SimplyJohn

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Are the only options Jedi or Sith? Would you be willing to have a 'neutral' party like a Mandalorian in the mix as well? Or a droid?

What's your opinion of having a 'provocateur' in the mix, someone actively working against the others to undermine their efforts while at the same time trying to protect their own cover as a spy?

Code of the Burned [FULL]

And who's going to hold the camera for Condor and Birdseed while Kheshig completes the mission?

The Tavern

@OwynnBleuOshen You can always make posts by owl if you have one trained to deliver mail, although I can't comment on whether Geoff'll be serving it roasted as a special on the dinner menu or not. :D

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

This is meant as a launching pad for stories. If you'd like to start anything more in-depth feel free to make another thread which can be linked back here, popping back to the pub whenever your travels pass this way.

As far as steampunk, the rules for the thread are that anything goes, so feel free to have cybernetic super-soldiers from the future drop in if you'd like. :D

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

@HolyHell "Anything with Pixie Blood!"

While awaiting the strange small man's reply about the wine Geoff heard the call come from one of the side tables. Looking over he saw what at first looked like nothing more than a pile of rags and an old broom and was just about to shout over to Hilda to clean the mess up when he spotted the clawed hand pushing the gold coin across the weathered old table top. Long ago he'd made the decision to never turn away a paying customer who was still sober enough to possibly return to the bar again to become a paying customer again, so with a shrug Geoff waved his hand in the direction of the table, causing the coin to magically jump through the air and into his palm.

Slipping the gold into his pocket Geoff placed one of the smallest glasses in his stock onto the bar before reaching underneath to pull out a welder's mask and a set of tongs. Pixie blood was a tricky brew at the best of times and so with the mask in place Geoff carefully lifted the bottle with the tongs and allowed three drops to fall into the glass. As each one fell it caused a small mushroom cloud to form over the shot glass and what varnish there was on the wooden surface beneath began to slowly peel back away from it.

Stowing his tools back in their rightful place and not wanting to place his waitress in risk Geoff waved his hand to lift the glass magically into the air, carefully guiding it high over the heads of the other patrons before setting it down in from of the small cloaked creature with its broom.

@User "Ill take your oldest wine if you please"

With the order complete Geoff turned back to the small man with a smile, "Certainly. That'll be 2 gold for the 861 Dothrakian Bitterleaf. I understand it's one of the last three bottles in the country and a rather fine choice, if I may say Sir. If you take a seat I'll have the waitress bring a glass up from the cellar for you momentarily."

Clicking his fingers Geoff signalled to Hilda that there was work for her to do, and immediately rolled his eyes as her saw her pocketing the silver coin and note left by Mirai. Whatever those two were upto now couldn't be good, and Geoff only helped it wouldn't end too badly. Mirai was a good customer and Geoff made good money overcharging him almost every time the mage was in town, and Hilda was useful to have around too.

@User "So has the Iron League came by?"

Geoff carefully turned away as the stranger brought up the Iron League, he'd learnt long ago not to involve himself in politics, quests or any game which involved juggling live animals. Instead he reached for one of the many glasses piled up on the bar and began to wipe it 'clean' with the rag hanging from his belt.

Hopefully one of the other patrons would answer the stranger's question for him, that or the man would take a table and spend the night drinking until he'd asked everyone who came in the same question while his pockets slowly emptied into the till.

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

@HolyHell MurMur kinda reminds me of the Caged Demonwolf from the Empowered comic books, apart from the fact that the Demonwolf really is a powerful entity trapped in a weak body (or in his case a set of energy-draining alien bondage gear.)

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

Um, out of curiosity, what would be the equivalent of a power switch on her.

@TheUnknowable

I tried flicking the little button between her legs a few times, but all it did was make her purr. Then my hand got covered in some sort of lubricating gel which smelt of processed sea creatures. :S

As far as timings go, if no-one's posted for two days or more, feel free to just jump in and continue the story over them. Some players are going to be a little busy in the real world for a while and it's better to keep things moving along so that there's still an adventure running when they come back rather than letting it die while waiting too long.

In-game we can just say the unmentioned characters are following along with what everyone else is doing, that or they've volunteered to let Farvis test his latest crackpot theory scientific breakthrough on them. >D

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

As the burst of light exploded across the room Geoff felt the wave of magical energy wash over him causing his amulet to sparkle for a moment as it automatically nullified any effects the spell may have intended for him. Like a shot his arm reached out towards the fireplace, the knobbly old staff hanging above it leaping across the room and into his hand.

Pointing the lump of wood towards Mirai in a manner which was a fairy wing's breadth away from being threatening Geoff scowled at the regular unhappily, "Oi," He barked out loudly, "Watch the magic, these enchantments aren't cheap, y'know!"

A moment later the wizard was gone, leaving behind only a wisp of smoke. "Yeah, you'd better run," Geoff mumbled to himself.

@User "Umm excuse me sir? Umm, do you have a 1267 Falmer wine"

Carefully lowering the weathered tree branch Geoff turned his attention to the new customer, clearing his throat with a deep rumbling cough before smiling at the small man. "I'm sorry you had to see that Sir, now Falmer wine y'say?"

Reaching up Geoff scratched at his chin for a moment as he tried to remember what he had stocked in the cellar these days. "Don't get much call for it in these parts, and I know we don't have any of the 1267 in. As far as I recall there may be a couple of bottles of the '76 still downstairs, if that'll do you? We also have plenty of the '82, but we tend to use that to clean the privies, as I'm sure you'd understand."

1282 had been a particularly bad year for the Falmer wineries, an invasion by nerglings had left the grape harvest almost entirely destroyed and the Falmers had been forced to use the only crop they had plenty of in order to fill their quotas. Unfortunately it was almost universally agreed that nerglings wine was by far the worst tasting beverage ever concocted and now the only places bottles could be found were in the lairs of the most evil of evils, served to their 'guests' as the greatest of insults allowed within the rules of etiquette. And in troll bars, as their rocky nature made the highly acidic brew a delicacy.

Omnipocalypse [open]

*Harry looks at Has'la blankly*

Harry: "'B, A'? Don't you mean 'Circle, Square'?

"The worst one for me was a mission where I was asked to escort this absolutely gorgeous woman out to a random spot in the middle of the desert. All the way through the mission she was coming on to me, and I was sure I'd be in for one hell of a night, but as soon as we made it to the random location she vanished into thin air!"

Code of the Burned [FULL]

Do you ever get the feeling that other people are taking a roleplay far more seriously than you are?