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Reluctantly, Harry approached the man transfered Moira from his arms to the his. "I'll be right there Moira, we'll get you nice and dry and warm. I've got to talk to these people." Turning back around, he directed his attention to the woman who'd they'd been accompanied by for the past several hours...

Um...obviously Fuse did not read the post...Maiannon asked him his name directly. Ah well... I don't like double posting but if no one posts something before noon today... I'll post and move the story along. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF- Sorry dude. I read the post, but obviously not very cl...

Erm... I did not realize it was my turn, sorry. Anything Harry does until we get to the hideout can be wrapped up in about one sentence. He nods and continues following to the hideout. I don't really think that justifies a post.

Harold followed the pair from behind, pistol holstered, but certainly at the ready should this... man's true intentions be less noble than what he claimed. He'd had heard of the creature lighting the path before them more than his fair share of times, what human hadn't? His conception was understand...

Sorry, currently job hunting. Long weekend though, I'll have later today.

Minor detail, Harry had his sidearm drawn, not his rifle.

Harold stands still in the murky darkness of the sewers. Pitch blackness and pungent smells impair his site and smell, but his ears are more than on alert. Hidden behind layers of darkness, Harry can hear something lurk. A few splashes, the soft tap of feet on concrete, not much, but enough to tell ...

Okay, rolls made.

Perception:
[Mind + Heightened Awareness Lvl 2: 2d6 + 6] [6+2+5=13]
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3192191/

Stealth:
[Body + Stealth Lvl 0: 2d6 + 6] [6+4+1=11]
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3192195/

I'm guessing that means we both notice eachother?

What kind of bonus will wearing thermal imaging goggles give Harold to his perception role in this case?

Not really what I've been busy with, I'm more or less joking around with how much time I actually dedicated to this. But yeah, blender, and I've got a LOOOONG way to go before I have any skill in it that's actually worth a salt. (Also the brick wall is supposed to be a composite armour look)

Brothers and sisters of nerdom! For several long, cold, rainy nights I have spent, wading my way through polygons and inadequate computer hardware, fighting my way through a program that I had only even downloaded on Saturday let alone taken time to properly learn how to use, metaphorically banging ...

Has anyone here ever considered WW1 tank style co-axle thrusters at the fore of a ship? I'd imagine such a feature as a couple thrusters on either side of a vessel capable of rotating 180 degrees would increase maneuverability a great deal.

Harold's eyes drifted through the dank tunnels of the city's drainage system. Pitch black didn't even describe it. Stowing his rifle, Harold drew his sidearm and slipped his thermal goggles over his eyes. Slowly, with Moira gripping tightly to his pant leg, he began to advance down the tunnel. A spl...

Sorry I've been more than a little absent as of late. School's been going on for the past two weeks and I've been pretty much dead tired. Oh the side effects of spending a summer sitting on your ass, staying up until three in the morning and waking up at noon, aren't they grand? Anyway, I'm pumping ...

Sorry I didn't get back to you Bunny. Been busy with a combination of Dwarf Fortress and back to school... and being really fucking tired.

Okay, note taken, TO THE WRITING DESK!

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I'm going to be frank, I have no idea what values I'm supposed to be using, so I'm kind of just leaving this combat for Unforsaken to resolve if that's alright.

Harold watched in horror as the Loroi, in his eyes, foolishly dove out from the darkness. (God fucking damn it.) He hesitated a moment, taking a brief second to ask the question: Is this crazy bitch worth saving? He answered that thought by swiftly pushing Moira deeper into the darkness. With rifle ...

I think I should establish now that Moira does not speak trade, and any trade uttered at this time is going to go right over her emotionally destroyed and completely disturbed head. (Harold however speaks both English and trade. I'll specify which he's speaking when relevant.)

If you don't mind setting up the encounter that'd be fabulous.