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It's been indeed a whole of fun. I'll miss you all. I hope to meet you again some day on the board :)
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I didn't get an answer to my PM
We did, but the GM seems to have disappeared after a short tenure.
I understand, though I have to say I really enjoyed playing with you guys, and I'll be sorry if the game ends so suddenly :') I'll miss our banter.
I've sent a PM to the GM a couple of days ago, but got no answer yet. I hope we'll hear from him this week. What do you guys want to do if we have lost our GM again?
Yup. Hopefully we haven't lost another GM!
None too at ease to return to her gang after what transpired at the Salt Mines, Litsy can only count on her b#~*@*%*ting to re-establish her authority and get them to work. Thankfully, she is frighteningly good at b#$%++@#ting - having done so for most of her life.
"Good thing I'm here, eh, big boy?" Litsy replies sarcastically to Beorn. She takes a big breath. "It's been a long time since I've popped up in my own gang anyway. I'll have to see if I can pull a few strings."
"You can just eat one without f!~#ing it," Litsy mumbles mournfully into her freshly refilled cup of coffee.
Litsy's so grateful for the coffee and pastries, she forgets to snap at Laria's compassion. She eagerly eats her way through breakfast. "They don't go for Thrune," she informs Beorn between two mouthfuls of ridiculously sugary scones. "They're muggers, the lot of them. Hides themselves with cloaks and hoods 'coz they think it makes them cool." She licks her fingers clean. "Not that our activities are a whole lot more recommendable; maybe they just need a change of leadership. We'd have to figure out where they're staying and who's controlling them, though. I think it could be arranged."
"Merelda I would be happy to have you join Litsy and I to visit the road show tomorrow! I think it would make for a fun day and a way for us to de stress." Variel earns himself a frankly scandalized look from Litsy. "Do you think I'm some f*@*ing kid you can buy a candy apple for? Is that a day out with Gramps and Gran?" "I didn't get 'nough sleep, that's why, Mister Eiderdown," she downs her cup of black coffee in one gulp, and hands it back to Laria. "Refill, please?" "If you want to go against the Red Jills, you'll better make sure you're ready to win their hearts by impaling them on a pointy end. They're a gang," her face scrunches up. "Not even that big. Bunch of tight-arses though."
"Why am I not surprised," Litsy mutters. She goes check on the Sister to make sure her small team of Tengus is no longer on the verge of riot.
Litsy grits her teeth through Variel's flexing. "Go and pet a manticore then." "Is the Sister recovered and safe below?" "Yes, whaddaya think? We wouldn't leave her behind. Anyway, where were you?!"
"Prisons where they exploit workers," Litsy explains generously. "Freed one before you came in. I ain't putting on the dress for the next one," she glares at Beorn.
"Who cares about the dogs," Litsy chides in. "How about we free other prisoners from salt mines?" Sense Motive (DC 10): She's been weirdly hung up on the party's time to the salt mine lately, and you can't imagine her doing any charity work. There must be something more.
Litsy helps the cloaked Sister to get out of the carriage. "Come on. Val should be inside."
"Ahhhh...oh yeah that's gooood. Beard-boy? Can you help me up good Sir? The cold ground has left me stiff and cold..." "Oh, shut it," Litsy grumbles, massaging her temples. She has bags under her eyes, and the distinct air of someone who has not slept enough and will not feel human again until they've had their morning coffee. Even her repartee lacks creativity. "Those don't come in your form anyway," she adds with a bit more spirit. It doesn't look as effortless as it used to. "What's Nis- f*~*ing bay and wossname river?"
In the far distance, a cry of outrage : "How come he gets to sleep in a nice bed?! "
Litsy never lets Pollux unsupervised for too long, and she looks at the pile of dead wood with a critical eye. "Scoot that over, or we'll be sleeping on ashes," with her foot, she nudges the campfire a bit further away from the tents. She's all too happy to warm her hands above the flames. "Trust him to make everything creepy," she tells Beorn, with a nod to Pollux.
