I suspect the lot of you are youngsters. :P ***cough, cough*** As of this year I'm 39 for the rest of my life, no matter what the calendar says...
"Kiss me? I'm a dwarf. We may be cheap, but we are not easy." We need to get Tunder a tunic with that phrase embroidered on it when we get back to Sandpoint...
"Well don't ask me to carry it! It weighs almost as much as I do already." says Aziza with a half-grin. "Now if I could cast that ant haul spell like a wizard, I could carry as much as I want, but I'm not a wizard and there's an end to it." She cocks her head to one side, thinking for a moment, then adds; "If you're worried about some dungeon critter making off with your shiny new choppy-thing, I could write you a note saying 'Property of Thorn; do not touch!' in several languages, then add some impressive looking runes to make 'em think it was trapped somehow." Aziza frowns then with realization. "Oh, nevermind - that wouldn't work. Most of 'em probably can't read. Nope, you'll have to carry it, or leave it and come back for it later." Then as the party heads up the stairs, in a little voice she adds; "I'm hungry."
So I'm pretty sure we have to fight to the death now over the title of chief-smart-person. Please don't use the wasps. If Seldon willingly yields to Aziza the title of shiniest-gnome-in-party then I will concede chief-smart-person to you.
Ok, good luck with your move. I have very little idea how far it is from Texas to Tennessee (I'll have to look it up on Google Earth), but I know that having to move house is a frustrating and tiring business no matter how far you have to go. So take it easy, try not to murder the kids, the removalists, your old neighbours, your new neighbours, the real estate agents, your pets, everyone else on the roads, your spouse, that guy in third grade who stole your lunch money, Winnie the Pooh, the babysitter... you get the idea. If things go badly, you can always log on and murder us instead! Hang on... no! Forget I said that...
Oh well. Please disregard the appearance by that feisty little gnome sorceress and her Varisian acrobat companion. They are both getting 50 lashes for getting loose from the basement I had them locked up in before... "Help! Help! We're being repressed! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Aieeee...!"
173. After finding shelter from the wind and rain in the lee of a bluff with an overhanging rock-face, the party sets up camp and nominates sentries as usual. During the night each sleeping PC has the same dream, involving a savage yet beautiful woman wearing ancient tribal regalia, who stares intently at them across a campfire as she speaks in a long-forgotten language. The next day the storm has cleared, and as they each compare their dreams, the morning sun falls full upon the rock face nearby, revealing a panoply of faded, ancient rock-paintings depicting some sort of shamanic ritual.
An old cowboy movie meme stand-by: 115. After a quiet night spent under the stars, one of the PCs is awakened by something wriggling under their legs as they stir. A venomous snake, spider or other creepy-crawly has decided that the warmth of the PCs bedroll makes a nice retreat from the cold night air. I love fey pranksters: 116. During the night, the local fey play mischievous but harmless pranks, such as sewing someone up in their bedroll, painting everyone's face blue with berry juice, or dropping dead mice down the back of whoever is awake and on watch. The constant annoyance prevents anyone getting a full night's rest. I tried to skim through the list above; apologies if I've repeated an event.
Hearing the discussions about bicycles, of all things, Jack will give up his largely fruitless attempts to analyse the data from the Avalon, and see what he can knock up from available materials by way of a small, electric powered tricycle (for greater stability on uneven ground) designed to carry a person in an EVA suit.
After spending several hours in close proximity to Doc Williams during the last watch, Jack was feeling a certain sense of sangfroid due to the stilted interaction between them. He still wasn't sure precisely why she had a stick up her nether regions where he was concerned, unless for some unfathomable reason she thought he was some kind of suicidal, ship-killing terrorist. While sabotage couldn't entirely be ruled out as the cause of the Avalon's destruction, unlike Williams, Jack preferred to reserve making snap judgments on anyone among the handful of survivors, at least until he'd reviewed the black box data. As soon as his watch is over, he grabs his tablet, downloads all the available data, and retreats to a console in the engineering spaces of the pod...
GM only please:
By lunchtime Aziza is feeling a little frustrated by her inability to compete at most of the games on offer. She can't even lift the mallet for Ogre's Hammer, let alone hit the bell, and the longbows for Devil's Hunt are twice her height. She could use her magic to gain an advantage, but since none of these longshanks have any talent themselves, they'd consider that cheating. She'll amuse herself by using Ghost sound to make rude and embarrassing noises to drown out the foul-mouth man running the Ogre's Hammer every time he swears, making it sound as though he's bleating like a goat instead, at least until he realizes Aziza is standing behind him grinning. She'll run between his legs and back into the crowd before he can retaliate, giggling loudly, and look around for another longshanks to prank.
