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Hey guys! Quick update, I mentioned I will be scarcely posting this week, as I'm just about wrapping up with university, period. In addition, my laptop had honorably passed away, luckily the day after I handed in my final report. I'll be looking into getting it fixed, but for now I'll be posting scarcely, if I find somewhere to do it from. I'd ask you to bot me, if possible, and I'll try and get on with the game ASAP. Cheers, and sorry!
Hi all! I'm just warning you, I'm about to finish my final bachelor's degree project, so my posting might be patchy in the next week-ish. I'll still try and post, but it's possible that a day or two might pass where I'd be unable to do so, so feel free to bot me!
Operation Hard Lemonade, Cork City, Viking Holdings: June 16th, 2017 9:45 PM (Mairead Kavanagh, Pádraic Meagher) Letting out a guttural growl, the wolf paces a couple of steps around the water, before sprinting back inside. As she trots into the warehouse, Mairead slowly assumes her Homid form, taking place next to Padraic and Brick Arm. Her face is a mask of fury, and her fists clenched. "It ran away...", she spits out through her teeth, leaning over. "Hold on, Brick Arm!", she says, grabbing the man's hand in her own. It's all gone to s$++e..., she thinks, nodding at Padraic who appears to be waiting on the phone for someone. Sitting on the concrete, she throws a look at the carnage, her face slowly turning white. This is mental like...
Operation Hard Lemonade, Cork City, Viking Holdings: June 16th, 2017 9:45 PM (Mairead Kavanagh, Pádraic Meagher) Breathing heavily, Mairead looks at Padraic, before letting out a guttural, angry snarl. "I'm off tae bash that thing's haed in.", she says, angrily pacing around Bill for a moment, and staring at the door. I'll tear it apart! "Can ye... do something for him, aye? Please?", she adds, as she breaks into a run, then drops to all fours as a bear-sized rusty-red maned wolf starts running after the bloodstains. As the colours in the warehouse dull, the metallic smell-taste of the blood in front of her intensify, as the wolf breaks into a mad sprint, the smell of the beast in her nostrils. Rolls:
Operation Hard Lemonade, Cork City, Viking Holdings: June 16th, 2017 9:45 PM (Mairead Kavanagh, Pádraic Meagher) Taking a quick look at Padraic, Mairy's eyes widen, as the huge warwolf transforms back into Mairead, clad in a tank top, torn jeans and boots. "Jaesus, are ye okay?", she exclaims at Padraic, rushing forward to look at his wounds. "Ye'll be okay, aye?", she asks, seeing his wounds starting to regenerate with a breath of relief, before seeing Brick Arm lying on the ground. "Should I go after... it?", she asks in a panicked voice, "Nod if aye?", she adds a second later, as the grunts from his mouth indicate he can't speak. "Oh, s@#+e, s~%!e...", she mumbles, staring at the carnage behind her, as her eyes look around the room for cameras. "I shouldnae've done that!", she continues, turning around to see the carnage. Oh, s@&&e, s!$@e, s&*&e... Something rises in her stomach, as she turns paler than usual. "Padraic, what was that?", she looks at the young man with wide open eyes, hoping he'd know more about it than her. I'll go and tear that thing to shreds!, she thinks as she crouches down to Bill, biting her fist.
That, and the GM can't give me a brother and take him away that quickly! Don't forget that Glabro also gives you 2 extra Stamina to soak with, too!
I think I've got the Rage expenditure alright this time, Mairy had 8 (5 Starting, 3 from Moon), and now should be left with 2. I'll probably purchase Gnosis. I'm also very much looking forward to the moment combat's quieted down and she can panic about breaching the Veil, murder, and security cameras. Also supernatural beasts. And general panic.
