Troubled Past PBEM 82 - The Python Egg

[Fabian Benavente]

Alright, here we go with another situation.

Let's roleplay this out and I have more info coming.

Questions, comments, and/or suggestions?

L8r,

Fabian
Troubled Past - An Eberron PBEM
http://www.geocities.com/cfbenave/Eberron/Eberron-Page2.htm

[kirs...@yahoo.com]

NRPG: Assuming the skull still speaks Goblin...

REF: From what clan do you hail, hobgoblin?"

In the two seconds that it took Mel to realize what was happening, the
raven skull continued, "You are trespassing here. This is a dangerous
place. Leave with your life now."

RPG: Recovering from his surprise, Mel gave the skull a grin of
childish pleasure, the expression made feral by his hobgoblin guise.
The changeling searched his memory for a name of a Draguun Clan and
came up with only one sure bet in the hurry. The one in charge.

"Ghaal'dar!" Mel growled in the Goblin language, approaching the
staff. An eager gleam came to his eyes. "Tkan Kchar of the
Ghaal'dar, a novice student of the Ancient Arts. We are here to pay
homage at the grave of the Hooded Wanderer and pray for assistance to
fight a foe of dark dreams that assails a Lord I and the lesser beings
with mere have pledged our swords to. But what manner of being are you?
No mere messenger spell, this."

TAG: If the skull wants to answer...

REF: A moment later and with everyone's attention focused on the
magical wand, the skull spoke again, "Before you leave, you must
return the raven skull rod to Kuhorto.

RPG: "Who is this Kuhorto you speak of, voice of the skull? Where are
we to find him?" Mel asked, his eyes darting around the clearing and
failed to spot anything he hadn't already examined at length, then
whirled around when his ears picked up the snapping of branches
approaching fast. Sound of something large and heavy forcing its way
through the obstacles.

REF: From behind the thick vegetation stepped forth the largest bugbear
that any of them had ever seen.

RPG: Mel swallowed a startled yelp that threatened to escape, turning
the exclamation into a strangled grunt of surprise. "Honored
warrior!" Mel shouted, still in the Goblin language. "You seek the
sacred tomb? Are you on a pilgrimage like us? If so, greetings! Come
and break bread with us on this most auspicious day!"

TAG: Everyone interested...

NRPG: Bluffing for time if nothing else... hopefully the bugbear wants
to talk. Anyway, Bluff rating is +13.

-Jussi / Mel

[Angie Gignac]

[Mel old]

"Ghaal'dar!" Mel growled in the Goblin language, approaching the
staff. An eager gleam came to his eyes. "Tkan Kchar of the
Ghaal'dar, a novice student of the Ancient Arts. We are here to pay
homage at the grave of the Hooded Wanderer and pray for assistance to
fight a foe of dark dreams that assails a Lord I and the lesser beings
with mere have pledged our swords to. But what manner of being are you?
No mere messenger spell, this."

[Bryn new]

Bryn had watched the Big Folk consume and destroy the python eggs with a mixture of amazement and horrified amusement. She didn't like to see the undeveloped eggs be wasted like this, but if it helped them find the tomb, and Bori's murderer, then she was willing to try. Her main concern was keeping the baby snakes and ready-to-hatch eggs away from the Big Folk's clumsy experiments.

That task, however, was forgotten when the skull started to speak again. It was so unexpected that she jumped, awaking the injured baby, which had wrapped itself around her wrist and fallen asleep. Ignoring the snake, the druid watched Flask excitedly question the skull, and wondered what it was saying.

 

[Mel old]

RPG: Mel swallowed a startled yelp that threatened to escape, turning
the exclamation into a strangled grunt of surprise. "Honored
warrior!" Mel shouted, still in the Goblin language. "You seek the
sacred tomb? Are you on a pilgrimage like us? If so, greetings! Come
and break bread with us on this most auspicious day!"

 
[Bryn new]

The druid gaped at the enormous creature; it was so large that she could barely comprehend it. Towering even above Ember, it was nearly three times her size, and she had to crane her neck to see the top of it. She had no idea what it was, but one thing was certain--it was dangerous.

