Werewolf XLII, Mist in the Barrow Downs - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

McCaber · 01-31-2008, 11:34 PM

McCaber, the new guy in the group, was sitting off to the side with a glum expression on his face. "Seriously, why do we have to do D&D now? I've been waiting for the 40K game for five years, I get one of the last copies ever, and to add insult to injury they shut down the company within hours of when I finally got my book. No, I'm not bitter at all about that."

The DM spoke to him with displeasure in his voice. "If you really want to leave, you may. But everyone else will get all of the treasure and XP ever."

"You wouldn't!"

"Try me. If you leave, Roa gets double experience for every encounter, just to make up for last time."

McCaber struggled to contain his fury. "Fine, I'll play," he said, "but let's make it a quick game. All right, my character is a cleric named Richard the Unobscure. He's Lawful Evil, despises the rest of the party, has no qualms with manipulating others to get his way, and may even resort to sm- "

"Now that's enough. Please, this is a serious game."

"Alright, but I'm keeping the class and name. I can come up with background for him on the fly, if I really need to." McCaber grabs a book, his dice, and character sheets. He is ready for the challenge.

Thinlómien · 02-01-2008, 03:31 AM

A merry-looking young woman appeared from nowhere.

"Well, she couldn't have been there before, for otherwise she would have already joined in the discussion as she's such a chatterbox", her player said defensively, expecting the game master/dungeon master/whatever he should be called to protest to her character Thinlómien appearing from nowhere.

"Hello. I'm Thinlómien of the Dúnedain. You may wonder why do I have a Sindarin name. That's simply because I'm named after my Elven grandmother." Oh, now I sound like I was bragging about my bloodlines... not a good start of making friends... Thus she turned to the others, smiling a bit apologetically. Still, she couldn't help feeling a bit superior. Or maybe it was just her player feeling superior. "Richard? Is that a proper ME name? I don't think so. I mean, I confess giving some minor NPCs uncanonical names when I was a GM but you... you name your character Richard. Now I'm glad the Prof is already dead and doesn't need to hear of such a horrible crime." But unfortunately Thinlómien's player, like her character, had never been good in faking anything. A mischevious smile in her eyes revealed that she was only bantering with this new McCaber guy.

Then she turned to Sally and Gwathagor. She exchanged conspiratory glances with Sally. "Last game was excellent, my friend", she grinned, "let's be as excellent this time."

"Gwathagor? Unless I'm mistaken, you're new here. Welcome. It is more fun that you can even imagine."

"Roa, Farael, are you there? I think Thinlómien should receive extra bonuses to her wisdom and intelligence, being of Elvish descent... oh, and also to dexterity and charisma... and maybe strength and constitution too? You know, Elves are so good at everything..."

Roa_Aoife · 02-01-2008, 03:46 AM

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Originally Posted by Thinlómien

"Roa, Farael, are you there? I think Thinlómien should receive extra bonuses to her wisdom and intelligence, being of Elvish descent... oh, and also to dexterity and charisma... and maybe strength and constitution too? You know, Elves are so good at everything..."

I object, as I have a grudge against Elven characters. Can't stand them, infact.

I might have to give you some penalties....

Thinlómien · 02-01-2008, 03:49 AM

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Originally Posted by Roa_Aoife

I object, as I have a grudge against Elven characters. Can't stand them, infact.

I might have to give you some penalties....

Thinlómien's player's brow furrowed and then her expression turned to a (rather uncomfortable) smile. "But Roa, my friend. She is only 1/4 elf so surely that makes her count as a human, right?"

Roa_Aoife · 02-01-2008, 04:02 AM

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Originally Posted by Thinlómien

Thinlómien's player's brow furrowed and then her expression turned to a (rather uncomfortable) smile. "But Roa, my friend. She is only 1/4 elf so surely that makes her count as a human, right?"

Alright, I'll let it slide.... THIS time.

