It has been a pleasure everyone, but the outs have it. I wish you all luck in your future endeavors.
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No worries Naga. I will say prayers for you and yours tonight.
Ok, I have been going over this since the game ran into trouble the first time, and I think my approach to getting this game off the ground was poorly executed. Freeform sandbox go with the characters would seem to translate to pbp because it gives more time to adjust to curve balls, but I'm thinking it doesn't provide enough hook to keep a head of steam under my helmsmanship. I do not think a third round of recruitment is going to help matters. For those who are still here, would it help if we ran a more traditional setup? Otherwise I am at that point where I will write this off as a bad go of it and try my hand at running again later.
Paizo is notorious for that.
No worries Nakadai. I think we lost everyone else...
Somehow, Nakdai manages to cut through the boys pain with his sincere attempt at aid. Lifting the child and his small sibling close to his chest, Nakdai makes his way back to the ground floor in time to see Hikonaga land a hand in lifting the timber away from the unconscious crane.
Nakadai pushes through the door, literally as the soaked paper does not hold up to the force of sliding it open. Inside a sad sight, a young boy covered in burns. A slight gurgling noise comes from the boy, and it looks like he is trying to raise his hand to you as he notices your presence.
Upon approach, or awareness TN 10: The boy is cradling the body of a baby, who seems to be untouched by the flames and sleeping fitfully on the verge of waking.
Nakadai hears the whimpering of a little child, it sounds like it is coming from down the hall. The child is showing no signs of coming out to meet you.
Senno sighs as she crouches down and begins to strain to move the timber.
Inoue beseeches the excited kami to quit their action, and with much grumbling the kami within the building quit their action. Inoue gets the distinct feeling that the kami were not happy to listen to him, something that has never happened to him before. Usually the kami are at least respectful of a request. Nakadai rushes to the stairs and up them only to find the hall above a torn mess. A large portion of the roof is now open to the sky, and angry storm clouds march across the sky hurling lightning at the ground below.
Sesno clicks her tongue, readying a response to the inebriated man... but, it seems the Fortunes have their own response as a peel of thunder cracks directly over head. In seconds the room begins to fill with flames as a portion of the upper section collapse to meet the ground floor, the timber now pinning the large Dadoji. From somewhere upstairs you hear the scream of a child for its mother.
Alright folks, it looks like naga hasn't posted anywhere since the first of this month. Hoping he is ok and gets back to us, but I am going to push ahead with the game yet again. Will be updating gameplay tomorrow.
As the party has not taken the proffered room, and Dadoji finally deign to take notice of their presence. One very large man dressed in crane blue stumbles over with a bottle of saki and a goofy grin, smiling as if he had just heard the funniest story just seconds ago. He wanders up to the samurai-ko that accompanies Hikonaga and attempts to make conversation in his be Doji impression. "Your beauty blinding, my vision clouded by wine, I seek out your heart." Senno does not seem amused at the attention she is now receiving.
The young lady bows, not wishing to offend her patrons. As she starts to back away, the raucous laughter and unruly behavior at the other table begins to breach rules of etiquette.
Going in for surgery tomorrow, be gone till Sunday.
As the samurai start to get to know each other and get a banter going, the Dadoji at the other table begin to get a bit belligerent with the house proprietor. It would seem they have gotten too far into their cups. The pretty girl stops playing music and politely offers you a private room upstairs to continue your tea, a momentary glance to the Dadoji is the only indication she gives that anything is amiss.
The samurai-ko that accompanies the two men (Seno, Naga's companion) remarks in a truly impressive deadpan. "He hasn't asked the Kami to stop yet. Though if someone doesn't soon we will all wish we had been born fish."
Due to the small size of the tea house, and the only other table being taken up by small group of Daidoji drinking sake, the newcomers only open space is seated at the table currently occupied by Nakadai and Hojo.
Yeah, it worked better with Ryouk because it tied in a little to what he planned on doing already and his background with L5r lore. I was so hoping you would get a better roll than the 12 you managed.
Sorry for the railroading Inoue, figured we needed to get momentum going or we might Peter out. I refuse to let this die before we even get in full swing.
