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Man, I bet that guy feels like a loser! "Here I am, level 34, and what do I have to show for it? A dingy 2nd-level apartment! I'm such a worthless punk." He then procedes to steal a billion gold pieces of artifacts from the pharoh-god of the demiplane of traps, and then drinks himself into a...

If the DM asks you to clarify your actions specifically, that does tip off the player that there is something to be careful about. To avoid this, and to give rogues the benefit of their abilities, I simply ask the player to make a search check. If they make it, I tell them they spotted the trap...

Yeah... notice how her word bubbles are translucent? Its an internal monologue (dialogue?) with the manifestation of her self-loathing. Its all in her head. Insane characters are the most fun. -Ozmar the OotS Fan

Checking in... Apologies to everyone for my absenteeism. I really appreciate the messages of understanding and support I've received. Thanks! I'm slowly rolling pieces back together and will hopefully be able to pick back up on gaming. I am very sorry if I contributed to the loss of any games...

Duke shrugs. "Naw, I ain't got no problem with ya. I jus' never seen one in command before. I heard you was all corporate hunters for VoidCorp or something like that. Is it true you bats can see in the dark?" The human grins in an odd gesture - perhaps it means to be friendly? but it seems...

"Certainly, Commander Dane. Duke Lincoln is not floating outside in the lifeless void, he is presently in Main Engineering." Arrows light up in the corridor leading down to that room. As you arrive, there seems to be a loud conversation in progress, with several of the crew talking, or even...

Thanks for your patience, guys. I renew my oft-broken pledge to post regularly - I will continue to shoot for daily, but probably will make every-other day for a while whilst I continue to push the blocks of my life into a semblance of order. I had intended to drop you out of drivespace within...

Scene: The Engine Room As Friday, Dra'Ken and Lucas are standing around, thinking uncomfortbale thoughts in the silence, the door suddenly opens and in walks a large, athletic man with a short, military haircut and a vicious scar across his face. He's wearing a standard-issue jumpsuit with a...

Friday rolls her eyes. "Hmph! Well, I like her. And I thought she was the entertainment? This might not be such a boring trip after all."

"Oh, that would be grand!" The little girl jumps for joy and claps her hands. "Your music makes the darkness disappear! I am so glad you are aboard, Miss Lopez!"

Yay! I am back, finally! Been having a busy week, and whenever I had down time, the darn computer wouldn't work. So sorry, and enough about my troubles. Let me get back over to the game. Ozmar the Absent GM

Your quarters are indeed impressive: they appear to be an elegant series of rooms, filled with pillows, closets for clothes, and comfortable chairs and sofas. There is a small girl there, wearing a military jumpsuit, and curled up in a pile of cushions. As you speak, the girl sits up and...

Friday: "I dunno. Goodwill ambassador? (Obviously you're not suited for the job.)"

Caine laughs. It is a very friendly and inclusive sound. "Not at all, captain. We orlamists do not stand on ceremony. Nor do we expect others to share our faith. The Orlamu tradition is both faith and science. We seek to understand the nature of drivespace through scientific inquiry, and we...

Friday kicks Lucas in the shin. "Good job Tyler! You scared her off. You got something against people with wings?"

Friday brightens: "Isn't she? I've only been on her a few days, but I already feel at home. Trust me, Miss Lopez, this ship is solid. She'll take her anywhere in the 'verse and feel right at home all the way. Have you seen your quarters yet? I callibrated the holo-projectors, so if you ever find...

Friday stammers slightly, in a strange, human manner, "Oh, t-thanks. I guess you pick things up here and there. I've been around the 'verse a few times. You know." She shrugs, perhaps a human gesture? Or is she trying to mimic seshayan mannerisms again?

"No. This will be fine." She sits and places her hand on the console, and tiny filaments snake out of her fingers into the dataport. As they do, her eyes fade and assume a distant, unseeing appearance.

*boggle* *Malexander does a back flip in delight. Then he falls on his face. Then he gets up.* "Woot! Let's buy some supplies! Don't be stingy with Granny Goodmoon's Gold! I talked the ol' bag" (*jerks his thumb at the shop keeper*) "into giving us a deal, so let's make the most of it, buy...

Yo! I'm back. Again, I apologize for my absenteeism. New job, etc... I will continue to try to make at least one post a night, and beg patience in the meantime. Later! Ozmar the Busy GM