Nogrod · 02-01-2008, 05:01 AM

It seemed no one had noticed the stout elderly man who carried his Rolemaster-books under his arm. He followed the discussion for a while before entering it.

"Brains, not bonuses my friends...", he began. Then he pulled the d10's from his pockets and shook his hand before throwing the dices to the ground. "And a little luck to be sure...", he smiled after recognising the result.

After picking the d10's up he took his character sheet and marked the result of his throw into it looking at the sheet thoughtfully for a moment. He adjusted a few stats and folded the sheet back in between the pages of his Character law & Campaign law. He looked around pleased.

"Okay I'm called Nogrod. That's not my real name to be sure as that is Akseli but you need not bother yourselves with it."

Suddenly he recognised a most familiar looking face among people gathered around. "Ahh, Thinlómien of the Dúnedain! How nice to see you! And already bantering about things with weak arguments. What's wrong with Richard when the prof. himself used names like Bill and Sam? I mean even if someone wishes to be called Timmy that should be okay. It's their own shame." He smiled heartily to the Dúnedain.

"I'm in. But don't expect me to flood the discussion this time. I think it's a high time for me to try and change my tactics in these Werewolf games. Let's see if I manage to do that..." There was an ironic smile in his face as he shook his head. "Let's see..."

Volo · 02-01-2008, 07:28 AM

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Originally Posted by Nogrod

"I'm in. But don't expect me to flood the discussion this time. I think it's a high time for me to try and change my tactics in these Werewolf games. Let's see if I manage to do that..." There was an ironic smile in his face as he shook his head. "Let's see..."

"Haven't you said that in the planning stages of four or five preveous games?" said a very self-content voice.

Nogrod turned towards the voice and saw a large black shape lumbering through the fog.

Whoever this gigantic person was, he was now talking in a rather impatient fashion to someone else. "Slow down Bungo! You don't want to give a bad impression of me, do you? Now, now set me down so I can see them all".

"Ook", answered a deep inhuman voice, which suited better to the big lumbering creature.

A black gorilla entered the circle and took off the painting that hung on his neck on a heavy golden chain. He sat down with a thump and set the painting in front of himself.

"And so we meet again, Nogrod!" said the self-content voice of the painting. The painting was of a man with a broad moustache, wearing an odd light brown jacket and hat. The painting turned his gaze away from Nogrod and said, "As you all know, I am Volo and I detest funny people. I want to get this over with as quickly as possible because my team will leave to explore the Alps in exactly two weeks".

Legate of Amon Lanc · 02-01-2008, 08:19 AM

A pair of dice gently rolled down the steep hill. The pips on their sides kept flashing with bright yellow colors on the deep purple background.

"Smoke on the waa..."

I said background.