It barely took a second for her to load a stone into Leif's enchanted sling and set it spinning. However, before she could let fly, Flask began speaking to the monster. Utterly confounded, she spoke a brief command to her animals. Coyote and clawfoot, both set to attack, paused. Turning her head just enough to catch Belkar's eye, she asked, "What do we do?"

[tag Belkar]

[Fabian Benavente]

All,

I'm going away this Thursday and not coming back until Sunday so don't expect much from me
until then.

I'll try to move the game forward some tonight but I'm not sure 'cause I'm going to my
dad's for dinner.

[Gary Burns]

I can't write it up at the moment, but Belkar will motion for the others to wait and caution them to be prepared, to see what results Mel has.

[King, John]

i'm workin on someting now, just got started, will be out soon

________________________________

[King, John]

[Bryn]

Bryn had watched the Big Folk consume and destroy the python eggs with a mixture of amazement and horrified amusement. She didn't like to see the undeveloped eggs be wasted like this, but if it helped them find the tomb, and Bori's murderer, then she was willing to try. Her main concern was keeping the baby snakes and ready-to-hatch eggs away from the Big Folk's clumsy experiments.

That task, however, was forgotten when the skull started to speak again. It was so unexpected that she jumped, awaking the injured baby, which had wrapped itself around her wrist and fallen asleep. Ignoring the snake, the druid watched Flask excitedly question the skull, and wondered what it was saying.

[Ember-new]

From beyond one of the pair of outer columns, Ember poked out its head to take a look at the speaking wand. The warforged had had little opportunity to spend any time with the device up until this point, and it seemed to be a glaring failed opportunity on Ember's part in that regard. Surely, if Johan had been here, he'd have wanted to take it apart and reassemble it several times over just to figure out how it all worked. No, instead of pursuing its artificer "hobby," the warforged had been relinquished once again to the role of bay-bee-sittah, but this time for their new charge Daram.

And then this obelisk with its vague blankness. The whole concept of riddles and ambiguity frustrated the living construct to no end. Trained to follow orders, focusing on efficient and clear communication, Ember found itself mired in a veritable vocabulary quandary. There were literally thousands, if not millions, of possibilities for what those words could be. And beyond the words that Ember could think of, there could be any number more words in this runic language that didn't even have direct translation into Common.

Perhaps word is "slew?" the warforged had mused. No, wrong tense, must be- But then the wand had spoken again, and snapped the warforged out of its deep thought. Peering around the edge of the outer column, it focused its eye apertures upon the raven skull. "Trouble?"

[tag]

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[gm]

Kuhorto? The unspoken question was quickly answered by rustling coming from outside the clearing. Daram gulped, dropped his dagger, and backpedaled towards the obelisk. From behind the thick vegetation stepped forth the largest bugbear that any of them had ever seen. The beast was close to eight feet tall and built like a tree trunk. Carrying a large two-handed sword strapped to its back and a composite bow on its shoulder, the bugbear brought forth both of its massive hands, the palms upturned as if expecting something. What was most striking were the bugbear's eyes. Those eyes were the eyes of someone in pain, bloodshot and feral, the eyes of someone who would split you in half if you so much as crossed a word with it.

[Ember-new]

Without hesitation, Ember moved forward to intercept the towering creature in giant thunderous strides. Somehow, in a blink of an eye, the construct's maul had found its way from the slung position across the warforged's massive back to the ready position in its grip. Ember's right arm too was living as the warforged drew a bead on the approaching creature with its flame manipulator.

Belkar caught the movement my both of the massive creatures. It was hard to tell, but the hobgoblin appeared to be approaching in a relatively passive manner. Ember either could not read the hobgoblin, or chose not to, but definitely had identified the creature as a threat, subject to immediate elimination. Belkar had to stop the construct quickly, both to hopefully enter into talks with the creature, and secondly to save Ember from a fight it might not walk away from. Ember was big, but this thing was unquestionably bigger.

"Ember!" Belkar called curtly.

The warforged halted in its tracks and looked at its captain. From the tone in Commander Greygoods' voice, Ember knew that Belkar had something else in mind. The captain motioned silently for Ember to lower its arm and back off, giving the bugbear wide birth. The warforged dutifully complied and slid into a flanking position next to the formidable hobgoblin-shaped Mel.

[cue Mel]

[Mel]

[Fabian Benavente]

Hey all,

I got back in town a day earlier; here's a turn so far.

