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    1. Hekazu 11 yrs ago

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5 yrs ago
And back I am. Exhausted, certainly, and may need a while for that to wear off, but I'm once more here to read and even write!
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5 yrs ago
Won't be replying for a while. Am hiking.
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5 yrs ago
My congratulations to the winners of TI9! Well played gentlemen, well played.
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6 yrs ago
Should have been writing posts. Took part in D&D shenaniganry instead. Got to fix that tomorrow.
6 yrs ago
There's a lot of backlog here on my end. I'm trying my best to lessen it, but replies might be less frequent for a time. A welcome change from the nothing doing I went through though! Thanks partners!

Bio

I suppose it is about time for me to copypaste fill in some information about myself over here just as well. Only took me a few years to getting around to do it.

I am a married individual in my twenties from the country some people dare claim does not exist. The Finland conspiracy is an old joke, you can stop with it now. Not a native speaker of the English language by any means, though I did begin studying it exceptionally early for our country's standards. I suppose it was some sort of a test case. With that out of the way though, what more should I be saying here...
  • I like being nice to people. If one needs to ask why, well that alone is reason enough.
  • I play and Dungeon Master Dungeons and Dragons, both offline and in the past also over here.
  • I enjoy OOC chatter, be it planning the RP or a more casual exchange (not that RP'ing is that serious). I can make do without, but don't be afraid to talk to me.
  • Whatever the case, I'm here to have fun and hone my writing abilities!
I do think that should about cover it, yes.

Thanks for stopping by I suppose! I do also have a Discord account, but I prefer to start anything RP related on the site. At least with people I don't know from the past, that is! But hey, now if you are a longer time contact of mine and happened to read this, now you know and can ask!

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Rodger dat, I'll edit it into my last post. i'm guessing this is slashing? if so, half damage.


Slashing indeed. Factor in resistances accordingly.

@Hekazu

Wisdom Save is a 22/20.


Thank you, I will take this into account once I can get to writing my post. Hopefully tonight, but it may take longer.
Pardon the delay, the heat has really been taking its toll on me. Now, I did at least figure out that Orchid got hit (rolls being 21 to hit and 6 for damage), but I'm lagging behind on piecing together people's positions... this is where having those map source files earlier would have been good. I should have this wrapped up soon though...

I think all I need is a WIS save from Kyra, actually. So, please account for the taken damage (which should keep your rage going) @Lucius Cypher and please provide the aforementioned save @Norschtalen.
I propose a player handles putting their own sheet there, for the ease of editing if and when more chrome or different guns find their way on their person. But yes, I do figure we might as well move to begin.
Hello, I'm looking to join one of these games, would that be possible?

I am afraid we are quite full, as our join status indicator currently states. Sorry! Best of luck in finding a spot in another game!
Most of the heroes of Greenest were well on their way out now, but the full force of the cult was not far behind. The next arrivals numbered one head more than the last batch, this time two of them wearing the more elaborate armour of the one leader that had been struck down, and had Parum still been nearby she might have identified one of them as Dragonclaw Stern, but not from the distance she was at. The two were followed by two acolytes openly brandishing the symbols that served as the source of their power. "Stop the enemy! Slay them all!" one of the leadership figures yelled, their underlings ready to obey.

Despite this eagerness, they could not quite close the distance as fast as the previously rushing ones had. They were left twenty or so feet away from their closest mark, that being the half-orc of the group. While they still prepared to call upon their power however, the machete wielding man had the chance to sink or swim. Even in his state or rage, he would understand that the fight could not continue in the favour of he and his friends, especially not if they were all retreating and he would be left on the field alone.

With no votes of disapproval voiced, I decided to move on with placing Croaks onto the Characters tab.

It should be noted that if anyone wants to play as Ribby, I am still more than welcoming to the thought. We might need to have a bit of chat about their common history together, but that's more of a boon than an issue, is it not?
Croaks, of the Colonel's Corner Amphibians


Name: Miquel Borges Mão de Ferro Santos, though everybody knows him as "Croaks"

Appearance: Croaks is a large man, despite him lacking any easily visible cybernetics and having not gone through any biografting. His small victory in the genetics lottery did make him taller and more muscular than your average Combat Zone kid though, and when times are rough one has got to count all the blessings they can get. While on the ground, he most often dresses in paramilitary style cargo pants of jungle camouflage style, coupled with heavy black boots, all the while he covers his upper body with a manila string vest. If he is expecting gunfights, he might exchange the stuff for kevlar his gang had bought from good Lieutenant, but he prefers not to.

His hair is kept short, and the river keeps it dyed in its dirty colour. For his skin, the man is tan as his Portuguese heritage would suggest, but with how little sun keeps coming down here it is not anything too impressive.

