Derren Krenshaw

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

I'll be getting a post up today, probably in a few hours.

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Igraine said
Eventually the groups will be back together anyway, one way or the other, so there's really no worries about being cut apart into separate plots forever and ever.

You say that now, but when half of us end up stranded across random mountains somewhere, unable to find anyone else, what then?

Also, anyone taking bets on the Werewolf/Giant cage match that's about to happen? Dunn's looking to be favored on account of raw strength, but Veti has a good shot at an upset.

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People like to talk about macroing combat in WoW... but anyone who tries that just performs worse than someone who actually plays the game. The game is far from perfect, and the last couple expacs have definitely had their issues (Wrath remains the high-point of the game, both in terms of quality and number of subscriptions) but in the end it's still the MMO that I've found easy to enjoy for long periods of time. Continuous endgame content, story that -while mangled- actually matters to game progression, even plenty to do for casual gamers.

If WoW's done anything right, it's continued to adapt and remain successful, despite virtually every other gaming company trying to knock them down . Outdated's probably the last term I'd use for the game, there's newer MMOs far more archaic in design than WoW is.

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Hellis said
Well it was worse before, but I literally knew entire families who played it during it's peak. Then again. I am swedish, we average 4 computers per family at this point I swear. Also the "nerd" stigma is practically non existent over here at this point.plus my bosses at the time, every teacher I had etc. Like, it was insane.

Sweden sounds like a pretty awesome place.

I've bounced around MMOs for a while. WoW, Eve, Guild Wars... WoW's probably still my favorite of them so far, but the Elder Scrolls Online beta sells me a little more on the game every time I log in.

... speaking of that, lemme steal some of that bacon before I hop back into the beta. Strips of fatty pig is the best morning meal, especially with some iced coffee to wash it down. Or maybe hot coffee for Lillian, or hot anything for Lillian right now *shudders* You need a hotel, a fire, or both.

Actually, how many hotels have decent fireplaces?

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"Indeed, I've been helping narrow down where they might have hidden the other treasures..."

Semyon spoke easily with his employer, until the arrival of more called duty to pull Atticus away. A pity -the Incubus spoke well- but he returned almost instantly, briefly introducing the recognizable Henry.

"...And to you as well." His words echoed politely in response to the siren, trading grips with the man's hand, turning away a moment after the Siren did the same. He was alone for more than just a moment now, and it gave the Wight time to observe the others. They arrived one-by-one, in degrees of surety and... eccentricity.

A coat. He should have packed an extra one, or two. There was always the possibility a comrade would find need for it. Already that was apparent, and Atticus displayed the foresight commanded of a leader in producing one for the gown-clad gentleman. Others seemed considerably better prepared, however, so Semyon did not need to berate himself to much over his lack of planning.

Nor did he have as much time to observe as he first believed, as a dark-skinned man approached and introduced himself. If centuries of undeath hadn't dulled his movements down to only the barest motions efficiency allowed, Semyon would have arched an eyebrow in surprise at the man's title... and his last whispered words.

"Добрый вечер Sethan, Son of Ra, it is an honor to meet you." He accompanied the words with a low bow, mouth managing to quirk a slight smile in response to Sethan's comment on the state of their hearts. Surely there were those here who knew what Semyon was, but it had never been something he bothered to make a point of.

He was hard to kill, no need to go into further detail.

"Friend of mine thought he'd found something. Hidden cave smugglers might have used, maybe a thousand years ago. He was hoping to salvage some silk, find old texts. Just prove people had been there." He gave a shrug, eyes catching the towering form of... what appeared to be a golem, among their comrades...

Another set of eyes fell on him, then, the gaze tugging subtly at his essence. Semyon felt the urge to seek out the watcher, to discover their intent, but held it back. His comrades were varied, and likely another knew him or knew of him. If so, they could speak later. Now, however, he was still conversing with a king.

"Instead, we found gold. Statues and coins, more than that one could carry. Evidence there could be more caches too. Scattered across Siberia." He paused for a moment, thinking both that there was nothing more to say, but that something should be said. This man was a king. His love of wealth apparent from the gold adorning his figure, a simple explanation alone would not suffice. Something more must be said. Something... something...

Wait. He had spoken Russian in greeting. Roughly, as someone learning the language.

"You are interested in Russia yourself? Forgive me for presuming a king's interest, but... I can share what I've found after this job. And whoever finds the gold, gets to decide how much they're due."

Mikhail was going to regret making that concession.

But he would outlive the embarrassment, as he had all the others. Semyon's main concern now was hoping he had said enough to satisfy Sethan, Son of Ra. Talking to a king you did not know was difficult, even if he was serving as comrade for now. But he had given the best answer he could give, and so would have to content himself with the outcome. Whatever happened, good or ill, for the rest of this mission, he would outlive it.

Unlike Mikhail, however, he did prefer to avoid the ill.

(("Добрый вечер" = "Good evening"... roughly...))

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7 1/2 year-old, lvl 90 warlock to bring to the party here. Plus the monk... the paladin... the deathknight... the rogue...

... I ended up with a few 90s before taking a break a few months ago. I do miss the PvP, Ret Pally/Warlock did surprisingly well in 2s.

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Dead Cruiser said
Oh, incidentally, Derren, Sethan's Russian amounts to something like "I pleasure myself meeting you."

Aha, google translator was close... or about as close as it can get.

I should have a post up either in a couple of hours or later this evening, depending on how much time I can get before work.

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Lillian Thorne said
So naturally my remedy for that was another latte.

It's amazing the kind of things caffeine can cure. Some sort of medical miracle.

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I don't know, fresh-caught fish smells more like the waters it was pulled from than the 'fishy' smell most people think of, could be an apt description of Henry :P

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Unlit said
What's wrong with pink? That's a nice depiction of sugary death, Dot.Also, is it preferable to assume the newer characters were part of the Company during last chapter, just not present for those happenings? Or that they have joined this particular team of B&H since the ending of the previous events?

Whichever you prefer, I believe. The last events only consisted of the -then- Boston branch, so there's plenty other branches (as well as members of the boston branch who were otherwise busy at the time) if you want to have a character who's been with the company for a while.