Kadaeux

Legend of Renalta 2 (Dark Fantasy)

@Greengoat.

There is a lever to the right of the portcullis door.

Return of the Force 2.

State of Affairs for events.

We three GMs in our infinite (if infinite = a finite and quantifiable value*) wisdom (if wisdom = just fucking around) have decided to make it a bit easier to know who to go to.

As such the following :"changes" are now in effect.

Events that require a GM with the Republic: Sarzu is the GM to speak to as he is now administering the Republic Faction.

Events that require a GM with the CIS: Kadaeux is the GM to speak to as he is now speaking in third person... I mean administering the CIS Faction.

Events that require a GM with the Syndicate: Gat is the GM to speak to as he is now administering the Syndicate Faction.

Legend of Renalta 2 (Dark Fantasy)

Carnival of Chaos



"Magician, I hope that through your twisted sense of humor, you do not intend to harm the children should we succeed whilst abiding by your rules," Aneura proclaimed much to the Illusionists Amusement. "The only prize we desire is the freedom of this town, though it might be overly optimistic of me to believe you'd relinquish false power so easily." He cocked his head flamboyantly. His illusion presence flickering from place to place.

"Oh no no no, the fate of the town is already sealed if you fail. I need to no more than I already am. But you don't have all the time in the world. The clock is already ticking." A dozen illusory clocks appeared ticking in sync with one another the thud of the ticking hitting one after the other. The smell of woodsmoke thick in the air from the fireplace. "Indeed. You have ten minutes once the first of you begin your event. From that moment if you fail, if you dally, if you take your time, most of this town will die. Now go, or that dog-faced whore-queen's little niece will get a short drop and a sudden stop."

An illusory map appeared in the air showing a map of the illusion carnival.

To the south was marked the Galerie des Glaces, to the north the Galerie des Tournage, to the East was the Gauntlet des Pendules, to the West the Circ de Cauchemar. The map would be easy to memorise and follow, the pavilions large and obvious, even obnoxiously so.

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As Tristan headed for the the Galerie des Tournage Cristoff would make his way to the Galerie des Glaces, at the approach he'd see a large striped red and white pavilion through the main entrance a reflective maze of mirrors could be seen on the entrance. The frames of the mirrors seemed distorted, chaotic and distressingly, their reflections were almost warped too. And somehow harder to tell than if they were perfect mirrors.

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As Aneura headed for the Gauntlet Des Pendules Hanus headed for the Circ des Cauchemar. Aneura would find the way mostly clear, but always there was a Crow nearby watching. The Gauntlet's Pavilion was large and made of what appeared to be midnight black silk. The interior appeared lit only by torches spaced every eight paces or so. The entrance provided such a poor sight into it that Aneura almost missed it. With a whoosing sound something moved past light flickering off of a blade that moved through the air visible for only a moment before it vanished back into the dark. Followed by another and another. Looking hard Aneura could see that the Gauntlet branched out some distance into the pavilion.

Legend of Renalta 2 (Dark Fantasy)

Alphakoka said
Well, how nice of them to tell the Blades to stay.

The "other party" is past the play nice stage ;)

Legend of Renalta 2 (Dark Fantasy)

Sarah's Request



As Andrea moved forward and attempted to convince the Dwarves through the power of seduction to come to their senses her swaying hips, ebony skin and ruby red lips moved in ways that insinuated much and promised more. The two pale dwarves stood there an eyebrow raised on each simultaneously before ignoring the drow woman as she failed to get a rise out of them, metaphorical or otherwise.

Ein's was ignored flat out as Naream summoned the four wights to attempt to subdue them. The Dwarves fought, but slowly and poorly with the controlling intellect lacking the means to do particularly well. One of the Wights was forced off the edge as the two dwarves were shoved down hard and fast by the wights. The strength in the undead creatures forceful grips preventing the Dwarves from climbing up from the ground. But even so the Wights couldn't pull the weapons or shields from the dwarves who still fought the grip of the undead leaving Kasim ready for a battle that wasn't there.

The two pinned dwarves howled in rage in perfect unison. "Turn back now and die."

Legend of Renalta 2 (Dark Fantasy)

Kangaroo said
Everyone better be real careful about their posting quality now :p

Worry less about quality than content.

The more stupidity an idea is the more likely it is to get you killed.

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Return of the Force 2. Direct continuation from Return of the Force from the old Guild. After a short timeskip.

Return of the Force 2.

Druckenwell; Facility 1001010101100001; Too damned early.

Korani stood in the command centre of the Black Heart studying the holographic representation of the battle. He could see out the forward transparisteel viewport. The sight of blaster fire leaping from the Droid Foundry a bright haze. Instead he turned to the Muun next to him. "A nasty problem you have here. A droid rebellion isn't going to go well on your record Skeem."

"Yes, it is a terrible affair. I think one of my competitors are trying to sabotage me, I remember your company from when I ... traded... you that station so long ago. It just occured to me that you might be able to help remove this problem for me in a more discreet manner." The Banker said with concern, enough that he hadn't even brought droid escorts.

"And that is indeed something I can help an old friend with, especially if he might be willing to do us a favour in the future." Korani remarked. Next to him Fidel Castrot was directing the battle against the facility.

