There was silence in the nighttime halls of Byberry. Sarah and Anton slid across the wall with the utmost care. They reached a crossing of hallways. Sarah pointed down the hallway they were facing away from and whispered "This way."
She turned the corner. Everything was still silent for a second or two, until an inhuman roar was let loose! Sarah came running back to Anton, gun in hand, "Not this way!"
While she shot in the direction of the roar, Anton asked, "Vat is it?"
"I don't know! Just shoot it!"
Anton joined in the shooting with his arc welder, but this thing, this grotesque, hulking thing just kept shambling towards them.
"Not vorking, Sarah.."
"Yeah, think I can't see that? Damnit..." As the monster closed in on them, she noticed a closet up the hall a bit. "Over here!"
They ran up to the closet as the monster turned the corner to face them and roared again. Sarah shot at the door to unlock it and rummaged around in there.
"Sarah, vat are you doing? Are you crazy? Vait. Don't answer dat," said Anton as Sarah pulled out some soaked rags. She brought them up to Anton's face and he recoiled a bit. "Ugh, dat stinks, don't shove dem- Oh!"
"Yeah," came her reply with a smirk. She threw the rags at the monster a few at a time while backing up away from it with Anton. After she threw the last one at it, he shot it with his arc welder, and it instantly caught fire! Shrieking in pain, it fell to the floor. "Now, where would I be without oily rags?"
All right, next game day is in three days. I've held onto these long enough:
Finally all together after their previous adventures, the Spirit Centurions journey to the snow-blanketed Swiss Alps to attend the prestigious Ziggenheim Symposium. Their hope is to see one of their own—Anton Korvanatz, the Tsar of Gears—win this year’s coveted prize for his scientific breakthroughs. But wait—what’s the nefarious Dr. Methuselah doing at the symposium? And why are the other Ziggenheim contenders suddenly turning up dead, with a mysterious fine gray dust the only consistent factor in their gruesome murders? Can the Centurions put their heads together and solve the deadly riddle while there’s still anyone left to win the competition? Be sure not to miss the thrilling group adventure of the Spirit Centurions in...The Nether Menace!
Lovelorn since the disappearance of her fiancé, Millie Diamond plans to soothe her February blues by inviting her fellow Spirit Centurions to a Valentine’s Day party at her posh London townhome. But an urgent phone call from her old friend Professor De Faria has her racing to Kings College...just in time to see a masked intruder make off with the very documents that could hold the key to finding her beloved Max! But you can't keep a good Centurion down—especially not when she has five others backing her up—and our heroes hop into the Sparrowhawk and head off to exotic Cairo in pursuit of the thief! With old foes lurking in the shade of every palm tree and new ones just waiting to be made, can the Centurions reunite Millie with the love of her life and give her a happy Valentine’s Day after all? Find out in Millie Diamond and the Ring of Te-Kas!
edited 9th Jul '10 9:31:55 PM by Ironeye
As the two men set out into the forest, the sky began to release the occasional snowflake. Several hours and a few wrong turns later, the grey morning turned into a whiter afternoon, with wispy white curtains marking the spread of each tree's branches. Anton and Dr. Ekk pushed on, stopping for a break at a large rocky outcropping. Invigorated by the consumption of a significant quantity of their supplies, both moved to rise to their feet, but the smaller man held his husky companion back.
"Thank you for coming with me this far, Tosha, but from here on out I go alone," said Ekk. "If I do not return in fifteen minutes, well, let's hope for my sake that I'm back by then.
Anton nodded in assent and put a reassuring hand on Ekk's shoulder. "God be with you, Vanya."
"And with you." Ivan turned away and walked around the rocks, stepping lightly into a clearing blanketed by snow. Two minutes of walking brought him out of that one and to the edge of another, as white and pristine as the first. He stepped out from the cover of the trees. . .