[kirs...@yahoo.com]

NRPG: Just to be clear... Mel has no idea who or what the Dreaming Dark
is. But I recall Leif spinning a tale of the ir'Valenar Lord being
trapped in nightmares and just applied some flowery terms to the
telling ;^) In short, Mel's just winging it, building a fable around
the few details he's reasonably sure of, but he's pretty good at
it!

REF: "You know of the Hooded Wanderer? Is there another foe from the
dark dreams to defeat?"

RPG: "When does the nightmare ever sleep?" Mel asked, thinking
quickly. A defeated expression came to his face and he hesitated, as if
considering something, before his face hardened into a resolute frown.

"We know the Wanderer was a great hero of the Dhakaani. I'm a
student of the ancient Arts as I said, so I know well the legends,"
Mel went on, a feverish light coming into his eyes and simple faith in
his own words evident from his voice. "The strength of his blade and
of his faith when hunting down the enemies of the Empire. His bravery
against foes whose very name made champions quake in their boots. And
now, an enemy has arisen that cannot be fought with blades or spells,
and a prophecy guided our path here to seek the fallen hero's
tomb."

"Granted, the assailed Lord I mentioned is not of our blood, but he
is wise and fair, almost worthy of a goblin's heart. I and those with
me have pledged ourselves to the cause of defeating that which ails
him. And here our fate has led us," Mel said, lowering his eyes for
just a moment as he walked over to pick up the rune-wand to carry it to
the bugbear, yet stalling, hoping to keep the skull talking.

REF: "But why would someone from the usurper tribe of the Ghaal'dar
care about the ancient Dhakaani legends? The Dhakaani artifacts belong
to the only tribe worthy of their use, the Kech Volaar! Be gone
usurpers while you still have your lives! You can't be the chosen
ones!"

RPG: "If you doubt, then test us!" Mel growled, grasping at a
thread of inspiration and holding fast. "Besides, don't all the
Clans stand united when a foe from the Empire's past raises its head?
Who knows, if this evil isn't rooted out at once it might grow and
the Dark Days return! We have lost too much to court annihilation with
our pretty disagreements. Tell us of these chosen ones and why they
cannot be us. For word of the Chosen require a prophecy, and we
followed such an ephemeral trail to this very tomb!" He held the wand
close, staring at the skull, eye to eye socket.

TAG: Everyone interested...!

-Jussi / Mel

[King, John]

In reading through the turn, I found this goof of mine:

Ember's right arm too was living as the warforged drew a bead

"living" should be "lifting" or "rising" or probably anything else but "living"

I suppose technically, it is living, but its nothing worth drawing attention to at the moment. :)

________________________________

From: Troubl...@googlegroups.com on behalf of Fabian Benavente
Sent: Sat 7/29/2006 11:46 PM
To: Troubl...@googlegroups.com

[Tom Andry]

[Leif / new]

 

Leif turned and crouched instinctively even as the others heard the creature enter the clearing. Its smell was enough to alert the shifter a few milliseconds early. Leif concentrated for a moment then felt the invisible armor cover him. He reached automatically to his belt but Leiflet was not there. She was around… somewhere. Sending a thought out, Leif warned her to stay hidden but close. He didn’t want to have to wait for her, regardless of the outcome of this little confrontation.

 

[Mel / old]

 

He held the wand close, staring at the skull, eye to eye socket.

 

[Leif / new – I’m assuming this conversation is going on in Common? If not, perhaps Mel can translate for him.]

 

Leif wasn’t sure what Flask was on about but the creature was approaching and the annoying rod was, well, annoying. Leif growled at it, “We were sent by Bori. He died giving the directions to this accursed place to us. We may not be chosen, but we have surely been sent. Sent by someone that thought us worthy whatever lies in the tomb. Surely that is enough?”

 

[tag]

 

Leif’s mind started turning over the various riddles they had encountered. Bori had given them:

 

“Deep within the Empire's verdant jungle

Rests a true Dhakaani hero in his tomb

At his side an ancient artifact of power

Needed to keep evil in its tainted womb"

 

And the ferret (albeit unwillingly) had provided:

 

"As goblin mapmakers marked locations

But this origin is not the Emperor's throne

The way to reach this starting point

Is to walk twenty miles towards the sun"

 

And now they had:

 

“Hidden from ordinary view

Is the entrance to _____ eternal tomb

Beware, you won't find it unless you ____

The ____ egg from a giant python's womb”

 

What did it mean? Leif’s head hurt as he tried to fill in the blanks… But why?

