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Pretty much what Vi said. We won our final 2-0. My brother had to be carried from the field with a knee tear/strain/dislocate/not sure midway through the first half. The lynchpin of the team. Commander, brute, warrior. That's what happens when you put your body on the line in the dogtowns. At 43, and him still being in pain even with codeine - was likely his last final. Vale. But we won.
Same. Sleep well.
Upbeat tunes. Nice. I watched the official version - LINK - sweet video that reminds me of a campaign I want to run where the characters are mythic-superheroes and Drum and Bass and Dubstep are underground disciplines of resistance agains the Darque Powers…
Well stable is better than not, I'll give you that. :) I too hope to be stable one day. ;P
Heh. Idealism is ten to a penny and weaves several billion paths... Having the motivation, the courage of your convictions…that is something else again.
True that. But in our dystopia, most professions are not paid what they are worth. Nurses, teachers, carers? How about CEOs lawyers doctors. As Bob Marley said: "Living in a world so corrupt…" Keep on keeping on Henry. :)
My football (soccer) Grand Final tomorrow. On the weekend. In Oz.
@GMV - I'm familiar with Zeitgeist - truth be told this game of GM Dust's reminded me of that AP/setting... ;p
@Alton - I saw all kinds applying. Just a lot of androids too. Just a pet peeve of mine - I want to play a primitive Kellid - the point of the AP to me is not to be the technology. Each to their own - if I had my hearts desire I'd play a Vegepygmy...
Not so interested in Cyberpunk 2020, nor do I have the books. Love all the Gibson novels though... ;) Keep me in mind for any future games folks, especially if you run or hear of Iron Gods AP where the party isn't all androids...
Glad to hear you are feeling better GM...
Let me know when Recruitment is up Amara/GMV. @GM Dust - here in Oz therapy is not as prevalent. I don't have the emotional werewithal to give myself the grace to go, though my wife thinks it would be good for me. Kudos to you for taking it on - and perhaps the new therapist will have fresh insights.
Thanks for the explanation GM. And again, thanks for the time you gave and the characterisations you provided. Take care and may you best the demons.
Wha...?!?! Oh. Ok. I liked the game well enough, and the pace was fine. Let me know if you are doing another campaign, and by all means let me know if you think I am not posting enough for your preferred rate. Thanks for the game all...
Making sure Eleanor is fine with guard duty on her (and Eisen's) own he follows the sound of Vivian's call. Arriving to see the thugs genuflecting admirably Aneirin smirks. "Nice work, Vi!"
Nye retrieves his javelins, trying not to look at the dead dwarves' faces. He gives the one bloodied javelin tip a cursory wipe with a rag before stowing it at his back again. Following the rest of the group, Aneirin grips his longspear - almost useless for turning around in the tunnels, but perhaps it will suffice to keep foes out of reach...
Been way busy at work, and at home with family stuff.
Nye sees the third dwarf run off, with Eisen in pursuit. He thinks better of also giving chase, feeling vulnerable and scared. So preferring the rather more currently risky opportunity to fell the dwarf closer, he lets fly with another javelin... Move Action Move to D13. Standard Action: Throw javelin again at Dwarf 2... [+2 Dex, -4 foe in melee]
Care to share? ;) What kinda game?
Nye hears the altercation turn sour - without thinking he runs into the chamber and hurls a javelin at the dwarf on the left. Move Action: move to C7. Standard Action: throw javelin at Dwarf 2...
[b]"Well, might the portal keep water in? Nye looks at the ground for traces of moisture/signs of rushing water.
Nye taps his mace handle meaningfully. "You bios may just want to listen to the lady..."
Aneirin's gauntleted fingers twitch, and he moves his mace into easier reach. "Wonder why it's so quiet hereabouts." he murmurs to no-one in particular.
"We don't know exactly which of the groups currently calling themselves "Rifters" is associated with Huston, and it may not be the ones we saw last night... I guess we could find out, but it doesn't seem to address the heart of the problem. They'll likely be goons. [muses thoughtfully for a few moments] I guess if we neutralize his heavies, it might help…"
I'm narcissistic enough to just assume everyone is always hitting on me… ;)
"Well, let's go and see Master Huston. Nye thinks for a minute, his brow furrowing as if an idea just landed on his head. Perhaps we could tell him the water isn't getting out when the pump isn't broken - we might be able to get him away from his steam pump to come and investigate and do a little "coercing" of our own. Otherwise we are faced with a long wait until we can catch him breaking it on purpose - or whatever his trick is. Maybe I'll ask him for a job, and snoop around. The furrow returns to Nye's face as he realizes he has forgotten an important detail. What's the pay like for this little escapade Eston?"
Nye looks down at his bare feet. Well that's comforting. They'll probably eat my feet...
@GM: It came from a tale my friend told me of being at the airport in Brazil. A very dolled up but small woman tried "the sigh" but it didn't work. So she tried it again with more gusto and a big burly man swept in and came to her aid. ;) Greater Sigh At 5th level, and every even level after that the bimbo may use the sigh one extra time per day. @Amara: I *knew* my butt looked big in this armored kilt. Thanks for telling me the truth. Thus you are a true friend.
If I have three levels in Bimbo can I still take levels in Investigator even though the Sigh for help in case impressionable male fall under my spell and lifts my luggage off the carousel ability specifically precludes any Insight abilities? Can my assimar take Bimbo if I spell it thus incorrectly? Does this armored kilt make my ass look big?
