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STATUS: Ethical issues aside, AI prose is just really bad. 16 days ago
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Ethical issues aside, AI prose is just really bad.
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She wanted to read, she wanted to write, but the main thing she wanted was something to fight
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Make it clear that you don't need him to be reading Dante tomorrow. Also suggest it would be fun if you had a private language that you could use to mock English speakers in secret.
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Luckily history suggests an infinite ability for people to be shit heads ;)
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Emmaline peered at Markus suspiciously. It certainly looked like the corsair captain. She sniffed as though attempting to detect the smell of liquor or hashish but found nothing out of the ordinary. She took another sip of the dwarven ale without speaking and then set the stein down on the table. She wasn't even sure how to process his words, being a past master of the back handed compliment made her suspicious.
Morality was a strange thing she supposed. He respected her because she was a swindler. She was annoying but valued. It occured to her that she wouldn't be here at all if he hadn't kidnapped her in the first place. She supposed that she could probably have run off if she wanted to, in Sartosa perhaps but here certainly, but the truth was that sailing with Markus on an adventure that might make them all rich was far more appealing than scamming aging socialites with miracle youth potions. It was also true that although he had kidnapped her, she owed Markus something for protecting her, and not for simply selling her at auction to what, she modestly suspected would be a small fortune. And so having considered her words she opened her mouth and responded.
"Alright, who are you and what have you done with Markus Flintbrook?"
Morality was a strange thing she supposed. He respected her because she was a swindler. She was annoying but valued. It occured to her that she wouldn't be here at all if he hadn't kidnapped her in the first place. She supposed that she could probably have run off if she wanted to, in Sartosa perhaps but here certainly, but the truth was that sailing with Markus on an adventure that might make them all rich was far more appealing than scamming aging socialites with miracle youth potions. It was also true that although he had kidnapped her, she owed Markus something for protecting her, and not for simply selling her at auction to what, she modestly suspected would be a small fortune. And so having considered her words she opened her mouth and responded.
"Alright, who are you and what have you done with Markus Flintbrook?"
Poo has called dibs on the fae
A bag over her head stopped her from using her powers. Jess filled that away under potentially useful information. She made a hand gesuture to the crew, ordering them to keep back as she entered the storage area and began rifling through bags. Knowing her people wouldn't be satisfied with just watching she began randomly throwing bags of possesions back along the corridor. They sailed along in zero G until a crewman or a bulkhead stopped them. Finally she found a black bag with a grey ribbon and pulled it open. Inside was a book,an honest to Goddess paper book. Jess had seen them in museums as a child but never actually handled one. Holding it by the spine she thummed through the pages, a process made exaggeratedly slow by the lack of gravity. The inside of the book was filled with diagrams and numbers, nothing that made sense to Jess, though she though maybe some of the math was familiar from her long ago course at the academy in which they had all rejoiced that computers actually made the computations for jumps through the multidimension of Parallax Space.
"Well what did I expect," Jessica muttered more or less to herself, "X marks the spot?" In truth that wasn't far from what she HAD expected, that the Navigator would be alive and remember the course, and agree to show it to her. Still it was more than she had, and the Navigator's journal was worth something even if she couldn't decode it. A sudden tapping translated through the ships metal floor. Jessica turned and looked down the hall to find Jacobis tapping her wrist in the universal sign for 'time'. Jessica pulled the stop watch from her pocket. Seven minutes.
"Alright, well, you are welcome to come with us," she told the Starborn, "Infact if you dont want to wind up in custody or freezing to death I recommend you do. We hid the jump signature on the way in by dropping in pretty far out system. THey will finger us for sure this time and if we aren't out of here quick it will be kitty bar the door. The Hedge dosen't mess around with blockade runners."
"Well what did I expect," Jessica muttered more or less to herself, "X marks the spot?" In truth that wasn't far from what she HAD expected, that the Navigator would be alive and remember the course, and agree to show it to her. Still it was more than she had, and the Navigator's journal was worth something even if she couldn't decode it. A sudden tapping translated through the ships metal floor. Jessica turned and looked down the hall to find Jacobis tapping her wrist in the universal sign for 'time'. Jessica pulled the stop watch from her pocket. Seven minutes.