 

What are you on too?

 

I’m not sure, Leif’s reply to his crystal was distracted. What if we ignore the blanks? The first line… hidden from ordinary view. What view is not ordinary? I assumed it simply meant it was hidden but what if it is more literal. You need other senses?

 

Leiflet immediately understood and sent out a telepathic message to Flask:

 

“If you have any special senses, try to use them to find this entrance. It may be hidden magically or by some other means… Perhaps in a way only a goblin would recognize.”

 

[tag]

 

Leif used his current stance as an excuse to put that nose of his to good use. Concentrating fully on the aromas and underlying scents, Leif tried to detect the stale odor that one would associate with a tomb or a long closed place. Surely some fragrance would escape – something that he could track back to the source. He tried to act nonchalant as he searched but he didn’t think it was working too well. One could only crawl around his companions ankles for so long before eliciting some sort of response. Still, if it got them closer to leaving this dreadful place…

 

Leif bumped his nose into a broken snake egg shell… Hooded Wanderer? From the dark dreams? The realization hit Leif like a kick to the gut. They were not the first ones to arrive here. Whoever had come first read the inscription and had attempted to use these eggs to gain entrance. Perhaps this Hooded Wanderer that had been defeated was gone for good but Leif didn’t think so. No body. Probably just driven back. Perhaps they were watching them even now.

 

Suddenly, to Leif, the jungle was full of eyes staring at them. He moved closer to Bryn in an unconscious effort to protect her. “The Hooded Wanderer was already here and from what that stick says, they left empty handed. That means all these eggs won’t work – cause they’ve already been tried. We need to look somewhere else, somewhere…” Leif paused, then glanced at Daram, “Well, human, you may get your way after all. One of the word’s that was obscured was giant right? Well, these are all ordinary eggs, correct?” Bryn nodded. “If we were to look for a giant snake in this jungle, where would we look?” Daram’s face was a stark contrast to the expressions on the others. “Yep, looks like we’ve got some snake ladies to confront.”

 

[tag]

 

 

Tom Andry

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[kirs...@yahoo.com]

The conversation is most likely in Goblin, for I have seen no mention
of the skull changing languages. But a running translation can be
provided, of course, so this isn't just my show. The rest of you need
to get involved so Mel can blame you if things come to blows ;^)

-Jussi

[kirs...@yahoo.com]

Add to that: Mel might wish to translate selectively so what the others
say best fits his own story ;^) And remember; the skull might not speak
Common but it might understand it just fine...

-Jussi

[Fabian Benavente]

Just to confirm that as of right now, the conversation is taking place in Goblin but as
Jussi suggestedwe can have Mel do a running translation of what is being said.

[Angie Gignac]

[ ooc - I'm a bit confused. Have we come across the term Hooded Wanderer before this term? Is this something that Mel just made up? And was he implying that the Hooded Wanderer beat us to the tomb, or that he's the one buried in the tomb?]
 

[Mel old]

"Granted, the assailed Lord I mentioned is not of our blood, but he
is wise and fair, almost worthy of a goblin's heart. I and those with
me have pledged ourselves to the cause of defeating that which ails
him. And here our fate has led us," Mel said, lowering his eyes for
just a moment as he walked over to pick up the rune-wand to carry it to
the bugbear, yet stalling, hoping to keep the skull talking.

[Bryn new]

"Flask, what's going on?" The druid was terribly anxious, trying to keep one eye on the as-yet patient bugbear, and one on the strange goblinoid conversation. The huge creature terrified her, as he could literally crush her with his foot. However, Belkar had signalled for them to wait, and as yet the bugbear had been patient. "Flask!"

Glancing at the others, Mel realized that none of them understood the conversation. Keeping his voice low, he quickly translated most of what had been said into Common.

[Leif old]

Leif wasn't sure what Flask was on about but the creature was approaching and the annoying rod was, well, annoying. Leif growled at it, "We were sent by Bori. He died giving the directions to this accursed place to us. We may not be chosen, but we have surely been sent. Sent by someone that thought us worthy whatever lies in the tomb. Surely that is enough?"