"Well, I'm sorry you're not prepared...but I did what I promised. I'll be back ta getcha in the morning. If you want a fire, I've got some wood to leave with you." "Everything sucks," Litsy grumbles, kicking a nearby pebble. She sulks in typical teenager fashion throughout the rest of the evening.
"Why not snuggle with a tree, I heard your ancestors were famous for it," Litsy retorts. "With some luck you'll get a splinter where it can cool your urges." She shivers in the cold, and clutches her clothes a little tighter for warmth. They're not much better than rags. "Oh, cool. No fire. And cold meat? F##~ing dreamy!"
Take care, Tark! Sorry to see you go and to hear you're not feeling well. Fingers crossed it will get better for you soon!
"We're going to sleep in the dirt?" Litsy scrunches her face. Countryside dirt is apparently worse than city dirt. "What are we even going to eat? And what's that?" she points at the spire in the distance.
So it's settled, then? We're back on track?
Access granted, Beorn!
I don't mind using Google Slides! I just granted you access to my notes.
Very well: I'd like to at least get to the end of Book 1! :P By the way, GM Repete, I have tried to take notes of everything that happened so far. I can grant you access if you want. Variel has kept an impeccable Excel sheet of our loot.
Hi GM! Thanks for replying! Personally, I'm a very regular poster who checks Paizo on a daily basis (except if work gets particularly busy). I'm fine with basically any pace, as long as the game doesn't screech to a halt for weeks :)
Bumpy bump
Hi everyone! We're a party of five The group is composed of: Beorn the Divine- half-orc Bard extraordinaire!
If you're interested in running (first of all, thank you, you're a star), please reach out to us! We're excited to meet you :)
How does that sound for a recruitment post: Hi everyone! We're a party fo five The group is composed of: Beorn the Divine- half-orc Bard extraordinaire!
If you're interested in running (first of all, thank you, you're a star), please reach out to us! We're excited to meet you :)
Should we look for another GM?
Someone PM'd Tark?
Same. What worries me is that it'll take decades to complete at this pace, even if the GM comes back.
Not to be pessimistic, but at this point, it seems like this game is slowly dying. What do we do?
Bump
Merry Christmas everyone! :)
Rest well, Merelda! I'm glad the surgery went okay! :)
Best of luck, Merelda! Fingers crossed!
Oh f+&$. I'm so sorry to hear that. Good luck for the surgery. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you. I wish you a swift recovery.
Seeing the half elf yelling and approaching them armed the tieflings take one look before grabbing what they can giving the stall owner another swift kick to the groin before legging it at speed away from the scene.
"Great. Just great," Litsy looks nervously through the windows to see who's knocking on the door.
"The f%&$ are we going to do for hours in the middle of nowhere? Don't answer that," she glares at Merelda before a sexual joke can come out of the elf's mouth. Merelda's explanations do nothing to calm Litsy down. Then again, this is probably the first time she's even out of Kintargo at all.
"Not a bad idea," Litsy nods along. She shoots Beorn a half-proud, half-impressed look.
"Goddess's gifts?" Litsy scoffs indignantly. "More like 'took my rapier between the ribs'! Variel isn't here, I can say it." She crosses her arms on her chest. "It'd be a miracle if we don't appear on every 'WANTED' poster in Kintargo after that stunt. I'd suggest we create a diversion, cover our tracks. Maybe use the dragon for that. Get the Hellknights running in all the wrong parts of town so they don't come for us."
"Comfortable as a f&%*ing coffin," Litsy retorts, kicking one cushion into Merelda's face in response. "'Cept it's one I have to share with huge farts. You worship Calistria with that b@~+&+!@? Urgh," She covers the lower half of her face as best as she can. "You rotting inside, or something? Pwah!" "Knowing Variel, he's probably off to save some kittens. Or possibly puppies," the rogue rummages through the kitsch decoration tastelessly scattered in the benches. "Is there a wine bottle somewhere?"
"Don't be daft," Litsy kicks off a heart-shaped, fluffy cushion off her legs with a disgusted grimace. "'Course we're here to rescue you." "That the only cover you found?" she asks Merelda, exasperation clear in her voice.
Litsy jumps on the carriage along with the Sister - there's no point for her in pretending to be an ordinary citizen now.
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