SimplyJohn

Code of the Burned [FULL]

only for the 'Behind Closed Doors' team, but if you and Jack wanna put on a show for us feel free to express yourselves any way you'd like. >D

@Genni

@Dragonite777 Any chance of getting Patch transferred over to the other squad? And getting some popcorn?

The Tavern

@OwynnBleuOshen Feel free to drop over to the Drum whenever you're ready. :)

Code of the Burned [FULL]

Wait a minute... did someone say 'lesbian sex show'?

Code of the Burned [FULL]

With his body nice and clean after the quick shower and his mind fizzing from the chemical stimulants Patch quickly dressed himself and pulled together his med-pack. The shoulder-slung bag hugged against his back neatly, keeping it out of the way whenever he needed to move fast, either to get into trouble or out of it, and it was easily hidden away under his jacket when moving through a crowd.

Checking the contents Patch swore to himself, some of the supplies were missing again, including pain killers. One of his colleagues had obviously been self-medicating again, that or performing their own first aid, and he could guess who it had been. Grumbling to himself about goddamn Americans Patch moved over to the locked chiller cabinet in the corner of the room and swiped his finger over the keypad, tapping the code in with a speed gained from repeating the action dozens of times before. Reaching inside he quickly grabbed the supplies he needed and stuffed them into the pack before resealing the chiller and giving himself a quick look in the mirror.

Please with what he saw, a laid-back cool customer who'd be able to wander the streets without drawing anyone's attention, Patch shot himself a Fonz before grabbing his pistol, tucking it into the back of his pants and stepping out into the hall, making his way downstairs. As he stepped into the living room he could hear the rest of his team grumbling about him and so headed straight passed them for the garage door.

"Hey you two, what you waiting for? Are we doing this, or are we doing this?"

Operation Shadow Sabre

@Light Training new employees, ehh? Just out of curiosity, where did you bury the bodies? :P

I always ending up having to train people at work...it's annoying cause 9 times out of 10 they are retarded mouth breathing neck beards.

@GhostReaper

Speaking as a neck beard myself I'll have you know I take great offense at that. Completely agree with the retarded mouth-breathing part of the comment though. :)

It's nice the way that when I apply for a job with a sheet full of experience and qualifications I get told I'm overqualified and likely not to remain with the company for long (even when I assure them I'll looking for a life-long career with internal promotion) and they then turn around and give the position to someone who has difficulty figuring out which way up to hold a pen to get it to write.

"Okay, second attempt now... No, it's not sideways either..." :|

Lone Star (Sci-Fi/Space Exploration/Criminal) - Party Full

Same here. At this point I think Mez has gone into catatonic shock after seeing Marga get injured, and both Hundred and Sevyn have realised their operating systems run on Windows Vista 9.3² and have been forced into a software update cycle. There was some information provided by Simon's scan of the control room which might be worth checking out in the meantime.

@TheUnknowable Could you send Farvis to check if Mez still has a heartbeat or not? @Bonjour xx And could Marga use her technical skills to check to see if the cyborgs have anything worth salvaging... err, I meant to see if they have anything wrong with them? :P

The Broken Drum - Casual drop-in chat for out-of-work adventurers

Name: Hilda Freeborn

Race: Half-Halfling (Quarterling)

Class: Barmaid (cross-classed in Assassin, for dealing with any wandering hands)

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Biography: Not much is known about Hilda's past, other than the fact that at the age of three she was left on the doorstep of the Broken Drum along with an indecipherable note written in an ancient mystical language.¹ Since then Geoff has cared for the girl as if she were his own daughter,² training her in the ancient ways of the Pub Landlord and teaching her to read by using the wine list and issues of Barman Monthly sent from the brewery.

Growing to be a pretty young woman³ Hilda has caught the eye of many a visitor to the Broken Drum, although most suitors have quickly decided to allow her to remain chaste after receiving a final warning about trying anything with her from Geoff.⁴ Becoming restless with life in the tavern, Hilda's reaching the point in her life where she's in search of a good husband,⁵ who'll be able to make her every dream come true.⁶

Favourite Drink: Whatever happens to be the most expensive thing on the menu at the moment. In fact, she'll just take the cash for now and buy the drink herself later when she has a free minute. While you're at it, the rest of the cash you have on you would be nice too.

