I am making my bi-annual trek to Disney World starting November 29 and going through December 8. If I am in your game, please bot me as needed. If you are in my game, sit tight, and we'll pick up on my return. I should be able to post pretty regularly right up until leaving, however.
Nura agrees.
I'm going to be on short notice until Monday. I have a con this weekend (CONTRAflow in New Orleans) and I'm prepping for it now. So if I am holding things up, please go ahead and bot me, and I'll be back in action next week, though I will try to check in as often as possible. If you are in the area or attending, I'm running three Savage Worlds scenarios: a science-fiction romp titled Moon at the Edge of Oblivion, a weird west session called Night of the Grizz, and a sneak peek at the upcoming Deadlands: Dark Ages called Sins of the Father.
Troll 1 finally climbs free of the pit and stands up (invoking attacks of opportunity from everyone, if desired). Troll 2 continues to be munched by the Gate, and the trollhound cowers within the pit.
STATUS
Troll 1: AC 16, -8 hp (in pit)
Judah: AC 15, 33/33 hp
Nura nods her agreement, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
Nura is right at home on the ship and enjoys a comforting sleep in the bosom of the water. So comfortable that she barely awakens to Raschad's prompting.
Nura attacks with great prejudice, hoping that Zairiah isn't wrong.
Angel dresses as she does every day. She does not see the need to hide her identity.
Nura nods sagely as Paritosh explains his theory, but keeps investigating the shop. When Fadilah poses her question, Nura looks up. "It seems obvious that the thief did not enter by the door. If magic is present, I could conclude that either they used magic to enter or they were here, perhaps invisibly, waiting for Karaji to close up and then exited." She turns to Karaji. "Was the door locked when you arrived this morning?" @DM: Are there other means of entry/egress from the shop? Windows, or perhaps a chimney?
Nura accompanies Frackit and the others, mostly out of boredom, but does show some interest in looking over clothing.
Angel comes forward to greet the newcomer. "I'm Angel," she says sweetly. Angel stands about 5 foot, 6 inches tall and weighs about 130 lbs. She looks to be about 25 years old, with jet-black hair and blue eyes. She wears street clothing rather than a costume; a Star Wars t-shirt, jeans, and sensible sneakers.
Nura eats greedily, as though she had not eaten in days. She takes a mutton chop and chews into it, the juices running down her chin.
I'm going camping off the grid this weekend and will not have Internet access, so please bot me as necessary.
I'm going camping off the grid this weekend and will not have Internet access, so please bot me as necessary.
Nura sighs with obvious relief. "Glad that didn't go south on me."
Greetings, all. The group has come into need of a cleric to keep them hale and hearty during their adventures. If anyone is interested, the character need not necessarily be a cleric but should have healing spells. I'll give it until after the weekend for applications. Let's say Monday at noon, Central time. The character should be 10th level and keep in mind that this is a pirate adventure. Any alignment except CE is fair game (because I believe that, played properly, CE does not fit in with a group). Use 25-point buy for stats. You will be a crewman who has been promoted to an officer's position.
Nura turns to the lion and holds her arms in a pacifying gesture (though she does not sheath her scimitar). "Easy, mighty one. We are on your side." She is not foolish enough to believe that the lion can understand her words but hopes that by speaking calmly to it, it won't decide to attack her.
Nura continues to say nothing but grimly sets about dispatching Frakit's opponent.
Nura remains silent, her teeth gritted as she fights.
Nura sighs with exasperation. "Why is everything I meet trying to kill me?!" She attacks the nearest zombie.
"Mayhap we should check it out, but let's be wary. It could be a trap."
It's been fun, Aggrammar. Be well!
Nura bows low before the genies. "Please, deliver our humble thanks to your Caliph!"
Nura looks at Paritosh as she casually munches a mango. "Tasty bad luck, Id' say."
"I believe that we may be in trouble."