"Alright, well, you are welcome to come with us," she told the Starborn, "Infact if you dont want to wind up in custody or freezing to death I recommend you do. We hid the jump signature on the way in by dropping in pretty far out system. THey will finger us for sure this time and if we aren't out of here quick it will be kitty bar the door. The Hedge dosen't mess around with blockade runners."
Dresden Files!
Emmaline put the strange fortune teller out of her mind in the traditional way. By spending a bunch of money. Though some of more extravagent stores were beyond her price range, she only had the hundred or so pieces of silver she had stolen from Von Roberts, her eye for what was real among the forgeries and nonsense allowed her to pick up a few bargins and then sell them back to more reputable stores. More than once a propiter suggested that they could arrive at a better price if they went into the back of the store where, coincidentally, there was a bed or cot, or in one case an alley, but Emmaline politely but firmly declined. After an hour or so of haggling and trading she had aquired a grimoire which seemed to be a collection of spells and formulae from the Gold College, it was an old book, printed nearly a hundred years ago in Altdorf. The unknown wizard who had owned it had made copious notes in the margins, expanding at some length in a cramped spidery hand. She also purchased a small diary bound in tattered leather that appeared to be hedge magic. The final volume she had found was a rarer thing, filled with the kind of ritual magic rarely attempted by Imperial Wizards. Some of the illustrations were detailed enough to make even Emmaline blush, but as she had used such magics to heal Markus once already she figured she might as well read up. The sailors said that the voyage to Ind would be months long and there would be plenty of time for reading. She had also aquired flasks of some common alchemical reagents, most of what she needed she could find or manufacture, but there were a few staples which she wanted to lay in store. Perhaps, she thought as she headed back towards the inn, she could get some money from Markus. The thought made her giggle, sure, maybe she could get some from Sketti too.
It wasn't until she had nearly reached the inn that she noticed that there were a pair of men watching her. One of them, the taller one with a trim mustache, she thought she had seen once already. Had they been following her? They certainly hadn't been until after she left the Street of the Arcane. Emmaline frowned, she couldn't imagine why anyone would want to follow her, but she supposed it was a free city and if they wanted to skulk around that was their business. If they were planning on robbing her it was too late now she had already reached the inn.
Stepping inside she was immediately impressed by the understated style of the place. Expensive but not flashy in the way that expensive places often were. It reminded her of the inns and dining houses which the uppercrust of Altdorf society frequented, in deliberate negation of the flashier taste of newer mercantile parvenu. It lacked the stink of most of the inns Emmaline had been in as well, that familiar cocktail of stale beer, moulding reeds, tallow candles and the sharp tang of vomit. This place smelled faintly of vinegar and... Emmaline wrinkled her nose before her eyes widened with delight. She marched up to the bar, tripping at the sudden step down and juggling her books for several seconds before regaining her poise.
"You have dwarven ale?" she demanded of the tapster. The barman a stout man with a neatly shaved scalp hooked a thumb at one of the booths sectioned off by curtains.
"Your friend is looking for you," he grunted. Emmaline nodded impatiently.
"Yes yes, but ale first," she demanded, placing one of her few remaining pieces of silver on the counter top. The barman gave her a speculative look and then scooped up the coin. He produced a wooden flagon from under the bar and then turned to a tapped keg on the wall. He turned the tap and filled the mug with the reach malty brew that was so rare in Imperial taverns and all but unknown in Tilean ones.
"Here you go," he told her, sliding the stein across the bar to her.
It wasn't until she had nearly reached the inn that she noticed that there were a pair of men watching her. One of them, the taller one with a trim mustache, she thought she had seen once already. Had they been following her? They certainly hadn't been until after she left the Street of the Arcane. Emmaline frowned, she couldn't imagine why anyone would want to follow her, but she supposed it was a free city and if they wanted to skulk around that was their business. If they were planning on robbing her it was too late now she had already reached the inn.
Stepping inside she was immediately impressed by the understated style of the place. Expensive but not flashy in the way that expensive places often were. It reminded her of the inns and dining houses which the uppercrust of Altdorf society frequented, in deliberate negation of the flashier taste of newer mercantile parvenu. It lacked the stink of most of the inns Emmaline had been in as well, that familiar cocktail of stale beer, moulding reeds, tallow candles and the sharp tang of vomit. This place smelled faintly of vinegar and... Emmaline wrinkled her nose before her eyes widened with delight. She marched up to the bar, tripping at the sudden step down and juggling her books for several seconds before regaining her poise.
