Hekazu

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Since the method of traversal may be important, I am postponing my post until a decision on the subject is made. I will flip a coin to resolve the matter if no conclusion has been drawn by tomorrow morning (~20hrs from now).

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

@Ryonara

The cliff is 150 feet high. Put three ropes together and that is traversable, though whether it'll be inconspicuous to anyone watching from the camp I can be less sure of.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

The guards are not outside of the cave, but inside of it just barely within the reach of light as it is. To draw them out would require a distraction. I'll have to check the height of the cliff once I arrive home @Ryonara.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

I shall be posting tomorrow, assuming no changes will be made to the plan. Though with how a point of concern has already been noted, I would prefer to know clearly what the final plan that you will attempt will be.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Ryonara@Gordian Nought@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

@Hekazu

Imo, since we're dealing with a lot of information, we should pin things like those that Terminal just said somewhere.

@13org

That was the plan. I'm still thinking I might want to cut that down a little, but they are going to one of the 0th posts that already contain useful information about what is going on. Though I suppose if using hiders, the length will not be that big of an issue until we approach the character limit. But if that starts being an issue in time, it'll be less work to be done then were it to be done now.

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

Croaks pulled in air through his teeth when Nina mentioned having expected him to step in. "It's Croaks, not just a croak", he corrected the info broker as he hurried her along. "And you counting on a gang boss that you've just met today isn't… who the fuck cares, you don't", he tried to speak sense to her for the one last time, but realised its futility halfway through. She took pride in dashing head first into a bog of bad circumstances, but there was also a point in it. That was how one got the info, by poking their head, ear or eye in a place it didn't belong in. And then kept their mouth shut until there was enough incentive to go on from that piece learnt on said little journey.

With the action figure of a man left behind, Croaks wasn't exactly in the mood for talking other than what was necessary. It was confirmed that he would be playing the 'bad cop' again, as was how the deal had been with Ribby earlier. But before they could even start, they would have to wait for the interrogatee to regains consciousness. Nina had let slip a few matters about herself. That she was somewhat of a bio-chrome expert. Great. That would come in handy to be sure. Wonder how long their roles would hold up after she started poking about their captive though. Croaks leaned back in the cushioned chair, his gun pointing at the floor next to him. Until the man woke up, there was no reason to aim at 'em. Only brought in accidents. They'd happened in the past, it had been a helluva mess to clean up, and as Nina had said they needed this one to get anywhere.

But nothing was happening. Just how long was this lad going to take? "Cool birthday you are having", Croaks commented to pass the time. "Running in and out of the bar somewhere in the combat zone, almost ending up wine shopping with an armed mountain of muscle but then returning to the old place to stare at an unconscious man and preparing to make his life hell once they are done with that nap they are taking." He shrugged, not particularly minding how that sounded. "Not that I'd actually celebrated since… ever", he reminisced, glancing upward at the ceiling as he tried to remember. "You seem like the sort that would care though."

He sighed. A dull bassline penetrated the door, the structure failing to stop the beat from reaching their ears despite Ribby having remotely turned off the speakers in the little room itself. After all, it was nothing more than a private lounge. A bit more bloody than usual, being their staple for this sort of little fun, but a little private lounge nonetheless. The song shifted. "Hell, you want a drink or someth-" Croaks was about to ask from Nina, but it was precisely then that the biker moved. "Well about fucking time!" Croaks rejoiced and raised his gun to chest level.

The first piece of noise their captive made was a groan of pain. Understandable. The second was drawing in a breath through his teeth. Even more so. Croaks rapped his fingers over the body of his gun once and drew a deep breath, sighing to mark that he was going to start this conversation off. "Yeah, you are in pretty deep shit pal", he offered the piece of information free of charge to the lad. "Didn't yo mama teach you not to go stirring up shit in the turf of other people? Look see, we eat here. We drink here. We live here. If I were to come to your house and shit on your carpet, you wouldn't like it any more than we did like just what you were up to out there."

Croaks saw how the man's eyes darted for the door, and before they had even realised they had moved towards the door the weapon in the room had been levelled on the path, the bead currently comfortably around the biker's shoulder. "Hold up now. I'm not asking you to clean your turd there mate. We've already seen to that. Just tickles me pink to not know why you'd go and do such a thing, hm? You wanna tell me and my friend here, or do I gotta get dirty with ya?"