Operation Hard Lemonade, Cork City, Viking Holdings: June 16th, 2017 9:45 PM (Mairead Kavanagh, Pádraic Meagher)
The barrage of bullets rains on Mairead, seemingly doing nothing to slow her down. In fact, a couple of bullets start dropping from the bleeding wounds, as she snarls viciously. "Behind me, Pad!", she howls at the smaller Garou, as she leaps forward, with seemingly no regard to safety. With a swoop, Mairead's hand grips the injured man's head in its entirety, as the half-foot claws embed themselves in the skull, raising the man above the ground. As she squeezes, a spray of red and gray sloshes onto the floor from the ruined head. Throwing the mauled corpse several feet away, Mairy takes a leap at the second guard, bringing her other hand to bear. The guard reactively brings his weapon to block the attack, which does little to help against the Rage of a wounded Garou in the middle of her pack. The claw batters through the lifted machinegun as if snapping a twig, continuing downwards through the man's chest, where the blood-curdling sound of ribs, flesh and guts being severed and spilled on the ground. Wasting no time, she leaps towards the third man, teeth bared. Latching onto the man's shoulder, and pinning him to the ground, she rips out the arm with a snap of her jaws, sinking the claws deep into the man's screeching lungs, silencing him forever. Not finished, she leaps once more onto the final gunman, pinning him under her massive bulk, her hands pinning her opponent on the ground. Her muzzle snaps at the air in front of his face, as blood droplets fall onto the man's terrified face. "Drop it!", she snarls, snapping her jaws once more to accentuate the alternative. Snapping her head back, she turns to Padraic, and then to stare at Brick Arm fighting the creature. "Subdue. Him. I'll help. Bill.", she grunts. Dice: -First Target being the injured hitman.- -Second Target being the other person firing at her.-
-Third Target being the hitman targeting Padraic. We gotta protect our Theurges. -
-Fourth Target is the man Padraic is attacking.-
Really, really sorry for being so late with my post, I thought I'd done it two days ago, but it turns out I didn't... Mairy shifting to Crinos would be a pretty damn traumatic situation for her. Almost as traumatic as taking a bullet to the vitals.
Operation Hard Lemonade, Cork City, Viking Holdings: June 16th, 2017 9:45 PM (Mairead Kavanagh, Pádraic Meagher): "Shi...!", comes out of Mairead's mouth, before the sound is drowned in the cacophony of gunfire. Ducking to the ground, Mairy feels a heavy hit in her left shoulder, but doesn't feel the burning feel of pain until a part of a second later, when a bullet jabs itself in her gut. Letting out a scream of pain, she stares at the man in the heavy leather jacket, as she starts sprinting towards him. Kill!, she thinks, as mid-run her clothes sunder at the seams, as a ten-foot tall ginger Garou pounces forward away from torn clothing scraps, a paw the size of a car tire flying towards her assailant.
Operation Hard Lemonade, Cork City, Viking Holdings: June 16th, 2017 9:45 PM (Mairead Kavanagh, Pádraic Meagher): Nodding, Mairy carefully drags the man from the forming puddle of lunches past, dragging him into the corner. Taking the liberty of tying the man's arms with his own shirt, she moves back to the rest, seeing Brick Arm peeking through the window. "Uh, Bill?", she asks in a hushed whisper, staring at the crates. "Ken ye what they usually ship the weird stuff in, like?", she says, pulling out her phone with a smile. "'Cause we can read what's on the crates, if that'd help. Lemme just downlood the app, like.", she hisses, staring around the room for any additional guards, cracking her knuckles.
Operation Hard Lemonade, Cork City, Viking Holdings: June 16th, 2017 9:45 PM (Mairead Kavanagh, Pádraic Meagher): Mairy nods rapidly, sighing in relief as the bullets get pushed out. Sure. He looks fine. Or at least pissed off enough. She grumbles, then grins at Padraic. "Well ye seem tae be able tae handle yerself.", she shrugs, before looking at the building. "Should we hurry? They're nae going tae call the police, 'cause they're smuggling, right?" Clearly lost, Mairy decides to take a couple of steps forward towards the door, and peek through any windows she might see.
Operation Hard Lemonade, Cork City, Viking Holdings: June 16th, 2017 9:45 PM (Mairead Kavanagh, Pádraic Meagher): Seeing gunshots land in Brick Arm, Mairead nearly panics. Not used to firearms herself, she sprints out from behind the corner, a barely coherent roar leaving her mouth. "You shot him!", she howls as she stampedes towards the man, heavy boots ringing through the courtyard. Her sprint ends in a vicious punch, as she swings her massive fist towards the guard's face.
The fist lands, straight center into the man's face, the accompanying sound of bones and cartilage breaking bringing both fear and frenzy into Mairy's head. The man flies whole two feet backwards, as his head impacts the pavement, accompanied by a red-white spray of shattered teeth and blood. Mairead breathes heavily, her bloodied fist still curled. "Jesus! You okay, Bill?", she hisses, rushing towards Brick Arm to stare at the bullet wounds, panic in her eyes. "That c*%+ shot ye, didnae he?", she starts patting the big man for injuries. This is why we shouldnae have guns on the streets!, she thinks. "Ye're... Ye're going tae shift, aye?", she scratches her head, turning to stare at the man lying on the ground. The thought of making sure he's still breathing ends when she can't decide whether she wants him to live or the reaction to finish him off for attacking her pack.
