[Taocow PBEM] Book 3 - Chapter XIV
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Vesper introduces himself to any newcomers. "An airship this should be interesting."
He smiles to Alex and then to the others. "Were going to get some more cold iron on the way I hope."
On Tuesday, December 17, 2013 7:32 PM, Kitsune <kitsunefx at netzero.net> wrote:
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.
>For once the night is undisturbed. The Tree has a calming
>seems to put everyone into a deep sleep. The only sounds are
>gentle creaking of the mighty tree. In these quarters, even as
>winter storm rages in the night, there is only warmth.
>companions will almost awaken to the sound of some distant
>but the singing itself seems to plunge them back into sleep, a
>with gentle dreams of spring afternoons with gentle suns and
When they awaken in the morning, the winter sun is streaming through
>the windows. Outside, many hundreds of feet below, new fallen
>covered the blasted battle plain, and the land looks at peace.
>the common area breakfast has already been served; hotcakes
>honey syrup, toast with nut spreads, coffee, tea and a heart
>fortifying mead. The soldiers and mercenaries are gathering
>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
>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
>vast hall. There the council of druids sits. Off in the
>ancient old druid with the strange glow to him is sleeping,
>like hasn't moved all night. Finally there is the Blind
>Ithdalkal, standing and looking grim, until Oz appears, at
>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.
>dressed in black weather, and is wearing a watch the size of
>phone, with all sorts of odd blinking lights and wires
sticking out of
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
>he is willing to take you to Wales, if you so wish."
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