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"...and that's how it was last time I had checked, but I have no idea how long I've been out of the loop, which is why I asked if you knew the date. There's been a lot of political maneuvering amongst the new and old guard, but no outright conflict yet for control of the company. That...

"You could say that. Thanks," Nurthk is grateful for the assistance, but a little embarrassed for seeking out help. * * * * * At the late drink Nurthk appear to be in the best mood he's been in for a while, likely brought on by being so close to...

Toki, or rather Van now, welcome back. :D Games come and go, and yours were good while they lasted, but everyone has their limits and I'm very much respectful of that. And by the by, and much respect for the Brigade Leader avatar. :cool:

"No 'mister', just Archer works fine. Never been one for any kind of title. I've been working for the company for the past seven years, and I was doing pretty well until this all happened," Archer shrugged, "But damn Cole, or Mr. Braddock if you'd prefer, you look like you just stepped out of...

"Thanks, it's a pleasure Cole. This is about as good as it gets I'm afraid. Timing of the injury meant that it's a keeper," Archer looked a little sheepish as he stepped into the elevator and hit the button for the parking level, "Best I can do is hide it and make like it's not as bad as it...

Archer nodded, "You may have a point there," and after fetching his coat and a couple of things from his room took the lead. "Oops, didn't see the second elevator. Guess we're fine from here. I'm Archer, by the way," he introduced himself, "LB's nicknames don't seem to be the most flattering...

Archer stood listening in front of the heavily locked door, unsure if he was going to need to rebandage his neck tonight since he wasn't going anywhere. Eventually he decided to, just to prevent staining his shirt. As he finished he heard the booming sound. He was put on edge, for a moment...

"Much appreciated, Oliver," the big half-orc looks unusually worried but a thorough checkup, regardless of results, seems to help him feel a little better, "Reminds me of that time a ghoul paralyzed me. I have some pretty bad luck with these things."

Ghouls? Spiders? There was a lot Archer didn't know. He poked his head out of the door to his room, curious as to where the Sheriff had gone if it wasn't the elevator. Afterwards he sat in his room and pondered his next move. Celeste sounded like she was in some deep sh:)t. Archer wanted to...

Graf, before the game starts gathering momentum, would you mind if I changed Archer's pistol specialty into something else? I've been thinking it over and I'm not sure, given the amount of training he's had, whether he'd have time and tutoring to specialize in one thing over everything else...

Only, I think the conversation between Nice and Oscar took place in house's basement, before any of the other PCs arrived, well, except Biggs who was the one witnessing it. I think it's at that point that Nice goes upstairs to find Beth, and then Diego.

Archer (if he has realised he can sharpen senses of his own volition) sharpens his hearing in order to continue listening in on the conversation. He stands out of the way in such as to appear to be patiently waiting for someone to give him directions or tell him to return to the room he was...

Archer dabbed at the corners of his mouth with a tissue. It came away red with blood, and he became slightly concerned that his teeth were probably now stained with his own vitae. "I feel quite fortunate. Thankyou," the Prince appeared to consider running his domain fairly one of his highest...

Honesty fought with a desire for self preservation. Despite all she'd put him through, for some reason unbeknownst to Archer, he still felt loyal to Celeste. It defied reason, something he could never tolerate, and yet he did now. Archer kept his mouth shut, resolute in finding a solution of...

Fixed.

Archer was unsure of what to say next. He had started with the truth but could he say anything to Celeste's benefit? How much did they actually know? The Prince came across as being quite a reasonable guy thus far, and something about him gave Archer the impression that honesty would work best...

Here's an email I've received from Graf that should be very relevant. Really, I don't mind the troubles my character has been through. He's ended up more or less exactly as I wanted him to be at game start, if not better due to the embitterment and contempt of things brought on by the...

Archer felt like sh:)t. Not physically, but mentally. He had no interest in trying to escape, but he noticed that the short woman had positioned herself well had he intended to try anything. Between the fuzzy memories recalled from Frank's discussion with Celeste over killing Archer and...

In the end the beating was more severe than Archer had anticipated, but that wasn't at the top of his immediate list of priorities. Gasoline only meant one thing. The thought of fire somehow perturbed him more than it used to, thus the prospect of being turned into a human-shaped torched was a...

Nurthk seeks out Fendric, looking more than a little under the weather. "Fendric, I think those things we fought did more than paralyze. Could you take a look at me, see what's wrong with me exactly?" he asked. Foritude 11, Will 12