Thank you for your insight into these events. One of the things I think is quite sad about our world is that regardless of intent, someone will always find a way to take advantage of an event or situation for their own ends. We all suffer in the end. I just learned there was a planned protest in San...

There is four feet between the counter and the wall, so a squeeze for two people and one laying on the floor, but manageable. The other entrance to behind the bar is a swinging half-door, at the far end of the counter (closer to the back door and stairs). Haven't read your post yet, Dragonsbreath, ...

Over here in the US, at least in my part, I seem to be getting a lot of what I would term 'incomplete' news reporting on the subject of the riots occurring in Great Britain. The suggestion is that this all is in anger over the killing of a 29 year old man by police, and originally started as a peace...

As the barmaid ducks below the counter, her hands quickly knocking over bottles and glass, Amalii plants her free hand on the counter and throws herself over the bar. Just as the maid shoots upright, thrusting something forward at the khainite, Amalii lands square against the girl's face. The maid'...

Drasnir holds his breath as he creeps within feet of the sleeping individuals. Any noise from the outside is distant now, the flowing witchfire and soft footsteps and slow breaths the only audible signs of life. As the shade makes his way past, he notes the figure sleeping under the closest set of ...

Masked Jackal wrote:As I learned when I started DM'ing, players will always find the way to take the most violent sociopathic route possible.

Haha, perhaps... I just can't guarantee your survival.

Cool finds!

Inn "I said, that was all I knew!" the barmaid screams. The corsairs sleeping on the table stir, some groan and lift there heads while another wets his mouth and peals his eyes open. Mynath and Amalii hear the stirring behind them, but the barmaid continues. "You come in here and dem...

Factory Drasnir vaults himself into through the shattered window easily, much of the glass already resting below the piles of dust inside. He scans the wide room slowly, the low light hampering his sight. The footprints are still there, and clearly from a child (or children), going upstairs, where ...

Inn The barmaid shrugs, pursing her lips and looking exceptionally annoyed. "What do you expect from me, darling? To remember every slave and corsair that falls into this place?" Amalli continues to stare. "Khaine's wrath, I don't know! He was wearing heavy clothing, like he had been...

Some Reaper Bolt Throwers aligned on the side would make it quite menacing, not to mention any runes you paint on there.

Inn Amalii and Mynath Amalii leans over the bar, her dagger twisting into the wood of the bar-top like a screw. The barmaid stops scrubbing her deep red stain and eyes the pair, as Mynath approaches from behind. The shade is pulling at her covers, exposing exotic tattoos to the young druchii. The m...

NOTE: I feel that having a set time to post can make the mission feel much more like a requirement rather than a game, and frankly if you aren't self motivated, you may be better at a different hobby. Alas, we did just go through nearly a full day without a post by anyway, and let us just play it a...

GM Note: From the initial dock fluff. "As the group settles, Mynath nudges Drasnir, a bit too close for the druchii's comfort, and flicks his head sideways; two yawning and heavy-eyed guards were taking their post against a series of crates and barrels, all piled in front of a collapsing build...

Factory The guards blink, looking to each other and back to Arkath. The yawning stopped abruptly, both guards steeling their faces and standing straight, swords drawn. The first guard, handbow dangling from his belt, stands and takes two steps forward, planting himself in front of Arkath. "Wha...

Haha! I don't have anything to add to the list, but can just imagine having to press 'CONQUER' every time I make a post. :-)

Amalii and Mynath watch the rest of the group leave before the khainite turns and walks towards the Bloody Siren, the shade following and taking care to look for signs of the other mercenaries… The pair opens the door of the inn with a heavy creak. As they step in, the smell of vomit hits the pair,...

The group stands in a circular form for some time deciding what to do, long enough for a few of the morning’s passersby to take note of the armed group. Most are gruff merchants, still yawning amongst the bits of sun stretching overhead. Any who turn a curious eye to the group, however, quietly tur...

Dragonsbreath wrote:OOC - Sorry, I wasn't really sure if the situation required another post from me. I made one to be safe, but would my assent have been assumed had I not done so?

Yes, you made it clear you wanted to go to the inn, regardless of who else went. Don't worry; it will be hard to overpost.