Hey, no worries! Usually in PbP, we post in block initiative - Characters with higher Init than monsters, monsters, characters with lower initiative than monsters, or the second option, comparing the average init of both monsters and PCs, and then one acts before the other. Don't know if that works for ST system, or whether the initiative is more important here than anywhere else, so that's just my observations! I'll choose to go with the reinforced clothing, since I like my Dex rolls, and already made the stealth check without a penalty. How do we spend XP? After (inbetween) scenes, I'd imagine, or when there'd be reasonable to have enough time to train? At any rate, Mairy's first purchase will be Gnosis from 1 to 2, which would cost 2 points. I'll re-figure out how combat works, and post, so you don't have to double post! EDIT:
Thoughts I didn't put in the spoilers:
Punching people is her speciality, so I think 10's counted double, so that makes it 8 DoS. 6 if I'm wrong! Not sure if 10's double on damage, I'm assuming not. So that's 7 damage, or 6 if 10's don't count double on the brawl, which would be enough to send someone unconscious, usually. Although you could argue such an attack could be lethal, so that Mairy has to live with killing a man. She'd use another rage point for another attack if he's still conscious, so you could roll for that. I think that hit could've knocked her out in a single hit, so I'd assume the guard is out, although this guy is ferociously competent. Also, regarding spoilers, I try to put my ramblings in those, so I don't clutter up the thread - everyone's free to read them, of course!
Operation Hard Lemonade, Cork City, Viking Holdings: June 16th, 2017 9:45 PM (Mairead Kavanagh, Pádraic Meagher): Nodding, Mairy moves closer to the corner, standing next to Brick Arm. Well I don't want to be that guard., she thinks, as she cracks her knuckles, ready to pounce at the guard as soon as Brick Arm takes the lead.
Operation Hard Lemonade, Cork City, Viking Holdings: June 16th, 2017 9:45 PM (Mairead Kavanagh, Pádraic Meagher): Following Brick Arm's lead, Mairy leaps out of the vehicle, doing her best to stick next to the dirty walls. This brings me way back..., she thinks, as memories of sneaking behind old apartment blocks, chopshops and warehouses appear in her mind, before she shakes them off. Cracking her knuckles, she nods as she sees the warning to stop, leaning on the wall.
Same sentiment about the spoilering from me. I feel like a beaten dog (har-har) after my work over the weekend, but it's all back to normal!
Operation Hard Lemonade, Cork City, Viking Holdings: June 16th, 2017 9:45 PM (Mairead Kavanagh, Pádraic Meagher): Mairy nods, noticing the change in Brick Arm's behaviour. It's better than joking around when it's danger, I suppose. Everyone has a fighting mood., she thinks, as she looks at the body armour. "Aye, this I'm used tae. Usually stab-proof, rather than bullet-proof... I mean resistant, ken.", she says, strapping a vest on top of her tank top with proficiency, and reaches over for a larger shirt. "I've been told tae nae go Crinos unless it's a manner of life and death, like.", she mentions as she buttons the navy-coloured shirt. "I dunnae trigger the Delirium, so if we're in town, it's a bad, bad idea, ken.", she shares nonchalantly, biting her lip as she waits a response. Taking a jacket, she shrugs at her torn jeans. Well, it's not like someone'd be staring., she thinks as she takes them off, putting on a pair of suit trousers. Worst case, I'm running around Cork in my undies and a pair of combat boots. Plus, they should hold in Glabro, right? At the explanation what banes are, as her eyes dart around as information enters her head. "Eh, that was about what I remember from the lectures. Cheers.", she nods, buttoning up her shirt higher and pulling her braid down her shoulder. "Well, I'm guessin' I'm ready. I'll just stand next tae ye and look mean, ken, until ye say otherwise.", she defers to Brick Arm, then sighs, pacing in place. I need tae punch someone. I wonder if we handle it peacefully, if Bill's gonna be willing to spar. Eh. Enough thinking, focus on the now.
