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BANNED
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written Monday, December 8 2003 19:43
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For the love of god, edit out the name "Xao" and any blatant Arena references. Once you do that, she's fine. (Although for future reference, Dvesti is a city-state.) -------------------- We're all amazed but not amused By all the things that you said you'd do. You're much concerned but not involved by Decisions that are made by you But we are sick and tired of hearing your song, Telling us how you are going to change right from wrong, 'Cause if you really want to hear our views, You haven't done nothin'. Posts: 6936 | Registered: Tuesday, September 18 2001 07:00 |
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Bob's Big Date
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written Monday, December 8 2003 19:46
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Bah. I just like the name because it's easy to remember. And the other Arena references are more subtle :P -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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Law Bringer
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written Monday, December 8 2003 22:01
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OOC: Gnnngh. :o *reads over CD again* I'd say those, ah, idiosyncrasies as you tactfully call them are more influenced by my time zone than my mother tongue, if you catch my drift. :P -------------------- "And all should cry, Beware, Beware! His Flashing eyes, his Floating hair!" S. T. Coleridge --- "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. --- Quote of the Week: "I have a high opinion of myself, which makes up for my total lack of intelligence." Anon. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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Lifecrafter
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written Tuesday, December 9 2003 00:32
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OOC: Sherlock prepares a solution of 3% Cocaine and 97% pure water in a syringe. He sterilizes his skin, ties it tight with some string, and plunges the syringe into a pulsing vein. He slowly pumps in the liquid and hopes to god that his headache and near insanity soon goes away after having been caused by the reading of USA-se Xenerali-boariku CUSITURA's post. IC: Brutus gets up from his table when the man comes in asking for soldiers and getting the word out about the attack. He groans at the news, knowing he will be drafted back into service despite being the town justice of the peace already. He decides that he should make a quick trip to his cabin and get some of his guns as the warriors they will be fighting are tougher than the average soldiers, or warriors for that matter. He walks to his horse and cart and after putting his pack in the back, he starts off down the road towards the town gate. When he reaches the main gate, Colonel Baxter stops him. Colonel Carlos Baxter is his best friend from his 10 years as justice of the peace and is dark-skinned like an African American. They were soldiers together in the army and have many years backing both of them. Colonel Baxter is about 47 while Brutus is 45. The Colonel has short black hair and is dressed in the average boring garb soldiers of armies are famous for. He is decorated with several medals and has a stern, but at the same time concerned look on his face when he sees Brutus. He then walks over to talk to him. His voice sounds a lot like Samuel L. Jackson's or the cop from Clue, while Brutus's sounds like that of Kurt Russel. Colonel Baxter: "Good evening, Wild Bill. Where are you headed to in this time of need, my friend?" Brutus: "Well, I seek permission to head to my cabin to get my weapons and armor for battle, Carl. I can't fight a raging battle with these old-fashioned popguns I carry with me. I need my good guns. So, do I have permission, Carl?" Colonel Baxter pulls out a walkie-talkie and speaks over it. He receives an indiscernible response and repeats the same chain of speech over again. This time the voice is clear and he answers back the usual "over and out." Brutus notes that the batteries might be dying. Colonel Baxter: "Well, Billy, you have been approved. Go ahead. But be careful, we heard word that enemy sharpshooters are up and on the alert. We don't want to lose your expertise. Good luck." Brutus: "Thanks Carl. I'll be back within an hour or two. Just don't shoot me when I do come back, ok?" Colonel Baxter: "(Chuckling slightly) We’ll try Billy. Bye." With that, the gate is opened and Brutus drives the cart along the two-mile road to the hidden entrance of his mountain escape. [ Wednesday, December 10, 2003 12:45: Message edited by: Sherlock Holmes - MSW ] -------------------- Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?" Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine." "Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes Posts: 935 | Registered: Friday, August 8 2003 07:00 |
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Triad Mage
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written Tuesday, December 9 2003 02:49
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Are you in the right RP? Because that post certainly did not belong here. -------------------- "At times discretion should be thrown aside, and with the foolish we should play the fool." - Menander ==== Drakefyre's Demesne - Vahnatai Did Do It desperance.net - We're Everywhere The Arena - God Will Sort The Dead ==== You can take my Mac when you pry my cold, dead fingers off the mouse! Posts: 9436 | Registered: Wednesday, September 19 2001 07:00 |
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Bob's Big Date
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written Tuesday, December 9 2003 05:08
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quote:um. :P -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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Infiltrator
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written Tuesday, December 9 2003 06:57
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OOC: Too many OOC´s I think I will pass on this one, need a break back to my life after all. I will just be a viewer on this one. Cheers. -------------------- "I don't want to achieve immortality through my work, I want to achieve it through not dying." Posts: 469 | Registered: Thursday, May 1 2003 07:00 |
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Law Bringer
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written Tuesday, December 9 2003 13:11