When doing stuff underwater, he tosses on a black wetsuit with a few yellow stripes on the side, or stripes that once were yellow anyway. The polluted river has made its toll on those. Like any self respecting diver, he will also be seen wearing flippers and an oxygen mask, using a small waist mounted air tank for what he needs. The gigs don't usually take that long. It's better that way.

Cyberware:

  • Neuralware
    • Neuralware Processor (Allows any other neuralware to function)
    • Low-end Kerenzikov Reflex booster (Enhances reaction time barely noticeably, but it is there)
  • Implants
    • Adrenal Booster (Used to pump more adrenaline in the works for enhanced combat capability. Good for three uses/day.)

Weapons:
On dry land:
  • A "surplus" NCPD favoured bullpup submachinegun of questionable origin. Quite similar to its predecessor FN P90, it fires at 900 shots per minute but thanks to the ammunition used being caseless as is the way of the age, the magazine can fit double the bullets, that being 100. Croaks's gun has been painted over with a paint that gives it an oily appearance, as if recently fished out from the river.
  • A serrated knife, serration added by himself onto some nice knife he picked up on one of his river lorry raids. Nothing too special about it.

Underwater:
  • Marinetech 1765 Harpoon Gun, usually reserved to licensed combat divers. Croaks calls his "Boltcaster".
    Quite a bit more lethal than the usual gun underwater, but much too heavy and clunky to really be of any use outside of water.

Armour: While Croaks prefers to not bother, when the time comes he does toss on a cop grade kevlar vest, and sometimes even changes his pants for the lightly armoured sort. Of course, neither of these are an option when he goes diving. Then it is just the wetsuit and what little protection a rebreather and goggles offer.

Background: Croaks belongs to one of the many gangs in the Night City Combat Zones, and is actually a rather high ranking member of the "Colonel's Corner Amphibians" as they call themselves, based on the fact that around the spot they do most of their work in, at the curve of the river, one can see the neon sign of a bar called Colonel's Corner far above. Croaks is one of the two leader figures of the gang, the other one being Ribby, the nickname belonging to someone Croaks can only call a brother from another mother.

Their gang is small, but as a result quite tightly wound, but small numbers are a big drawback when one takes into account that they need a large headcount or big guns to protect one's turf down here in the slums. Thankfully enough, the saving angel in the for of the crooked Lt. Davison appeared and supplied them for the longest time. Only to vanish in their time of need.

Now that guns and ammo are both running a bit low, there is no other option than to either look for another salesman or find the old one anew. Hopefully without the rest of the gang losing the turf in the meantime. It would get plenty awkward if he needed to try and get the things he was holding for people out of the river until the watchful eye of his rivals.

Marcus and Kethan, who had previously been mostly holding on what had been asked of them to hold and organising scrolls in piles arranged by subject (respectively) soon found themselves requested to do something quite different. They were handed one of the scrolls that had definitely stuck out from the rest, a song about Hraesvelgr's banishment. The half-orc could not help but raise an eyebrow at the insinuation that "the big guy", that being him, would be all that versed in the art of song, or even remotely interested in such a thing, but as he and Kethan began looking over the words to it, the intention of the gnome began to show in a new light.

It was not the song that would be of interest to them. It was how it referenced several divine planes and entities, to Kethan's ill luck less so from Ioun's domain as they had to do with the more war-like of gods, as well as the Triad. Especially the Triad, actually. Like most giants... but there was the fact that... indeed, the great eagle, that being the way the giant was referred to being beaten back by... where the mortal men fell, but a blade of a god would bring around the Ragnarok as the dying giant could call upon the might... Marcus hit his gauntleted fist against the table hard enough to have many items on it hop into the air and splinter wood from under the strike. He looked around, an apologetic expression on his face while the Guildmaster shook his head at him.

"The giant has no particular weakness, that is true. All was tested, but only gods would have the might to match a titan. Yet they could not, for it would have been an invitation of war", the paladin in service to Tyr explained, remembering bits and pieces of old references from different stanzas to supplement what was already in the song. "Long story short, champions. Mighty individuals received a blessing from the gods and were sent forward to do the deed. As our presence here to this day suggests..." he began wrapping his piece up with a grin on his face "they won. And as luck would have it, we are very much blessed ourselves."

That reminded me that you happened to volunteer for the task of helping to keep the 0th posts up to date. So enjoy your orange volunteer sticker @The Harbinger of Ferocity!
We already have a CS model, right? At leas this much I know! lol

Regarding the storyline, what you guys ended up agreeing on? How it'll begin? I also have to read a bit about cyberpunk 2020, especially about the augmentation parts. I have some ideas but I don't know if certain types of augmentations are ok (ex: extremely delicate and invasive ones that require brain surgery & etc.


See 0th post on the OOC tab for details, that should be up to date! The augmentations on the other hand, well that largely depends on the character's involvement in all this. We've got examples of low/unmodded people all the way to... well, Scarlett.
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