[Bryn new]

As Leif added his voice to the arguement, the bugbear took another few steps into the clearing, still holding his giant hands out expectantly. Heart racing, Bryn backed up several steps, sling still spinning. Swift, smelling her mistresses fear, bared her teeth and growled, but beyond that didn't disobey her command to stay put. Bryn devoutly hoped that something happened soon, either they gave the rod to the crazy bugbear, or that it gave them an excuse to attack it.

[Leif edit]

Suddenly, to Leif, the jungle was full of eyes staring at them. He moved closer to Bryn in an unconscious effort to protect her. "The Hooded Wanderer was already here and from what that stick says, they left empty handed. That means all these eggs won't work – cause they've already been tried. We need to look somewhere else, somewhere…" Leif paused, then glanced at Daram, "Well, human, you may get your way after all. One of the word's that was obscured was giant right? Well, these are all ordinary eggs, correct?" Bryn shrugged, she'd never seen a snake bigger than a three-foot viper, and their eggs were much smaller. These eggs were pretty big; who knows how big these babies would grow to be? "If we were to look for a giant snake in this jungle, where would we look?" Daram's face was a stark contrast to the expressions on the others. "Yep, looks like we've got some snake ladies to confront."

[Bryn new]


"Wait," Bryn said, as Daram paled. "What if this is way to find tomb? Maybe we not see tomb, but it," she gestured to the bugbear, "does? Maybe egg worked, make him come here, now we follow?" The halfling couldn't believe the words that were coming from her mouth; the last thing she wanted to do was follow that crazed creature anywhere. But Bori had died for this information, and she would do whatever it took to find out why.

[tag]

[kirs...@yahoo.com]

The Hooded Wandered was indeed made up by me, but with Fabian's
permission. Mel was the only one to figure out some of the Morgrave
folk's notes written in Goblin that told the tale of the hero's life
and death, so I was invited to come up with some details of the legend,
and that included the hero's alias. What can I say? I had just been
reading the latest of Steven Erikson's wonderful books, and the title
"Hooded Wandered of Death" just demanded to be used ;^)

-Jussi

[Angie Gignac]

Ahhh, of course. I knew that you'd used the term before, but I only reread back a few turns. I forgot about the Morgrave notes. Cool, thanks, Jussi.

[Gary Burns]

I just noticed that Belkar's post wasn't in the turn so far. If someone
can't forward it again (I don't 'get' my own messages) I'll retype it and
post it again tonight after my kids are in bed.

-----Original Message-----
From: Troubl...@googlegroups.com [mailto:Troubl...@googlegroups.com]
On Behalf Of Fabian Benavente
Sent: Monday, July 31, 2006 9:49 AM
To: Troubl...@googlegroups.com
Subject: Re: Troubled Past PBEM 83 - The Big Bugbear (turn so far)

[Angie Gignac]

Hey Gary,

 

We never got anything from you for the last turn. The only thing we got was this on July 26th...

 

"I can't write it up at the moment, but Belkar will motion for the others to wait and caution them to be prepared, to see what results Mel has. "

If you sent something and it didn't go through, won't it be in your sent folder?

 

~Angie

[Gary Burns]

Yeah, it should be but I can't find. Means I fucked up because I get the messages when I send them from the website.

Here is my original post and a new small one. Didn't tag anyone but players should feel free to respond to anything.

 

The warforged halted in its tracks and looked at its captain.  From the tone in Commander Greygoods' voice, Ember knew that Belkar had something else in mind.  The captain motioned silently for Ember to lower its arm and back off, giving the bugbear wide birth.  The warforged dutifully complied and slid into a flanking position next to the formidable hobgoblin-shaped Mel.

[Belkar-New]

Moving away from Ember, Belkar was careful to make sure that he could put himself between the beast and the others. Should the monstrous goblinoid prove dangerous he had no intention of allowing it to get near the others.

Keeping his hands away from his weapon, Belkar was still prepared to pull out the hand and half sword in a heartbeat, if it proved needed. Looking back to where Flask stood, Belkar cleared his throat. Carefully he asked, "What should we do?"