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OOC: Nazgul, people might start to think it goes against your religion to write Out of Character. :P Believe me when I say that I've been to places where they play *really good* (and I mean good) RPs — although only as a watcher so far &mdash and they do lots of OOCs too. Enough, I need to get my character recruited. IC: Roy had never believed there was such a gift as foresight, and being familiar with most aspects of mindcraft, his opinion on that had some foundation at least. That was why he had no real explanation for the fact that this scene looked almost prearranged in its perfect smoothness. Here he was, contemplating on getting a new contract, just instants before the militia recruiter entered the small tavern. Next to the uniformed man, a woman wrapped in a shabby cloak entered the room and attracted a lot of stares from the almost exclusively male clientele of the bar. After a brief discussion between the two, the recruiter continued on into the bar to look for more people willing to enter the militia. It was most definitely Roy's decision — he looked so unathletic and soft that the recruiter would never address him directly. So Roy considered — he was experienced in evaluating the risks of a job just from the behavior of the employer. The recruiter looked unhurried, calm, and none too desparate, but that might be deceiving. Nonetheless Roy needed the money. And so he rose, straightened his robe with a dignified, wizardly gesture and walked slowly over to the occicial. "I presume that you need more soldiers in this militia of yours." he stated quietly when he had reached the recruiter. "You don't look like the sort that can fight. Have you ever wrestled a chicken?" The guard demanded with a sneer. "I have no need of muscle to fight. I have other talents." Roy did not react to the insult even with his face. He needed to control himself right now. "You one of them crazy weirdos, huh? Well let's see what you can do." The tone showed exactly what he thought of Psi power. Roy sighed. A sceptic. He sought for a way to show his ability, and settled for telekinesis. Not his strength, but it'd have to do. "Watch this." One day I'm gonna say Behold instead, I so swear it. Roy raised his left hand palm upward - totally unnecessarily of course - and turned to face the table next to him. Soundlessly, a knife was lifted up from the table, swished through the air a few times, and then sped forward. Missing the recruiter by inches, it buried itself deeply into the wooden wall. The official, still somewhat unnerved by this display of unnatural capability, licked his dry lips and found his voice again. "Well I guess you're on. Wait for me back there at the entrance." He gestured toward the door where the foreign woman was still standing. -------------------- "And all should cry, Beware, Beware! His Flashing eyes, his Floating hair!" S. T. Coleridge --- "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. --- Quote of the Week: "I have a high opinion of myself, which makes up for my total lack of intelligence." Anon. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Tuesday, December 9 2003 13:20
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Name: Courz(Coo-Urz) Gender: Male Class: Warrior Species: Human Attributes: Skilled with the lance(He carries a light, good lance), he doesn't mave much skill in any other weapons, night vision, fast and cunning. Not afraid to scratch and bite if he needs to. Description: His full name is Courz Zyrt Hiquay(Coo-urz Zie-ert Hee-kway). He is often called "Cat", because of his agility and night vision(And he can jump pretty high.). He is a tall person at 6 ft. 6". He has short, thick brown hair and brown eyes. There is a scar on his right eye running from just above his eyebrow, across his eyelid, and down onto his right cheek. His eyes glow like a cat's when it's dark, making it creepy to see him when it's very dark. He is fit and wears leather armor(An aqua color, too.), and aqua pants. He wears a leather helmet(Also aqua). He wears mocassins and has a tower shield. Equipment: See attributes/description, he also has a rope, a bag of gold, and a first aid kit. Personality: He often uses his cunning and swiftness to his advantage. He is a shifty and shy person(And a mercenary). When in battle he always has his shield out to block blows, and of course, it keeps him safe while he stabs the heck out of his opponent with his lance. He does not like gunpowder weapons and always feels nervous when near them. He never liked guns and probably never will. He refuses to operate tanks or any other types of vehicle weapons. He almost always moves slowly whenever he's not battling or taking a break. He always refuses to get medical attention unless he can't do it himself. He really prefers fighting against vehicles than infantry, and often goes for the enemy vehicles in battle. When he's not battling, he's often nowhere to be found. He's often exploring and tends to be alone. He also likes to sleep. You'll often find him in a tree, when it's a slow day, and he'll be looking around, trying to find something to occupy his time. Well, NOW is he accepted? And if not, should I just PM the modifications? Has he been approved? [ Tuesday, December 09, 2003 15:01: Message edited by: Zephyr Tempest ] -------------------- This is MY link. Click here,or here for the yoga dance mix!Click here to get to the misc. boards! Attack, icons, attack!THIS PAGE ROCKS!! Vicious virus stalks the web, has already infected over 150 computers: read more! We have tried to not harm anything in the making of this commercial, but we failed miserably. One Small Step for man, one giant leap(SHCKXXXXXX)STOP POKING ME!!! -Starcraft Observers R.I.P-Here lies NSI, may this rp be remembered. Posts: 1779 | Registered: Monday, December 9 2002 08:00 |
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Shaper
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written Tuesday, December 9 2003 14:48
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Zephyr: your 'personality' section is soley about his style of fighting. With the result that he doesn't actually have a personality. (OK, you used the one word 'shifty', but that's it as far as I can see). While I'm not going to definitively predict TM's decision, you might want to think about that whether he accepts or rejects you. IC: Arriving at the gunsmith's, Delgar let himself in. A small group of civilians was being handed guns by the very reluctant looking sergeant. It was to him that Delgar adressed himself. 'Have you a moment, my good sir?' 'What, are you another of these recruits? I suppose one of the brass has qualified you to take one of my guns on the basis that you can hit a door at ten feet, and you want your prize so you can make off with it?' 'Not at all. In point of fact I am not yet even a recruit, although when I am I do not intend to return here. I was merely wondering where my services might be volunteered.' 'Well now...the recruiting officer was sent to the inn. His orders were to bring whoever he managed to press into service back here to join up with those already there, and give firearms to those who felt they needed them. If you just wait around, I'm sure...' 'Thank you, my good man.' The sergeant turned around to fetch another crate of gunpowder, then opening it, began to apportion it out to the militiamen. 'So what services were you offering, then? Not meaning to offend, but I can hardly see you as a knight in shining armour. And if you don't need a gun, what are you going to fight with?' 'I have my own...abilities. And I am armed.' Opening his cloak, Delgar removed his pistol and showed it to the sergeant. 'You certainly are. Do you need any powder for that, while I'm about it?' 'No, thank you. I have adequate powder and shot about my person.' 'Well, I suppose that leaves more for me. I'm Kuhr, by the way. Supply sergeant.' 'Delgar. I'm a merchant, at least in the normal run of things. Pleased to meet you.' -E- -------------------- Let them eat cake! Polaris Boards: The System is Up. Perennially. Posts: 2314 | Registered: Tuesday, January 15 2002 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, December 9 2003 15:14