Operation Hard Lemonade, Cork City, Viking Holdings: June 16th, 2017 9:45 PM (Mairead Kavanagh, Pádraic Meagher): Mairy stares at the beer for a second, then follows Bill's lead, drinking it in one go, nodding after she finishes. During the car ride, she look around the town through the window, occasionally nudging Padraic and asking about the area. Her curiousity rises as the SUV stops, as she raises an eyebrow at the keycode. "That's some James Bond stuff, eh?", she whispers to Brick Arm, as she follows the two inside. Nodding at the inside, she grins wider. "Aye, definitely James Bond stuff.", she confirms, as Brick Arm tells the situation. "I'm feeling I'd like tae meet Roberta at some point.", she mentions. As the outfits and weaponry drawers open, Mairead shakes her head. "I dunnae like guns, like. Or knives, either." Or claws, but don't mention that... "Ye recommend a suit an' all fer me?", she asks, gesturing over her attire, which, while perfectly acceptable for a pub or a walk, is hardly ideal for a night on the docks. "I wouldnae mind beating up some smugglers, but I'm wonderin' if ye need to make it official-like.", she smiles, nodding at Brick Arm's suit. "And...", she looks at Padraic and Bill with an embarrassed look on her face. "Eh... What's a bane? I ken it's like an inverse nature spirit, unless I've got it mixed with something."
Hey guys, I'm working two 13 hour shifts with 10 hours between them for the next two days, so I might be patchy regarding posts! Just warning!
The Poor Relation Pub, Cork City, Viking Holdings: June 16th 8:45 PM (Mairead Kavanagh, Pádraic Meagher): Mairy listens to Padraic's story, nodding as he mentions his family and the states. "Oh, I get it, pal.", she replies with a grin, as he mentions Liam. "Ye got a picture? I promise I'm nae gonna grab him under me arm an' drag him tae the top o' a skyscraper, like. We dunnae have those in here.", she chuckles, "Aye, joking, like. Badly! Good on ye, though. Must be hard o' him nae knowing 'bout all this, eh?" As Padraic's tale turns towards his First Change, she perceivably goes whiter, and reaches over to finish her pint in a single swig. "Aye...", she says, clearly zoning out and going down memory lane. "That's... uh...", she tries squeezing out a couple more drops from the glass. "Good that... uh, you kept in touch...", she mentions aloofly, as images flash to her mind for a moment, as her
"Ye're joken, right?", she replies, nodding enthusiastically as she pushes aside the pint, grabbing her jacket. "Aye, I do! Beats vandalisin' the glassware.", she grins at Padraic. "Wouldnae mind a wee bit of a scuffle, but I'll follow yer lead, like.", she nods assertively.
The Poor Relation Pub, Cork City, Viking Holdings: June 16th 8:45 PM (Mairead Kavanagh, Pádraic Meagher): Mairy nods, as Bill warns her about the Silver Fangs. "Aye, aye. I've got me a wee list fer what's who in the Tribes, in me head like. A bit stereotypical an' all.", she defends herself. "It's easier tae remember, ken! I'll try tae avoid pissin' in the wrong porridge an' all, dunnae worry. Shouldnae be hard, I imagine, I gathered us Ahroun aren't the type tae do philosophical disputes.", she shrugs. As Padraic mentions the spirit world, Mairy grins. "So you're good with spirits. I wouldnae mind a lesson or two, ken, if ye've got time." She smiles guiltily, and when Red Deer is mentioned, she looks at Padraic with a quizzical look. "Aye, well, I'm guessin' one rarely calls their patron just tae hang oot.", she nods, clearly not as knowledgeable on the topic as she'd like to be. As Bill leaves, she looks at Padraic with a smile. "So, uh. What's yer family like?", she asks, leaning back to look Padraic in the eyes. "An' yer laddie, too. Is he one of, ken...", she does a whirling motion around the table, indicating she means Kinfolk, "Or ye dunnae have the, eh, 'temper' issues like I do?", she asks, then she laughs out loud. "I had a thing with a guy, Rab, a Kin, couple o' years back.", she shares, taking in another sip with a grin. "Wee bit of a lazy tosser, but funny as heck. So I'm coming haem, ken, from work, and it was his day tae cook an' clean, eh, cause he's off work. Turns out, he's nae done nothin' by the time I get haem, even after he told me all's fine an' clean, and that's the second time I asked, like.", her smile gets wider. "So, I see him sitting doon on his arse in front of the telly like, and I just spot through the curtains the moon, and it's full moon." She pauses. "And then I get pure mad-like. Absolutely fumin'. I pick him up, as he's sittin' on the sofa, and toss him out of the window. We were on the first floor, so it wasnae too bad. So I lean through the window, still mad, but nae mad enough tae go after him, and start shouting what a useless schmuck he is, ken. Vented all the fury out, ken, it was a good ten minute shrieking." She chuckles. "And then when I go tae pick him up, I see a guy coming out with two massive bags of rubbish, and one woman on the third floor nodding at me, ken.", she laughs. "Stayed together for whole two months after, though."
