So this game is dead then,
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I am running a 48 hour GM test to see what games I am going to keep playing.
I think it's fair and give to GM a chance to keep me.
guys I am sorry to do this to you but my work load is nuts, I will be off line for about 2 mouths, please bot my PCs
Merry Xmass and happy new year
Keep silent and looks around playing his part
The little dragon gets close to the door and then sends its mind out to who's ever is on the other side of the door.
The party only:
::"lets see who is behind and and what they are thinking humm"::
::"Story for us all, Ezebelle is a mage looking for body party to buy, im her familiar, Goran and Ironfist body guards, Maria her assistant and apprentice. If all gos well this is just a shopping trip and we can have a look see if he has fresh meat. Ill take a look in his mind and see what he has been up to. However If Goran's in-stinks are right then something if off and we may be in for a fight. If everyone is happy with this simple plan we can start, if you have suggestions for the group of us now's the time"::
::"Lizy you think you can pull of a mad alchemist come necromancer mage, I'll get in my Familiar role. Body guards and assistant for the fine lady, what ya think":: He jumps over to Lizzy and raps himself around a stool close to her.
::"Sounds like our best shot,
::"Well Botheration, that is bad news, Look we had best finish with the dead, here, I don't know about you be the sight of the just killed makes me a little qusey. Let have the Watch take them away... hold on I just had an idea. I was assuming this is a random act or a targeted kill. What of if was nether, what if it was a butchering, long arm and strange blade. Lets have a look at the body's and see of ALL the bits are there, this may have been a harvesting over a killing."::
::"Nice to meet you Goran, and an Adventure we shall have, myself I like scaly but there you are, so lets go see what the others have found out, if we are lucky the locals will have seen something"::
Erik turns a unimpressed look on the tiny creature. "You're not a people person, huh?" he states, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Like my father used to say," he begins, distaste clear in the half-giant's voice at the memory, "if ya ain't got nothin' nice t' say, shut yer hole." The Little Dragon smiles and puts his small head on a beer mug, looking at the giant of a man as he talks. When he's done it says to that all can hear. Chuckling he says, all sarcasm gone in an instant. ::"I like you Mr Ironfist, your OK, was worried there for a moment you might be and grim stuck in the mud type, but you can give as good as you get and I always like that in a person. Me and Ezebelle are with you, this blighter has to be caught as soon as possible. See Ezebelle has gone out to track him as we speak, What of you Mr wild-man, did we get your name? and are you up for an adventure with Mr Ironfist and the rest of us":: He jumps off the bar and go's over to the wild and odd looking man.
Ezebelle:
::"Really Ezebelle, come on we have a real life murder mystery on our hands. Bards go on forever about this stuff, we can have out names sung in all the inns of the lands. That and the fact that woman over there was the mother to the 2 kids outside with there grandma. Who at the very moment is trying to tell them mummy has gone away. I what this **** of a **** just for that alone.. on the big mans taking..":: ::"Did he even hear what I said, really sometimes I give up, always two steps ahead, thats me":: Zen just look at the big man as he talks with his mouth open, he blinks a few times as if trying to believe what his ears are hearing. Then still looking at the big man with her delivering look a voice from around his neck come. "Wow, just got there in the end then, thought just landed 'let's get him, lets team up' why what A great idea. Just like the one I had when we came in the door and I ask every one there name and if they would like to team up and find who did this. But my all means take the long way there big man." Zen then looks to the others "So the rest of you, anyone good talking to locals, alcomayic testing of beer mugs or good at tracking?"
Cornelius jumps over to the bar looking for the beer mug the attacker may have used. ::"Silver Disks that power a odd possibly mechanical sword, having a drink kind of kills the idea he was a construct. So now we have the how and the who, what of why, Motive, if it had been a purely random act why get a beer? Why wait, was it to give the attacker time to check its true target was here.? Then why kill everyone? was he aiming to have no witnesses. This then makes me now think who ever did this is a little more methodical than random. We need to look closer at the dead, just who are they? was the attacker here to kill a set target? Then this attacker, he did not appear at the door, he came here, so he passed thought or arrived just. lets start asking of anyone has seen him, half gent in black with one arm bigger then the others and a belt of disks. Someone may have seen him come or better still go."::
To the party ::"I think that attacker may have been a construct of some kind, or been a suit of mechanical armour, it would explain some things. The sounds, lack of viable flesh. The sword may have been mechanical in nature as well. We could be looking at a Mage toy doing this.":: He gos to lock at the root the think may have taken coming in to the room, looking for broken flag stones and smashed wood. ::"Ask the spirit to describe the sequence and path of its attackers actions from the moment it 1st spotted it until the last thing is remembers"::
I want to apologise to you all, I was really really drunk, that post was not mean for Paizo, even so it was so wrong. I had had a really bad day at work, dealing with things not my fault. Then big argument with a mate of nothing and then worried a game I like very much, this one was slowing and may stop. Again I deeply apologise. This is why I don't drink often, I feel a deep seance of shame over my actions and I fully understand of you wish me to leave the game.
can we just stop this game now, one f***ing post a week dos not a game make, this is now just a wast if time, ether get your fingers out your a$$es and post once a day or kill this limping pile of c**p. I am sick to death of game that stall and just crawl on like some sick dog. Shot it and be done with it or up your f***king posting.
