Calenril
We now have five players who have entered their characters. Another has expressed interest, but I'll need a character, first.
--Gedanken starts here--
"Wanted: Six (6) student volunteers needed for beta testing of video games at ENCOM research lab. Basic COMBAT skills or TECHNO-MAGE talents a plus. Successful applicants will be paid fifty (50) dollars plus passes to dine at the cafeteria. Apply in person at ENCOM (see address below) or send email to hutcherl@mac.com," the sign said.Five people have decided to see what this offer is about. All are rather poorly-equipped beginning adventurers. Experienced people wouldn't get suckered into such a fool's errand. The coach only comes to this area once a month, so all five arrive on the same coach. The map leads the group along an overgrown trail another league from the coach stop through forest and gentle rolling hills until one begins to stand out above the trees and surrounding terrain.
It is not a hill, but a constructed mound. It is rectangular with steep sloping sides and a flat top rising about 50 meters above the forest. The surface of the mound is covered with tall grasses, some as high as two meters. The grasses make the hill a difficult climb, but the group makes it to top without major incident. Once on top of the mound, they discover paths and some steps that they could have used. It will be much easier going down. The paths all lead to a small mound in the center of the one they are walking on. This small mound is about the size of a hut. It is a dome of concrete with four glass walls and glass doors set in them. Runes in the shape of the letters ENCOM are painted on the glass and can be found elsewhere in bas-relief signs. The doors seem to have no handles, but the group finds that they can be made to slide open. It seems like this job is a bust, but it cost enough to get this far that the they decide to see if they can find anything of value.
Inside of the hut is a small room with its doors opened. Next to it is a set of stairs. Not trusting the small room, the group descends the stairs. The stairs spiral down to a dark open space which lights up as soon as the first person steps onto the floor. This room is a large lobby. Decay is evident, but not complete. A sign mentioning combat volunteers indicates a path to follow. A series of these signs leads the group to another small room such as they found in the concrete hut. When the group enters the small room, the doors close and it begins to fall. Attempts at pressing buttons and flipping switches are useless. After a few moments of terror, the room stops and the doors open into a corridor. Lights and signs lead to a chamber with many strange devices in it--glowing glass plates, lit buttons, humming things. There are some chairs with wheels on them scattered about. In the center of the room is a circular platform about three meters in radius with six glowing round plates set into its floor.
A figure suddenly appears. "Hi, glad you came. I'm Flynn." It is a human in close-fitting clothes--blue pants and a simple shirt. "Thanks for volunteering. The sooner you begin, the sooner you get paid, so let's go! To begin, I'll ask you some questions, then I need you to step up on that platform and stand on one of those discs. One disc per person, please." Flynn gets your names and some details about your background and skills, then waits for you to step up onto the discs.
What do you do? You may write any initial post for your character here that you want, as long as it doesn't involve breaking things or fighting with each other and it must end with your standing on a disc. You may have your characters introduce themselves to each other if you wish.
jaxdracon
Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2001 00:27:15 PDT
[[Paddy]] likes to say that he left the relatively safe and sheltered life of a sandalmaker for the grand life of an adventurer, but the fact is, Walmart opened up across the way and drove him out of business. After spending his last gold dragon at the tavern drinking his sorrows away, he stumbled (literally) into the employment ad.
In the coach on the way over, he introduces himself: "Top o' th'mornin to ye lassie/bloke! Me name is Paddy. Fine day for adventurin' eh? I'm glad ye be packin' 'cuz I left me pig sticker a'home!" He grins. Actually, he sold his "pig sticker" (a cobbler's awl) to a friend for the coach ride.
He is very pleased to find himself in the company of diehard adventure veterans, or so he presumes the others to be. In actuality, poor Paddy really has a bad case of the butterflies, which he hides with a limerick, later in front of the disks:
"The large hill we found with some ease;
The way underground was a breeze.
Now his name's Flynn,
He's glad we dropped in,
Just one disk per 'venturer please!"With that, he steps up on his disk with a wee smirk.
[[OOC]] A few clarifications of Paddy's stats:
* combat adds should be +2/+6
* languages: Common, Leprechaun, Dwarvish/Gnomish, Bovine (it was said that he could talk the leather off a cow)
* he has no money
serena_glave
Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2001 02:41:27 PDT
{{Serena --> Senera marched up the hill adjusting her helmet as she walked the slope. She was a warrior through and through. Call it a mercenary, call it fighter, whatever the name if they paid in coin Senera didn't ask questions. This particular mission was strange, but then so were many of her other missions. Approaching Flynn I did as I was told.
"Ok Flynn." I stepped onto one of the empty discs and drew my Great Shamsheer. I glanced with a sidewards glance at the Leprechaun.