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MSW, no cars (Dvesti isn't exactly oil-rich; Corporeus might have some, but a land-locked city state doesn't). Alec, the "Xelaiki" references aren't approved of. —_— -------------------- We're all amazed but not amused By all the things that you said you'd do. You're much concerned but not involved by Decisions that are made by you But we are sick and tired of hearing your song, Telling us how you are going to change right from wrong, 'Cause if you really want to hear our views, You haven't done nothin'. Posts: 6936 | Registered: Tuesday, September 18 2001 07:00 |
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Law Bringer
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written Tuesday, December 9 2003 21:39
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So where exactly is this RP set? What world are we on, if I may ask? Or is it another one of those places that's not in any specific world? -------------------- "And all should cry, Beware, Beware! His Flashing eyes, his Floating hair!" S. T. Coleridge --- "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. --- Quote of the Week: "I have a high opinion of myself, which makes up for my total lack of intelligence." Anon. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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Bob's Big Date
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written Tuesday, December 9 2003 21:49
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quote:Eh, vassal-states on the other end of the world that are known only for their violins even there don't have that big an impact :P And you might as well assume that Lena Xao slipped in through Dvesti's sphere of influence; a city-state without vassals would be a vassal itself in short order :P --- "You're one of those recruits, aren't you?" "As a matter of fact, I am. But I operate on a different and higher capacity than the specialists you've employed. I am a leader and a planner, and although I shall certainly help you in front-lines fighting, I feel I should be of more utility as the commanding officer of whatever unit you assemble from the assorted patrons at this... bar." The Dvestian snorts. "Quite odd that we did manage to find so many queer types there, eh? A mage, several gunslingers, and someone only identifiable with his whipmanship." "Irregular enough," adds another officer, "that I don't think that administration would be too leery at having a woman in command of it." Reactionaries, she thought calmly. Well, that was how the Houlenu military was too, although what was reactionary in Houlenu might as well be progressive in this backwards mudhole. She was politic enough to say nothing of the sort, while patiently waiting for them to get off of mysogyny... "...And for that matter, I don't think it would be too harmed by the presence of a foreign operative." ...and onto xenophobia. If they heard her slight, exasperated sigh, they didn't let on. "Will you need any kind of special assistance or equipment for that gun of yours?" "Eh. I'll find a loader among the support crew you send with the unit and spool out a --" "Support crew?" "No wonder you're so desperate for men," she said in a slight voice in her native tongue, then, "Yes, a support crew. Medics, ammo carriers, repairmen, and so on." The older officer scowled. "Around here, we don't see any need to delegate out the purpose of central command..." "So let me get this straight. The enemy takes out one building, and you've basically been caught with your pants down?" The officers muttered somewhat angrily. She thought she had offended them, and realized after a second that she did, but not in the concrete as much as the abstract -- it seemed as if being caught with your pants down didn't have the same implication here as home, she supposed. "If you wish to put it that way, yes. Which is why we heavily guard our command center, and have several reasonable decoys, and have it ready to evacuate at a moment's notice." "Hideously inefficient," she said. "I suppose now you're going to tell me you don't have any organizational level lower than a platoon?" "Not when the situation doesn't call for it, no." She had entered this country wary and well-aware of how primitive they were. Now she was nothing short of taken aback. Men in the age of rifles fighting in a way her country and its neighbors had abandoned before steel was a going concern -- battle by sheer weight of numbers? Insane. "Then you basically throw men on the fire until it goes out." The officers squirmed uncomfortably. "Yes, you could say that." "You do realize that the enemy outnumbers you severely enough that, even with a unit such as my irregulars --" They had been hers less than five mintues, and it was doubtful the news had reached them yet, but that didn't faze her much -- "this side is doomed, correct?" "We have been given brilliant plans to ensure our victory." "On the tactical or strategic level?" "Strategic, I would say. Says little of how to deploy the units we are to bring into the area." "Strategic," she echoes. "Tactically, you are doomed. I want you to consult me before you make any tactical decisions. I can promise you, given how things are going, you're gonna be sorry if you don't." "So you want the rank, pay, and uniform to go along with the post you've just nominated yourself for?" The other officers chuckled. "No. What I have now should distinguish me pretty well." She had intended to make a note of her uniform, but she got the point across anyway. Even if that didn't settle well with the conservative men running army operations, the fact that she didn't have any particular demands for rank or uniform -- or especially pay -- more than made up for it. They were on a borrowing spree as was, and would surely pay for it... But to brass tacks when brass tacks are the biggest worry, Lena thought. For now, there's a war to fight. [ Tuesday, December 09, 2003 22:24: Message edited by: USA-se Xenerali-boariku CUSITURA ] -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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Triad Mage