Projects to all ::Sorry I was just saying my lady, I did not mean to be rude, it was just your mind felt odd when I talked to it. Mine must feel the same to you. All thoughts if cake and such. So are we going to work together or we just going to do our own and get in each others way? because if your going to get in the way, I may have to change you mind about that, something I really do not like doing:: he says to the heads of all while sitting now on a table
Ezebelle:
::"I don't know which is the act, she could have some kind of mind protection that stops the kind of things I do. It could be me reading that, or she could be like two minds on one body or it could all be an act. I am at a loss, I have just never felt anything like it, its very Alien that's all. But now she is talked to the dead, well that's necromancy, bad stuff much liked by evil mages. Again, I have yet to see her do bad things but its early days. So this sound was no a normal sound hummm" Zen looks close at how the dead where killed,
Maria + Ezebelle:
::"Wh.. What are you?, you talk and act like a human on the outside but your all hard and Tin in your head, like a book talking, the words line up but they have no feeling at all, you a made thing? you sound like that Iron Golom, I meet once. As for what I am, I am a Dragon, a small one yes! but still a Dragon. Ezebelle the Gnome you talk of and who I introduced is my friend. We travail to-giver, righting wrongs, saving the lost and stolen while being nice to children. We even have an act. You could call me her Familiar if you like. As for righting wrong, have a look around, right now we have a whole room full of dead body's some of whom have family's, children have lost parents, this we will not let pass. So you going to help, see if we can find out who did this, you look like you have skills, come on Tin-Lady lets see em":: The Little dragon sits up and looks on as Maria go's to do her thing.
Looks around at the others then gos looking around the bar for any Cake they may have. Finding some honey bread, it pulls off a bit and sitting the munching says. ::"Talkative lot you lot then, not as if we know each others till.":: Then a small pouch rises off Ezebelle's belt and comes to rest next to
Lands in the rafters in the dim light he's eyes can be seen glowing green as he looks around the room. Ezebelle:
::"Still looking, just has a chat with the Knight calls himself 'the Mountain' but says I can all him 'Ironfist', he's a half-giant by the size of him, He seems nice, only one who has talked to me so far":: He lets his mind push out into the space.
Ironfist:
::"Nice to meet you Mr Ironfist, I take it your a kind of half giant buy the size of you, We heard about this in the town work as freelance investigates in to crimes and evil doings, our speciality investigating crimes against children":: Once he is done he flys back down to a clean spot on the bar and like a cat sits own folds his wings back and looks at the others has they work. From the chain around his neck comes a synthetic voice, like the tinkling of crystal bells.
"So has anyone spotted any thing?"
Liz:
::[i]"Will do Liz, keep my beady eyes on em I will, ill us my sniffer and see if any pongs can tell me something. That fine lady is having a good old pock around, what ya think, noble, she looks like one. Big feller looks like a knight of some kind, while the other feller, he looks like come mage mushed up an elf, Human, orc, dwarf and other stuff to get him. could have been a shifting fell gone wrong. He has the feel of someone from the wilds, could be a tree hugger hehe, remember that one you made thing had grown a flower on his head. hehe, all give the room a once over"[/b] Cornelius flys round the room looking here and there, looking at the walls, running over the rafters, is like a little gold bullet ziping about.
Cornelius sitting on Erik looks over at Ezebelle @Ezebelle:
::"Looks like we have whole gang of us looking into this, what ya think, They all seem, fine, The fine lady is a bit odd, like her mind is not there, she may have some blocking magic, your going to have to talk to her, I don't think she is getting what I think at her.":: She looks Erik
@Erik:
::"Hello there, you got a name big man?":: Then Goran @Erik:
::"Hello there, do you have a name my fine fellow?":: He then flops back to Ezebelle.
Cornelius Zenareen takes off from Lizy and flys around the woman who has just come.
::"Hello all, we all seem to want to help find out what has happen here, I know I have seen it in your heads":: He lands on the big mans sholder armor and looks at the others man. ::"if we all talk to the gurds at once they're going to get confused and may be upset. So how about we not getting in the way of each other, but instead helping each other, the twon is worried, there is much fear, the sooner we find out what this all about the better for all, teamwork is the key. We all must have skills, the big man, the tracker man, the fine lady, the trixy gome and the little dragon, that's me by the way, Cornelius is the name, mine and Eseblllelle"s skills are many, being small the best of them. So what do you say, help each other for the greater good or stand alone and get in the way?"::
Sounds good, I think there. Relashonship would be deeper, now all we need is some feed back from mpc,s
So question how do you want to play guys
Do you think thats ok
I'm thinking messages sent to each of us, small kid hands us a card says, your help is needed ext,
Nods his head at this and cheep's agreement.
Then acts a bit worried as three long legs come to the inn about about the same time.
They see a Tiny gold and copper Pseudodragon with a gem in its forehead fly around them Cherping then fly back to the shoulder of Female Gnome standing in front of the table.
And thunk! this stalled fast.
Spotting the guards and the Inn, Cornelius slips back into his home for a moment before coming back out and claims up Ezebelle to sit on her shoulder.
Sits in his pathfinder pouch reading a book, to the light of an ion torch Ezebelle said they where going to Inn some place, he was taking to time to catch up on his history. He put the book down, and stock his head out. Telepathy
Are we missing someone? whos not posted. What next Cr500cricket
Cool just Need to move the crunch build to this new account carneleus |