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4 yrs ago
Current On RP Hiatus. Will be back eventually...
4 yrs ago
Free virtual benefit concert tonight: TheFarmMustGoOn.com
4 yrs ago
Good luck, @blindwoofer. Mine likes to wash his paws off in his water dish.
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4 yrs ago
@Crab... see if you can find out what she's interested in. Then ask her about it. No flirting need be involved to just break the ice. :)
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4 yrs ago
Amazing how many sudden epidemiology experts there are in the world
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Bio

Long time casual role player who loves tales of adventure! I enjoy tabletop games, play-by-post, and even LARP!

Wild (and sometimes weird) west and medieval fantasy games with an 'old-school' D&D feel are my favorite.

In real life, I'm a software engineer and wanna-be farmer. I have a little garden and some chickens that like to destroy my flower beds. But I like 'em anyway and they all have names. ;) Sometimes they lay me some breakfast.

Other hobbies include dog agility and archery.

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Bailey Grainger shakes his head at Mistihkoman's question. "I'd rather hire you than get an apology," he said with a laugh, again mopping some sweat from his brow with the handkerchief

Sergio, it seemed, had already guessed at Grainger's intent and Bailey offers the man his hand to shake, then does the same to the others before he takes a seat on the other side of the mahogany desk.

They'd handled Logan and his hired thugs easily enough. Even the one that had tried to remove himself from the fray had come through when it mattered.

"I was impressed with your handiwork down there. Would you be interested in a job? It’s really quite simple, I have a package, a present, which I need delivered to my brother Wyatt, in a little town south of Odessa. You'd be compensated, of course," he explains, looking around to see if there is any interest from those gathered in his office.
@Eviledd1984, not a stupid idea at all. I'm still a newbie at Discord, so don't tend to think about using it. But it is pretty nice for quick OOC chat. The only reason I got a little hesitant is that I was in another RP that started using it and it made the players that didn't use Discord get so disconnected from the planning they both ended up dropping out. But if everyone can use it, that doesn't seem to be an applicable concern here. :)

@Landain, Thank you for setting up the server & channels!
The man in white raised a shot glass of his own at the those that acknowledged him and took a sip to join them in their drink, though it's unlikely he could hear any of their exchanged words through the window glass. As he spots Sergio crossing the room toward the stairs, Grainger moves away from the window.

At the top of the stairs is a small balcony and beyond, an office with the door already opened. It's furnished with an expensive mahogany desk, currently messy with paperwork. The back wall is covered by shelving units that contain a variety of books, stacks of papers, boxes, a couple bottles of whiskey, and even a few decorative items that get a bit lost in the clutter. Several chairs are arranged in front of the desk. Grainger himself is short, balding, fat, and sweating in the Texas heat. "Come in, come in," Grainger beckons to Sergio (and anyone else that is following).

He wipes his brow with a handkerchief as he chuckles. "I never did like that asshole Logan, it’s about time someone put him in his place. I’m Bailey Grainger, owner of this here fine saloon."

Thanks for the heads up Bing! I know Sergio is headed upstairs. Not sure yet if the rest of the group is leaving the unconscious form of Mr. Logan for the saloon keep to deal with or taking more drastic measures. :)

@Eviledd1984 I'd be cool with it IF everyone in the group uses Discord. (I do, and obviously Bing does.) Otherwise, it seems like it would leave out some folks from the conversations. @Landain@BigPapaBelial, thoughts?
The portly saloonkeeper slowly raised himself up from behind the bar where he'd taken cover, a shotgun in his grip. "Ya ain't usin' the Saloon as a gallows," he declared. Though would not concern himself with anything that took place outside the saloon.

The man in white was still in the upstairs window and waves to get the saloonkeeper's attention, then points at the participants of the fight and makes a gesture that the saloonkeep seems to understand. He nods, then pulls out a bottle that had been hidden beneath the bar, the Sweetwater Saloon's finest whiskey, and pours a shot for each of them.

"Compliments of Mr. Grainger, the proprietor of this fine establishment. He’d like to see you upstairs."
@BingTheWing Not too late at all. Maybe I narrated the end of the brawl too quickly in an effort to get to the main plot hook. It's always a bit tricky, finding that right balance with a new group. Sounds like next time I need to let the action play out for at least another go 'round or two. :)
I used to enjoy mainly medieval fantasy, D&D-esque type RPs. And I still do like those. Though in recent months I've been super into Wild West tales, both historical and weird west stuff. (With a slight preference toward semi-historical.)

As for the tales themselves... I want drama and action! Maybe romance. But bring on the gunslingin' outlaws, range wars, and rattlesnakes!

Welcome, goldchain! :)

I've recently returned to the hobby as well after a long hiatus. It's hard to stay away forever! I hope you find lots of fun RPs!
Fists and melee weapons fly, quickly making a mess of the saloon.

Sergio's target groaned when the pool cue struck him. Mistihkoman's ferocity was not lost on the remaining thugs and two of them hesitated as their buddies continued brawling it out with Billy, Taylor, Sergio, & Mistihkoman.

"Savage!" cried Mr Logan as Mistihkoman made his threats. "Hard to believe they even let your cheating hide in here!" he said, still backpedaling.

Luckily enough for Logan, the native's attention is stolen. Good. Logan's hand goes inside his vest and grabs ahold of the derringer pistol concealed within. He'd put a stop to this madness! But he had barely pulled it clear of the garment when the bottle smashed down over his head. The shoddy little pistol dropped out of his hand and clattered to the wooden saloon floor just a second ahead of Mr. Logan himself. He lies, unmoving.

Upstairs in the window, a smirk passes over the face of the man dressed in white.

Seeing their boss go down, the thugs that can still stand wise up and try to rush for the door. All except for the one with his arms locked around Mistihkoman. That thug has suddenly found himself without allies and he tries to shove the native into Taylor to buy himself a few second's head start to get out the door.

Whooo! I'm glad that Finney got in a good hit on Mr. Logan. :)

Finney noted that the southern gentleman had not entered the fight yet.


Did you mean Taylor? Cause he's in the fight.

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