Dotting. I have been absent for an inexcusably long time. I will try this weekend to catch up.
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Alain looks satisfied at his guess "That be a cunning lock. I wonder what is in the drawer." He reaches over to pull the drawer open more, assuming no one objects
Sorry.
Alain grunts softly "That symbol is one of bane and woe. Be wary of it"
The Van Richten Lab: .
Alain investigates the desk and the odd drawer
Alain follows quietly with the group headed to the lab
I've got my mom moving into my house with me and my 10 year old son. I'm desperately trying to clean out my house and garage so I can fit my mom into it by the middle of next month. I'm so tired... MAZELTOV!
The quiet man remains silent, but assists anyone with any task he can
My apologies guys. Out of town for a bit, and just finishing up some stuff
Alain nods at his traveling companion’s words “Knowledge is a valuable weapon, especially where the undead are concerned. The doc knew his business, and whether he is here still or his ka has flown we shall follow his path to the clearing”
Alain is the silent type anyway so moved along we have! nods
Alain gazes at the coffin, looking for traces of anything
Alain fingers his pistol's sandalwood grip as the tense negotiation transpires. He says nothing but his eyes narrow and focus on the elder spokesperson
Alain walks in with the rest. He speaks softly, almost in a whisper “We all live our lives from their beginning to their end. Ka is always served”
Alain keeps to himself. He smokes his cigarette to almost the end and puts the butt end in a vest pocket. He looks over the assembled group with his pale winter-ice eyes. He regards the doctors house with much the same detachment, scanning the two buildings as if searching for enemies or avenues of escape
For those perhaps confused by Alain’s cryptic saying: ALL THINGS SERVE THE BEAM: All things work in harmony with the greater tides of fate. All events serve a greater purpose, even if we can't understand what that purpose might be
Alain halts his stallion at the slight priest’s words. He nods slightly “All things serve the Beam” he chucks and puts the horse to a walk again
Alain turns and addresses Bastian
“The doc left us a note. Thisaway “ He leads his horse in a slow walk towards the bridge
Alain walks his horse up to the signpost to get a look at the pinned papers
Alain stows the poke in a belt pouch when Cole returns it. He turns his horse about and walks it along the path, a trail of smoke reeling out behind him
The human man next to Ogre is tall and rangy. His face is weathered from a life outside. It is hard to gauge his exact age - anywhere from 30-50 years. His hair is a shock of white, his eyes a light light blue almost colorless. He wears heavy-duty riding gear and a solid vest made of boiled leather. A duster-length leather jacket covers his back. A grey broad-brimmed hat perches atop his white hair. A strange weapon sits nestled in a holster on his hip. He nods at the others, his face as still as the tombstones littering the nearby graveyard “May your fathers never find fault in your honor” He says in a gravely tone. The strange greeting has the flavor of a ritualistic formula spoken by rote. After this brief greeting, Alain fixes himself a cigarette, rolling the fragrant Taldane tobacco with an experienced hand. He offers his poke and papers to the newcomers
The gunslinger looks over at Bastian and subtly nods his head back at the trio behind them "Company" he says in a gravelly voice He makes no sudden moves, but unsnaps his holster in case the company is of the unwelcome sort
Alain grunts an affirmative. The middle-aged man is not one for words. Any farmers they meet get a silent appraisal with eyes the color of a winter sky. The man follows Bastian as he leads them along towards their eventual destination, the only sound the faint jingle of his spurred boots and the rhythmic clap of his holster against his thigh as the horse trots on.
OK. Rough draft in place. I'm sure it's missing stuff because the site ate it once, and I am pretty buzzed r/n. Feel free to point out errors or missing dtuff.
working on the sheet now
Looks like the week was rough and not everyone is done with character creation. I'll start next week My apologies on my silence. It has indeed been a rough week. I will make an effort to get the basics set up on Alain. Backstory: "I can feel the faces of my fathers turning away from me" Alain doesn't talk much. He drifts into town, and he tries to help the downtrodden. Sometimes he even manages to help. But he is more haunted by his failures. Since beginning the Path of the Gun, he has seen much horror and death. But he still walks it |