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written Wednesday, December 10 2003 02:44
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While Lena was arguing with the two officers, Lt. Abdulhadi was listening and chuckling. He eventually gave in and burst out laughing. When all three looked over in his direction, he grinned broadly and exclaimed, "She's got you beat there, boys. Seems like you'd be better off letting her handle these recruits." "What do you know, old man? I've served Dvesti for fifteen years, and we've never lost a war." "You've never been in a real war. I've been a platoon commander for 30 years and I've seen the worst. The girl's got a point, and you're all fools for not listening. Damned General Azzahr. We wouldn't be having this discussion if General Hadji had still been in charge." Lena smiled sweetly at Abdulhadi and smirked at the officers. "It seems like I'm not the only one who knows what war is about." -------------------- "At times discretion should be thrown aside, and with the foolish we should play the fool." - Menander ==== Drakefyre's Demesne - Vahnatai Did Do It desperance.net - We're Everywhere The Arena - God Will Sort The Dead ==== You can take my Mac when you pry my cold, dead fingers off the mouse! Posts: 9436 | Registered: Wednesday, September 19 2001 07:00 |
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Lifecrafter
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written Wednesday, December 10 2003 03:46
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I will change my post in the evening. I have some places to go today thjat warrant my attention. I don't have enough time right now to change it. But when i do, it will be to a horse and cart, instead of a car. But if you remove my right to my guns, I will leave and not look back. And what is wring with Zephyr's description? personally, I rather like it. It's a grand improvement of his usually totalitarian creations. Leave him at peace a little. Geez. -------------------- Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?" Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine." "Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes Posts: 935 | Registered: Friday, August 8 2003 07:00 |
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Law Bringer
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written Wednesday, December 10 2003 10:28
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IC: Roy could do nothing but stare as he followed the discussion with increasing amazement. When he had been trained, he had learned that some wielders of mental power had developed a persuasion skill to an extreme level — he himself had not; he was not a people person, and a strong personality had a lot to do with it. If he had not been able to sense that there was no Psi power employed at all, he could have sworn that this was magic. This woman had just stepped in here and told these soldiers how to fight wars — and she had convinced one of the three within a matter of ten minutes. A born leader seemingly. They should watch out for that one. If they're not careful, she might rule the city by tomorrow. he was thinking as several more would-be mercenaries approached the recruiters. OOC: If anyone still wants to join, they can be one of those people approaching now. Otherwise, they'll just be some nameless NPCs who're gonna get killed at the next opportunity, nothing special. -------------------- "And all should cry, Beware, Beware! His Flashing eyes, his Floating hair!" S. T. Coleridge --- "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. --- Quote of the Week: "I have a high opinion of myself, which makes up for my total lack of intelligence." Anon. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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Law Bringer
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written Wednesday, December 10 2003 13:33
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As the last conscript wandered out of the arsenal, looking befuddled and awkwardly toting a rifle, Kuhr sighed. They certainly weren't any guns to be proud of, but they were his charges and he knew he'd be lucky to get a quarter of them back intact. Fool commanders, shoddy weapons, and men who didn't know one end of a gun from the other... Another messenger entered, looked around, and settled his gaze on Kuhr. "You are Sergeant Ahurav?" Kuhr nodded. "Orders for you, sir." He saluted smartly and left as quickly as he had come. "Hmm," Kuhr mused. "At least some of our army isn't worthless. There may be hope for us." Delgar mumbled something noncommittal. "It seems I've been attached to the platoon of one Lieutenant Abdulhadi as an expert on firearms, ballistics, and artillery, and that I should meet him at HQ." "What should I do?" Delgar asked. "No recruiting officer has shown up." "From what I know of the lieutenant, he's open-minded enough to accept someone with irregular armaments and capabilities. I'll introduce you, and mark my words, we'll all be glad to have another man." "You don't even know what I can do," Delgar pointed out. The sergeant shrugged. "It doesn't matter. If you can shoot straight, we need you. Hell, if you can spit straight we need you." "I'd rather not have my abilities wasted. I'm no marksmen, but my talents may prove useful in an irregular situation." "Abdulhadi is not one to waste anything. Coming?" The illusionist nodded and the two stepped out of the emptied armory and into the torrential downpour outside. —Alorael, who will restrict the use of his signature to necessary OOC's from now on in deference to the RP. Yes, he will actually post without it sometimes. Posts: 14579 | Registered: Saturday, December 1 2001 08:00 |
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Lifecrafter
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written Wednesday, December 10 2003 15:12
