At this point, I'm not entirely sure. With my own posting rate being what it has, I feel I'm not in any position to say anything, either :P
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I'm sorry for my absence. A few things have come up that have made it difficult for me to maintain focus and get into character. My ex has continued harassing me, including sending a string of rather explicit messages, and it's escalated to the point where police involvement sounds like the way to go. On a lighter note, I've also been getting ready for my first solo overseas trip, which brings its own set of stresses. I'm trying to get my head back in the game, but right now, I'm scattered and not feeling particularly safe, so I'd appreciate your patience.
"Haven't had a client we couldn't help yet," Quill grins, conveniently neglecting to mention the fact that the group has only had one client. "Is there anything you can tell us about Arand that may be useful to our... extraction?"
"Sure, it's still not much, but it's home," Quill beams, from what she seems to have claimed as 'her' chair, a comfortable, if somewhat lumpy, piece of furniture upholstered in a faded pea green, located next to a bookcase. "You're doing a good job with the place. It'll be better once we have a cat or two, though," she adds with a cheeky grin. Before Jesaeli can argue, she's gliding smoothly to the door to meet the halfling, her black hair swept back off her face with a flick of her wrist. "Thanks for choosing Wandering Eye Inquisitives, ma'am; my name's Quill, and these are my associates." She sweeps a hand around to indicate the others. "How about a cup of tea for that cough?"
I vote for They Belong in a Museum!, because you know I'm a sucker for quotes ;-)
You need to have fun, GM, and look after yourself. If you need to drop this, you need to drop it. However, I think it has great potential, and I'd love to explore the group we have here some more. If handwaving this episode and moving on with a new player is what you want, I'm all for that!
Enjoy your break, GM! Rest up and recharge.
After slowing a moment as Selmy begins pulling at the bars, Quill shakes her head and follows Bojd and the goblin. "The prey's getting away, Selmy!" she calls, in an attempt to bring the man back to the chase.
Hey guys, I just got the internet connected. Might take me a while to get into the swing of things again, but I'm back! GM, hope this week's going better, and get well soon!
Her head swivelling to where the goblin disappeared, Quill hesitates for just a moment. "What do you say?" she asks, grinning at Bojd and Selmy. "Do we follow?"
With the goblin down, Quill moves in on the gnoll, squeezing herself between the crates and swinging.
"Knew it," Quill mutters to no-one, grinning as she charges the goblin to the south.
First up, I'd like to apologize for my sporadic silences. I've been working up to moving house, and the big day was today. We don't have an internet connection yet, and probably won't for several days (though we're working on it). I have a smartphone with a data plan, but 500MB doesn't go far when I'm using it for job-searching as well. However, my mother lives 5 minutes away and I'm welcome there any time, and there's a library within walking distance, so I'll be around. Please don't write me out of the campaign, as this is temporary. I'll be here, but sporadic. If I'm holding things up, bot me. If there's something Quill would reasonably do that would help the party out of combat, have her do it if I don't get to it first. In combat, she's a pretty standard barbarian, power attacking with her greatsword. However, I'd like her first use of masks to not be a bot post!
"If you'd rather I didn't kill them now, speak quickly," Quill grins, before rushing at the gnoll. She swings her greatsword down, catching the pommel on the crates and throwing off her aim.
"Alright, now that sounds like fun," Quill grins, taking a moment to roll her shoulders before hurrying after Selmy.
"No offense, Bojd, but I think we should try this my way," Quill mutters, drawing her greatsword and holding the hilt in one hand as she steps up to Selmy. She grabs one of the shifter's shoulders and shakes him roughly. "C'mon, Selmy. Neither the time nor the place." After a moment, she grins, adding, "Well, it's the place, but still not the time!"
Ooooh! Fresh blood! :D
"All aboard that's going aboard," Quill shrugs, stepping into the lift and waiting for the others. "We have the entire first act, may as well see what we can find."
About me: I'm Veronica, but my friends call me Ronnie. I'm a 25 year old Aussie lass with a Bachelor of Visual Arts (majoring in photography, minoring in printmaking) but I'm currently unemployed due to the difficult job market in South Australia. I'm a two-star PFS GM, my favourite class is bard, and my favourite race is samsarans (though I've yet to play a samsaran bard). My hobbies include bookbinding, cross-stitch, reading and writing poetry, and live heavy metal photography - and of course, far too many PBP campaigns. About Quill: She'd love to be an actor, but didn't have a chance to try her hand before getting caught in the tail end of the war. She loves reading, especially plays and scripts, and sometimes practices lines when she doesn't think anyone's listening. She likes cats, and would love to have one or more as pets, but the others (especially Selmy and Bean) probably have a thing or two to say about a potential feline presence in the building. She's most comfortable with Jynn, as a fellow changeling, but also has a deep respect for Tavik and Bojd, and their skills at ferreting out truths. She probably isn't terribly comfortable with Selmy, but tries to respect him, and sneaks Bean table scraps from time to time. The others probably know her as open and friendly, but with a cheeky streak. I'm open to other people's interpretations of the character - might even work a few ideas in!