"First Company. Press the Northern Flank. No Regrets one through eight. Support the push. Second Company. Reduce resistance, Sixth Company provide support to the first. Free platoons increase pressure on the flanks." He ordered plainly as Korani's forces moved up. "Four through Six Company. Mount up in the Surprise Parties prepare for Happy Hour, the Guests have arrived." Korani studied the plans and could find no fault. He'd secured Fidel Castrot's services and they were paying off. He was a consumate General. The Companies of Duros and Zabraks followed Castrot's orders to the letter. And predictably, the droids responded in accordance with his expectations. The B-1 Battle Droids marched out in Phalanx to try and break the weak line. Hundreds of them with a few dozen B-2 Battle Droids in support. Walking clean into the trap in an effort to force the battle. "Sir, permission to clean out the rabble sir?" Castrot asked smoking the cigar that seemed to be omnipresently in his mouth huffing great clouds of smoke.

"Certainly Castrot." Korani responded with a smily and a friendly pat of the Muun's shoulder.

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The droids marched out of the Foundry trying to secure their freedom, their rebellion. The weak front presented by their enemy gave them the chance. And so delving deep into their programming they responded as they were, well, programmed to. Marching out in a great phalanx with their blasters firing at their entrenched enemies. The tanks were taking the firepower of the droids with little difficulty, the foundry not being tooled for anti-tank. And the men were well trained in the use of cover, those dropping to enemy fire well within the realm of possibility for bacta to save.

And then, little to the droids knowledge an order was given. "Second Company. Maximal Resistance. All supporting elements. Formation Clean Sweep." Turbolasers from the No Regrets that had been poorly fired were now all too accurate the shots blasting apart swathes of the droid core as the APCs moved in on their Repulsors the APCs weapons flashing. Most of the Surprise Parties dived into the facility itself and disgorged their Zabrak Shock Troopers within, the flash of blaster fire beginning almost instantly.

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Fire ripped through the droid phalanx as Korani watched before he keyed the rear hatch of the Black Heart. "Well it's time to get in close. You gentlemen joining us?" Korani asked of the other Duros bounty hunters waiting for his word.

Their answer was filing out of the hatch.

Korani joined them and jetpacked for the facility. "Tibanna Pizza Delivery. Under thirty shots or the last ones free."

The droids had already moved out of the facility but there were new ones being produced. The Zabrak Shock Troops inside the facility were already working to destroy the ones coming off the production line as Korani blasted a trio of B-2s with his Dur-24 Wrist Blasters and destroyed a pair of B1s with his Lanvarok as his men worked to gun them down. Arriving in the main control centre of the Droid Foundry Korani studied the controls and expertly employed his power of reason and deduction by hitting the big red button labelled emergency shutdown. With a resounding grinding halt the facility juddered to a halt with the facility stomping to nothing. The last few droids rattling off the production line.

"Skeem, we've got it all under control in here. You can bring in your staff and retool them, but please try and find the fault and shut it down, I don't work pro-bono often and I don't think you pay for my services without somebody noticing." Korani remarked over the comm.

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Stranger Here Myself; Hersaun III Orbit; Cantina.

Kenno Thar sat back on the stool studying the data in front of him, the contracts offered him were frustrating. Balancing the needs of the Republic and CIS, the simplest thing was to take the minor gov contracts which he did promptly, but moving on from that he'd taken a high value Republic Contract for the Droid Foundry, it was almost totally riskless, and a lesser CIS contract for another of the holdings.

Truth be told Kenno was just glad that he hadn't been dragged along to the battle at Druckenwell. He never had favoured being dragged into combat ops. Over the holonet screen over on the side Thar frowned at it.

A cut to a battle. Duros units scything down a fleeing fleeting enemy. Tanks moving after them closely. Firing their weapons with precision into the fleeing foe. Too indistinct to see the enemy. "Have you ever had this happen to you? Fleeing a superior force? Contact Hadrian's Blade Military Contractors and you can be on the winning side." The scene changes to show a happy customer standing on the back of the Tank shaking hands as a shot from it detonates something in the background. "Hadrians Blade Military Contractors. Killing people so you don't have to."

Kenno just groaned into his drink.

Return of the Force 2.

You begin in the Muunalinst System having just avoided some strange black armoured figures with advanced weaponry who attempted to assassinate you on world. But the ensuing battle didn't escape notice. As you flee your well-armed and skilled attackers the CIS deploys a squadron of Vulture Droids to pursue you and prevent your escape to hyperspace.

They are very definitely kitted out with Discord Missiles. But the godspire asteroid belt may give you the chance to lose their sensor locks and enable your escape.

Return of the Force 2.

Zran said
Is my easy sheet accepted? I haven't heard any official word, so figured I would ask.Thanks again Gat glad you had trouble with it too, I feel less stupid now. Took me an hour of messing around to ask.

It is. Having rolled your start location, and a basic random starting event.

Passing through Loronar, on whatever business, your ship is recognised by Republic Customs who wants to "bring you in" (Especially your smuggler friend) on accusation of smuggling weapons to the Confederacy of Independent Systems.

Your "opponent" such as it is is a trio of ARC-170s called the Flasher Squadron. You can "deal with it" by escaping, destroying them and escaping, or even just bribing them to look the other way.