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OOC: I would have edited my other post, but people probably read it already and would just skip over it. IC: He finally reaches his point of destination at a sheer rock face at the bottom of the mountain with no encounters from enemy sharpshooters. No one is around to see him get out of the cart and insert a key into a hidden lock in the rock face. At a turn of the key, a whole section of the wall opens like a door on a hinge, revealing a tunnel going up inside of the mountain. He gets back in his cart and directs the horse into the tunnel. Then he closes the wall door behind him. After going about a half a mile or so up inside the mountain, the cart comes to stop at a brick wall. Brutus gets out and goes over to the wall. Upon pressing one of the stones, it too opens like a door on a hinge, revealing the cabin some fifty yards away at the edge of a cliff. He gets back on the cart and drives the remainder of the distance to the cabin. He then stops at a metal gate and ties the horse to a wooden post a few feet from it. He unlocks the chain and padlock around the gate doors, opens it, and procedes the ten-foot stretch to the cabin door. He then unlocks the main door and walks inside. Flicking on a switch, the lights in the room turn on at several various places, heights, and angles, bringing to light his vast collection of guns, knives, and other weapons. He sits down at a chair in the middle of the room and looks about at the various weapons, thinking heavily upon which ones he thinks he should take with him. He then opens an inventory book that is lying in front of him and looks through all the various names and types of weapons and armor he has around him in the room. He decides to leave behind all the swords and pole-weapons, and bring with him throwing axes, throwing knives, and a few steel helms from the castle age weaponry case. He then proceeds to bring with him at least two of most of the revolvers and shotguns he has displayed. Among them, he has several single-action revolvers, double-action revolvers, rifles, shotguns, double barrel shotguns, and other guns made by Colt, Remington, Richards, S & W, anmd Merwin & Hulbert. He even has two elephant guns. He then loads a huge amount of ammo into his cart for the guns, along with a large supply of the materials and mechanisms necessary to create lots more if need be. Having finished all this, he looks back in his cabin and laughs when he sees that he hasn't even scratched the surface of his weapons cache, but figures he has enough. He then goes to hois armor case and decides upon wearing steel-chain mail and gathers up all the necessary pieces and puts them on. He decides to bring a good supply of each of these pieces with him just in case. He then finishes loading the cart, which is now decently filled, locks the cabin door behind him, and procedes to reverse all his previous actions, closing, locking, and such until he is once again at the base of the cliff with the horse and cart. Then he shuts the cave wall door and locks it with the key. He then heads back to the city to provide his service as justice of the peace, or in this case, as Wild Bill, renowned gunfighter and city guardian. OOC: I will be back at the city in my next post. [ Wednesday, December 10, 2003 20:21: Message edited by: Sherlock Holmes - MSW ] -------------------- Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?" Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine." "Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes Posts: 935 | Registered: Friday, August 8 2003 07:00 |
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Law Bringer
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written Wednesday, December 10 2003 15:24
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OOC: Please read the other posts that have been made. Then consider your own post. It still doesn't fit in with the setting that the rest of us are working with. —Alorael, who will give two hints. One: anachronism. Two: equipment. Posts: 14579 | Registered: Saturday, December 1 2001 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, December 10 2003 15:39
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SCENE: The Last Bar General Azzahr stormed downstairs with his sword unsheathed and his armor polished. Leo gently swayed towards Azzahr with her swarthy complexion and voluptuous build. Unfortunately for her, the general was in furor before getting here. He pointed a black-clad finger at her head. Azzahr: I've heard some ugly rumors from some loyal troops that I can only hope aren't true. Lena: You clearly need the assi-- Azzahr: Abdulhadi, what rank are you? Lena: Excuse me! Do you have any idea what you are doing? Do you have any strategy? Azzahr: I'm trying to keep our nation from being owned by a foreign subversive, that's what I'm trying to do! Lena: Your barbarous sodomite army needs foreign aid. Abdulhadi: She's right. You have no plan. It's exclusively your fault that-- Azzahr whipped out his larger pistol on the right side of his belt and fired six times into the air, causing all of the militia in the bar to cower down. Abdulhadi grasped his own pistol, but sheathed it when Azzahr sheathed his. What he was not prepared for, however, was the paper that came flying in his direction with a broken seal of General Letzttich on it, followed by a less-crumpled piece of parchment. Azzahr: Read those. If you still want to surrender your home to heartless imperialists who would enslave us in the name of progressionism-- Lena: Hah! You pigs don't even know what the word industrialism means. I don't know what bloated swine is ruling this country, but the fact that you haven't yet fallen into anarchy is a testament to his greater ability than yours to lead this nameless tract of land. With that, Lena glided on wings of modern pomp and circumstance out of the bar in the direction of the castle. Abdulhadi had finished reading Letztich's note. Azzahr: Lieutenant, if you will serve Dvesti before Houlenu, then I will let you lead the troops of your homeland. If you wish to sell our nation over to agressive foreign powers, then you're as detrimental to our nation's well being as Corporeus is. Abdulhadi remained silent as he read Azzahr's plan, titled "Operation to Die". It was risky, but the sheer offensive power it would grant was sizeable. The Gol forest to the south prevented any glider landings, save for a wide tract of land falsely-dubbed a road by most. Assuming 400 recruits and 500 enemies, the recruits would divide into three groups of 200, 100 and 100 respectively, with the latter two storming through the Gol forest to the southwest and southeast. Assuming that the main army wouldn't break through Letzttich's lines, which would spell defeat in any scenario, the militia could outflank, surround, and decimate the enemy by hitting them on three sides. Abdulhadi: This plan is incredibly risky. Azzahr: The Gol Forest should protect the western and eastern flanks. If we pound them on three sides, then their defeat is ensured. Two-hundred men should be able to protect the entrance to the city, and the normally unused ramparts will serve them well, even if they don't cover all of the city. Abdulhadi: And what if they decide to fly over the gate? Azzahr: While I damn Prcchati for getting to me so late, I at least thank Letzttich for telling me where the ballistae were aiming. You know the terrain around here well enough, I assume? Abdulhadi: Yes, whyso? Azzahr: Praefigurare plateau. Abdulhadi: So? They can still fly above the gates. Azzahr: Any height they could gain from such a short landing point wouldn't prevent them from being sitting ducks. Abdulhadi: You're overestimating your recruits. Azzahr: You're underestimating Dvesti. Suddenly, a man with a distraught expression walked down the stairs and into the main room of