In the cave: The kami looks at you impassively, snorting once more and fading out with a last breeze of cherry blossom and damp grass. As the pool begins to drip down out of the air, a small tea house flashes and breaks apart. You recognize it as one that you had visited recently in the crane lands. Tea house: A young woman of moderate beauty sits at a yamatogoto and begins to pluck out a lilting tune. As the music picks up, a peel of thunder seems to join in as punctuation for the crescendo. Those few who are sitting and sipping tea begin to mutter and cast glares out to the weather outside.
Two weeks after the kami in the cave. The atmosphere of the little tea house was less than the normal joyful contentment you normally find in such a place. It was well known that it would be a hard year, and the constant rain did not help much. But, it still provides some respite from the normal malaise of day to day life.
It happens. If things calm down, feel free to check back and join in the fun.
The water in the pool swirls once more, becoming a wheel turning. The wheel cracks and breaks in two before the pool clouds over. Suddenly, the silhouette of a man walks out of the cloud, dressed in fancy kimono. He steps out on to stone balanced upon many others, he carries the sun and the moon upon his shoulders. As the stones begin to lean and collapse thousands of people throw themselves at the stones, propping up the pile. As you watch the shadows build up without number the scene sharpens upon the top stone, it begins to tilt and a striking young woman begins to run out on to it before the image fades to black. You had the merest of seconds to see the woman's white hair and scarlet robe, the color's shocking against the muted backdrop.
I am going to give Hawksw0rd a couple of days to finish his character and then slot the three of you in by Wednesday.
The towering stag stares down at you with sadness in his eyes and snorts a foggy mist at you, seconds later the water droplets form into a still pool in the air. Shadowy Images of crops withering and animals starving fill the pool, as the water swirls and shifts you watch as the seasons change again and again, in perpetuity till the land is so sodden only fish still live upon it.
Come join us Hawksw0rd, the more the merrier.
As the two of you contemplate what the corpses mean and how a man would react to such things if it were his family, the air in the cave changes. The smell is forced out and the feeling of illness is replaced by a strange calm. Cherry blossoms drift upon the sudden gentle wind and you hear the clop of hooves upon stone floor. A large white stag walks brazenly into the cave, its antlers entwined with green vines and pink blossoms, and it looks annoyed.
Whatever disease ravaged these poor animals, it killed them slowly. Their bodies had become mere shells before finally succumbing to the ailment. Insects have started their work upon the carrion, maggots squirm and wriggle about in eyes and mouths making the skin crawl and writhe.
The fire tells a sad story, one of illness and death. It looks as if the cubs went first, then the mother. The large male that had destroyed the magistrate's camp most have gone mad with whatever sickness had moved through this cave. The oppressive drip of water and the flickering of the fire you have made are the only sounds that intrude upon this somber sight.
YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH. Jojo is looking pretty good. Sorry for forgetting to tell the group I was going to be away for Pesach, but let's get this show on the road gather the party. To our two new players, I will slot you in as quickly as possible. Just bear with me... ok, that was terrible, I blame the day.
Archer is very viable in L5R. You can make it work by just building a normal samurai and focus on Kaijutsu.
Social will still be a thing, but this is not a winter court game. By and large playing whatever you want is the important part in this. If you give me an idea what you want to build, I can help out.
Got to say Nakadai, I'm liking the character. He will fit right in.
Hikonaga sneaks masterfully upon the furry mass, it turns out to be a bear and two cubs. They don't seem to be moving, and there is a stench to the whole scene. A single fly lands on your cheek and flits off again as you swat at it.
Little rivulets of water run down the walls, forming a small pool towards the back of the cave. What little light you can get to filter in shows a large furry form laying still not far from the water.
Sounds good, I look forward to seeing what you come up with.
I like him, I will be getting him in as quickly as possible.
The more the merrier. Come on over to discussion and build yourself a ronin.
The drip of moisture greets your ear as you approach the cave,a damp murkiness shrouds the passage past the foliage. It is obvious the bear came from here, claw marks mar the wood of a nearby sapling and there are long areas where lichen has been worn off the rock wall.
You are still disadvantaged by it, it is just a mandatory one. So, yes, you still get poi ts for ronin.
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