ctrlsaltdel

Eidolon: Conspiracy Theory

you know, so far I haven't been living up to the Jojo's reputation for Weird Mouth Shit

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Rearden Keane

Rearden watches her own impassive face in the mirror. The rest of her body seemes to reflect normally enough, even as she waves her hands in front of her face, but her twin's expression remains blank. She tilts her head, then pulls at the corners of her mouth, sticks her tongue out, and makes a noise. "Bwehhhhh..."

"Certainly quite the rude awakening that must have been,"

She whips her head around, wiping her hands dry on her tunic. "Tell me about it. It took me a while to stop pinching myself."

"Oh, that would be most upsetting. How long have you been here?"

"Hard to say, really. If I had to guess, it's been some weeks, but it's hard to keep track of time here, and I've been busy most of the time trying to stay dry. And alive."

Rearden walks into the next room, then leans down to frown at the cabinet with Aurora. "Hairpins? No, I can't say I do... Oh, wait a minute!" She leaves the room at a slight jog, and her footsteps echo from the stairwell, then re-enters the room a minute later, holding a pincushion bristling with sewing pins. "Is this anything?"

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Go ahead and roll an Investigation or Perception check. ^_^

@Guardian Angel Haruki

That's a 14.

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@Guardian Angel Haruki Were there knitting or sewing needles in the fiber crafts room we just came from? Is that something I'd need to roll for?

Endless Autumn (A Savage Worlds Adventure Edition Horror RP)

Unless I'm missing something, I'm not able to make a roll in the campaign you created, but I've rolled a 4 here.

Endless Autumn (A Savage Worlds Adventure Edition Horror RP)

Allyn lays the phone down on the table, frowning. That was... well, all kinds of odd. And the old man hadn't answered his question. Intentionally? If he's honest with himself, this Marcus sounds like he might just be one of all-mouth-no-ears types--he's met enough old men like that. All the same, really strange.

Two thousand dollars, though. And what is it about this graveyard that the township hates so much? He doesn't remember reading anything in the papers about the town trying to get rid of the graveyard, and it's not like Autumn Island generates a lot of news on most days. Is it a behind the scenes effort? Some old-money old-name councilman trying to claim the property for himself? To go through all the effort of delisting it--maybe someone is using the cemetery as a front for something?

The waiter sets the coffee down on the table in front of him, and Allyn looks up at them, blinking bleary eyes. Something is odd about the way the staff is looking at him. Something that only started when he mentioned Marcus's name during his phone call.

"Thanks," he croaks. Clears his throat, then, more audibly: "Hey, uh. You know anything about the Old Cemetery?" He takes his best pass at a friendly smile, meeting the waiter's eyes.

Allyn has rolled a 4 to Research.

Endless Autumn (A Savage Worlds Adventure Edition Horror RP)

"Well, on the one hand this sounds sketchy as hell. Unfortunately, I'm looking at my character sheet and it does say right here 'Hindrances: Curious (Major)'."

Endless Autumn (A Savage Worlds Adventure Edition Horror RP)

Just reread the last post--did you mean for Marcus to ignore Allyn's question? Wanted to confirm before I wrote a post.

Endless Autumn (A Savage Worlds Adventure Edition Horror RP)

I'm realizing now that when I was looking at the equipment list and thinking "oh, everything I realistically want is under the limit where I need to roll Wealth", one thing I didn't consider was transportation =X

...how's the Lyft situation on Autumn Island?

Scum and Villainy - Plentiful Bounty

Your ship approaches the rendezvous point. The sleek lines of the Wages of Sin--Pasha Arlox's private yacht--hang in the void, right where you were told it would be. Its glossy hull reflect the blackness of space and the pinpricks of distant stars, but pulsing lines of color along its vertices pick it out from the background. It flashes its transponder as you get into range, confirming its identity; apparently, the Pasha has already established your identity to their satisfaction.

Arlox's hands are clasped behind their back as they wait on the other end of the airlock. The Pasha is a small person, and the towering guards flanking them on either side don't exactly make them look any taller. Long, expensive-looking robes hide everything else except their head; their face is finely featured, and while their eyebrows have been shaven--hair replaced by a series of silver and gold piercings--jet-black hair falls in a straight line down their back, all the way to their waist. At face value, not a very impressive sight--but you notice that the guards, who are quite impressive-looking, show clear deference to this diminutive figure.

"Ah, the Cerberus," a musical voice greets you onto their ship; Arlox's mouth curls up in a slight smile. "Good hunting, I take it?"