the bar. He had a white handkerchief tied around his right arm and a pistol in his corresponding hand, indicating his enrollment in the militia. Azzahr: Aren't you supposed to be preparing for the operation? Militia: King Trayen wishes to see you immediately. Azzahr: What? Doesn't he realize the situation? Militia: I don't know, I don't know! He just told me to send you to him. Azzahr: Goddammit, fine. Abdulhadi, if you still want to serve your nation, Prcchati should be busy organizing the recruiters and distributing supplies. Knowing him, he'll need all of the help he can get. Abdulhadi stayed silent, watching Azzahr smash his metal boots onto the wooden stairs as he bounded into the street with an adenaline-fueled amalgam of vigor and furor in his stride. ---- At the same moment Azzahr had run off to see the king, make-shift banners of white outside of Kuhr Ahurav's shop indicated to the incoming flood of men that this was the supply depot. Inside of the shop, Colonel Prcchati had borrowed Kuhr's desk in order to read a copy of Azzahr's letter. He finished it quickly. Prcchati: Dammit, I hope this doesn't blow up in our faces... Kuhr: What? What are you reading? Prcchati: Hunh? You're still here? Kuhr: Yeah. What is that there? Prcchati: This? It's a sheet of paper that will determine our fate as a nation. Kuhr: I see... Prcchati: Well, I should take a look at things outside. I doubt that it's anything but chaos, but I can always hope, can't I? Prcchati got up slowly and walked outside. Leather rattled constantly on cobblestone, while the stratosphere echoed with the tremendous rabble that was taking place in the streets. Powder was being poured and exchanged, occasionally dropped. Bullets were hitting one another in a metal chorus, while the greenhorns among the militia practiced firing their bullets into the air while aiming at the clouds and somesuch. The sky was turning black, and still there was no sun shining from heaven's skies to give Prcchati comfort. ---- SCENE: Palace Azzahr stormed through the banal, isolated hallways of the derilict capital building of his home, up marble stairways tained with wads of tobacco spitules and other, less-identifiable substances which resembled bile. The guards were in no mood to stop him, all too busy in a game of hearts. The throne room was an uneventful affair, adorned with little more than a rug and a few three-pronged lighting fixtures. The king's throne was a mostly regal affair, but towards the bottom, the legs had gathered dust, and under the throne, one could almost hear rats squeaking. King Trayen was ancient, wearing all red and gold from head to toe, wrinkled and withering wherever his skin showed through. He had no scepter, instead opting to use the ornate, golden bar which had previously held up the Dvesti flag. The flag laid on the ground covered in dust. Standing next to the king was Lena. Azzahr clenched his fists in rage. Lena: The king has a message for you. King Trayen: Yes. General Azzahr, I want you to stay so that I may read this to you. Lena, please depart and direct Prcchati's actions so that he does not make any mistakes. Lena: Hah, very well. At least I can guarantee your hairy, piggish hordes victory. Lena strode out of the palace, swaying her hips teasingly as she passed by. Azzahr's eyes stuck to her out of fury, distant from the lust Lena had intended to illicit. King Trayen pulled a document out of his robes and unrolled it. King Trayen: Your homeland, the mighty Dvesti, hereby awards you for your service with honor from your mighty king and his people. Your homeland, the mighty Dvesti, appreciates your service under its mighty banner. Azzahr knew this speech- it was the dissertation which marked an honorable discharge. He sheathed his sword and dropped his right hand to his side. King Trayen: ...and due to your service, the banner of mighty Dvesti will always fly high in the-- Azzahr: The mighty banner? The one you let lie in the damp and rancid corners of your barnyard palace? King Trayen: You served your nation well, but your ideals have no place in this new nation. Azzahr: You mean to say that you would sell "mighty Dvesti" to foreign agents? King Trayen: We need to be an industrial power, and we need to beat Corporeus. Azzahr: We need to stand for what we believe in. I will not let my homeland be taken from its people! King Trayen: Either we are peacefully taken over by Houlenu, or we are taken over by Corporeus. Azzahr: I would read you the Honorable Discharge speech, but unfortunately, I don't have the time. I serve my people first and you second, and if this requires regicide, so be it. Any final words? King Trayen: Guards, help! Kill the trait-- A large noise resounded throughout the palace. The king's corpse slowly toppled over and hit the ground with a thud. The guards were fifteen feet away from General Azzahr, but they had no loyalty to the king, therefore they continued their game of hearts. Azzahr casually strolled over to the now-dead corpse of his traitorous king and dipped his blade deep into the king's bowels, covering it with red blood and brown ichor. ---- Azzahr walked out of the palace. King Trayen's entrails had encrusted themselves upon Azzahr's rapier. The militiamen who saw him were looking onwards upon some mysterious god from the sky. Azzahr: Brave men of Dvesti! Man 1: General... Azzahr, sir? Man 2: Oh hell, he's goot blood on his sword, he's got blood on his goddamned sword, man! Azzahr: What operation are you supposed to do in order to defend your country? Man 1: Operation to Die, sir! Why? Azzahr: Excellent. Then it's not too late. Azzahr raised his head and began running at full speed to the eastern half of the city in a sickle curve. ---- The chaos at Kuhr's shop was still persisting, although many heads turned to see the elegantly-dressed, sexually attractive woman walking through the crowds which parted to allow her passage In her hand she held a note written on modern, mass-produced paper made out of tree fibers. Prcchati approached her nervously. Prcchati: Ma'am, your skin tone and dress indicate that you are not from here. What brings you to this faire city in our time ot peril? Lena: Faire city? You've got to be kidding me. I'm here to save you all. Azzahr has been honorably discharged, and I have orders from your King Trayen to change your orders. Prcchati: Honorably discharged? On what grounds? And ma'am, whom am I speaking with? Lena: I am Lena Xao, representative of the Houlenu Republic. Your ex-general was honorably discharged for refusing to adapt to the times and cling on to notions of destroyed nationalism. Prcchati: The Houlenu Republic...? What interest would they have here? Six shots were fired from in back of the crowd in rythmic sequence. Many heads turned, and as they did, murmurs started throughout the crowd. Azzahr was poised like a madman with his gun up in the air, smoke coming out from the barrel in a wide pillar. His countenance was bent into anger