Nye is more interested in locating the critters, but he tags along to "The Simple Truth".
Nye doesn't take much in of his surrounding as he relishes the amazing taste in his mouth… On seeing Kaplan "Mmf, mmnch, mnff… [swallows hurriedly with a slight grin] Well we did run into some gangers last night - [asks his friends] what were they called again….? Anyway, apart from that, I guess we are looking for work?"
Nye takes his time over selecting three of the shredded meat/corn shells meat pockets he begins devouring immediately and a bunch of mixed fruit he intends to save for "down the road"...
Yup. Going to get some much needed shuteye. I moved away too many barrow loads of gravel. The when my back was too sore, the timber didn't get delivered, (or rather the wrong order got delivered for the second time) and we had to fill in time by…shoveling dirt onto the gravel. Too old for this… :) Night all!
Nye's eyebrows raise slightly. "A *cleric*. I thought there was something about her. So beautiful. So trapped, and likely misguided. Or perhaps it is I who is misguided. I know I'd like to let her guide me. Somewhere completely ungodly. A small wistful smile plays on Aneirin's lips as he muses on the lady. Soon he is lost in a reverie as her thinks some more horizontal thoughts about the pale, tattooed woman. Not in her vestments. At all.
El: I worked as a cleaner for a while at a swish "eco-lodge". The worst clean ups were after the meditation retreat groups. There are some fluids/matter you just cannot get out of sheepskin rugs. urgh. Note I have never participated in "behind-picture-graffiti". But it is funny. Finger wag away!!! Still, badly drawn porn is bad no matter where it is! ;)
Nye watches the show, glad to be transported elsewhere for a few moments. After the performance he hangs back, not particularly interested in talking to the players. ***** Upon waking early, Aneirin washes perfunctorily, cleans his teeth and otherwise completes his toilette before packing his gear carefully. He checks under every piece of furniture to make sure he has not left anything behind.
Just before leaving, he removes a picture from the wall and writes NYE on the wall in big letters with a piece of charcoal, then smiles to himself and hangs the picture back up. He heads out and down to the foyer, hands in his key and sits down to wait for the others.
Yeah, it's about 11;20 pm here, I should by rights go to bed… I posted a pic of something similar to Aneirin's gauntlet on the Pinterest board. I also found some Steampunk Lara Croft stuff that kinda reminded me of Rosa but its not exactly SFW… not sure why all the cosplay is so darn… out there… ;P
And wishing you a speedy recovery in this thread too GMV!!! Here's a link to Herbie Hancock's Rockit - some choice 80's mechanical craziness and early techno-sound stylings...
@GM - ok, thanks for the Campaign info. Sounds good - the white collar crime was what I was alluding to on the bare "upper tier-safer streets". And yes, actual biologicals for investigations/decision-making - mechanicals for the muscle. * know I asked this before, but I was under the impression Amara was an experiment, and thus one of a kind. Are there more raubtiers?
Exactly. As THIS discussion shows there is a distinct difference. Shadowrun is…..porridge to Cyberpunk's lofty and bare muesli. I do like porridge, but not with elves, dwarves and dragons in it. Love Cyberpunk. Cannot stand Shadowrun. What can I say, I'm an old bigot at heart.
If it were him he would like the same courtesy. Nye votes to walk the girl home.
Well duh! ;) Just don't mention Shadowrun and I'll be fine...
Also - what is the prevalence and breakdown of certain races? Are there tengu and oreads venturing about? How Mos Eisley is the world and/or Oldenburg…?
So a question on Oldenburg by-laws etc: I was kind of concerned that even in a Steampunk setting Aneirin maybe shouldn't be wearing his spiked gauntlet "out and about" but now it seems Rosa (at least) is packing serious and unwieldy heat. The toughs were armed and armored. Is it just that this tier (and the one below) is gun-and-weapon conversant? Have we seen cops/polics/gendarmes/militia? Are they flesh'nbludd or mechanicals? Are the upper tiers likely to be more "civilized" - policed/administered by mechanicals bristling with weaponry, but usually peaceful on the streets?
Nye's spirit settles as the toughs are convinced discretion is the better part of wiping brains and excrement off the gutter. He whistles tunelessly to ease his own nerves and tension. His gauntlet falls back by his side, for now inert.
Oh, and it's way beyond this ol' man's bedtime. Gotta work tomorrow, and didn't make my lunch ahead of time. Oops. Take care all, and don't let Aneirin miss out on fisticuffs… Spiked Gauntlet +1, 1d4 + 1 OR Orisons: stabilize
I love Pinterest, and follow a bunch of post-apocalyptic and warrior/fantasy image boards, but I have no idea how to use it. Any tutorials on it? It seems easy, but it is somehow arcane and esoteric to me.
Yep. No time this weekend. My better half was working overnight so I was Mr Dad's Daycare from midday Sat to midday Sun - pesto pasta for dinner last night and up first thing to be a pirate. We even went to my brother's house in pirate costume to meet a builder for my bro who couldn't be there but he never showed. We amused ourselves by finding and filling up the kids' nerf armory with ammunition (love to see a 3.5 y.o. lock and loading a Nerf crossbow) while they were gone. Of course the builder never showed, but who decides Sunday 9 AM is a good time to get construction/load bearing wall advice???
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