Hm. Mairead is just thinking and rationalising stuff there, general pub politics talk, and trying to understand the setting a bit more. (Both IC and OOC, I have to admit!) :) I think I'll try and read a bit more of the PHB regarding camps and all. Are Garou required to join camps, or were they more of the international factions of tribes?
Mairy nods enthusiastically at Padraic. "Ah, I ken what ye're talking about, like. Only thing I could've lerned is history and laws. I'm guessing that's in Fianna blood, eh?", she chuckles. As he mentions terrorising the shrubbery, a loud, dirty laugh comes out of her mouth, before she stops herself and grins at Padraic. "That Lachtna's got that sort o' reputation, eh? I wasnae expectin' ma extended family tae be all hugs an' welcomings, like.", asks Mairead, knowing about Lachtna simply by the name. "Eh, ye'd think it'd be less politickin'. but that's h...", she almost slips, before chuckling. "I s'pose it's mortal nature, then, isnae it? If ye think so, I'll keep it in mind, ken, because I barely know the place here.", she shrugs, taking another sip. "I ken the Forlorn, aye. I run in Phoenix park most o' the time, we stop fer a word or two. I thought I'd be too young tae talk about the 'old country' with an Englishman, but he's aright.", she smiles. As Bill starts describing what he saw, Mairy's head starts drawing images of massive domes of spiderwebs over ancient stone cairns. She shivers. "It's s~+&e is what that sounds like, eh. Cannae do anythin' if I cannae punch somethin'." Sending a glancing look at the table, she shakes her sore shoulders. "Or at least, I cannae yet. Only time I stepped sideways was after seven attempts in a controlled environment, an' I think the rite-master was contemplatin' me murder like.", she chuckles, staring down shamefully for a second. "Ye're nae gonna hear me talkin' about it, pal. Cause I dunnae understand most o' it anyway." She stretches backwards. "So is there nae other Silver Fangs in Ireland, like? They had their own sept, an' they were gone? I heard they dunnae mesh too well with us common folk", she almost spits out, "but nae one surv... was oot of the place when it got hit, eh? I dunnae think the Silver Fangs would let that go, if I ken Russian reputations..." She puffs away a stray lock of red hair over her eyes. "Eh, f@*+ it. I dunnae think we'd be the ones who'd thunk the way tae solve this, and before the... ardfheis, tae boot. Nae offense, Bill.", she grins, as she reaches over to take part in the peanut massacre.
Wiping her mouth, Mairy leans back on the chair, nodding in agreement. She smiles at Padraic. Would be nice to meet them, I suppose. But I wouldn't ask now, too soon, isn't it., she thinks how the other Garou had a normal family. As he mentions Ard Righ, she raises an eyebrow in confusion, then in surrender pulls out a severely cracked phone from her pocket, and after a short search shakes her head. "Nah, that means king, like, an' the other is a gathering. Ardfheis", she finally manages to pronounce the word, and grins at Bill. "There's that Glass Walker trainin' paying off, eh? Good thing the other Fianna in here's nae gonna tell on me, right?", she smiles at Padraic. "Well, Bill, I done lived with high expectations for most of me life, ken, but mostly they were mine." She grins, cracking her knuckles, then stares intently. "So, who's strong enough tae take, what, forty G... folk and the biggest badass who ever walked Ireland?", she asks quietly over the table. "A bomb?", she suggests? Scratching her head and taking a sip from her pint, her questions continue, as she switches to Garou. "I'm guessing that the we Fianna dunnae like Metis, cause they're against the, er, Litany? Or 'cause o' tradition? Now, I'm new an' all, but I wouldnae imagine a metis leader woulda been a problem in the holdings... Ah, foocken politics. I shouldnae have stayed all night tae watch ours last week, like. It's got me thinkin' things I'm nae sharp enough fer.", she grins, then pats Padraic on the back. "Ye let me know if someone's bein' a c#&#, and ye let me know if I'm bein' a pillock about anythin', ken?", she offers with a wide smile.
