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Thread: Not Dead Yet - In Character Role Play

Naomi was glad that Eliza and her saw eye to eye. She wasn't sure how it had turned out this way. Under normal circumstances, she would be the last person to spend her next days in this apocalypse together with a bunch of people she had just met. Probably it was just her loneliness speaking or perhaps, the fear. She settled not to think much about it and instead cherish the company she currently has, however incompatible they may be. On the bright side, she got Eliza to spend her next days with. It might be a minor thing but Naomi considered it a huge boon to be able to talk and relate to another fellow woman. She pretended to look around not hearing as she stood there awkwardly and quiet when the father and daughter went at it again. It was more than clear that Dr. Beauman had trouble on giving up his previous lifestyle. Naomi had thought he was being delusional and not having the adaptability to see the situation at hand but it was not her place to say. She had at least learned that Eliza probably worked as an EMT back in the day from her father's endless prattling. When the argument had ended somewhat prematurely and inconclusively, she moved next to Eliza, bringing her hand up to shield her eyes from the sun looking at the far side of the river whence they had came. The walkers seemed to had forgotten about them, shambling awkwardly to nowhere. The ones that had gone under the water concerned her though. Naomi narrowed her eyes once more when she looked at her body clad in the unfitting duster she's currently wearing, her body a few margins smaller and shorter. Hey Eliza.. Do you have any clothes you could spare? Mine is pretty much drenched up in my bag. She asked, the bright sun lit the half of the girl's oriental face.
Thread: Not Dead Yet - In Character Role Play

Logan decided not to get too involved with the people outside. After all it only led to hurt feelings and vulnerability later down the road. Instead he went as deep as he could into the ship, trying to salvage what he could. It also gave him a better understanding of how much ground they had to work with so to speak. Two partial decks, before it floods out. he said to himself. His voice echoed off the wet metal inside. At least there were no bodies floating in the water. Leaning against the hull he let out a sigh. Here in the dark against the steel with the smell of the water he relaxed. The girl up top was nice. Naomi was her name, yet part of him knew better. A pretty smile could get you killed quicker then the dead. These others didn't look combat experienced. More like they survived off the death and kindness of others then people who actually pitched in. The question Logan was trying to answer was, go solo or be that helping hand at the risk of his own life. He had done both before. A life time ago. And now I'm talking to ghosts. He stared into his own reflection hoping his image would answer for him. Was he a good man still?
Thread: Not Dead Yet - In Character Role Play

Inside the ship was mostly empty. There were two unbroken bottles of wine, not that it would serve Logan much good at the moment, and a few floating pieces of clothing and plastic coffee mugs, and other kitchen ware that had escaped being swept away in the sinking of the ship. A few bullet holes that were visible under the water testified to the reason the boat had sunk, and in the right light Logan might be able to see the decayed and very dead body of someone who might have been a Walker, back before another person had blown half his head away. Shrimp and small fish had picked off most of the flesh, though, and only bone and tattered clothing was left on most of the body. The water in the boat definitely wasn't safe to drink. As the the unanswered question of whether or not Logan was a good man still echoed in the inner room of the ship, a portable ham radio that had not been touched by the water gave off a little static sound. The battery was still working, somehow, and the radio was operative. Someone had been going from channel to channel, and a distant 'Can any- squelch -ead me? Over? Any one? crackle '. Then the channel went blank as the radio operator moved on to other channels. Somewhere out there were others. Others... searching for survivors. Up on the deck the old doctor had sat back down and had taken off his boots and socks. He was wringing out his socks, muttering to himself that this whole thing would be different if 'somebody's disobedient daughter' would have married Jakovich like she was supposed to. His daughter tried to ignore him and instead turned her attention to Naomi. Oh! Clothes, yeah. I guess I do. She unslung her pack and unzipped it, then unloaded a few bundles that looked like they were specialized first aid in one, cooking things in another. She pulled out a few heavy duty Ziplock bags and passed one to Naomi. It's just sweats, socks, and a t-shirt, but it's emergency clothing. It should fit. She began to stuff her things back in her pack. I think it might be a good idea to head across though, she turned to look out at the other side of the river. I'd hate to go to sleep on board and then find one of those things climbing on board in the middle of the night. As she scanned the water she saw what looked like another person. At first she thought that it was a swimming Walker and her blood ran cold, but as the other person's strokes became more smooth she realized it had to be a live one. Oh my God, what is she doing? She's leaving the side that's safest, Eliza presumed. At least... she looked behind them at the nearer shore and then at Naomi. Maybe we should let your friend know what's going on. He seems like he might know what to do. She was worried what if this other person was a danger? Or worse, what if they found out that the other side was as dangerous as the side they just left? Where would they go?
Thread: Not Dead Yet - In Character Role Play

