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The door to the room burst open as a lean man in an officers uniform barges in. "Sorry
I'm late, had to deal with some... problems... down the hall. Before we
get started, my name is lieutenant colonel Markus. you will adress me
as Lietenant colonel or as sir, understand? good. first things first,
names and ranks if you have em, starting with you." he points to Rossarrell by the water.
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Rickol shrugs, "So much for catch..." When the lietenant colonel enters the room, Rickol is looking at him oddly. <He comes in late, we have no clue who he is, why he's here, and why he's here, and he's making demands of us already?>
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Rossarrell
turns and draws herself up to her full meager height, tilting her head
back in an attempt to look down her nose at the colonel. She adopts a
severe, frosty tone.
"You, sir, are late. Do you know who I am? No? Well,
we'll let it slide, this time. I am Rossarrell Brondarelli, Queen of
the Little People. You will address me as 'Your Majesty,' 'Your
Highness,' or 'My Queen.'" She nods at her brother. "That's Rickol. He's a little crazy, so I'd watch my step around him if I were you." She gestures around at the waiting people. "The
rest of these folks are my entourage. There's Orb, my Bard, Jaceth, my
Entomologist and Animal Trainer, Jacen, Keeper of the Hounds (and
Wolves), and Barak, my, uh, courtier. Oh, and Grim the Jester." She projects in a loud stage whisper, "He's grumpy." Next, she points over to Illyes. "I don't know who that guy is; looks like one of yours.
Well, now that the introductions are over, let's get on with it. I love
a good titilation as much as the next girl, but the fate of the
kingdom's at stake and all, so let's see a little military efficiency,
eh?"
Tommy stands up to full height. "Contrary
to the little miss's opinion, name's Tommy T. Telleresse, Prize-fighter
of the Hallistin Arena, and Winner of the T'kelnec in last years
wrestling competition. Known more commonly as Grim, the reaper of the
ring. I do agree on one point you are late so let us get to business,"
Tommy smiles at the audacity of the little one, but only for so long as
to give his own name. He sits down and nods to "his queen".
"You're too kind, sister." Rickol continues is odd gaze, fixed on Markus. "You see, she sometimes avoids telling people we're related, if she can get away with it." He bounds to a chair, and swings himself up, keeping balance on the top, then jumping off again. "I might not be as crazy as Jester Grim, though. 'Tommy', hah!"
He offers up a hand. "In any case, pleased to meet you, Markus. Could you explain why we should know who you are and what we're doing here?"
The officer' eyebrows continue to rise as Rossarrell goes on with her little act."Hrm... I was unaware that the thief's guild employed roalty in their ranks. Here Rickol, pass these out please" He hands Rickol a set of Envelops, each with a specific persons name on it. "Oh
yes, congragulations to you all on your enlistment. and congragulations
on your rank, sargents. And no captin, that does not make you squad
leader for this little band of misfits." He says with a pointed look at Illyes.
"Now, lets get to buisness. Withing your specific
envelop you will find your rank insignia, and other military crap your
are probaly never going to need. do not lose your rank isignia as they
have been magicaly encoded to identify you.what you are here for is
cover operations within enemy territories. any of you have a problem
with that?"
"Hmph." Rickol folds his arms. "We're not thieves!" Rickol seems a bit hurt at the implication, but not overly so.
When the lietenant colonel hands him to envelopes, he takes them readily. "Pass them out, gotcha." He places them on a chair, opening one own to look inside. "Oh, neat trinkets." He looks up, "Who
wants theirs first? Looks like I've gotten my cooties on Grim's
already. Do you want a halfling-infested military insignia or can I
keep it?"
He smiles and looks at Markus. "I think this assignment is going to be great fun."
Rossarrell nods back to Grim with a smile and says to anyone nearby, "You hear that? I'm 'little miss'!"
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"We're not thieves!"
"Yeah!"
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what you are here for is cover operations within enemy territories.
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Rossarrell's impatience and curiosity are warring with her desire to make mischief and remain the center of attention.
"What, exactly, will we be covering?" Rossarrell asks too sweetly.
When Rickol starts handing out the envelopes, Rossarrell will call to
him, raising her hand and indicating that her brother should throw one
to her. "Oo, I'll take a halfling-infested military insignia!"
