[Taocow PBEM] Book 3 - Chapter XIV

Kitsune kitsunefx at netzero.net
Wed Dec 18 02:31:31 UTC 2013

Looking at Anne, Alex responds, "Not a true sniper but a markswoman 
myself. I have been working as the team's armorer as well. More of a 
ranger myself however. Pleased to make your acquaintance?" Her JA-12 is 
a pretty good sized rifle as well.

Any strange reaction out of her dagger?

The Coalition ranger can but shake her head. How can a good Coalition 
girl get involved with so much magic. She has heard of line ships and 
even seen pictures of them but has never encountered them. She has seen 
otehrs dress in as fantastic a clothing (ooc: I have a person who 
dresses in what is effectively a Napoleonic British Naval uniform)

"Hello captain, I do not understand why are going to see whales though," 
Alex responds (ooc: Don't think Wales has been used as a location in her 
presence before.)

On 12/13/2013 5:31, difdi at comcast.net wrote:
> OOC: feeling a bit shoehorned here, as the GM went to the next scene 
> without pausing...usually, in this sort of situation I just don't 
> reply at all, since there's nothing for my character to interact with 
> that hasn't already happened...but apparently the GM is waiting on me 
> for a response, so...
> IC: The woman responds to Louissa "My use-name is Anne, and you're not 
> getting the true one.  I'm with the New Tormuk Explorer Corps, armorer 
> and sniper by skill specialty.  I appreciate your concern, but the day 
> I can't survive in the monkey house is the day I hang up my sergeant hat."
> She heads over to the table the mercenaries are at, shoves the loud 
> one over to make room to sit, and starts field stripping her rifle for 
> cleaning (it breaks down into three carbine-sized sections then each 
> section comes apart further).  "Anybody got a cleaning rag?"
> Semi-OOC: She pretty much responds in kind to the crowd; If one of the 
> guys gropes, she gropes back ("adequate", "meh, too small, must 
> ripen", etc), and so forth.
> OOC: If anyone checks her out with any kind of See Aura ability, she's 
> about as strongly supernatural as that 'little girl' that the party is 
> dragging around, she's NOT alive, lacks active magic and the ability 
> to cast spells but has psionics, and has no other anomalies or 
> sickness.  For those who can detect such things, she's not evil.
> [GM]
> For once the night is undisturbed. The Tree has a calming effect that
> seems to put everyone into a deep sleep. The only sounds are the
> gentle creaking of the mighty tree. In these quarters, even as another
> winter storm rages in the night, there is only warmth. Sometimes the
> companions will almost awaken to the sound of some distant singing,
> but the singing itself seems to plunge them back into sleep, a sleep
> with gentle dreams of spring afternoons with gentle suns and babbling
> brooks.
> When they awaken in the morning, the winter sun is streaming through
> the windows. Outside, many hundreds of feet below, new fallen snow has
> covered the blasted battle plain, and the land looks at peace. Out in
> the common area breakfast has already been served; hotcakes with a
> honey syrup, toast with nut spreads, coffee, tea and a heart and
> fortifying mead. The soldiers and mercenaries are gathering and
> already digging in.
> And then the elf woman Taelaen appears. "The Council has reconvened
> this morning, and wishes you to attend." She turns to the strange
> young woman. "You as well, friend."
> Ted, Alex, Louissa, Vesper and Oz, along with Jacek the Borg, Oz,
> along with the strange young woman, are lead back up the Tree to the
> vast hall. There the council of druids sits. Off in the corner, the
> ancient old druid with the strange glow to him is sleeping, looking
> like hasn't moved all night. Finally there is the Blind Warrior Woman,
> Ithdalkal, standing and looking grim, until Oz appears, at which point
> she smiles broadly.
> At a table sits another man in a bizarre outfit. He is wearing an
> aviator's cap, has a fantastically large handlebar moustache. He is
> dressed in black weather, and is wearing a watch the size of cell
> phone, with all sorts of odd blinking lights and wires sticking out of
> it.
> The head of the council introduces the man. "This is Simon von
> Schellburg, from the east of Europe, and captain of der
> Teufelshörnchen, a technowizard airship heading to Wales. He has said
> he is willing to take you to Wales, if you so wish."
> [/GM]

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