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The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@rush99999 Because you appear to be in a situation, from which you are trying to escape.

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@rush99999 Please Roll with Escape a Situation.

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@rush99999 Ill grant that you are trying to escape a situation while driving at a calm and casual pace.

This isn't working out

Compare it to, say, Warhammer which is high-octane action hero tier shit

@Odin

Welcome to WFRPG in which we will all play rat catchers and die of tetanus.

This isn't working out: Part 2

The Art of the Deal :P

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@rush99999 That sounds more like an 'Escape a Situation' roll.

@Fetzen Debts are as follows if anyone sees a good connection:

You’re protecting someone from a dark power. They owe you 2 Debts.

Someone is trying to save you and keeps suffering for it. You owe them 2 Debts.

I also need to know about this demon who owns your soul? Does he have a name? What do you do for him?

WoT: The Dark One's Own Luck.

"He was a darkfriend?" Mave asked incredulously. The sun was already rising, shafting light across the face of the mountains. Ali had turned them off the road a couple of miles out of Hollowbrook, as soon as the road curling around the lake took them out of sight of the village. The horse picked its way up one of the small streams which fed the lake. It was unlikely that there would be any pursuit Darius, like the rest of them, was an outsider, but it didn't pay to take chances.

"He said that people in his circles knew me. Knew my eyes," Ali admitted. Mave felt a shiver run through her. All along she had assumed that the shadow was chasing her, but what if they weren't? What if they were chasing Ali and she had just been in the way. It also raised the question of why. His eyes were strange yes, but the world was filled with the strange.

"I should..." Mave began and then paused. What she should do was take him to Tar Valon, place him under the protection of the White Tower. She was certain she could arrange it. Ali would be placed under protection, kept safe. But in all likelyhood she would never be allowed to see him again. Also there was the Black Ajah to consider, could she really trust the White Tower.

"We need to get out of here," she corrected. If Darius had reported where they were it wasn't safe, but this might be the only chance she had to recover whatever was hidden in the mountains.

Gold & Glory: AU thread

"There isn't much I can do, not with the time we have," Emmaline admitted, casting a nervous look over her shoulder at the rapidly closing Sea Drake. All of the possibilities Markus suggested were possible in fact, but each one would take hours of preparation for a single shot.

"Do what you can," Markus declared dismissively, clearly focused on the coming battle. He seized the wheel and turned them toward the northwest, the sails snapping fully taught as they took the optimum breeze against the fabric. That seemed like a better tactic to Emmaline than going south as he had said he was going to but she didn't pretend to understand tactics. The Sea Drake turned to match their course, surging forward as its greater sail area took the wind and made better use of it than the Hammer.

"Hand's aloft, set the royals but don't tighten em, keep em loose topman!" Markus bawled.

"Run out starboard guns and snub them down!" Morgan shouted, "then stand by to port but don't run out." Half the crew, those already on watch scrambled up the rigging and began to deploy more sail, though as Markus instructed they remained curiously slack. The other half thundered below the decks, the grininding rumble of the guns running out followed a second or two later.

Markus kept a hand on the wheel watching over his shoulder as the Sea Drake closed. There was a puff of smoke a second before a boom. The tafrail ten feet from Emmaline exploded in a shower of splinters as Von Roberts' bow chasers found the range. Emmaline yelped and ducked down. A second shot whislted over head splashing down ahead of them with a spray of water.

"Any time now," Morgan said tightly.

"A moment longer..." Markus said. Another shot cracked through the air, missing them by feet. Emmaline thought she saw the slightest twitch in the mustache of foam being thrown up by the Sea Drake as she raced towards them. Apparently it was what Markus was waiting for, with a snarl he threw the wheel over. The Hammer slewed hard to port, wrong footing the Sea Drake which had already commited to turning toward the coast. Emmaline realised that Markus had fooled Von Roberts by making it look like he was trying to run back towards Araby where the Hammer could use her shallower draught to hide out close to the coast. Instead the sloop slewed towards the open sea. The set royals billowed out like laundry snapping like coach whips overhead. They had been set to give the appearance of flight, but not lashed down so they didn't hinder the ship as it crossed the eye of the wind. For a moment the ship hung losing speed as it crossed the eye of the wind, then the sails luffed and she was accelerating again.

"Run out!" Markus yelled and the port side battery, emerged from their gun ports. Emmaline took a glass and peered through the eye piece. Von Roberts' was already correcting his mistake, his own guns running out. Worse still there was a figure standing on the quaterdeck beside Von Roberts. He was clearly Araybian and, from the arcane markings on his robe and the aura of power around him, a wizard.

"Shizz," Emmaline moaned a second before the side of the Sea Drake erupted in a cloud of powder smoke.

This isn't working out

@Odin Hot take, the whole Tolkien vs is populated by boring people with interesting backstories.

This isn't working out: Part 2

For me any political autobiographical book. I dont care if its Obama's Dreams from the Witch House or whatever adjective noun from the senator from wherever. Anyone who reads that stuff is clearly an alien or a serial killer and probably both.

The gold standard of this is Bill O'Riley's Killing *Blank* books. Shudder.