Thanks for being so understanding, folks. And thank you, Rigel, for the words of encouragement. Just so you guys know, it was never about ensuring the Kennedy assassination happened. I did run an adventure like that one time where the characters had to make the decision whether to let him live or ensure that he was assassinated and it was not very well received. Rather, the little boy that you saw playing with the truck was the son of J. D. Tippit, the patrolman murdered by Oswald later that day. Inspired by his father's memory, his son would grow up to be a major figure in American politics. It was their plan to abduct the boy and remove him from the timeline, which would cause chaos further down the line. By the way, as may be obvious, I have never been to Dallas. I was relying strictly on what little information about the city that was given in reports of the incident.
I want to apologize to all of you. I have been negligent and not all of it has a reasonable explanation. My life has become a little more hectic lately and my depression has kept me away from making posts recently, but those are excuses and you folks deserve better. As much as I have enjoyed playing with you, I must call this one. I have lost momentum (through no fault of yours) and have quite forgotten where I was headed with it. I was stalling in hopes of regaining interest, but it just isn't there. I'm sorry to have let you all down and I hope that it will not color your opinion of me unfavorably. I'll leave this up for a few days and then shut the game down. Again, I am very sorry. I appreciate the time and effort that you all put into the game and I am sorry for not reciprocating. I wish you all good gaming on the boards.
"I guess that I'll go first," Nura says, taking hold of the rope and climbing over the side.
In desperation, Nura does the unthinkable and takes up the jeweled scimitar! She swings at the thing.
I'm taking a short vacation without Internet access from Wednesday, 5 June until 10 June, and will be unavailable during that time.
"Why is it that everything I have met today has tried to kill me?" Nura draws her scimitar and attacks in return.
Nura attacks again, assuming that she can see the genie, hoping to take it down. If she has no target, she goes on the defensive.
"The robot is correct. While I do know that we are not here to save Mr. Kennedy, I do not know exactly why we are here. Our mission could be indirectly related to the tragedy that is slated to occur. But, you are correct. I should have warned you that there is a possibility that we must ensure that history stays on its correct path, even if that means correcting it ourselves. For that, I am sorry."
You find yourselves in a scene right out of a movie. You arrive in a back alley of a busy city. Outside the alley, people are hurrying by on their way to wherever taking no notice of the glowing portal that swiftly fades behind you. Kythea looks the same to all of you and she swiftly assures you, "My illusory appearance is psionic in nature. I can control who sees it, but it has no effect on machines. I'll need to avoid cameras." She picks up a nearby discarded newspaper, the Dallas Morning News, November 20, 1963.
Nura, in a rare moment of lucidity, leans over to Zairiah and whispers, "Your sash is frightening her, I fear."
"Your best was just fine," Nura offers. "Dealing with jinn is tricky business under the best of circumstances, and the efreeti are known to be very tricky."
I can't find any rules that state that a 1 is a failure, so we can assume that you can succeed automatically in this case. Even if I did dictate a 1 as a failure, the worst that could happen is you make no progress, not a fall. So you're good so long as you aren't trying something tricky like an accelerated climb or catching a falling companion. Even if you wanted to double your climb speed (adds +5 to the DC), the worst thing that could happen is you fail to make progress on that turn.
Nura merely looks on, not saying anything. She has long heard tales of genies and their wish-granting, and seldom does it turn out well for the wisher.
Nura merely looks on, not saying anything. She has long heard tales of genies and their wish-granting, and seldom doe it turn out well for the wisher.
The aftermath is soon cleaned up (as much as it can be) and the remainder of the convention goes without a hitch. Apparently, in one of her books, Gemstone had written about Frost, Cheshire, and Ivy and they each took exception to what had been said about them and wanted revenge. As soon as word of this gets out, Gemstone is besieged with fans vying to get their books signed. The heroes are also hounded by autograph seekers and those wanting selfies with them. The next few days are mercifully quiet, a welcome change from the chaos of the convention. But quiet is boring, and so you are almost grateful when a call comes in. It seems that a young woman is in the middle of downtown, asking for help, and she is requesting you by name! On arrival, you find an attractive redhead woman about 25 years of age looking very upset and talking to the local police. She seems relieved when she sees you approaching and calls out to you. "Over here! I must speak with you!"
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