Austronaut

Unusual Settings

Hi There,

I'm looking for people who are interested in role-playing in some slightly off the beaten path settings, specifically:

David Drake's Hammers Slammers or RCN universes.
Fading Suns RPG Universe (sort of a slightly less grim dark proto warhammer 40k)
Dresden Files or Urban Fantasy in general. I like the idea of paranormal detectives.

I might also be pushed to do some Warhammer Fantasy, although this isn't so unusual.

If you are interested in these settings please PM me. We can work out all the other stuff from there.

Back after Six Months

Hey everyone I was pretty active last year but had to make a sudden move internationally. Now that I am finally settled I'm looking forward to getting back into the swing of things.

Blood, Steel, and Gunpowder (Austronaut & POOHEAD189)

Hilde slid smoothly over to sit across from the dwarf. She marveled at the intricate detail of his mail and weapons.

"One of your kin did me a great kindness once," she said to the newcomer.

"A kindness to me and to my... family," she went on her voice solem.

"Unfortunately he was killed and I was unable to repay his courage." Hilde shuddered with remembered pain. In her minds eye she could still see the stout ranger, pierced by a dozen cruel arrows, swinging his axe and singing his death song.

"If there is something I can do for you, besides provide you with piss poor ale, it would be my honor."

Blood, Steel, and Gunpowder (Austronaut & POOHEAD189)

Hilde concealed a stab of discomfort at the mention of Gilbrecht. The memory of the templar lunging for her throat, his eyes bulging with horror was still raw.

The idea that Cedric was still thinking about it made her yet more uncomfortable. Not for the first time she wondered if she should strike out on her own but without Cedric there was little chance she could find work as a soldier. Fortunately a change of topic presented itself.

"Barkeep! A round on us for the dwarf," she called. Shrugging her shoulders she explained.

"Maybe safer than the Hunter, he looks like someone who has tall business to take care of."

Blood, Steel, and Gunpowder (Austronaut & POOHEAD189)

Im just kind of free wheeling at the moment, Im thinking that there is some corruption in the Nuln aristocracy but it is more graft than heresy. Id like this necromancer to have henchmen and associates, some of whom know him and others who dont. After we start the hunt he can become aware of us and try to put hits out on us and stuff. During the investigation we can make some friends and enemies in high places

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

Feel free to socialize a bit, I am building up to something other than Wow Lenya has a nice house ;)

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

Lenya smiled broadly at Markiel.

"I can't claim to be a practicing Catholic but the old rituals have always been a great comfort to my family. Martinmass in particular is a favorite, for if Jesus can find praise for a pagan who does good, then there might be hope even for witches."

In the background the disel engine rattled to life and Bert pulled away from the small dock headed back to the mainland for any latecomers. He waved his usual cheerful wave as the old craft nosed out towards the sound.

"But lets not stand out here discussing theology. Jakalo's fine goose will need tending!" With an elaborate gesture she turned and led the group up the steep climb to the house. Martainmass lanterns winked in the trees along the way, providing an ambiance of fairie light. Deep down Lenya had to admit that she was showing off a little, her family money was old and she had never wanted anything but it gave her pleasure to use it to create beauty. Her sister Emmaline would have scoffed at the extravagance, but if Emma choose to live like a nun, then that was her affair.

The entered through the garden past the glistening ice sculptures, purchased from the arts students of the University of Maine, and passed through the large wooden doors set in the glass and wooden walls. The parlor was large and carpeted in rich cream. Polished wooden sideboards held a variety of finger foods ranging from the mundane to the extravagant. She had used a catering company for most of it, though there were a few hand made efforts, which despite her enthusiasm looked a little amateurish compared to the professionally prepared stuff.

The smell of roasting goose filled the room, chasing away the last of the early winter cold. She turned to her guests.

"Please make yourselves at home, Im going to check on the goose and then dinner will be served."

She felt a little twinge of nervousness in her stomach, and smiled to recognize a trace of social anxiety.

"I'll be right back."

Blood, Steel, and Gunpowder (Austronaut & POOHEAD189)

Hilde nodded, more of a placeholder than a communication.

"I have it," she acknowledged. Frowning as she realised that the powder was another suspect item that would complicate things with Strickland.

"He dosen't seem much like a witch hunter, not like the ones at the castle. He's dashing, handsome in his way," there was a tinge of bitterness in her voice.

"They would come to the convent sometimes for healing, the Mother Superior said that their souls burned too hot, or that their hate did."

"Do you have much experience with them? Are we going to be able to keep Isolde safe?"

@POOHEAD189

Blood, Steel, and Gunpowder (Austronaut & POOHEAD189)

Hilde snorted at Cedric's delicacy. A year of soldiering with the company had stripped her of any sense of delicacy. She looked over at Isolde the other woman seemed focused on her own thoughts but what the wizard was pondering remained a mystery to her.

"It's fine with me, Isolde and I can share a bed and we can drag a pallet in for you," she declared.

"Necromancers," Isolde muttered, drawing idly with a finger on the dusty tabletop. Hilde kicked her under the table, eliciting a yelp.

"Don't talk like that Isolde, people have ears for Sigmar's sake!"

Isolde's eyes blazed for a moment and then cooled just as quickly.

"I'm sorry Hilde, it is just... people like this make me nervous," the mage stood as she finished speaking.

"I'm going to turn in, I'm exhausted from the road."

Hilde watched her go before turning back to Cedric to shake her head. Isolde had not been out in the world much and it showed at times. She produced the gold coin the witch hunter had left.

"We have a duty to get to the Countess but we need money or some sort of introduction. If this Strickland has a bad reputation it might be just as good as a favorable one, it will make us people to notice, enough to let us speak."

She turned the coin over in her hand. Cedric was a soldier, she didn't really know him but she knew the type and he had proved himself to be reliable and lucky. She didn't imagine she would survive on her own and Isolde was much too flighty to trust.

"I don't want to get mixed up with with Strickland but I need powder and shot and we need money. And what if we let this Wiener run free, more people like us will end up dead in the forest, or wherever this fiend does his work."

@POOHEAD189

Blood, Steel, and Gunpowder (Austronaut & POOHEAD189)

Hilde winced internally as Isolde made the connection between the Amythest college and necromancy. She hoped that Strickland wouldn't scrutinize the connection too much. Behind his easy smile she sensed a keen intelligence and she suspected it would go poorly for them if he should turn it upon the three mercenaries.

Strickland didn't react visibly though Hilde thought she saw a slight sharpening of his eyes. The witch hunter reached into his purse and produced a gold soverign and slapped it down on the table.

"There is a coaching inn by the east gate, ask for me there by name when you have made your decision. I am certain that you will make the correct choice." With that the witchunter came to his feet and bowed with a courtly extravagance before slipping quietly. Isolde let out a breath. Hilde licked her lips and settle into her chair, unsettled by the strange witchhunters sudden appearance and disappearance.

"Well..." Hilde exclaimed, reaching out to snag the golden coin on the table before shifting uncomfortabley.

"That was unexpected, I don't know if I trust him but there is something about him..."

@POOHEAD189