"You have dwarven ale?" she demanded of the tapster. The barman a stout man with a neatly shaved scalp hooked a thumb at one of the booths sectioned off by curtains.
"Your friend is looking for you," he grunted. Emmaline nodded impatiently.
"Yes yes, but ale first," she demanded, placing one of her few remaining pieces of silver on the counter top. The barman gave her a speculative look and then scooped up the coin. He produced a wooden flagon from under the bar and then turned to a tapped keg on the wall. He turned the tap and filled the mug with the reach malty brew that was so rare in Imperial taverns and all but unknown in Tilean ones.
"Here you go," he told her, sliding the stein across the bar to her.
i.4pcdn.org/tg/1445670817768.pdf
Chapter 4 starting at page 80 is all players really need to be concerned about. When/if we get started I will post move summaries, but it is extremely simple compared to most TTRPGs. There really is no way to game the system mechanically so I suggest just doing what sounds cool. Good advice for life really.
Chapter 4 starting at page 80 is all players really need to be concerned about. When/if we get started I will post move summaries, but it is extremely simple compared to most TTRPGs. There really is no way to game the system mechanically so I suggest just doing what sounds cool. Good advice for life really.
Emmaline found that her mood had lifted considerably since she had shed her tail. Part of her felt some shame. Halfdan wasn't a bad sort for a pirate and he was certain to take failing Markus personally. Well the fault on that score was Markus' for saddling her with the hulking chaperone in the first place. Tobaro was doubtlessly a dangerous city, but Emmaline had grown up in Altdorf, and not in the better parts of it either and had no fear of cities.
After perhaps half an hour of wandering she found what she was looking for. Tobaro didn't have a magic quater, the way the College district in Altdorf was, but the relaxed approach to the craft meant that any city on Tilea had far more in the way or arcane resources than an Imperial city of a comparable size. In Tabaro the street was actually cut back into the cliffs, though it didn't seem to be connected to any deeper tunnels beyond its old cul de sac. The street was lined with stores cut into the rock and the fronts of the building were painted with gaudy sigils in a variety of bright colors. So far as Emmaline could tell none of them were actually spells or wards, just interesting looking designs meant to evoke an aura of the mystical. Old women with crystal balls stood in front of several stores, others shouted that they would cast bones or tell fortunes. Simple healing spells to rid you of the pox and other such inducements were shouted to passers by at a volume that would have lead to a visit from the witch hunters back home.
"Girl! Come here and I shall brew you a love potion!" a toothless old hag yelled.
"Come here and I will show you how to turn lead to gold!"
"Come here Dawn Star and I shall tell you your fortune," a man of indeterminate age called. Emmaline paused and turned to look at him. He was a frustratingly average sort of man, neither short nor tall, fat nor slim, neither handsome or ugly. His only remakrable feature was an enormous cloth of gold turban that seemed to clash horribly with his simple home spun tunic.
"Why do you call me Dawn Star," Emmaline enquired. The fellow grinned becoming her closer with quick gestures of his left hand.
"That is your name is it not?" he asked innocently.
"Sort of," Emmaline returned curtly. The literal translation of Morganstern was 'Dawn Star' which anyone might know, but this seer didn't have any reason to know her name.
"Would you like to see your future?" he asked. Emmaline folded her arms beneath her breasts.
"Sure," she replied. The seer held out his hand in demand of payment.
"I predict you will pay me," he said with a wiley grin. Emmaline snorted and pulled a gold coin from her pouch.
"A gold mark then," she said, extending the coin between thumb and forefinger.
"That is a silver schilling," he objected with a hurt look.
"Not if you change it in the next half hour it isn't," Emmaline argued. The seer considered it for a moment and nodded his approval.
"This is true," he agreed and plucked the faux coin from her fingers, making it disappear into thin air. Rather than engaging in any theatrics with crystal balls or smoke, he pulled a simple mirror of polished silver from his turban and held it up to her eyes.