"Stop that CD player," the DM said, pointing to the other side of the room. "We are not going to hear a word. We'd better prepare everything - should I make a recapitulation of the last session?"
"I can hear you well even with the CD playing," spoke the player sitting on the DM's right. "And besides, we need to wait still for Viktor and Milan to come."
"Viktor wrote that he's coming late," said a voice from the kitchen. "But I say we start without him. Do you want the crisps now or later?"
"Whose is this dice?" the DM asked.
"Probably mine," said the youngest and smallest of the players. "Then put it away from the map," the DM ordered him. "This is the steep hill you camped upon the last time. The trolls you spotted..."
"Look, I managed to catch the net here! Is that wi-fi of yours fixed?" one of the players screamed.
"No, you are catching the neighbour's."
"Viktor just wrote that he is stuck in a traffic jam."
"Oh yes, I don't want crisps, do you happen to have some jam?"
"...as I said, the trolls..."
"And Milan, as I know him, is coming at least an hour later. That's typical. Did he ever come on time?"
"...the trolls you spotted..."
"I think he didn't. Oh, look, it runs perfectly smoothly. How fast connection does your neighbour have?"
"...trolls are down there. Look, if you don't want to listen to me..."
"Well, I don't know about jam, but I could call Viktor to buy something when he's on the way."
"Where's your tortoise? He's not inside the vivarium anymore."
"He's crawling on the map. Isn't he going to eat the dice?"
"Not sure. Can we use him instead of a troll figure? What do you say, DM?"
"DM?"
"Where is DM?"
***
The mist did not move even by the slightest breath of the wind. The Barrow Downs were covered in an impenetrable veil of cold vapours, and the shadowy figures speaking softly with each other were almost unseen on further distance than a few yards. The character of the ex-DM stepped as close as he dared and lifted a hand in greeting. "Salutations, good people. Am I on the right place for hunting Werewolves? Or, being hunted, for that matter?" When he did not get immediate answer, he continued. "Silence gives consent, I take it, so I'm glad to join you." He reached his hand in turn to each of the present ones. "I am called Grimburgoth, son of Herion and Peath. I come from Geann A-Lisch. You never heard of it? It's in the Drúwaith Iaur, a mighty fortress of the Dark Lord. Well, more like a ruin now." He looked around at the stern faces. "Well, as I said, they call me Grimburgoth, but that's secret - not for you, because it does not concern you. My current mission is to act as an agent and pretend that I am certain... Legate of Amon Lanc. You can call me Legate if you wish, at least it will help me if there are opposing forces around and listening. I know you are going to call me that anyway." He winked at one of the bystanders. "I am having a break currently from my mission, because -" a chuckle louder than thunder resounded all over the place and Grimburgoth looked up into the mist "- well, because my opponents are not ready to face me yet."

Aganzir · 02-01-2008, 08:31 AM

With a loud pop, the fat highwayman Dúnadan turned into a young Rohir man who was stroking his little grey kitten with one hand and his chin with the other, and then into a young and rather short she-creature with a hooknose, long nails and a wide grin.

"Sorry if you were scared by the noise," Aganzir said in a charming, Northeastern accent and didn't sound sorry at all. "It took me a while to decide which of these wonderful persons I'd like to play... And I ended up with the most wonderful, of course."

She took her crumbled and stearin-stained character sheet from her pocket and tore it into pieces, then looked at her two pretty-coloured d10's almost sadly and threw them away.

"I am fed up with rules and restrictions. And besides, if I have played Rolemaster for all my life (well, almost), I'm not going to change that to D&D. I will do without."

She looked around her and counted quickly those that weren't still lurking in the mist.

"One, two, three... seven. Plus Grandpa Farael and Lady Roa," she nodded at them courteously. "It seems that almost half of us are here already."

Then she bothered to look with whom she would be playing.

"I'm actually a bit scared of Uncle Gwathy..." She stressed word Gwathy. "He looks so... violent. And- it can't be sally and Lommy!" She blinked her eyes innocently. "Have we met one another before? No? I'm surely just mixing you up with some of my old... friends. Oh well. Cab, do you mind if I call you Wagner?"

Aganzir looked at the man who bore noticeable resemblance to one Alastor Moody she had once seen long ago. "Akseli had a good point about names the Prof used. And I have a bad feeling about Lommy. Really, she's accusing someone of something she's doing herself as well!"

Aganzir smirked nastily when she noticed the gorilla and the painting. The gorilla didn't do a thing to stop her when she took a brush and a little tube of Alizarin Crimson and painted the man's lips and cheeks. Then she clapped her hands, seemingly delighted.

**

Farael, shouldn't you add an I in the title?

And what will be the deadline?

edit: xed with Leggy

satansaloser2005 · 02-01-2008, 02:34 PM

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Originally Posted by Lommie

"Roa, Farael, are you there? I think Thinlómien should receive extra bonuses to her wisdom and intelligence, being of Elvish descent... oh, and also to dexterity and charisma... and maybe strength and constitution too? You know, Elves are so good at everything..."

"Seems to me like Miss Lommie may be getting a bit of a big head, which I can unsterstand for someone of her breeding," quipped Sally.

