses.

Edoardo waves at the sylph, both friendly and mocking, pleased that no assassins or traps have presented themselves. "Well, that went good. With your leave though, I'm gonna send an inspection here a few times, make sure they're not going back to cooking up Smiler golems or whatever down in that basement, ok?"

Leveled. Went with Handle Animal for my 2nd skill.

the favorites are
hor croako
and
croak a cola

actually hp wise the difference was baout 2 hp so no worries

Cool, I'll be checking your newly-leveled characters most likely tomorrow.

Ibinu, could you let me know when you're done leveling?

Also, those puns were painful yet amusing.

i believe I am done and it is updated in my profile.

Now....If you were a really scared tree what would you be??.

It feels like you could be my roommate with those jokes. Also croak a cola was his first guess.

LOL.

So have you heard about the recent studies in food and health that were completed last year? It was an international study and they studied and compared lots of cultures. Part of the study was to determine what if any types f diets may contribute to a longer life. Especially in America and Great Britian whom where the heads of this study. Here are just a few.

Japan -- eats fish and vegetables and drinks sake -- live longer than Americans and Great Britians

Ireland -- heavy fatty meats like lamb and mutton. Lots of meads and ales as well as copious amounts of beer. They live longer than Americans and Britians .

China -- Lots of vegtables, Rice, wine from fruits and rice, and yes they to live longer than those running the study.

So after compiling all the data. One conclusion was reached. You can eat and drink whatever you like and it doesn't effect your longevity. But speaking English will kill you early.

¡Excelente! Me gustan los resultados.

Does it help if you speak more than just English? :-P

Edit:: My grammar needs work. Be a long time since I spoke spanish regularly

I speak several languages so I think I am ok.
Agsao iti Ilokana bastamn ok lang iti akoi
Magsalita akong maraming wika subalit akala kong na mabuti na ako.

For the record, this is my first time playing a LG character. I tend to play CN or LN and seriously toe the evil line.

My last "good-ish" character was a drug dealin alchemist that tended to get unsuspecting people hooked. To be fair drugs do have some good initial affects... ;-)

I'm really enjoying the RP aspects of this campaign and the struggle of not straying to the dark side .

I guess I'm in trouble...the closest I get to bilingual is watching Dora the Explorer with my daughter.

Ibinu, could you put "Barbarian 2" in your tagline?

done deal also noticed I hadn't listed the # of rage perday so that is done as well.
This is my first pbp where the actual interaction is and has been more important and fun than most of the other stuff.
I run one that has been similar with interactions.

I AM LOVING IT so far

This game is a lot of fun. I am in so heavy rp games and it is the style I love. I actually have a tendency to, in pbp, play light hearted character mostly if it is a long ranging campagin and serious for the shorter modulus. But they tend to have a really dark past because I believe the GM should always have ammo on me. In live games my character tend to be really dark though.

I speak only english and a bit of southern english but I do not think that counts. But I knew I was doomed a long time ago.

Also Inam! Shame Shame! Those innocent people.

I cannot make the claim Ibinu makes, despite my love for this game, because I was a goblin with other goblins and we made the game into a musical so that kind of takes the cake even though it was short lived. Also I had a mount who was another player who joined the game late.

Don't worry Kallik, that character only had 1 commoner die from the drugs side affects. It wasn't my fault he couldn't pay for more....

You evil evil person ;)

It's coming up on three weeks since Brinn last posted, so if I don't hear from him by the end of the week, I will be dropping him from the game.

Since this is a shared story, I thought I would get your opinions on the following options:

1) Bot Brinn permanently, no new players
2) Remove Brinn from the main narrative, no new players
3) Remove Brinn from the main narrative, recruit a new player

I'm personally not a fan of 1), because I want the interplay of four outsiders thrust into a crazy situation to be organic, without an "DMPC" messing things up.

Naturally, I would like to see Brinn come back.

However, if that doesn't occur, I would vote for option 3.

3

I prefer the third option if he does not come back, which makes me sad.

That's an easy consensus, and I agree. 4 PCs is a good number to distribute the narrative load. I'll keep you guys posted as to when I make the official decision, or if Brinn gets back to me.