. . .into a deathly still moonless night. A dying forest stood dense around Ekk, not quite blocking out the faint light of the stars in the cloudless sky. Ekk fumbled about in confusion, fallen snow crunching beneath his booted feet. Tripping on a root, Ekk fell to the ground, catching a face full of stinging cold flakes. As he pushed himself to his feet and wiped himself clean, he saw a faint light in the distance, flickering through the trees. Taking care to be as silent as possible, Ekk made his way forward. As he got closer to the light, whispers of a voice came to him on a wind that didn't blow.
"Come to me."
Ekk pushed on, pushing aside a low-hanging branch.
"Come to me."
He could almost make out the light. It was shining brightly, too strong and consistent to be a fire.
"Come to me."
The light was clear now—it was Michael's sword! Ekk ran towards it, ignoring the voice that hissed in his ear.
"Come to me."
There was someone standing next to the sword. The hair, the coat, the confidence in his stance—it had to be Stephen Mills! How had he survived? Ekk sprinted towards him.
"Come to me, Ivan Aleksandrovich."
The figure didn't turn even as the crunch crunch of Ekk's steps raced towards Mills. Just before reaching the man, Ekk slowed to a stop—something wasn't quite right here, but he couldn't place what it was. Mills turned to face Ekk and became a mass of shadows. The inky dark spread into a giant man shape, and it formed several arms that lashed out and grabbed Ekk. He yelled in fright as the shadow arms pulled him off his feet.
"You are mine, little Vanya," hissed the voice from the shadows.
Ekk whispered a prayer as the shadow being pulled him away from the sword—the sword! Ekk reached out desperately towards the holy blade, but his hand fell short.
"Lord, protect your servant in his hour of need," Ekk yelled. "Shepard him through the darkness and into the light."
The shadow man lifted Ekk off the ground by his ankles. "Your pathetic god cannot save you, for you are in my domain!"
Ekk reached for the sword again, again coming up short. "You aren't real! This isn't real!"
As the shadows pulled Ekk into darkness, he made one last grasp for the sword, brushing the pommel before getting tossed into the air. He only had a moment to glance at the starry sky before he landed in sticky black ooze. As Ekk began to sink into the shadow-tar, he saw the sword again, still out of reach. With his arms trapped, Ekk stopped struggled and intoned, "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me."
From the shadows around him he heard the hissing voice: "He cannot protect you, for you are now mine!" Something pulled him under, and he prepared himself for death and the blackness wiped his mind clean.
Ekk awoke face-down in the snow on the edge of a clearing, he body covered with flakes as more still feel from the sky. Rolling over onto his back, he saw Anton running towards him through the trees.
"Are you alright?" asked the large man.
"I. . .I don't know."
A shot hit the tree next to Anton, and the two men turned to see a squad of Soviet soldiers taking aim. Anton pulled Ekk to his feet and the two of them ran back into the trees, bullets flying past them. As they entered the clearing with the rocky outcropping at its edge, the pair heard a high-pitched whine behind them. They turned to look back just in time to see something red fly over them. Whipping their heads back around, they saw Rocket Red land on the outcropping, pistol in hand.
"Not so fast, comrades," she said, smiling flirtatiously.
I'm bad, and that's good. I will never be good, and that's not bad. There's no one I'd rather be than me.Since Kara doesn't want to be alone with the whole novel synopsis thing...
When Millie Diamond invited her fellow Centurions for a festive get together at her London townhouse for Valentines Day, she didn’t expect to have members of a dastardly cult to steal her fiancé’s research papers! The ensuing wild goose chase leads the Centurions to hop aboard the Sparrowhawk and head down to Cairo. It’s there that Millie and the Centurions stumble across a most peculiar ring... Can Millie get those papers? What about this ring? Find out in Millie Diamond and the Ring of Te-Kas!
Real Life rwby roseThe general consensus (from all, like, two of the participants who were present when it came up) is that I should do for Sot C what I did for D&D and make LEGO figures of the characters. So!