and his bloody rapier was exposed for all to see. Azzahr: Let Corporeus come! Rather that we fight for honor and glory then become corrupt and backwards like the king whose blood lies on my blade. The crowd was silenced. Azzahr sheathed his sword and reached to his neck, undoing a knot of some sort. He revealed it to be a necklace made of King Trayen's strands of hair, with his decapitated head at the end. Azzahr stood proud and tall for all to see, carrying the pruned, revolting head of his recent kill. Lena: You barbarian! That's regicide! Azzahr: One who would sell his soul to save his life deserves neither. Foreign powers will not subvert our nation. Lena: You need my aid. Azzahr: And what did you bring, a fancy gun? Lena: I brought more brains than the administration of this suburban wreck has total. Prcchati: But we fight for independence, right? Lena: Precisely, which is why-- Azzahr: Men, if you would fight Corporeus, then why would you betray your principles and allow Houlenu to storm our lands? Deep in the hearts of all citizens beats the desire to protect our nation. Azzahr reached behind him and produced the Dvesti banner. A white background with a golden shield surrounded in stars. It was still wet in some places, gnawed by animals in others. The white was heavily diluted, and the entire banner was heavily wrinkled. It was a pathetic sight. Azzahr: This is what your king let happen to your banner, to your people! Merchants, farmers, artisans: Your nation has been destroyed, and we must rebuild-- Lena: You must let it be rebuilt! I thank you for the heavy rhetoric, but I assure you, these people have enough brains to see that they are outclassed. Let the Houlenu Rep-- Prcchati: Enough! Let's come to a compromise. Since the crowds have finally quieted down, let's discuss strategy. Everything else comes after we win. Azzahr: ...very well. We don't have long, but we have a large number here, comparable to the four-hundred I'd imagine we'd have. ---- (OOC: For now, this is for characters to discuss strategy. Characters other than the main three in the previous discussion are allowed to discuss. There's still time before the attack comes. In the meantime, try not to do anything overly-hasty. Alec? In the future, try not to dip your hand that far into an RP, especially when somebody is already busy forming the beginnings of it.) -------------------- We're all amazed but not amused By all the things that you said you'd do. You're much concerned but not involved by Decisions that are made by you But we are sick and tired of hearing your song, Telling us how you are going to change right from wrong, 'Cause if you really want to hear our views, You haven't done nothin'. Posts: 6936 | Registered: Tuesday, September 18 2001 07:00 |
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Bob's Big Date
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written Wednesday, December 10 2003 17:34
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... *sigh* This is why I normally don't get too attached to RPs. For the ages: 1. Lena as voluptuous isn't a picture I would have picked up on, but fine. I guess I can see where you got that. I can't see where you got the ridiculously sexual bits, though. Characters who get particularly indignant over misogyny tend not to turn around and act like cheesecake. 2. Lena as swarthy is rather ridiculous. The next person from a Norwegian-like climate who could be described as 'swarthy' I met would be the first. 3. Lena as hard-boiled and confrontational is also completely against the earlier tone of her dialogue. I could sort of forgive this. 4. Lena as a foreign provocateur is where it became apparent you would, in fact, make it all the way over the shark. She hasn't played Houlenu as anything except a personality influence, and most certainly wouldn't be engineering a takeover. 5. Houlenu as an imperial power was most definitely the straw that broke the camel's back. Lena Xao is a diplomat, not a fifth-columnist: don't you think that a fifth-columnist would have had even a LITTLE support in getting places, and wouldn't have had to, you know, rely on guerrillas? 6. Also, Xao getting indignant about regicide clearly shows that you might have read three or four sentences of what I've posted here. The word reactionary has come up several times, and conservative just as often, in a derisive context. Also, Houlenu is a republic; I should hope it was rather clear from what I wrote. May it go down in the record, TM, that you are nothing like a good DM :P *sighs again* As Lena Xao is clearly not my character any longer, I don't feel any need to stick around. [ Wednesday, December 10, 2003 17:45: Message edited by: USA-se Xenerali-boariku CUSITURA ] -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, December 10 2003 17:51
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I don't mean to insult you or anyone else Alorael, but if you people think I am reverting my post to look like that of the old west when I find a palace with an elevator, electric lights, flying enemy spaceships and the such, then you got another thing coming. There is nothing wrong with my security systems as such things have been around since the late 1800s on our planet. Either someone explain to me why you can have your technologies, and I can't, or I will have no choice but to leave this RP for good as I find this to be unfair treatment. I want a proper explanation of the technology in this world and what things they do not have. I can see easily that they have electricity, as lights were mentioned earlier. An elevator was mentioned in the palace as well. I heard some weird talk about enemies being dropped from aircrafts of sorts. The idea of locks and keys has been around for a long time and so have hidden panels powered by electricity. On the other hand, maybe my horse and cart is too old! Perhaps it has something to do with you thinking my character is a god character. I assure you that he is as easy to kill as any other 45 year old man who is a retired army officer and justice of the peace. If you think for one second that he is going to run around with two dinky little pistols killing enemies and then having t make his own bullets from scratch, then you can consider me gone from this RP. So, give me the clear background of this city and I will change what I can. Otherwise, I will leave this one as it is already losing momentum. Sorry to take up valuable space, but I don't change easily unless I am giving a clear and precise reason why I should. I see nothing any different when reading the others posts. I read them all. And by the way your highnesses, the guns I was bringing were not all for me. I was planning on sharing. I also went back and took out the most powerful of the bunch except for the grenades, mines, shotguns, and Luger Magnums. [ Wednesday, December 10, 2003 19:09: Message edited by: Sherlock Holmes - MSW ] -------------------- Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?" Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine." "Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes Posts: 935 | Registered: Friday, August 8 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, December 10 2003 18:43