Ummmmm well.... neither of the deadlines are particularly attractive to me, but I would vote for the 7-8pm CT DL because it's the better of the two by a slight margin. The mornings I'll be in class (or on my way to class I should say) but the evenings I'll be gone half the time and would have to post/vote like 3-4 hours pre-DL.

Farael · 02-01-2008, 04:29 PM

Well, we can't decide until we have everyone on board, but right now it's looking like 9 AM CST (3 PM GMT if my complex mathematical models* are correct).

The question is, will you Europeans be able to contribute at that time? It may very well be during work-hours for you folks, so keep that in mind. The game will not have retractable votes, so being around at the deadline won't be as crucial.

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*By complex mathematical models, Farael means five fingers in one hand and the thumb on the other.

Legate of Amon Lanc · 02-01-2008, 04:39 PM

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Originally Posted by Farael

Well, we can't decide until we have everyone on board, but right now it's looking like 9 AM CST (3 PM GMT if my complex mathematical models* are correct).

The question is, will you Europeans be able to contribute at that time? It may very well be during work-hours for you folks, so keep that in mind. The game will not have retractable votes, so being around at the deadline won't be as crucial.

Speaking just for myself, as long as we have the exam time, which is still for some two weeks into the future, I should have time to appear around the DL, as my time is technically not limited by anything (and certainly not in the afternoons).

Aganzir · 02-03-2008, 11:11 AM

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Originally Posted by Farael

The question is, will you Europeans be able to contribute at that time?

I have exams next week, but after that Tuesday and Thursday may prove a little problematic for me (assuming it's day, not night, that is ending then). But if the deadline was 8 pm ct, my contribution would stop about eight hours before the deadline every day (well, except weekends).

I know this thread hasn't been up for long yet, but should you start sending some invitations? I guess there should be several people who are interested in a simple game but don't know about this.

Shastanis Althreduin · 02-03-2008, 02:17 PM

The fates are conspiring against me to make me eat my words, it seems.

I'll help you fill a spot if you can't find anyone else. Consider me a reserve?

Farael · 02-03-2008, 03:32 PM

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Originally Posted by Aganzir

I know this thread hasn't been up for long yet, but should you start sending some invitations? I guess there should be several people who are interested in a simple game but don't know about this.

Yes, I will do it this afternoon... the problem for me is that I haven't really been around much and the people I used to talk to are no longer here, or are here very rarely. Still, I'll see what I can come up with.

Players are also welcome to invite other people if they'd like!

Nogrod · 02-01-2008, 07:51 PM

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Originally Posted by satansaloser2005

Ummmmm well.... neither of the deadlines are particularly attractive to me, but I would vote for the 7-8pm CT DL because it's the better of the two by a slight margin. The mornings I'll be in class (or on my way to class I should say) but the evenings I'll be gone half the time and would have to post/vote like 3-4 hours pre-DL.

The one you like with "a slight margin" would be something like 3 or 4 AM in our time (four to five players this far of those enrolled would have that middle of the night then) so if that margin really is slight let's make it the other one?

Okay we still need a few players and let's see from wherever they come from...

satansaloser2005 · 02-01-2008, 09:42 PM

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Originally Posted by Nogrod

The one you like with "a slight margin" would be something like 3 or 4 AM in our time (four to five players this far of those enrolled would have that middle of the night then) so if that margin really is slight let's make it the other one?

Okay we still need a few players and let's see from wherever they come from...

That's what I figured. Hence why it was a slight margin, if at all. Either one is fine with me. I may just have to vote before I go to bed or whatnot because I'm not a morning person, which shouldn't be that big of a deal anyway.

Gwathagor · 02-02-2008, 11:53 AM

Let me make sure I understand this: Is the "deadline" we choose the time at which the Day ends and the Night begins? If that's the case, I'd vote for 9 pm Central Time (that is what CT stands for, isn't it?). Sorry. It's my first game. I don't know what I'm doing.

Legate of Amon Lanc · 02-02-2008, 01:17 PM

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Originally Posted by Gwathagor

Let me make sure I understand this: Is the "deadline" we choose the time at which the Day ends and the Night begins? If that's the case, I'd vote for 9 pm Central Time (that is what CT stands for, isn't it?). Sorry. It's my first game. I don't know what I'm doing.

Yes, the Deadline is the time when Day ends and Night begins and in fact, also the time when Night ends and Day begins.

satansaloser2005 · 02-03-2008, 08:20 PM

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Originally Posted by Gwathagor

Let me make sure I understand this: Is the "deadline" we choose the time at which the Day ends and the Night begins? If that's the case, I'd vote for 9 pm Central Time (that is what CT stands for, isn't it?). Sorry. It's my first game. I don't know what I'm doing.

Hate to ask a silly question, but is the proposed deadline 9am CT or 9pm? Just to ensure that I know when I need to be around.

01-31-2008, 11:34 PM	#1
McCaber Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: Skyrim, again. Posts: 820	McCaber, the new guy in the group, was sitting off to the side with a glum expression on his face. "Seriously, why do we have to do D&D now? I've been waiting for the 40K game for five years, I get one of the last copies ever, and to add insult to injury they shut down the company within hours of when I finally got my book. No, I'm not bitter at all about that." The DM spoke to him with displeasure in his voice. "If you really want to leave, you may. But everyone else will get all of the treasure and XP ever." "You wouldn't!" "Try me. If you leave, Roa gets double experience for every encounter, just to make up for last time." McCaber struggled to contain his fury. "Fine, I'll play," he said, "but let's make it a quick game. All right, my character is a cleric named Richard the Unobscure. He's Lawful Evil, despises the rest of the party, has no qualms with manipulating others to get his way, and may even resort to sm- " "Now that's enough. Please, this is a serious game." "Alright, but I'm keeping the class and name. I can come up with background for him on the fly, if I really need to." McCaber grabs a book, his dice, and character sheets. He is ready for the challenge. __________________ Werewolves vs. Fishmen. The battle of the century.

02-01-2008, 03:31 AM	#2
Thinlómien Shady She-Penguin Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a far land beyond the Sea Posts: 8,093	A merry-looking young woman appeared from nowhere. "Well, she couldn't have been there before, for otherwise she would have already joined in the discussion as she's such a chatterbox", her player said defensively, expecting the game master/dungeon master/whatever he should be called to protest to her character Thinlómien appearing from nowhere. "Hello. I'm Thinlómien of the Dúnedain. You may wonder why do I have a Sindarin name. That's simply because I'm named after my Elven grandmother." Oh, now I sound like I was bragging about my bloodlines... not a good start of making friends... Thus she turned to the others, smiling a bit apologetically. Still, she couldn't help feeling a bit superior. Or maybe it was just her player feeling superior. "Richard? Is that a proper ME name? I don't think so. I mean, I confess giving some minor NPCs uncanonical names when I was a GM but you... you name your character Richard. Now I'm glad the Prof is already dead and doesn't need to hear of such a horrible crime." But unfortunately Thinlómien's player, like her character, had never been good in faking anything. A mischevious smile in her eyes revealed that she was only bantering with this new McCaber guy. Then she turned to Sally and Gwathagor. She exchanged conspiratory glances with Sally. "Last game was excellent, my friend", she grinned, "let's be as excellent this time." "Gwathagor? Unless I'm mistaken, you're new here. Welcome. It is more fun that you can even imagine." "Roa, Farael, are you there? I think Thinlómien should receive extra bonuses to her wisdom and intelligence, being of Elvish descent... oh, and also to dexterity and charisma... and maybe strength and constitution too? You know, Elves are so good at everything..." __________________ Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer Blood is running deep, some things never sleep Double Fenris