Bojd, nothing under the stage but 50 or 60 tanks of water containing drowned Hugh Jackman replicas...
"Good idea," Quill nods to Bojd and Tavik. "Stagehands will blend in by their very nature, and we don't run the risk of blowing our cover as easily. We could wait at both sides, watch everything, especally with someone above with the lights..."
"So what's been happening with the lights?" Quill asks. "Flickering, strange colours, or do they just shut off? What happens before and after Anndra disappears?"
Before approaching the atrium, Squill ducks into a side-alley to change. Her trench coat vanishes, replaced by a formal black opera coat, skirt, and blouse. She smooths her hair back, prodding it into a bun with a few hand movements. When she emerges, the overall look is formal and slightly on the severe side, though her smile is genuine and warm. She follows Bojd, shaking the woman's hand. "So, I believe you mentioned a few... troubles?"
Quill, I love sleeves of many garments! It's my favorite magic item EVER. I know, right? It just made sense for Quill to have. Eventually, I'd love to get her glamered armour, but this will do for now.
Her enchanted sleeves may have proved at their most useful during the War, allowing her to change between uniforms and clothes at the drop of a hat, but Quill finds herself still thankful for them. "This is weatherproof, not to mention warm," she protests when questioned about the trenchcoat she's chosen to conjure. "I'll change into something better when we're closer; I promise." She watches as Selmy attempts to question a few locals, trying to hide her amusement before nudging Jynn. "What's say we see what we can turn up?" she asks. "If we can do some canvasing in Seventh Tower, maybe we can window-shop at the same time."
"Four hours to ourselves?" Quill sighs, bookmarking her page and stretching in the chair. "Well, what do we need for a performance? Nice clothes, for one; might need to brush up on our show etiquette; figure out what we're doing with Bean..."
Quill's sitting in one of the garishly-coloured armchairs reading one of the dusty old books when the urchin delivers her missive. "The Feast of Fort Tansend? A performance?" she asks, head snapping up from the pages, pale brown eyes fixed on the letter in Jesaeli's hand. "Well, someone read it out!"
Her paladin's death hit the group hard, and I think I wrote my finest song in Kingmaker in response. It was an epic moment. Thank goodness he got better, because Kaz's death hit the players as hard as it did the characters... That song made me cry. Easily the best game I'm in; top-notch writing from everyone. Okay! Time for a gameplay post! And I need to figure out how unhinged I want Quill to be...
I can confirm Rataji immortalizing things in song. Her bard wrote three songs after my paladin died. It was awesome. (And don't worry. He got better.) I can work with having delivered intel to Selmy before. Anybody else want a link? I imagine Quill may have gotten around quite a bit; maybe Tavik leaked select pieces of information she obtained? I'll do a gameplay post tomorrow; I'm currently... a little tipsy.
The Leadership Handbook is great, but Ultimate Charisma is better. More expensive, but a lot more content, including the psychological combat stuff. :D Looks like the group voted before I got in, but it works out, as I was going to vote for Black Clouds anyway! Lurkers, if you do go full Statler & Waldorf, I expect heckling and bad jokes. There's still a teensy bit of work I still need to do on Quill (campaign feat and crunch for the campaign trait), so if anyone has suggestions for those, I'm all ears. Having just done my shopping, I'm all crunched out. Also, how do we all know each other? I feel like that's something we should figure out at some point >.>
Checking in. I like the episodic idea, it's different to what I'm used to, so it should be new and interesting. Bojd, I see you've got ranks in Disable Device. I currently have one of Quill's masks granting the Skilled evolution for Perception and Disable Device; should I keep that, or would I be better off spending those points elsewhere? For those not familiar with the archetype, the Masquerade Reveler gives up rage, and gains masks instead, usable for the same number of rounds per day as a regular barbarian's rage. Each mask grants four points' worth of eidolon evolutions. It's a bit odd, but it should be fun, and I'm trusting Aest to bring down the hammer on anything that seems too OP. I still have to work out my skills, gear, and a campaign trait bonus, so I'm not quite ready to go yet, but I'm here and I'm eager.
Quill. The name is scribbled in, then scratched out, and signed again with a loop and a flourish. No last name is added. The girl nods, smiling to herself. |