Rickol
purses his lips as he sifts through the stack to pull out Rossarrell's
envelope, and he opens it to make sure she didn't get anything
obviously extra from what he's getting. "Do you want me to handle your paperwork, your Majesty?"
He gives a wink, closes the envelope, and tosses it to Rossarrell's
hand, above her head, then opens his own envelope to check its contents.
Jacen takes his envelope from the halflings and smiles at Rossarrell antics. "As my'lady mentioned, sir, I'm Jacen and appearently this group's healer."
Tommy
takes his envelope from the halfling, and takes his insignia out of the
envelope. He stuffs the insignia inside of his tight fitting clothes. "Thanks," Tommy says gruffly.
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Rossarrell
wanders over to her brother as she opens her envelope and examines the
contents. Her ears perk up at the mention that Jacen is a healer, but
she stays focused on the task at hand.
"I wonder if I qualify as Royalty?" Jaceth comments curiously as he takes the envelope from Rossarrell. "The
Moralis Clan can trace it's ancestry back about 900 years or so and
we've certainly gotten some aristocrats in the mix. What's the
criterion in this country? I haven't bothered to look up the politics
at that level much."
"Wouldnt
going in undercover with a military rank insignia be a dead give away
if they find it, Sir?" Illyes askes, taking the envelope and opening it.
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"I
don't know 'bout you but I don't plan on showing mine off to every Tom,
Dick, and Harry that asks me for it. Now if you want to wear your
commanders rank go right ahead. Just know I will keep my distance from
you when we are in enemy lands." Tommy starts to chuckle at the thought of the commander wearing his ensignia as a pride badge. "Assassins usually go for the highest ranking officer, they think it will cause chaos amonst the troops. Then don't get caught, one, and lose your badge, two, and finally, keep it hidden like the rest of us."
Tommy says with a grim smile. Tommy reworks where his badge is he puts
it under his belt, under his clothes, under his bandolier, and finally
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Barak takes his envelope, drawing the insignia he eyes it closely before tucking it away. He nods at the officer, "Barak is my name, heavy support is what they generally lend me to."
Orb chuckles at the halfling's display to the Officer, but keeps it to herself.
"I'm Orb Kaftan, and I volunteered to help inspire the troops, but... this isn't quite what I had in mind, um, sir."
She says, with a questioning look on her face. She is clearly biting
her lip as she looks at the officer for an answer, only occasionaly
glancing down at the contents of her envelope.
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"Oh
come on you dont really think we can just keep it on us all the time?
What if they just randomly pull us out for a search or arrest us on a
tip....if they went to so much trouble to make this unique to each of
us they should be able to make it magically concealable and as
something less inconspicious...."
"I
think that if we aren't talking about thin's we aren't suppose to, we
won't be randomly searched. I am just saying that if we are acting like
we don't belong then we deserve what we get. I don't plan on letting
anyone short of a full army take it off of me underneath all my
clothes! So just get over it and lets get to what we are doin' here
that we need these snazzy things." Tommy seems to anger over the fact that someone would argue with wearing i.d. specially one who wears it all the time.
Jaceth turns his badge over a moment, studying it.
"Perhaps before we complain about the badges
we should ask about their properties. What exactly does the magic on
this badge do and why is a magic badge a better idea than simply the
signet rings we usually use anyway?"
Rickol gives anyone their envelope when they come for it, then looks at his badge. "Interesting...
hey, if anyone wants to pull me aside to investigate me for whatever
reason, I don't mind taking them into the alley... I think we can take
care of ourselves anyway."
Markus lets the sudden arguments and protests go on for a minuet."Are
we done? if you will all allow your Bages to bond with you it will look
a holy symbol or a guild isignia. dont ask me how that works, i dont
know. also the reason we use this instead of signet rings is that
signet rings can be copyed and stolen, these are a bit more...
volitile, when stolen. and finaly they will allow us to find you and
issue you orders at extream distances. and no they should not be able
to decect what this items cna do if scaned, as they do have a utility
purpose. in times of need they can be used as lightstones. a mage
should be by later to help you set up the trigger for that. Now if you
will pull the papers out of your envelopes, it details your first
mission. but before we get to that, does anybody have any other
questions about their bages?"