Croaks gave Nina no sign to step in, but he had more or less said everything he had to say for himself. As the biker retracted back to their original spot, Croaks slowly lowered the gun just as well. The biker guy didn't seem convinced yet. But that was hardly the case when you only offered the stick, and the carrot wasn't anywhere to be seen. He was only looking for a way out here. Just on the foot they'd want him.

@13org

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

@Lady Selune
Good to see a new, if familiar face, on the streets of Night City! When it comes to your character, that face seems to be one that you think you've seen somewhere, but can't be sure if you actually ever have. Not exactly something we have in great abundance right now. I'm not 100% sold on the whole antenna teeth thing though. It just feels… off. Is there any other type of option to be considered for the antenna part? Something attachable to existing data ports for example?

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On a whole another note, the 0th post for the IC tab should likely be created to detail a bit about the currently active scenes and where characters are as is. Not to mention that the OOC tab one might need a few smaller tidbits added to it to know what has been done for the job until this point. For that, I'd like to request those actively taking part in each little story branch to summarise their endeavours into something that can be placed there. I should be able to handle the Croaks-Nina combo once I've written my post, but Theron-Tracy (@The Harbinger of Ferocity & @Terminal) and Scarlett (@SleepingSilence) I'd like to have from the source to avoid mistakes. And, I'll be frank here, to lessen the amount of work that it would place on my shoulders.

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

I am starting to recover from my cold. Post to come during the weekend.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

It was the day after the Greenest's heroes' one day respite from bringing the fight to the cult of the dragon. They no longer felt like there was anything to do within the town, and thus they sought to leave and do exactly what had been requested of them: To find out just what the Cult was planning to do next. If there were any plans to attack further settlements, those would be on the top of the priority list to report as far as they knew. If that was not something they could tell, at least there was the knowledge that they were not yet on the move. And if they had the opportunity, the hatchery remained a potential target for sabotage just as well.

The sun had risen above the horizon, but it had not been given much more time than that. Its still cold rays extended themselves over dew decorated plains, marking the path the heroes were to walk with its yet barely marked old tracks of the passing cult. Leosin had dragged himself out of bed and walked to the heroes with his own two feet, an encouraging smile on his visage. "Remember, I will depart for Elturel tomorrow. If I am gone by the time you arrive, speak with my friend Ontharr Frume instead. I will have him informed of your arrival if I must leave." With that, he saw the adventurers off, wishing them good luck under his breath only once they were already out of earshot. On to prepare for the next few days for him.

On the way towards the horseshoe that was the cultist's camp, Orchid insisted they stop by the scene of the fight from a few days earlier. At the scene some tracks and discarded weapons still remained, but being stored on the wet ground had not done the few scimitars any services. Three were there to be found, were the woodsman to wish taking them with him, though it was difficult to see immediate value in this act. They were, after all, but simple weapons. Easily mass produced with little resale value. But they were weapons, and they would still cut if a bit of whetstone was applied to the worst parts of them.

A closer approach towards the camp provided Torus and Parum with surprising news, however. The hustle and bustle they had seen be the norm of life in the camp was gone. None of the kobold's tents still stood, and only one man could be seen in the camp with two others leaving with two horses each. They took off to different directions, though all of them seemed to be equally trampled. Not many conclusions were left to be drawn from here. Leosin's assumption that the cult would have been slow to move anywhere must have been in the wrong.

To their luck, as the bard led forth the old man blind to his own senses, the eyes of Judgement would bring them a saving grace of knowledge: There were still people within the cave. From the mouth they could be seen, just out of direct light that the now substantially warmer sun sent downwards. Two dragonclaws stood guard, a barrier standing for those unauthorised. But nothing to stop the truly determined. The mouth of the camp was barren of any guard now, and between them and the cave stood now only the tents the humanoid members of the cult had used and the one man seemingly gathering something into a tent.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Ryonara@Gordian Nought@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

If nothing else will be rolling forth, I will be advancing us tomorrow.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Ryonara@Gordian Nought@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen