Raqueltrper

The Book of Bleeding Kansas

Cat began to think, He's not buying the sale. Her father had taught her that if someone wasn't buying a sale, try to reflect them. Be a walking mirror was his favorite phrase. She hid her realization of this, which made her heart rate elevate and her neck feel a chill. Her response was hesitant, until he offered her the cigarette, then her soft lips curled into a grin.

"Tell me, good sir," she began, "give me one good reason why you would want me to have one of your cigarettes?" She motioned down to the body with one hand, but kept them visible for him to see, as if trying to ensure trust. "After all, t'wasn't me that managed to take down a foe in one shot. But a lady knows not to take a gentleman's offer..." With that, she stepped in slow, methodical steps, towards him. Her hand stretched out, and a slender finger and thumb took the cigarette from him. It was like one giant test of trust, trying to show him that she really had no negative influences.

She took the cigarette and slipped it behind her ear. Her smile still kept on her lips. "The reason I'd offer you a ride is for the same reason you'd offer me a cigarette. We're just two poor souls lost in this here place that they call Kansas Territory. From what I hear, it's going through some growing pains, and that's all the more reason why we should be lookin' out for each other." She motioned to the dead body his boot had tapped not too long ago. "Besides, as I said not but a minute ago, you look like you may be needin' a ride, and that right soon. I reckon the friends of the loser of your quarrel will be wantin' to have some words with the one who did this, and they'll be less suspicious of someone ridin' with a young lady."

She shrugged then. "But, if you're a reckonin' you need no ride, I won't force you. Good day, sir." With that, she turned and walked away. As she did, her hips swayed a bit, causing her skirt to sashay this way and that, as if she were almost emphasizing the point.

Lamplight: A 'Monster of the Week' Campaign

I like this system, and the options interest me. I've tried doing some research on MotW, and assume the specifics - as you said in the OP - will be elaborated on further after interest is shown. I like how this is driven more by character and story than a dozen skill checks and dice rolls.

In terms of characters, I'm torn between the Mundane (which sounds like it can be humorous), the Monstrous (which seems like it could have some character development potential), and the Professional (which, I dunno, sounds like it could be cool).

Z's Intro

Welcome, and have fun!

Nimriel's Rambling Introduction

Always happy to see someone else into historical fiction.

Hi, I'm MrJack.... Hope to find something here.

Thank you for your service, and welcome aboard!

A Dastardly Introduction

I've had some awful play by forum experiences (not here, but elsewhere), so I definitely empathize with how it can drain your interest. I hope your experiences here go well.

Intro

Welcome, and enjoy your time here. 😄

The Beast (A Horror RPG by Grant Howitt and Chis Taylor)

I'll post this anyway! If anyone wants the NPC ally job I pick, I'll gladly switch it up.

Name: Zuzana Valkova

Skills: (Pick 4 skills from this list and then delete the rest.)
Charm
Craft
Heal
Investigate

Background: (Pick a background from this list.)
Mistrusted Town Witch

Ally: Fierce Midwife - They worked together often when it came to assisting with births. Zuzana herself is not so much a "witch" as one who is knowledgeable in what would today be known as "home remedies", which some mistaken for potion making and witchcraft.

Equipment:
* A dagger, kept to her side. (+2)
* A small herbal kit pack in a bag that hangs opposite the dagger. (+2)

The Book of Bleeding Kansas

As Cat drew closer, she began to slowly make out figures. There was a man looking down somewhere else. In her mind, Cat figured perhaps something had happened - a squabble, a fight, something perhaps innocent in nature. Or perhaps only as "innocent" as these things could get. Surely it was nothing to be afraid of. That changed as she drew closer and the man turned to see her. Her eyes widened a bit, and her run slowed. With his shout of "Hey!", she at last came to a full stop, about twenty feet away.

At his feet was a dead man. The sunlight above glistened against the deputy badge. The heart within her cage began to flutter faster as Cat felt survival instincts kicking in. This was because she recognized the face of the man standing there: William Davie, or The Traveler as some knew him. Having come through Kentucky and Missouri, she had seen a few wanted posters with his face on it. She had always wondered just how accurate those things were, and now, gazing at the face before her, they seemed to be far, far too accurate.

Still, she had learned a few skills, and that was how to get out of a prickly situation - whether it was an angry customer or a known criminal. She smiled wide, and tried to show a charming gleam in her eye. "Oh, I beg your pardon, good sir," she said, her voice having a twang to it. Her accent was a weird mixture of southern lilt and northern sophistication, owing to a mother from Georgia and a father from New York. "I seem to have interrupted your uh..." Her eyes glanced down to the body. "Discussion. I see things went your way." She held up her hands, showing slender fingers that did not carry a gun. However, she was still aware of the pepperbox under her skirt.

"If I'm intrudin', I again beg your pardon. A lady should know her manners! Might I interest you in a ride somewhere? You look like you may need to be uh... making distance from others who would be most disagreeable to you." She didn't entirely want the man to be riding with her, but she also tried to put on an air of friendliness, hoping that the man would understand she was not a threat to him.

The Beast (A Horror RPG by Grant Howitt and Chis Taylor)

This is an interesting concept and system. Question: do you need to have an ally? I just would hate to ninja a background that another player would want.