Moving past Padraic to go to the bar, Mairead returns with three frothy pints, placing them on the table. "Aye, I'd ID ye if ye came to the pub, pal, but I think we gotta toast!", she says, nudging Padraic gently in the ribs and taking a long swig. "And here I thought I would nae be a bad influence. Dunnae mention this to yer folk, pal.", she smirks. Passing the third one to Brick Arm, she crosses her arms. "So, this, och, adr feish.", she states, butchering the word, as a trail of Scottish accent manages to squeeze in, even in Garou. "Ardfheis", she tries once more, effort shining through the still horrendous attempt, as she gives up in a growl. "Do I got tae do something? Prepare a rite, like the Galliards? Or should I,", she stops for a second, staring at Padraic. How many half brothers and sisters do I have, actually? "I mean, us, his kids, like, ken something that they're nae going tae tell us?"
Mairy's white-knuckled fist slowly opens, first when Padraic mentions his boyfriend, and then when Brick Arm explains the situation. She leans away from the table, crossing her massive arms. "Aye,", she starts saying, "that... changes things, doesnae?", an embarrassed smile attempts to crawl on her face, as a rosy tint colours her cheeks. Oh, Mairy, you plonker... Glancing at Pádraic, she chuckles. "Ah, Bill, I thought ye was pullin' ma leg there..." she laughs, leaning over the table to punch Bill playfully in the shoulder with a blow that'd send a normal man reeling. "A wee brother wasnae, uh... what I was expectin' todae, ye ken.", she explains to Padraic, grinning. "And I'm guessin' ye weren't expectin' the world's biggest sister, ken.", she extends a hand towards Padraic.
Hey all, I just reread my post and noticed my tense was all over the place - I was running on fumes for the last couple of days, and I posted that before grabbing some shut eye. Really sorry about that, I'll be keeping it consistent from now on.
Hey! I'm just clearing this up now, as I noticed Padraic posted while I was writing. Mairead isn't a dafty (usually), but she has definitely heard of the Pure Blood and all that, and a new society arranging an arranged marriage (as I saw you had the same idea!) isn't unimaginable, and combined with the moon and everything, yeah... If you need me to clarify something with the accent, let me know. 'Ken' means 'know', though I'm sure you got that already! That should be an interesting scene! Looking forward to playing with you!
Mairead isn't her usual talkative self, as she tries to hold onto the memories of the Moon Bridge. It's... proper weird, is what it is. But not like the bad type of weird..., she nods, mostly gazing through the window at the two old men playing cards outside. And that wee scamp... Lune, aye. Cheeky one., she smiles at the recent memory, as she sips from her cold beer. Mairead's bright ginger hair, braided in a short braid, and her well-defined athletic musculature would usually draw attention by themselves. The fact that she was standing at 6'3" in her boots didn't help at all. Dressed in a white tank top, jeans, and leather boots, nursing a pint of Murphy's as she leans back on the long corner couch, not paying much attention to the surroundings, or the fact that Bill (or Brick Arm) hasn't said a lot. As he started talking, she started listening, words flying by her ears. Only when the blond man walks in does she raise an eyebrow, re-running the message in her head. "With, well, what's coming, I think you might need to meet someone. The next couple of months, or even years, will be trying and I think it's best if you stick together." Her mouth opens, then closes, then opens again, as her face unintentionally draws a master class in portraying confusion. Her gaze moves rapidly between the newcomer and Bill, as her mouth opens after a small pause, as she leans over the table at Bill. "Are ye taking the pish on me? I ken it's important for the Garou, I ken, but I'm nae getting an arranged marriage, pal! It's fooken 2017!", she hissed in a thick Scottish accent, before turning at Padraic. "Nae offense, pal, ye look fine like, but ye're a bit too young, ye ken.", she gives her best attempt at offering a polite smile, before turning a viciously furrowed brow at Bill. "I ken he's ma da, like, but I think we should pick our own mates, ken? It's what ye explained about the Fangs an' all, an' how Dublin is different?", she leans back, grabbing her half-emptied pint and emptying it in one furious swing, shaking her head at Bill. Moving aside a leather jacket to free space for the newcomer, she urges him over without looking at him, as her eyes stare at Bill in a mixture of anger and confusion.