"What do you see..."
Emmaline blinked, peering at her reflection in the wavy imperfection of the mirror. At first there was nothing but as she watched she saw Markus, but over laid somehow with another man, both of them were dangerous but very different. Suddenly images and light began to tumble past and Emmaline cried out, almost falling, but the mirror somehow held her transfixed. She rushed down a pair of paths so fast that the lines jumbled, assaulted by images she didn't understand until suddenly she was standing naked and in the dark. A pair of bright green serpentine eyes opened and a mouth that belonged to no human and no snake hissed a single word and...
Emmaline snapped back to the present, the seer dropped his mirror which was now smoking and bubbling like heated mercury.
"What... what have you done?" he demeanded, but Emmaline was already striding away, she had wasted enough of her day with fortunes, she had some shopping to do and then, she supposed, she would head back to the inn and find Markus.
After perhaps half an hour of wandering she found what she was looking for. Tobaro didn't have a magic quater, the way the College district in Altdorf was, but the relaxed approach to the craft meant that any city on Tilea had far more in the way or arcane resources than an Imperial city of a comparable size. In Tabaro the street was actually cut back into the cliffs, though it didn't seem to be connected to any deeper tunnels beyond its old cul de sac. The street was lined with stores cut into the rock and the fronts of the building were painted with gaudy sigils in a variety of bright colors. So far as Emmaline could tell none of them were actually spells or wards, just interesting looking designs meant to evoke an aura of the mystical. Old women with crystal balls stood in front of several stores, others shouted that they would cast bones or tell fortunes. Simple healing spells to rid you of the pox and other such inducements were shouted to passers by at a volume that would have lead to a visit from the witch hunters back home.
"Girl! Come here and I shall brew you a love potion!" a toothless old hag yelled.
"Come here and I will show you how to turn lead to gold!"
"Come here Dawn Star and I shall tell you your fortune," a man of indeterminate age called. Emmaline paused and turned to look at him. He was a frustratingly average sort of man, neither short nor tall, fat nor slim, neither handsome or ugly. His only remakrable feature was an enormous cloth of gold turban that seemed to clash horribly with his simple home spun tunic.
"Why do you call me Dawn Star," Emmaline enquired. The fellow grinned becoming her closer with quick gestures of his left hand.
"That is your name is it not?" he asked innocently.
"Sort of," Emmaline returned curtly. The literal translation of Morganstern was 'Dawn Star' which anyone might know, but this seer didn't have any reason to know her name.
"Would you like to see your future?" he asked. Emmaline folded her arms beneath her breasts.
"Sure," she replied. The seer held out his hand in demand of payment.
"I predict you will pay me," he said with a wiley grin. Emmaline snorted and pulled a gold coin from her pouch.
"A gold mark then," she said, extending the coin between thumb and forefinger.
"That is a silver schilling," he objected with a hurt look.
"Not if you change it in the next half hour it isn't," Emmaline argued. The seer considered it for a moment and nodded his approval.
"This is true," he agreed and plucked the faux coin from her fingers, making it disappear into thin air. Rather than engaging in any theatrics with crystal balls or smoke, he pulled a simple mirror of polished silver from his turban and held it up to her eyes.
"What do you see..."
Emmaline blinked, peering at her reflection in the wavy imperfection of the mirror. At first there was nothing but as she watched she saw Markus, but over laid somehow with another man, both of them were dangerous but very different. Suddenly images and light began to tumble past and Emmaline cried out, almost falling, but the mirror somehow held her transfixed. She rushed down a pair of paths so fast that the lines jumbled, assaulted by images she didn't understand until suddenly she was standing naked and in the dark. A pair of bright green serpentine eyes opened and a mouth that belonged to no human and no snake hissed a single word and...
Emmaline snapped back to the present, the seer dropped his mirror which was now smoking and bubbling like heated mercury.
"What... what have you done?" he demeanded, but Emmaline was already striding away, she had wasted enough of her day with fortunes, she had some shopping to do and then, she supposed, she would head back to the inn and find Markus.
No the rules the players have to care about are very short. They are referred to as the playbooks. The are available freely but it is tough to search with my current internet.
There is and I should be able to get it up tomorrow!
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