"Hi little man, I'm Senera." I steeled myself for whatever was going to happen next.
>Five people have decided to see what this offer is about. All are rather poorly-equipped beginning adventurers.
Ha ha, the losers!
Iím never without my quip!
> calenril: Currently, the players are: talan_fire, gerbica, serena_glave, jaxdracon, and eickeric.
What? I said I was going to join AFTER they found some treasure!
>Eickeric's character is not yet available on the Gedanken site. He will be playing a generic character he calls Mike or Nitro
Nitro.
He got tired of people asking if he was `Theí Mike.
[[Paddy]] In the coach on the way over, he introduces himself: "Top o' th'mornin to ye lassie/bloke! Me name is Paddy. Fine day for adventurin' eh? I'm glad ye be packin' 'cuz I left me pig sticker a'home!" He grins. Actually, he sold his "pig sticker" (a cobbler's awl) to a friend for the coach ride.
ìUh, Iím MiÖ-Nitro. Iím just here. I have an extra club. Need to borrow one?î
>{{Serena -- This particular mission was strange, but then so were many of her other missions.
Iím glad someone knows what theyíre doing.
> A figure suddenly appears. "Thanks for volunteering. The sooner you begin, the sooner you get paid, so let's go! To begin, I'll ask you some questions, then I need you to step up on that platform and stand on one of those discs. One disc per person, please." Flynn gets your names and some details about your background and skills, then waits for you to step up onto the discs. What do you do?
I bludgeon Flynn to death, take his wallet, and go home.
>You may write any initial post for your character here that you want, as long as it doesn't involve breaking things or fighting with each other and it must end with your standing on a disc.
Scratch that last comment.
Nitro hefts his decent enough bludgeon, and steps onto one of the empty discs.
<<Ryone then strides up and stands on an empty disc. He remarks to Serena, ?Ever notice how all jobs end up making you feel like a lab rat??>>
{{Serena --> I raise one eyebrow at Ryone's question. "Yes I have. Our job is not to question why, our job is to do it and not die. Only five languages huh, sorry to hear that. Well you do seem quite gifted Ryone, but if you break into a dance number I'm going to have to slap you." I can't help but chuckle.
Waking with a start when the coach stops, it takes Ryone a moment to fix his bearings. He runs to catch up with the others.
After Paddyís limerick, Serenaís casual matter-of-fact-attitude, and Nitroís sullen glare, Ryone introduces himself, ìWell, I am Ryone Talwich. I speak Dragon, Elven, Feline, and Trollish. My hobbies are spell casting and making friends with dragons (few can eat their lunch after becoming friends with said lunch). I have studied enchantments for most of my life. I am well versed in the occult and mystic views of the Multiverse, including its more esoteric lore. I was trained by an old Illuminated Grand Enchanter, may he rest in peace. My fighting skills are unproven, but I am quick and light on my feet.î
Ryone then strides up and stands on an empty disc. He remarks to Serena, ìEver notice how all jobs end up making you feel like a lab rat?î
A cute little hobbit lass not even 2 and a half feet tall, with big blue eyes and waist length black hair and wearing a low cut green leather tunic and breeches makes her way up to the platform, almost having to climb up it as she makes her way to a free disk.
"Oh, there's not much to know about me," she says cheerfully. "My name's Wendy. Wendy Bumbletoe. Hi."
eickeric
Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 05:36:21 PDT
Subject: Gedanken: The Introductions
>After Paddyís limerick, Serenaís casual matter-of-fact-attitude, and Nitroís sullen glare,
Sullen glare?
How could you possibly say such a thing when he was nice enough to offer a weapon to the leprechaun?
>Ryone introduces himself, ìWell, I am Ryone Talwich. I speak Dragon, Elven, Feline, and Trollish.
ìI guess we canít talk to each other, for I only speak the common language of humanity. Want me to teach you?î
>My hobbies are Ö making friends with dragons (few can eat their lunch after becoming friends with said lunch).
ìHave you met any?î
>I have studied enchantments for most of my life. I am well versed in the occult and mystic views of the Multiverse, including its more esoteric lore. I was trained by an old Illuminated Grand Enchanter, may he rest in peace. My fighting skills are unproven, but I am quick and light on my feet.î
ìWhatever. You cast spells.î
>A cute little hobbit lass
All hobbits are inherently ugly. Itís a racial trait.
>with Ö waist length black hair
Making her hair about the same length as mine, I guess.
>"Oh, there's not much to know about me," she says cheerfully. "My name's Wendy. Wendy Bumbletoe. Hi."
ìWho said that?î
Looking aroundÖ
ìOh. Hi.î