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I think you've vastly overestimated the level of technology available. Yes, there are electric lights. Yes, there are elevators. Both are probably at their most primitive levels, extremely expensive, and not available for one man's secret bunker unless he happens to be an unbelievably rich man. The electric fence seems a bit out of place for what really seems like a mid 1800's setting. The hologram I can accept as an illusion, but the electric fence doesn't quite work. Here's where I really have trouble: quote:That is way too modern. You'll notice that the revolver is the height of firearms. Swords and polearms are still the order of the day. Kevlar and Glocks are really, really out of place. [Edit: When TM said that the army used gliders, I assume he meant gliders. Basically cloth stretched over a frame. Since these things are carrying ballistas, I guess they must have hot air balloons attached or something. No, they don't make sense, but they aren't high tech.] —Alorael, who of course is judging this on his own. TM may disagree. But it seems that everyone else is operating under this assumption, and pitting muskets against shotguns and revolvers against magnums is too unbalanced. [ Wednesday, December 10, 2003 18:49: Message edited by: Alorael ] Posts: 14579 | Registered: Saturday, December 1 2001 08:00 |
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Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
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written Wednesday, December 10 2003 19:12
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OK, this RP's world is not like our own; just because they have plastic and primitave gliders does not mean they have holographic caves and hidden keyholes; if you will notice, it is ridiculous to drive a cart through a holographic rock wall. This RP is meant to be a medieval type, it seems, with swords and old-fashioned rifles; the plastic is a (rather odd) exception. Anyway, TM. You should write this as a book. You obviously want to control the entire RP, and you've already taken control of Alec's character, and Drakey's character, too, before long... and with a book, people can just put it down if they don't want to read it. In an RP in which you wish to participate, you don't have much of a choice. Unless some of the other members start directing the course of this RP, I'll probably leave it too. I don't mean that as a threat, as MSW seemed to imply, it's just that I prefer RPs in which more than one person matters. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, December 10 2003 19:26
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OOC: Now to get back in town. IC: Brutus manages to make it back to the city with his cart of guns. He doesn't really want to share them, but he can't use them all at the same time either. He decides that he will only give them to people that will respect them and not treat them like just any ordinary gun. These guns are part of his collection and he doesn't want them to be damaged. He makes it to the gate and Colonel Baxter let's him in. He stops the cart just inside the entrance and gets off. Walking back to Carl, he directs him to the cart and shows him the guns. Brutus: "So Carl, would you like to use any of these guns? I know I can trust you to handle them with care. If there is anyone around this city who knows how to respect a gun, you are definitely one of them. So what would you like? A Colt, a Remington, a Winchester? I have them all." Colonel Baxter: "Well, Billy, it's a tough choice. I would like a double-barrel shotgun for sure. And two of those S & W's would be nice." Brutus: "You got it. Here. Take a few boxes of bullets. You will certainly need them. I will give you more if you need them later. And I know you will need more eventually. I will be at my station if anyone needs me preparing for the battle." Colonel Baxter: "Alright, Billy. We'll send for you if we need you. And I will take good care of your guns. I know how much you like to collect them and don't want them damaged. Until then." With that, Brutus gets back in his cart and drives to his station. Tying the horse to a post, he takes the time to transport all of his weapons into the abandoned station and after ten minutes, all the weapons and ammo are inside. He then sets to work barricading up the windows and all the other doors other than the front. After 15 more minutes, the front door is the only one left that allows access to or escape from the building. His plan is to use the station as a hold out point in case the enemy penetrates the outer defenses and is able to enter the town. He knows that the station contains plenty of food and water for him and anyone else that wants to join him in a potential hold out. It occurs to him that the current attack and defense plans presented are worthless and that the enemy will have no trouble infiltrating the city. To Brutus, it is a matter of not if, but when. He decides that the station will be his best bet of survival in the instance that the city is invaded. He also knows that it has an underground shelter with an escape tunnel known only to him and a few of the other officers. Once hidden in there with food, ammo, and weapons, a group of people could traverse the tunnel if need be and go the several-mile distance through it and come out miles from the city where it would be safe. He then puts that thought to the back of his mind. Presently, he does not need to take so drastic an action as the city isn't even under attack yet. Nevertheless, it is an option that he is glad that he knows about. So, he continues to secure the rest of the building and soon is completely done. He then starts putting on his chain armor, covering all spots on his body and completing it with a steel helm. He then fills his pockets with as much ammo as he can and then puts on several guns. Having finished all of this, he hides the rest of his supply cache so that rogue thieves won't come across it and locks the door of the building as he leaves. Then he walks to the area where Colonel Baxter is to offer his assistance. IC: I have given the group an escape tunnel in the case where it might actually be needed, though I doubt it. It is unknown to the enemy so please don't go and say that they use it to secretly enter the city. I created it and I can destroy it if it is misused. [ Thursday, December 11, 2003 16:10: Message edited by: Sherlock Holmes - MSW ] -------------------- Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?" Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine." "Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes Posts: 935 | Registered: Friday, August 8 2003 07:00 |