Waiting for Flask to answer, Belkar realized that it was not that long ago that he would have loved to give up any leadership he retained. Now, however, he was hoping that this new member of their party would see through his ploy. That he would understand that Belkar wasn't prepared to deal with this new development with anything beyond the naked steel on his back.

 

---

 

It barely took a second for her to load a stone into Leif's enchanted sling and set it spinning. However, before she could let fly, Flask began speaking to the monster. Utterly confounded, she spoke a brief command to her animals. Coyote and clawfoot, both set to attack, paused. Turning her head just enough to catch Belkar's eye, she asked, "What do we do?"

[Belkar-New]

                Belkar shook his head at Bryn's words. "Put our faith in Flask and be prepared," he said.

                "If something happens, be careful," Belkar said, eyeing the halfling. Looking at Bryn, he still couldn't help remembering the festering wound on his side and how he would never be part of the natural order of things. Though now wasn't the time, he wondered if that wasn't why he felt so protective of her.

[Fabian Benavente]

Hey all,

As you've probably noticed, the game has slowed down quite a bit. Part of it has to do
with me taking on another PBEM and part of it has to do with the fact that I've picked up
on my reading quite a bit as well. In summary, I'm enjoying the other game too much to
think about giving it up, and I've read (am reading) a slew of good books. Be that as it
may, I'm still committed to this game and want everyone to have fun with it as well. I've
had some feedback that this part of the game is going too slow for some of you. To be
honest, it seems that we only have three involved players (Jussi, Angie, and Tom); John
doesn't seem to find anything for his character to do; Gary is plain busy with other
stuff; Chris (Johan) is not back; and Les (Lan) has gone MIA again.

It's obvious that your path to the next part of the adventure lies through 'the tomb'.
Question... should I gloss over the riddle/puzzle and get you in there right away? Is
anyone enjoying the feeding of clues at this point? We did something similar during the
code in the last adventure and I, as a GM, enjoyed it.

I would also like some feedback as to how to pick up the game again (bearing in mind that
I will be able to put out a turn once every 4 days at most).

Talk to me! :)

[Angie Gignac]

Hey Fabian and all,

I'm enjoying the mystery of the snake eggs and the skull, though I must confess that I've no idea what needs to be done at the moment. No doubt if/when we put our heads to it we'll figure it out.

I must admit that I'm frustrated by the pace of the game. Lately it feels like Jussi and I are the only ones to post within the first day or two, and everybody else (sometimes including Tom) chimes in (or doesn't) much later. I understand that most of you have been busy in RL, and I think I'm the only one without a spouse and/or kids, which means I have a bit more free time. Still, it would be nice if we could get back to some sort of schedule.

That being said, I'm still thoroughly enjoying the game. I've liked being in the jungle, and I eagerly anticipate exploring the tomb. And if everybody is simply too busy to maintain our manic pre-summer pace, so be it. I'd rather play sporadically than not at all.

~Angie

[kirs...@yahoo.com]

Angie, you are not alone in being alone ;^)

I enjoy this quite a lot, but then again, Mel's in the spotlight ATM.
But I have no objections to moving us forward as swiftly as seems
prudent.

-Jussi

[Gary Burns]

To chime in on the puzzle (right now I have no right to comment on pacing) I have to agree that I'm enjoying the mystery. I just don't have an answer and you will likely need to keep feeding us clues (at least me).

 

 

-Gary

 

[Les Anderson]

Sorry, I'm here. I just don't really have any ideas for Lan at the
moment. He's not really the kind of guy who'd be kibbitzing as Flask
does something.

So not MIA, just... lazy and nothing really to add.

--
Les

On 8/2/06, Fabian Benavente <fabian.b...@gmail.com> wrote:
>

[Les Anderson]

And I didn't offer any answer to your question or the general
conversation. Well, I wouldn't mind moving us past the 'find the
entrance' part of this and getting us into the tomb. I don't dislike
reading Flask dealing with the hobgoblin, but it doesn't seem like the
rest of the group has much to do here but react to what Flask is
doing.

--
Les

[King, John]

Yes, I've pretty much filled in all I can for ember at the moment, he
spent some time trying to figure it out, seems like his ideas were
fruitless, did some reacting to the wand and the bugbear, and I think
nearly everyone else has also.

