sorry for my absence i really don't have a good enough reason or explanation. will get working on a post soon
Ya know what?
I respect that confession. Lol.
I look forward to your post.
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STATUS: AD&D was more or less 1.5e. That's not *totally* accurate but it kinda evokes what happened. I've not done D&D in a hot minute, tho. 4 yrs ago
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AD&D was more or less 1.5e. That's not *totally* accurate but it kinda evokes what happened. I've not done D&D in a hot minute, tho.
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6 yrs ago
To everyone who has been patiently awaiting posts, my apologies. I will try to get out a round of posts today!
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6 yrs ago
To anyone waiting on posts from me: as some of y'all know, my place of work minorly caught on fire on Tuesday and I had to deal with that. Literally. Anyways. That's why I'm slow lately.
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6 yrs ago
As a Texan, the proper spelling is "Y'all" not "ya'll." It is a contraction of "You all" not "Ya all." That's all I have to say on any of this.
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6 yrs ago
I'm happy to announce that, illness-wise, I seem to be out of the woods. Thanks for your patience, everyone!
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Yo, what up. I'm The Grundlesnart.
What's a grundlesnart? Me. I'm a grundlesnart.
I've been RPing for like 16 years, since back when Yahoo Groups was still a thing. So yeah, I'm an old fart.
What's a grundlesnart? Me. I'm a grundlesnart.
I've been RPing for like 16 years, since back when Yahoo Groups was still a thing. So yeah, I'm an old fart.
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Ya know what?
I respect that confession. Lol.
I look forward to your post.
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BUMPITY BUMP BUMP
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MASTER OF CEREMONIES
SPARROW, MILK, & HEMLOCK
SPARROW and MILK,
The creature speaks to you. Its voice is like a rasping whisper from a distant place being sent to you via a long tunnel. It is far away from you, but its voice sounds as if it is standing right in front of you.
"Womb," it said simply, one tendril plucking the arrows from its body bloodlessly and casually crushing their shafts. "Require womb. Must make more." It points a tendril at you, Milk.
The plastic tape making up its body shudders with a mass of crinkling noises. "Will find another."
The creature turns away and begins to stalk in the general direction of Steelbird Landing. "More at the Landing..."
HEMLOCK, You feel Him even as you walk. You detect him, moving in your same direction. You walk now with this avatar of the Maelstrom, even if some distance lies between you now. His un-heart pulses just as yours does, in perfect synchronization. You feel it in your bones.
The Dog sat down when asked, as it was in his programming to be quietly obedient lest he experience punishment.
He listened to her question and cocked his head to the side. A single finger raised and pointed to the loudspeaker. Then he took his tablet and wrote down, [From the speaker. Every morning. They give me instructions.]
He erased what he had when she seemed to have read it all, and wrote again. [And you, right now. Sometimes the guards say things, but not to me.] He erased and directed his next written statement to a guard.
[Did Rico ever ask that lab tech out?]
He listened to her question and cocked his head to the side. A single finger raised and pointed to the loudspeaker. Then he took his tablet and wrote down, [From the speaker. Every morning. They give me instructions.]
He erased what he had when she seemed to have read it all, and wrote again. [And you, right now. Sometimes the guards say things, but not to me.] He erased and directed his next written statement to a guard.
[Did Rico ever ask that lab tech out?]
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THE TIME HAS COME FOR A BUUUUUUMP
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MASTER OF CEREMONIES
AVENUE
Key rises after her christening, tears flowing from her eyes. Perhaps, at first, you think this is weakness. But her mouth gives away the truth: She is weeping with joy. Her smile shines as you've never seen it, and she bows to you despite the pain on her back. "Thank you for this honor, Avenue. I will assist you in ushering forth Hope into the world."
She turns then, addressing the gathered mass. "Hope will require items for her arrival. We must build the gate, and she has shown it to me. We must construct a ring of stones upon the ground, with greater stones on the North, South, East, and West points. Within this Circle we must place 14 altars... Upon those altars we will sacrifice 6 of the faithless. 6 of the faithful. One who is without blemish or scar, and One who has been broken. They shall each be sacrificed with 7 knives, with no knives shared between them. Upon this circle will our flesh join, Avenue... and Hope will rush up to consume us, the final sacrifice, and we shall be as one with Hope, to purge all frailty and weakness from this broken world!" Her calm demeanor had become something of deranged excitement over the course of her speech, and she looks at you, Avenue, when she is finished. The look they hold for you has fundamentally changed. You no longer see resentment, but desire. Desire for you.
What do you do?
ALCOHOL & PEPSI
Pepsi, you have found yourself in a small, locked room made primarily from wood but reinforced with chain link fencing wrapped around the outside. The door is basically a pair of logs that can swivel outward, and have a pair of iron bars placed across them to keep them shut. you have a small window, but the chain link keeps your hand from going through it. Alcohol is here, with several of his town guards, and they seem to be assessing what should happen now.
What do you do?
Alcohol, you've got Pepsi locked up in the prison, apparently at your mercy. His hands and clothes are still wet with First's blood, and the metallic scent of blood hangs in the air. Twice is speaking to you in a hushed tone. "I say we shoot him now and be done with it," his voice harsh and conspiratorial. " We don't need some murderer running around and planting rebellious notions into the people."
Glock, another of the guards, raises her hand. "I don't want to risk starting a fight with Plaza. They're one of the bigger holds, and we just don't compare with them for fighting force. We would need an alliance before we could do anything... but I don't want him wandering around, either."
Alcohol, you're no stranger to finding yourself between two shitty choices. You know the Jaguares from Plaza will be on you as soon as they learn you've killed Pepsi. You also know Pepsi will continue to murder. And if he's sitting here, he's costing you additional manpower to keep an eye on him.
What do you do?
SPARROW, MILK, & HEMLOCK
Sparrow, you've watched this conversation and seen that Milk and Hemlock seem to have parted ways peacefully, but something is tugging at the periphery of your senses. A sudden, powerful wrongness. As your eyes instinctively turn, you witness one of the monsters of the chasm. There is no other thing that such a shape could be.
It is shaped something like a human, if the human were wrapped in layer after layer of shiny plastic ribbons, midnight black in color. the ribbons of its body twirl and shift in ways the still air could not cause, and it slowly begins reaching a blunted arm towards Milk, the ribbons slowly snaking forth from the tip of its long stump like winding fingers, whirling through the grass towards Milk's legs...
What do you do?
Milk, as you make your way from the hut, you feel something tug at your ankles. At first it feels like perhaps you simply got mildly tangled in some fallen vines, but the way they stretch and cling to you is far too unnatural to be vines. As you look down, you realize you've been ensnared in a growing tangle of black, plastic tape. You've seen this substance before, when Twix showed you the inner workings of something called a VHS. As you come to realize that this is not natural, the mass tugs hard on your ankles, pulling you to the ground...
What do you do?
Hemlock,
HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED HE HAS ARRIVED
What do you do?
Isaac was quiet on the drive. He had made a mistake, and he knew it, in the way he worded his text.
But watching Deus now, in person, he felt like he was looking at himself a few years ago. He felt like he understood this brand of pain.
Isaac didn't ssy anything. Not a word. He knew without a doubt that there was no combination of words that would set this right or help the situation. Instead, he walked back to the truck and got his first aid kit, waiting for Bernie and Deus to separate before urging Deus to sit down so he would work on the gash.
The procedure was simple enough. "Keep talking to them, don't mind me much. This will probably sting, though." Isaac wasted no time in getting hand sanitizer on his hands, then putting on gloves, then using some bottled water to wash the area, gently inspecting the depth of the gash. "Not quite enough for stitches. Lucky there." He patted it dry and began applying antibiotic ointment.
He used a few adhesive suture strips to keep the wound a bit more closed than it intended to be. Once all this was done, he wrapped it a few times in ace bandage just to keep it covered but breathing.
"Okay. So long as you're up to date on your tetanus shot, I think you'll be fine, leg-wise."
But watching Deus now, in person, he felt like he was looking at himself a few years ago. He felt like he understood this brand of pain.
Isaac didn't ssy anything. Not a word. He knew without a doubt that there was no combination of words that would set this right or help the situation. Instead, he walked back to the truck and got his first aid kit, waiting for Bernie and Deus to separate before urging Deus to sit down so he would work on the gash.
The procedure was simple enough. "Keep talking to them, don't mind me much. This will probably sting, though." Isaac wasted no time in getting hand sanitizer on his hands, then putting on gloves, then using some bottled water to wash the area, gently inspecting the depth of the gash. "Not quite enough for stitches. Lucky there." He patted it dry and began applying antibiotic ointment.
He used a few adhesive suture strips to keep the wound a bit more closed than it intended to be. Once all this was done, he wrapped it a few times in ace bandage just to keep it covered but breathing.
"Okay. So long as you're up to date on your tetanus shot, I think you'll be fine, leg-wise."
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