02-01-2008, 05:01 AM	#6
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	It seemed no one had noticed the stout elderly man who carried his Rolemaster-books under his arm. He followed the discussion for a while before entering it. "Brains, not bonuses my friends...", he began. Then he pulled the d10's from his pockets and shook his hand before throwing the dices to the ground. "And a little luck to be sure...", he smiled after recognising the result. After picking the d10's up he took his character sheet and marked the result of his throw into it looking at the sheet thoughtfully for a moment. He adjusted a few stats and folded the sheet back in between the pages of his Character law & Campaign law. He looked around pleased. "Okay I'm called Nogrod. That's not my real name to be sure as that is Akseli but you need not bother yourselves with it." Suddenly he recognised a most familiar looking face among people gathered around. "Ahh, Thinlómien of the Dúnedain! How nice to see you! And already bantering about things with weak arguments. What's wrong with Richard when the prof. himself used names like Bill and Sam? I mean even if someone wishes to be called Timmy that should be okay. It's their own shame." He smiled heartily to the Dúnedain. "I'm in. But don't expect me to flood the discussion this time. I think it's a high time for me to try and change my tactics in these Werewolf games. Let's see if I manage to do that..." There was an ironic smile in his face as he shook his head. "Let's see..." __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet...

02-01-2008, 08:19 AM	#8
Legate of Amon Lanc A Voice That Gainsayeth Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: In that far land beyond the Sea Posts: 7,431	A pair of dice gently rolled down the steep hill. The pips on their sides kept flashing with bright yellow colors on the deep purple background. "Smoke on the waa..." I said background. "Stop that CD player," the DM said, pointing to the other side of the room. "We are not going to hear a word. We'd better prepare everything - should I make a recapitulation of the last session?" "I can hear you well even with the CD playing," spoke the player sitting on the DM's right. "And besides, we need to wait still for Viktor and Milan to come." "Viktor wrote that he's coming late," said a voice from the kitchen. "But I say we start without him. Do you want the crisps now or later?" "Whose is this dice?" the DM asked. "Probably mine," said the youngest and smallest of the players. "Then put it away from the map," the DM ordered him. "This is the steep hill you camped upon the last time. The trolls you spotted..." "Look, I managed to catch the net here! Is that wi-fi of yours fixed?" one of the players screamed. "No, you are catching the neighbour's." "Viktor just wrote that he is stuck in a traffic jam." "Oh yes, I don't want crisps, do you happen to have some jam?" "...as I said, the trolls..." "And Milan, as I know him, is coming at least an hour later. That's typical. Did he ever come on time?" "...the trolls you spotted..." "I think he didn't. Oh, look, it runs perfectly smoothly. How fast connection does your neighbour have?" "...trolls are down there. Look, if you don't want to listen to me..." "Well, I don't know about jam, but I could call Viktor to buy something when he's on the way." "Where's your tortoise? He's not inside the vivarium anymore." "He's crawling on the map. Isn't he going to eat the dice?" "Not sure. Can we use him instead of a troll figure? What do you say, DM?" "DM?" "Where is DM?" *** The mist did not move even by the slightest breath of the wind. The Barrow Downs were covered in an impenetrable veil of cold vapours, and the shadowy figures speaking softly with each other were almost unseen on further distance than a few yards. The character of the ex-DM stepped as close as he dared and lifted a hand in greeting. "Salutations, good people. Am I on the right place for hunting Werewolves? Or, being hunted, for that matter?" When he did not get immediate answer, he continued. "Silence gives consent, I take it, so I'm glad to join you." He reached his hand in turn to each of the present ones. "I am called Grimburgoth, son of Herion and Peath. I come from Geann A-Lisch. You never heard of it? It's in the Drúwaith Iaur, a mighty fortress of the Dark Lord. Well, more like a ruin now." He looked around at the stern faces. "Well, as I said, they call me Grimburgoth, but that's secret - not for you, because it does not concern you. My current mission is to act as an agent and pretend that I am certain... Legate of Amon Lanc. You can call me Legate if you wish, at least it will help me if there are opposing forces around and listening. I know you are going to call me that anyway." He winked at one of the bystanders. "I am having a break currently from my mission, because -" a chuckle louder than thunder resounded all over the place and Grimburgoth looked up into the mist "- well, because my opponents are not ready to face me yet." __________________ "Should the story say 'he ate bread,' the dramatic producer can only show 'a piece of bread' according to his taste or fancy, but the hearer of the story will think of bread in general and picture it in some form of his own." -On Fairy-Stories Last edited by Legate of Amon Lanc; 02-01-2008 at 08:23 AM.