As Jack rushes from point to point around the escape pod, trying to coordinate the efforts of Aden, Wynn and Isaacsohn, he can't help but roll his eyes heavenward in mild exasperation as he listens to the conversation between the scientists. Thankfully they were all capable enough, or they wouldn't have been aboard the Avalon in the first place, but to listen to them talk you wouldn't know that they were all in mortal danger. Wynn sounded more like a bloody half-stoned hippy pontificating about 'harmony'... Granted that each of them had IQs that put Jack's in the shade, but their demeanor in the current situation was beginning to put his teeth on edge. <They'd probably pause to discuss the elegance of evolution and vivacity of life at the same time as some tooth-mawed alien monstrosity was stuffing them down it's gullet for lunch!> Just then the data conduit he was working on came back to life. Sealing the panel back up, Jack gathered his tools and moved on to the next critical repair on his list...
The blue-haired little gnome snuggled down further into the enveloping mass of the feather mattress and curled up under a cocoon of blankets. Occasionally the tip of a pointed ear, just peeping out from beneath the blankets, would twitch slightly, and a slumbering Aziza would softly murmur something like "Newts? I'll turn you into something far worse than a newt, mortal!" or a giggled "Hehehe... they all go 'boom'!" Strange yet pleasant dreams they must have, these sorcerers... at least the little contented smile on Aziza's face suggested that it must be so.
Aziza told Mirela that she didn't snore. Was she telling the truth? Fortitude save versus DC 10: Apparently yes. So all that Mirela will have to put up with overnight are the occasional arcs of electricity surrounding Aziza as she dreams of AWESOME COSMIC POWER!. Ahem, excuse me, it's been a long day. :)
Watch 27... Watch 27... All members please report to the Main Concourse to receive further instructions. Thank you. Yeah, yeah... lemme get my pants on first. :)
Ahem, as much as I love anime... :)
You cannot build a Bard in GURPS without more points than my calculator can handle. CANNOT!!!. The problem is that with every feature available to every player, they have to be priced according to power based on that availability My Shadowrun group (I miss you guys!) tried an experiment where we converted our characters from our alternate week Pathfinder game into SR 4th ed rules as closely as we could. While this resulted in way too many physical adepts in the party, it was an interesting exercise, as it illustrated (for me at least) how big the differences between some of the Pathfinder classes were. Saluzi's comment just reminded me of that, for some reason.
"I... I'm sorry," Smoke stammered, shocked. How did Magnus read his mind? Why was Smoke thinking so plainly? It was obviously rude. He took on the demeanor of a kicked puppy as he nursed a tankard, far away from everyone else, where he belonged. Why was he such a jerk? Where had he gone wrong?! When Smoke next raises his tankard to take a sip, a smiling female gnome's face forms out of the foam on top of the ale, then crosses it's eyes and pokes it's tongue out at him. If he looks around, he spots Aziza grinning at him and a little voice in his ear says "Hey longshanks, don't take everything so seriously, I thought this was meant to be a party!" (Prestidigitation and Message ftw).
"Heh, 'Free ale'! Now I know how to cast a summon dwarf spell." Aziza waves a barmaid over and orders the ale for Rogar and Magnus.
I'm divine and melee! I'm safe! I'm safe! (Say, do you think we can send those killer wasps by international mail?). I'm rooting for Aziza, because gnomes (and also because please don't send me wasps). <Aziza appears strangely swollen and muffled in multiple layers of bandages covering all of her exposed skin> I regret to announce that the first batch of radioactive mutant killer wasps have been... err... retired, due to unanticipated problems arising from the premature field testing recently undertaken... <A fitful buzzing noise in the background interrupts her, followed by a brief shriek and a desperate 'thump, thump, thump' sound> I repeat, the killer wasp project has been returned to the lab for further development, preferably in the far, far distant future. On an unrelated note, I happen to have an opening for a new research assistant, no experience necessary. I can offer long hours slaving over a hot cauldron, all the newt eyes and bat wings you can eat, and a cold, draughty place by the dungeon door to sleep. Any applicants? <A weak groan from somewhere nearby ends with a sudden wet, cracking noise and a muttered 'Now stay dead!' in gnomish>.
Aziza Plumbockett-gnome Sorceress-IN-only gnome submitted; new to PbP which means he won't know what a bad job i'm doing as DM on my first PbP. Yay! I made it through the FIRST round. Now for the second... Good thing I was the only gnome to apply... what? <muffled noises as hand goes over microphone> No Igor, I said to dump the bodies, DUMP them, not... stop that, bad Igor, no biscuit!<feedback noises as Aziza beats incompetent minion> Ah... now, where was I? If I succeed my plan to take over the world can finally commence! MUAHAHA... wait, is this microphone still on!? D'OH!
So... the long and short of it is my schedule is really forgiving, so aside from some manner of disaster or drop-bear-attack I'd like to think I'm a pretty reliable poster. You forgot to account for hoop-snakes in the front yard, bunyips attacking from the dunny, and yowies stealing your car keys... oh, and of course, dingoes eating your character sheet. Just FYI Twigs I'm in Canberra at the moment... yeah, I know, I should be ashamed of myself. Also since it's 4am here I too have insomnia. |