The girl was better prepared than her, Naomi thought to herself as she handed her her spare clothing inside what looked like a heavy duty ziplock bag. Thanks a bunch, really appreciate it. She followed her as she turned to look at the other side of the river, agreeing with her, I agree, we should go while we still have daylight. What about your father? Would he make for another swim across? Naomi asked, throwing a subtle glance towards Anthony. As they were talking by the side of the deck, Naomi caught the shock in Eliza's face. She followed her gaze and found a jacketed woman swimming across towards their tumble-down ship. Eliza warned that she might present danger and it was hardly needed to tell Naomi, she had thought the exact same thing. There's no such thing as being too careful nowadays. He's not my friend. I'll go get him, sit tight. Shout if there's anything! She somewhat commanded as she darted towards the interior of the ship, bringing the ziplock bag with her. When she finally came across the loner down in the ship, she sounded almost desperate, Hey! You're Logan, right? Look, we need your help right now, there's someone currently swimming towards us and we figure you might know best how to handle it. Her fear and uncertainty obvious for never having to deal with this kind of situation before. Oh, here's your duster. Eliza had lent me some of her clothes, so I won't need this anymore. Thanks again nevertheless. She added as she slid her body out of the duster, her graceful and well-etched body came exposed again. With that, she quickly searched for a secluded place to change.
Thread: Not Dead Yet - In Character Role Play

Still lost in his own thoughts Logan almost didn't hear her approach. He wasn't startled though he wondered what she wanted. After listening to her he nodded and thought a moment. His eyes drifted across her frame but he bit his lip and turned away. He would be a gentlemen after all if she decided to change on the spot. Stranger things had happened. He reached for the duster and placed it back on. It was warm from her body. Something coming towards the boat? One of the dead? Or another person, cause if it is I'm wondering how much more weight what's left of this ship can take. Who knows how rotten the metal is down below. He smiled to others these were times to fear. He had no friends, no family, nothing left. For him they were times to cut loose. He didn't ask to be in a group, but at the same time he knew he couldn't sit back and let them come to harm. Especially her. Damn his weakness to women.
Thread: Not Dead Yet - In Character Role Play

Sai got to the boat after about ten minutes. She got up and seeing others paused. The young woman looked like a drowned rat. Taking the soaked jacket off she started to shiver as she rubbed her small chest and torso to try and keep warm. Her hands were pail and her face almost white. Stripping out if her jeans she did not care if they saw her panties just trying to get warm. Keeping the wet shirt on though to keep her chest covered she sat down still shivering. She stayed quiet in her corner and just pulled her knees to her chest. She opened her back pack checking her things. The bottled water was alright, as we're the canned goods but the boxed items were useless. The lichen knife was okay and intacted, but she had no clue how to take the gun apart to clean. Some help this was. Was all she said. She kept her space from the others not knowing how to introduce herself.
Thread: Not Dead Yet - In Character Role Play

The stranger climbed up on the ship as Eliza and Dr. Beuman watched, incredulous at the soaking wet rat who just joined them. She seemed mute, or maybe in shock. Anthony nibbled at his fingernails and crossed his arms, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as the girl began to undress. Maybe she's a ghost, he surmised to his daughter. She doesn't act like she sees us. Maybe we're seeing ghosts now. Daddy, please. Be reasonable. She's not a ghost. The thought made Naomi nervous though, and the glimpse of the gun outline in the girls pants didn't help the matter any. Raising her voice slightly she addressed the newcomer. Hey! You - girl. Are you okay? She eased to another part of the boat deck where she could see the girl's profile and her bare legs. The pant were wadded up with the gun inside the pocket, but the stranger didn't seem to be thinking about her safety right then. W-why did you leave that side? Were there hoards of Walkers there too? Hey, can you hear me? She's a ghost, Anthony insisted. She's not there, Eliza. Don't talk to her or she'll take you over to the other side.
Thread: Not Dead Yet - In Character Role Play

Sai finally just snapped at the old man. No I'm human, but if I was a ghost I'd haunt you for being rude. She then blushed at her outburst and said quietly. Sorry, I'm just really cold. She looked at Naomi abd said to her. There's at least thirty or so over there and some of them quick. I can't shoot and my gun jammed so it was the water or be food. I'm okay just really cold. The jacket didn't offer as much protection as I thought it would against the cold water. She made sure as much as her body was in the shirt as she could fit glad for once she was smaller than most other people. So you made it from the other bank? Is it bad there? I'm trying to get safe.... they're flooding the highway. Her teeth chattered as she spoke. Great she had a chill which meant she might get a cold. Rubbing her chest under her shirt she fell quiet again just trying to not think of the fact she was freezing.
Thread: Not Dead Yet - In Character Role Play