No issues with me either! in fact, I'm itching to start. I think Mairy's going to go with the normal set of clothes and a set of brass knuckles.
They did say the forums should be getting to normal very, very soon. There was talk of trained monkeys with security clearances by the Paizo IT people on the staff, so I think that they've got it under control now. As for incomprehensible accents, I've been looking at some videos on YouTube to hear what the Cork accent is, and it sounds pretty damn funny. This is how an angry Glaswegian sounds. I can understand maybe about 90% of the words, having lived in Scotland for more than half a decade.
I think I lucked out on a portrait, to be honest. This one seems both tall and ginger enough. Since I don't know what's planned for the game, another idea would be for Mairy to have decided to visit Padraic in Cork as a social visit. - I don't know how many Tadgh bastards there are in the Viking Holdings, so if there aren't as many, they might've met and talked about it. I can definitely see her going there to visit someone not only from her Sept, but also her half-brother, who also has a semblance of a normal family. Plus, Cork is in a good geographical spot to have all the characters starting there!
Woo-hoo! Paizo have finally fell the wicked Server-beast. I'm glad to have been selected to explore the world of the Garou! Also, Konstantin, I don't know if his last name is intentional, but it's definitely a nice wink. Regarding Rage, How does Rage and permanent Rage work? For instance, Mairy has 5 permanent Rage and 5 permanent Willpower, from what I gathered. Does that mean that if she stares at the moon too often, and gains 5 rage, she'd need to find someone to spar with in order to be able to communicate normally with normal humans and such? The book mentioned that, but what I think I misunderstood and thought that if you have 5 rage, you're basically avoided by the vast majority of individuals, regardless of your Willpower. I think I'll need to buy up my Gnosis, since I deliberately left it at 1. Regarding PC's knowing each other, I think it'd depend on where they are, and what they're doing when they're not hunting the agents of the Wyrm. I imagine Mairy is working as a bouncer in the shadier parts of Dublin, so if there are any people who tend to go around such places would be a reasonable hook. If the game is set to start somewhere else, I can see her being sent somewhere by the Dublin sept with some familiar faces. One more Woo! for the start of the new game.
Oh, a lot of people peek on and read campaigns they're fans of, even if they're not members of them. I didn't know about yours, but now I can check it out. Thanks! (And I'm also a bit scared my knowledge of Ireland might be a bit lacking.)
Sorry for double-posting - Mairy's Character Page is up. (I also shamelessly used aptinuviel's format. Thanks!) One thing I'd like to point out - She is a very-combat focused character, mechanics wise, but that doesn't mean I'm trying to munchkin the system (I barely know the system). It also doesn't mean I'll be trying to fight my way out of every situation, quite the contrary! Please do let me know if there's something you find odd, or bad!. I tried to allocate skills in where I feel the character would be the best, thematically. @GM, I haven't got any PM's, I assume that means everything so far is alright? @ignuspyre, I love the Silver Fang concept! Had a Shadow Lord concept for this game as well, the lord of the underworld, but I think I'll stuff that. I'll get on working for the second concept, I think I've got something.
Ouch, sorry to hear that, GM. I've had a 15 hour working day yesterday, so I couldn't get updated sooner. I'll get a CS up as soon as possible. Note that I've not played ST before, so I'd be looking for some help after I get the first draft up.
I liked it! I think the WoD setting opens itself for a lot more writing than the usual ones. I wrote the whole backstory in one sitting...
I see. I did get a similar feeling, though. I think Mairy will enjoy having a worthy cause to fight for.
I think she meant that as a joke, unless you decide she might've been an Awakened - leave that in your hands as the GM. And I'm glad you enjoyed it, like I said, I went a biiit overboard.
Ten Minute Background:
Background and Concepts:
Goals:
Secrets:
People:
Memories and Manneurisms:
I've got the background right here. I've also written her backstory in the character profile, although fair warning - my muse didn't quite hit me as knocked me out cold here. I'm not expecting someone to read through the whole thing, as it's mostly pre-shift story, but hey, you gotta write when you gotta write. I prefer to leave the first rite as vague as possible, although I might add the fight between her and Sean - A werewolf/human duel sounds like a fun fight to write. Let me know what you think, and I'll get onto writing the next application. EDIT: This be The Lion Cleric. |
