<html><body><div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:10pt">[Vesper]<br>"I could go with them if you want."<br>He made sure his familiars were warm taking some of the bedding from the apc to help insulate his serpent.<br>He gives Alex the iron spear head. "You know how useful this is if you need it."<br>[/Vesper]<br><div><span><br></span></div><div><br></div> <div style="font-family: times new roman, new york, times, serif; font-size: 10pt;"> <div style="font-family: times new roman, new york, times, serif; font-size: 12pt;"> <div dir="ltr"> <hr size="1"> <font face="Arial" size="2"> <b><span style="font-weight:bold;">From:</span></b> Aaron Clausen <mightymartianca@gmail.com><br> <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">To:</span></b> The Tao of Cow Rifts PBEM <taocowpbem@zork.net> <br> <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sent:</span></b> Tuesday, May 21, 2013 1:30 PM<br>
<b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Subject:</span></b> Re: [Taocow PBEM] Book 3 - Chapter XII - Journey to the Millennium
Tree<br> </font> </div> <div class="y_msg_container"><br>>> [GM]<br>>> ...<br>>><br>>> And that's when they see, over a rise, distant columns of thick black<br>>> smoke. No sounds can be heard, but the snow may be dampening them. As<br>>> they get closer, they see, even in daylight, the yellow and red of<br>>> fire reflected in the low clouds, and now they do hear what almost<br>>> sounds like machinery; perhaps vehicles, and what could be the sounds<br>>> of weapons fire. It's hard to gauge the distance, but perhaps it is a<br>>> half a mile or a mile away.<br>>> [/GM]<br><br>> [Oz]<br>> Oz gets on the radio. "Scouts out. Avoid contact with whatever is over<br>> there and report back over a secure channel as soon as you have<br>> something. The rest of us are sitting here. I do not want to get<br>> involved in a fight we don't need."<br>> [/Oz]<br><br>[GM]<br>Four of
Oz's men put long white jackets on and immediately set about<br>creeping up the hill.<br>[/GM]<br><br>> [Alex]<br>> Cautiously, Alex keeps watch, rifle at a ready. Otherwise, she will be quiet<br>> [/Alex]<br><br>> [Miles]<br>> Miles will exit the vehicle he is riding in and go to the first person he sees<br>> that seems to be in charge and say:<br>><br>> "Might I be of some assistance?"<br>> [/Miles]<br><br>[GM]<br>A sergeant, and Oz's right hand man, looks at Miles. "Aye, maybe you<br>can. If you've got some ability to get any intel on what's happening<br>over that hill, we'd all be greatful." He looks to the rest of the<br>company. "That goes for all o' you. My men are risking their necks, so<br>the less risking they have to do the better."<br><br>It seems those men are fairly skilled at what they do. Alex, in<br>particular, appreciates their ability as they almost melt into the<br>white background, and taking an eye away
from them makes them very<br>difficult to spot. With almost aching slowness they make their way up<br>the hill.<br>[/GM]<br><br><br>OOC 1: Forgot to mention this, but you are within a mile of a nexus<br>point, so all mages are at double range, duration and damage of<br>spells, as well as being able to draw an additional 10 PPE per level<br>of experience every 12 hours, and recovering 10 PPE per half hour. For<br>psionics range and duration are doubled, and psionic energy attacks<br>are doubled.<br><br>OOC 2: I'll give everyone a day or so to make any additional posts<br>they might want to in aid of the scouts, and then carry on.<br><br><br>--<br>Aaron Clausen<br><a ymailto="mailto:mightymartianca@gmail.com" href="mailto:mightymartianca@gmail.com">mightymartianca@gmail.com</a><br>_______________________________________________<br>Taocowpbem mailing list<br><a ymailto="mailto:Taocowpbem@zork.net"
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