Naomi had only just finished changing when she heard the new commotion upstairs. She was wearing white sweats and a dark green t-shirt over her still damp sports bra. It would be best for her to take it off but she didn't dare to do it, she had attracted enough attention already, being uncomfortable and slightly wet on her chest was a small price to pay. She came up when Dr. Beauman was treating the new girl as if she was a ghost and advised her daughter to not interact with her. Naomi wondered what had happened before that. The new girl was sitting on the deck's floor hugging her knees. She looked shocked and scared, mostly the latter. It was then when she snapped at the doctor, obviously not amused with his teasing. She's probably just scared. Naomi reasoned, her eyes warily fixed on the gun beside her. The girl looked young, younger than her even. Even though both of them seemed to be of the same age. On her accounts, the other side of the bank wasn't as safe as they first thought it would be. Naomi hoped that was not the actual case. That there was actually only a few walkers and she had probably exaggerated their numbers because of the shock and fear. Somebody get a change of clothes for her. She's freezing. Naomi instructed before she walked towards her, squatting to meet her eye level. Are you alone? Or is there anyone else? Are your parents with you? She asked, assuming she was too young to be out here all by herself.
Thread: Not Dead Yet - In Character Role Play

Sai blinked at the girl in-front of her abd shook her head. Nope I'm alone I promise. My parents got killed a week ago or more now out on the highway. Those things are all over out there. The other bank I came from there was almost twenty I think. The guns jammed. I suck at firing then can't even clean them. She returned to quiet trying to keep herself warm still. The shock has aided in the cooling making her body think it was colder than she was. Her lips were edged with a blueish purple color though. The lack of sleep and food making her most likely to become sick.
Thread: Not Dead Yet - In Character Role Play

Eliza opened her mouth to say something but then simply inhaled. She looked from Naomi to the new girl. In truth she didn't know them, and though she had one more spare outfit she was reluctant to give it away. But what was that verse? Something about give to those who ask? Yeah... she said, pulling her pack off her back again. She pulled out the final ziplocked outfit and handed it to Sai. She spared Naomi a glance and felt like she had to explain. It's my work pack you never knew when a shift would turn into a double and you'd have to sleep at work, so I had these two extra outfits packed. She shrugged. It made for a nice bug out bag. I just never thought I'd really have to use it. She sighed then and sat nearer to the new girl on the other side from Naomi. My name's Eliza, she said, listen, you can travel with us if you want. We're all on the same boat. That caused her to chuckle. Can I see your gun? Not waiting for an answer she pulled the discarded clothes over and dug out the weapon. It was a small pocket pistol, a .380 that had caught the ejected casing in the port. Eliza racked the slide and checked the magazine, then slid it back into the stock and put the safety on. You probably limp wristed it, she said, glancing at the door where Logan had disappeared. If we get someplace safe maybe our guy there can teach you how to shoot. She laid the pistol on top of the pants. In any case I wouldn't try to shoot it until it dries out and you check it for rust. Those little cannons can be unpredictable. She leaned back on her hands and gazed at the far side. So... twenty or so over there, then she glanced back towards the bank she had just left, and a hoard of a few hundred back there. I think we're better off going against the twenty. Her father had backed away from the trio and was now lingering near the doorway where Logan had descended. He took out his notebook and unwrapped it from the bag it was in, then began to take notes, muttering crisis makes for quick companions, people tend to distrust or trust based on past experiences, sometimes to their detriment, he was putting the situation into chunks that he could process. His entire world had been shattered and for now this was the only way he could deal with what was around him. On the far side where Sai had come from there was relative quiet. A deer came to the shore and drank, it's tail flicking to and fro until it was satiated. On the side where Logan, Naomi, Eliza and Anthony had come from there was still signs of the walkers congregating along the edge. It was beginning to look like a concert crowd, or possibly what the banks of Sea of Galilee looked like when Jesus left the crowds behind. Only these weren't the faithful these were the living dead.
Thread: B&B: The Cliff Queen's Court