02-01-2008, 08:31 AM	#9
Aganzir Woman of Secret Shadow Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: in hollow halls beneath the fells Posts: 4,511	With a loud pop, the fat highwayman Dúnadan turned into a young Rohir man who was stroking his little grey kitten with one hand and his chin with the other, and then into a young and rather short she-creature with a hooknose, long nails and a wide grin. "Sorry if you were scared by the noise," Aganzir said in a charming, Northeastern accent and didn't sound sorry at all. "It took me a while to decide which of these wonderful persons I'd like to play... And I ended up with the most wonderful, of course." She took her crumbled and stearin-stained character sheet from her pocket and tore it into pieces, then looked at her two pretty-coloured d10's almost sadly and threw them away. "I am fed up with rules and restrictions. And besides, if I have played Rolemaster for all my life (well, almost), I'm not going to change that to D&D. I will do without." She looked around her and counted quickly those that weren't still lurking in the mist. "One, two, three... seven. Plus Grandpa Farael and Lady Roa," she nodded at them courteously. "It seems that almost half of us are here already." Then she bothered to look with whom she would be playing. "I'm actually a bit scared of Uncle Gwathy..." She stressed word Gwathy. "He looks so... violent. And- it can't be sally and Lommy!" She blinked her eyes innocently. "Have we met one another before? No? I'm surely just mixing you up with some of my old... friends. Oh well. Cab, do you mind if I call you Wagner?" Aganzir looked at the man who bore noticeable resemblance to one Alastor Moody she had once seen long ago. "Akseli had a good point about names the Prof used. And I have a bad feeling about Lommy. Really, she's accusing someone of something she's doing herself as well!" Aganzir smirked nastily when she noticed the gorilla and the painting. The gorilla didn't do a thing to stop her when she took a brush and a little tube of Alizarin Crimson and painted the man's lips and cheeks. Then she clapped her hands, seemingly delighted. Farael*, shouldn't you add an I in the title? And what will be the deadline? edit: xed with Leggy __________________ He bit me, and I was not gentle.*

02-01-2008, 04:29 PM	#11
Farael Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: In hospitals, call rooms and (rarely) my apartment. Posts: 1,538	Well, we can't decide until we have everyone on board, but right now it's looking like 9 AM CST (3 PM GMT if my complex mathematical models* are correct). The question is, will you Europeans be able to contribute at that time? It may very well be during work-hours for you folks, so keep that in mind. The game will not have retractable votes, so being around at the deadline won't be as crucial. ------------------------------------------------------------ By complex mathematical models, Farael means five fingers in one hand and the thumb on the other. __________________ I prepared Explosive Runes* this morning.

02-03-2008, 02:17 PM	#14
Shastanis Althreduin Werewolf Psychic Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: In fire, water, earth, and air. But mostly water. Posts: 2,832	The fates are conspiring against me to make me eat my words, it seems. I'll help you fill a spot if you can't find anyone else. Consider me a reserve?

02-02-2008, 11:53 AM	#18
Gwathagor Shade with a Blade Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: A Rainy Night In Soho Posts: 2,512	Let me make sure I understand this: Is the "deadline" we choose the time at which the Day ends and the Night begins? If that's the case, I'd vote for 9 pm Central Time (that is what CT stands for, isn't it?). Sorry. It's my first game. I don't know what I'm doing. __________________ Stories and songs.

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