Just let us know

I'll be starting up the recruitment later tonight. I'll also be updating the gameplay tonight

before I post. How old is the slyp girl?

about 5.

Ok that is something to know. Does anyone have an issue with adoption? She is so cute! She could be our mascot!

I will not be posting til monday ish due to family and such.
Happy turkey killing day

That's unfortunate. I'll be working tomorrow with no management in the building. Prime chance to post multiple times. :-P

Have a good holiday all!

Happy killing and eating bird days to those that do that. I should be able to do some posting tomorrow so we can do some chatting Inam.

I actually love mages working like that. Magic just happens and they do not understand why. I am excited for Kallik getting magic eventually.

Going off duty. Be back later. :-D

Kallik, I felt it would be a good fit with this character due to the lack of training. I've tried doing it that way with sorcerers before, but playing in person tends to reduce the RP aspects a lot. :-/

I look forward to seeing your Bloodrager aka stone face develop. :-)

I honestly love your character. She is adorable and the chicken is hilarious.

I like Inam and Kallik. They are fun counterparts in our group.

BTW Inam...According to my character backstory It was a God that cursed him with rage as punishment for his disrespect. So I am continuing with it but also I have taken a dislike to So Kang so I am seeing what it takes to get under his skin.

No need to explain Ibinu. A little turmoil between characters is a good thing.

Yay angst! It is oddly me favorite. Also So Khong deserves it. We have to counterbalance Inam's being nice to him ;) You are a good paladin Inam.

But I wanted to keep the kid. She could be our mascot!

sometimes things just piss you off. So Khong just did. Hope it wasn't to brash

No worries, you never have to apologize for reacting appropriately toward someone like So Khong.

I'm going to post tomorrow night - gives Inam a chance to react as well, and I think crafting the right response to Kallik and Ibinu will take a little time. This is fun :)

I am glad you are enjoying our belligerence. I am enjoying too, probably far more than I should.

How goes the recruitment?

A little slow - maybe less people are interested in joining an existing game (as opposed to starting a new campaign)? I'm waiting on a couple submissions, hopefully hear something by this weekend.

If they work out, I'll let you know, but I'm not necessarily going to let someone join just because they were the only person to post a submission to the table.

Understandable. Not sure why it is slow. I have joined a few games late and it has bee a blast.

glad you aren't letting just anyone join. that usually goes rough from my experience both as a player, an add in, and a dm. Especially if they know they are the only one that "applied"

Inam needs a hug!

just not applied with a boot

Update on the recruitment:

A couple candidates backed out, and the current ones keep delaying submitting their background, which I don't find very promising.

So, for now, we'll continue with 3. I'm not a fan of DMPCs, so I need to think on a good way to continue the story and remove Brinn gracefully. Until then, he'll still be around, and I'll do my best to RP him. He's not going to just get deleted from the scene because his player isn't around anymore.

he could have easily gotten a job at a local inn and the pay been good enough he couldnt say no.

Lots of things that could occur in game in the city.

Thanks for playing along with my wild blood wiping fantasy... :) most dm's either wouldnt play with it or would just tell me it couldn't do anything. I like throwing the odd ball thing out there whenI feel it fits thematically with character or toon and really am enjoying haveing a group and Dm that flows with it

at first I thought "ehh "
about this game and joined more out of boredom than anything else. But i am glad it is going so well...I'm not bored now

The blood thing was awesome and I would not have thought of that :D

And as tot he recruitment, that is unfortunate and I understand your reasoning. We can either go with three, someone could get a cohort and play two, or have a DMPC which you are not fond of. And that is understandable.

It was just too good an idea to say "no" to. You guys are the protagonists after all.

I'm going to wait till tomorrow to post my response. Looks like my company might be selling out so I had a few tonight and my thoughts aren't forming very well at the moment.

And....back to drinking. If you are going to do something, go all the way, right? :-P

Hope things get better. Don't drink too much and make yourself sick.

I appreciate your concern. Personally, haven't drank that much in a given night since I was in my 20's. :-P

For the time being, nothing I can do about the work situation. Just need to keep my eyes and ears open and hedge my bets.