Introduction Lucian Hadrianos was crossing the Cairnlands as part of a caravan, either working as hired guard, or as passengers traveling from the Marquees to Valkheim. This morning the caravan was ambushed by a band of Cairnlander marauders, and only the hero escaped. To make matters worse, during their escape, Lucian killed the marauders chiefs son! The hero is presently fleeing on horseback, with the marauder band in close pursuit. The chase has lasted several hours, and his horse are exhaustedif the Lucian doesnt find refuge soon, he is almost certainly doomed Sea of Fog Lucian Hadrianos long ago left any recognizable trails, attempting to lose their pursuers in the wilderness along the shore of the Drowned King Sea. A thick sea fog has risen up, and covers the ground up too the horses fetlocks. This gives the heroes the eerie illusion of racing across a sea of fogthe ground is totally hidden from sight. A group of marauders have pulled ahead of their comrades, and emboldened, spur their mounts in an attempt to catch the heroes. Run this using the Chase Rules in Savage Worlds. The Range Increments are 5 and the two groups are 20 apart at the start of the chase. Obstacles are Sparse, and include things like rabbit burrows, and small bushes concealed in the fog. Finally, the heroes horses are Exhausted see Fatigue in Savage Worlds and suffer a 2 to Trait rolls. The marauders horses are Fatigued and suffer a 1 to Trait rolls.
Thread: B&B: The Cliff Queen's Court

Lucian slashes his reins across his weary mount demanding its last vestiges of strength to stay ahead of the pursuing marauders. He knows that an unseen gully or stone might cause a horse to stumble or worse be lamed but its a risk he at least shares with his pursuers. His simple cloak and brown hair whips wildly behind him and he grits his teeth in grim focus. His is trying to outdistance them but is willing to shout back a barbed taunt if he gets a chance and if they do get too close he will pull his sword. Should I roll Ride? with the -2 for exhausted mount of course
Thread: B&B: The Cliff Queen's Court

Yes, please roll your riding. This is a standard 5 round chase via horseback. Each success and raise lets you draw an action card to act on That round. I'll go ahead and roll for the bad guys. they managed to get a 3. Ouch, they get no card this round and can do squat.
Thread: B&B: The Cliff Queen's Court

Luc has a d6 riding. I rolled a 5, with a 2 on the Wild Die, with my -2 that is a 3 also so no cards for me either. Round 2 Ugh... I rolled a 5, and 3, which is a 3 again. I'll spend a benny and reroll 4 wd2 but I have Elan which gives me a 2 so that cancels out the -2. 4 a success Oh are we using the adventure deck? Just curious if I might have some cards and more choices
Thread: B&B: The Cliff Queen's Court

The cards you have is Seize the Day and Extra effort. But you may only play 1 per session. I'd hold on to it. You draw a King of Hearts this round and have advantage over your pursuers.
Thread: B&B: The Cliff Queen's Court

Can I use my advantage to make my next ride roll easier or can I only use it to attack?
Thread: B&B: The Cliff Queen's Court

No, you can not do anything to improve your next ride roll. How ever you may attack, taunt, or use a trick against the marauders who will then suffer a penalty to their next roll.
Thread: B&B: The Cliff Queen's Court

Lucien came to a cliff and heroically defeated his pursuers. After grabbing his things he gets a Short Bow and regular arrows from the beaten foes. Nothing else they had was really useful. The Cliffs Door Through the fog the heroes can hear the drumming of hooves, as an overwhelming mob of marauders race towards them. Their only hope of escape is down the cliff face. Lucien peers over the edge spy a narrow, dangerous rough-hewn stairway, which disappears into the fog. The stair descends for several hundred feet, until eventually it ends at an ancient, rusty, algae covered door set into the rockface. A succesful Notice roll uncovers strange runes beneath the rust, and detritus. Written in the old Cairn language, these runes translate as Beware things unaged! Beware the gifts not refused.
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Thread: B&B: The Cliff Queen's Court-OOC

The needed OOC chat.
Thread: B&B: The Cliff Queen's Court-OOC

You were only supposed to get 40 xp total not 80. Well I flubbed that.
Thread: B&B: The Cliff Queen's Court-Rules

This game uses SAVAGE WORLDS DELUXE and BEATS AND BARBARIANS GOLD with the Lone Wolf rules and Adventure deck.
Thread: Policed (lady/moon)

Tony stark paused in the middle of doing up his tie again, the dark strands of his hair standing up every which way, and despite only being 29, there were faint lines starting around the edges of his eyes, after a lifetime of squinting at details and reports, the wear of the job was starting to show on the Inspector Generals face. One of the best in New York City at the time, the youngest ever appointed in fact, and despite his care to make it seem effortless, the wear of doing so was starting to show. Finishing his tie he lit the cigarette, ignoring the look he got for his efforts. For all he could care, the FBI agent across from him could kiss his ass. What do you mean that youre assigning two agents to my division? I know you guys over at the FBI have a hard time reading, but even you can read teh door. It says the police department, not FBI. I dont want to agents.Tony said glaring at Fury even as his eyes tracked the two agents making their way across the bullpen towards his office. And while most would question his instant knowledge that they were the FBI, there was something...definitely Federal about the blond and bruntte walking towards him, even as he kicked the door shut in their faces childishly. No one had ever claimed Tony stark was a grown up about thigns he didnt like.