I guess we're waiting on a recap, or at least something else from the
bugbear to go on...

-----Original Message-----
From: Troubl...@googlegroups.com
[mailto:Troubl...@googlegroups.com] On Behalf Of Les Anderson
Sent: Thursday, August 03, 2006 8:29 AM
To: Troubl...@googlegroups.com

[King, John]

Yes, I've said this to Fabian directly, but I think we've had ample time
sitting outside looking around and staring at the trees. We've spent a
solid chunk of real time wandering through the jungle facing a mystery
beasty that won't fight us, and some snake people that outnumber us by
quite a bit. Being that this conversation between Flask and the Bugbear
is in hobgoblin, perhaps its best to work out with Jussi the details of
the conversation in full detail on the side, write it all up, and then
allow us to post reactions after a summary/recap. As it is, I think
this turn has been squeezed dry, and it's getting stale.

-----Original Message-----
From: Troubl...@googlegroups.com
[mailto:Troubl...@googlegroups.com] On Behalf Of Les Anderson
Sent: Thursday, August 03, 2006 8:32 AM
To: Troubl...@googlegroups.com
Subject: Re: Troubled Past PBEM OOC

[kirs...@yahoo.com]

So let's move things along faster to avoid boredom, in that case ;^)

But when in doubt what to post, it's generally character development
time! Let out all the bottled-up angst of having your character's candy
stolen by bullies when he was a child! Realize that a knot on a tree
trunk brings to mind the face of your first love, the one Fate took
from you so many years ago! Wonder idly whether it's going to rain
tonight! The opportunities are endless!

-Jussi

[Gary Burns]

Reading Jussi's last post brings up another problem I would love to hear others take on. With being so busy and falling out of the game somewhat I've kindof lost contact with Belkar. Perhaps even more sadly, I've somewhat lost the joy of playing Belkar.

 

Any suggestions for rekindling the relationship? (no, chocolates and flowers are not an option:)

-Gary

 

On 8/3/06, kirs...@yahoo.com <kirs...@yahoo.com> wrote:

[Fabian Benavente]

Hey Gary,

I think there is no easy answer for that one, but I understand how you feel. The same
thing has happened to me with regards to playing Rhukaa. First it's lack of time, and then
it's not that you don't enjoy it asnymore (at least for me anyways), it's just that you
feel indifferent about the character.

I'm not sure if it will work, but I think familiarity has a lot to do with it. So what I'm
going to try is just to get back in there and start writing. My pledge for Rhukaa anyway
is to catch up on what's going on and just start 'acting/speaking' (playing).

L8r,

Fabian
Troubled Past - An Eberron PBEM
http://www.geocities.com/cfbenave/Eberron/Eberron-Page2.htm

----- Original Message -----
From: "Gary Burns" <gburns...@gmail.com>
To: <Troubl...@googlegroups.com>
Sent: Thursday, August 03, 2006 1:03 PM
Subject: Re: Troubled Past PBEM OOC

[Gary Burns]

It is the indifference. I think Belkar is a great character, but I think I
need to reinvent him or refresh him. I'm not sure, but I think the amount of
writing we do with these characters plays part of the process (like
burnout). I want to go back through the past Turns and use those for
inspiration to spring back in and interact with the others, but I don't
really have time for reading the hundreds of pages I have stored on my
computer.

Anyway, I'm going to try to press the issue with Belkar and get things going
again. However, if there are any inconsistancies with previous posts or if I
forgot something and am making an ass of myself, I ask that you blame on the
character, not me. :) Oh, also drop me a line and let me know.
-Gary

-----Original Message-----
From: Troubl...@googlegroups.com [mailto:Troubl...@googlegroups.com]

[Tom Andry]

Didn't you just reinvent Belkar before you stopped posting? He’s now walking around with his arm exposed. He’s a totally different character now.

 

Tom Andry

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[Gary Burns]

This is true. Perhaps its this coupled by the stretch of not posting.

 

Now that I'm remembering it, I did the whole arm exposed thing to change him. Yet I havne't successfully carried off the transformation. Its like the one room on the second floor that I haven't gotten around to painting.

 

Hopefully, for the rest of this month I'll be able to respond faster and be able to get back into it. Today was the last day of my summer class so no more prepping lectures for a while.

-Gary