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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Capellan" data-source="post: 1198937" data-attributes="member: 6294">Links to my story hours are all in my sig <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />Here are some details:Company of the Random EncounterThe (mis)adventures of a sprawling and disparate group of vaguely-good-but-definitely-greedy adventurers, as they set out to make a name for themselves, kill lots of monsters, and - most important of all - make a lot of money in the process.Captain Jarrek waits impatiently for the adventurers' attention. "Now that the Festival is over, we've had a chance to question him.  Seems someone hired him and his mates to steal the bodies.""Necromancer." Mantreus hazards."Evil Priest." Stormstrider counters."What did the guy look like?" Elspeth tries to keep things on track."He said he didn't see the man's face." Jarrek continues, "Always wore a hooded black robe, apparently.""No problem, then." Mantreus is sarcastic, "Can't help but find him with a detailed description like that."In Hextor's NameThe mission reports of Kull Redfist, Cleric of Hextor, as he brings the law of his church to the backward and disorganised village of Saltmarsh: for the villagers own good, of course.The pathetic, spineless attitude of the villagers could not be allowed to continue.  Faced with clear evidence that their homes are under risk of attack - an attack of which their so-called sheriff was unaware - their only response was to offer money for someone else to deal with the problem.  To rely on a handful of outsiders to protect their homes.  These were not people: they were sheep.I demanded to know what the Council proposed to do, to provide for the security of the town.  The mayor made some snivelling excuse about only having a handful of trained men.  As if this was not a problem of their own making!  The village has some hundred able-bodied adults, all of whom could - and should - have received a measure of training, long ago.  I informed the council that I would not even consider their offer until they met my conditions ...Q-Ship1950s radio serials meet 1980s BBC Sci-Fi.  It has dashing Space Captains, beautiful Venusian Princesses, absent-minded professors, and a cleanliness-obsessed robot.  Not to mention atomic ray-guns.  Q-Ship is even PirateCat approved - how cool is that?"This is my guardian, Doctor Gustav, and his assistant, Archie." S'Ondra introduces the pair, though Fury seems oblivious to anyone but her. "The Doctor invented the Q-Drive, as you know, and Archie is indispensable to his work.  As for myself, I am the official Venusian representative on the mission.  Tell me, what was your function, again?""Well, Princess, I'll be the pilot." Fury smiles, "I'll take you for a ride you'll never forget."S'Ondra ignores the double-entendre,"A pilot, you say?  I'd heard that these new Space Force ships are so nearly automated that they can be piloted by a trained monkey." Her tone suggests that she'd prefer the hypothetical simian be on the mission than Fury."I'm the best Space Force has to offer!""Really?  I had no idea things were that bad.  Budget cuts, again?"</blockquote>

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