_{1 - Geoff later managed to decode the note after realising it had been written in Drunkard. It read 'Be right back, nipping to the dragon's den to pick up some elfroot.'
2 - Actually, he's cared for her a hell of a sight better than that, considering he's never even seen most of his daughters and only occasionally remembers they exist at all.
3 - If a rather short one, given that she stands at 4' 9" in high heels.
4 - Only one warning is ever given, but Geoff tends to give it in such a way that it's clearly meant to be a final one, one way or another.
5 - Or a good wife, she's not too picky
6 - Basically showering her with riches and giving her a giant castle to live in before either dying or pissing off to fight some war on the other side of the planet so she doesn't have to listen to them complaining about how many shoes she's bought this month.}

The Broken Drum - Casual drop-in chat for out-of-work adventurers

Name: Georafolexian the Gargantuan, Warmaster of the Seven Plains, Slayer of Dragons, Drinker of Kings' Blood, Unholiest of Unholies, 'Geoff' to his friends.

Race: Daemon-spawned Half-Troll

Class: Barman (formerly War Necromancer, now retired)

Alignment: Lawful Good (formerly Chaotic Evil, but now reformed)

Biography: Georafolexian the Gargantuan first came to be after his former master, the archmagus Phil the Pointless, summoned him into being by performing a dark rite involving 300 virgin brides kidnapped on their wedding nights, 200 freshly spawned orcs blessed with prestigious 'equipment' and 99 soul-broken paladins driven mad with carnal desires.¹

The beast he was led a bloody campaign of terror across twelve kingdoms, slaughtering kings and raping their wives and daughters, in the process giving birth to the Three Unholy Abominations.²

When Phil decided to storm the gates of Hell to seize control of the damned souls within in order to raze the world with his unholy might Georafolexian finally realised the man he'd come to know as his father might not be entirely sane,³ and after a brief chat over the body of a freshly slaughtered undead dragon the two came to the mutual understanding that Georafolexian would no longer be joining his dad's mad schemes for power. Taking half the treasures the armies had seized⁴ Geoff bought the small tavern which became the Broken Drum and hung his Warstaff of Unknowing up over the mantle for good. Apart for the one time he caught a man with his hands in Hilda's drawers.⁵

Favourite Drink: It's a toss-up between the blood of a recently married virgin or peach schnapps, although given the rarity of procuring such a beverage Geoff often has to make do with the blood.

_{1 - And a bard named Ernie who happened to wander in at the wrong time, looking to directions to the nearest potion shop.
2 - Also known as Pete, Dave and Cyril. Pete is now a farmer in the Low Plains, producing some of the best turnips in the lands; Dave is a builder of some renown, specialising in decorative windmills, and Cyril became an errant accountant, travelling the lands, righting wrongs wherever he finds an improperly filed tax return
3 - The fact Phil had started to take strategic advice from his collection of talking potatoes may have been a bit of a clue as well.
4 - Most of which ended up being used to pay off the overdue child support payments Geoff owed for all his bastards.
5 - After the man broke into the barmaid's quarters while she was working, trying to find out where she hid all the money she gets in tips.}

The Broken Drum - Casual drop-in chat for out-of-work adventurers

@Marcus XVI Yeap. Feel free to wander in and out at your leisure, just as long as you're not stepping on anyone's toes when you do. (Unless that's what you intended to do, in which case make sure to be wearing heavy hobnailed boots with spiky soles. >D)

The Broken Drum - Casual drop-in chat for out-of-work adventurers

@MonstrousMan " Usual Geoff my friend "

Shaken out of his reverie by the arrival of the regular Geoff smiled over at Mirai and reached under the bar for some of his special stock while plucking the floating coin out of the air with his other hand. Pouring a tall glass of something which seemed to glow with an inner blue light of its own in the dim light, the barman gestured over to the quarterling and carefully placed the drink on a tray for her before finishing it off with a small pink umbrella.

"Be careful to keep away from the fire with this one," He instructed the wench as she picked up the order with her usual brazen grace, "We don't want to have to rebuild the fireplace for a third time this year, do we?"

Hilda simply smiled at her boss with a mocking curtsy before weaving her way off towards Mirai's table and presenting his with the concoction, along with a far sweeter smile as her eyes rested on the second coin for a moment. Over at the bar Geoff rolled his eyes at Hilda's obvious sultry playacting, he knew to keep an eye on the girl to make sure she didn't try slipping out to the stables to earn herself a little extra coin on the side. His last barmaid had thought that a good idea too, before ending up with a orc-spawn halfbreed in her belly.

@Balthazar007

Turning to his next customer Geoff quickly reached for a skewer and a plate, hooking one of the roasting birds down from over the firepit behind the bar and letting it fall onto the wooden serving platter. Dropping the plate in front of the young bard Geoff waited for payment, both for the chicken and for the ale, his own ale which the young rapscallion had helped himself to as it had rested on the bartop. The boy had already whipped his instrument back out, plucking at the strings and filling the air with noise which Geoff had been assured by others passed for music to the younger generations.

"That'll be four silver, young man." The gruff half-troll barked, "Unless you're thinking of putting on a performance for the night in which case I could start a slate for you?"