The argument actually reaching his ears, Barak remains even more quiet then speaks out, "I'm
sure they've heard all of the complaints you've all voiced and taken
them into consideration. And as... ummm... what was your name again?" He looks at the officer, "whatever,
as he says, they conceal themselves, so no worries. The more important
thing is what exactly will we be doing behind the lines."
"Volatile, you say?" Rickol considers the fun this could mean, then snaps out of it. "What?
Questions? I don't have any questions about the badges. Nosirree.
Rossarrell? No? I think we should move on to the mission."
"Bond
as in attune itself to your unique life force. or at least thats what
the mages tell us. As for your mission, the first assignment you have
been slated for is a rescue operation. A political rescue." A look of distaste passes over Markus face. "Reguardless,
the commanders think it will be a huge moral boost. The objective is a
war-duke of mezgar who was overrun in the opening days of the war. they
have been holding the keep for almost a month now, using it as a base
of operations. we recieved a bit of information that they are planing
on having a musical troop of some sort to entertain the troops. we
managed to waylay them and are sending you in their stead. i'll leave
it to you to organize your roles for this task. Orb, you will be in
charge, as this is your area of experties, correct?"
Rickol raises an eyebrow, "Oh, we have to keep someone alive?
Interesting twist. Will it matter that I'm not good at singing? I could
do tricks, though... I have a pretty good sense of balance."
Tommy just puts his head in his hand and shakes his head back and forth slowly.
(thought) Why couldn't it have been to kill a flock of baddies, no it has to
be musical. I have no musical talent what so ever this is going to be a
great mission. I can't even fake that.
"Interesting.
Well I'm all for helping people. I suspect only Orb in our group can
carry a tune in a bucket but we've all probably got useful tricks. I
could do trick riding, Tommy can train Jinx dance, and we'll dress Grim
as a mime."
"Traveling performers! Oh, that could be fun!"
Rossarrell drops the badge into her belt pouch and pulls a little pipe
from her pack. She blows the first few notes of a cheerful melody. "I always wanted to be in the circus." She smiles. "Oh, and we'll have to have costumes, too! Brother, dearest, you think we could dust off our sibling acrobat routine?"
"No!" Rickol jumps behind the chair. "I don't need it! Orb, tell her I don't need makeup!" He looks around worriedly. "That acrobat thing was just good for quick money!"
"Oh, no, I'm sure Orb would love to see how cute and athletic you are, wouldn't you, Orb?" Rossarrell's hand dips into her belt pouch and comes up with a small round metal cannister. "And, oh, what's this? Why, I just happen to have some face paint in my pouch here." She advances on Rickol, crouched low, one hand out to the side and the other holding the cannister. "You know, it's been an awfully long time since we last performed. I think we may need to rehearse!" On the last word, she lunges toward her brother, trying to get around the chair.
"Ah--" Rickol darts away, "You can't catch me!" He runs away from his sister--right towards Grim. "Whoa--" He sidesteps Grim, and goes to the other side of his chair.
"Orb, you will be in charge, as this is your area of experties, correct?"
Orb seems a bit miffed that her worries were not addressed, and begins
to stare angerly at the commanding officer till he mentions the
mission. He face flushes for a momenr, perhaps as she relaxes a bit,
and she composes herself. "I suppose so, but I've never lead a military group before."
She chuckles at the halflings before she reaches out and pinches Rickol's cheek before he darts away. "You would look cute in makeup."
At
first, thinking he misheard something, Barak ignores it until the
halflings start yelling and jumping around with the mention of an
acrobat routine. Musical troupe? Interesting. "I don't know exactly what skills I would have that would fit into such a performing troupe."
"Don't think I will save you..." Tommy says to Rickol.
"Well Orb, how we gonna do dis ting? I can do
some acrobatics and great escapes, but as far as music goes my fingers
are too damaged to play an instrument very well." as Tommy takes his eyes off of the halfling bother and focuses on the commanding officer.
Markus chuckles a bit at the antics of the halflings. "As you can see orb, only one person here is true military." He gives a nod to Illyes. "Also
remember not all of you will be needed as preformers. Given the current
state of affairs it is not uncommon to see group or high ranking
persons travling with bodyguards. If there are no other questions i
will leave you all to discuss your plans. If you need me, there is a
page in the hall who will be able to contact me. You will also be
leaving in the morning so i suggest you get plenty of rest."