What does your character look like and how do they normally dress? Don't be too specific; give me some leeway to work within the range of parts available.
If you can't come up with a reasonable description, I will take the initative and get...creative.
edited 24th Jun '10 7:15:52 AM by Karalora
Hi Guys, grandmother has mailed me off to the "real life" group to play Call Of Cthulhu. *SIGH* hope I'll be back before it's done.
"Coffee! Coffeecoffeecoffee! Coffee! Not as strong as Meth-amphetamine, but it lets you keep your teeth!"Samson, Samson...
Well, first off, he's tall and muscular (but unless you can repurpose a Hagrid minifigure, there's not much you can do about that). I picture him wearing an open white shirt and khaki pants. He has black hair and a thick black beard.
Anyone who assigns themselves loads of character tropes is someone to be worried about.... I didn't feel like doing the novel back so... I just wrote down a bit of a summary.
The Spirit Centurions in...The Worst Wild Goose Chase Ever!
Millie asks Sam, Sarah and Samson to go borrow a book from a man at a certain address. They go there and meet a silly old lady at this run down apartment. Turns out after some inquiries the man just left without paying rent. Sam found some torn pages from a diary. Finding the name Garrison Sam dragged Sarah and Samson back to Millie’s to call up the Swiss authorities and inquire about Garrison Graysons where abouts. They learn that Henry Gurp (the man Millie sent them to borrow a book from about Atlantis) had visited him. So they fly all the way to Switzerland only for Sarah and Samson to cause Grayson to go into a giggle fit leaving them without answers. Luckily Dr. Brown was nearby since he’s a witness for Grayson’s trial. Gurp had visited and left again to go to Casablanca to visit Adam a famous acrobat.
So they went to Casablanca and Sarah wound up setting fire to a crate out of frustration… The burning crate distracted the guard long enough for Sarah to sneak backstage and find Adam. Adam was quite happy to have two females follow him along to several bars in an attempt to both get drunk and find Gurp who was supposedly getting drunk in one of the bars. Samson got smashed but Sam’s alcohol tolerance prevented such a thing when they finally found Gurp. After a brief chat and attempts to get Gurp to remember Millie they went back to his and Adam’s home for the book. There Al ja bin (whatever his butt is) was there holding the book. He bolted out the window with the Centurions following. Sam being well practiced in window diving was able to chase after Albin quicker than Samson and Sarah. Over the course of the chase Samson got hit with a blow dart and Sam tackled Albin about twice leading him to draw his sword then run.
That’s when the Centurions came across a mini Gorilla army with De Witt in the middle. Albin handed the book to De Witt as part of some sorta deal. De Witt took the book and hid behind his gorillas. This didn’t last long thanks to Sarah’s pistol. De Witt ran away and Sam gave chase having to hurdle dead gorillas. Samson chased after Albin. Sam managed to tackle De Witt only for him to get up. Sarah put a bullet in him leaving him to run off injured. Sam had the book so she tossed it to Sarah and chased De Witt. Unfortunately Albin got her with a blow dart since he won his little fight with Samson. So De Witt and Albin got away, but they at least finally got the book for Millie.
Real Life rwby roseAs arks can no longer make it on Fridays in July, we need to choose a new day (and possibly time). Due to the overlap with arim's game, Saturday is out. I'm busy on Wednesdays, so they're out. Otherwise, it's up to you all.
Also, +2 FP to Kara and +1 FP to Jinxed for making attempts and blurbs for the existing novels. +1 FP to Kara for helping me come up with the premise for tonight's session. +1 FP to Jinxed for writing up the summary for arks, Lance, and Kara. I'll be keeping track of bonus FP and aspects on my character page. A character list update will be coming to that page tomorrow (I hope).
I'm bad, and that's good. I will never be good, and that's not bad. There's no one I'd rather be than me.I'm fine with pretty much any day as long as it doesn't run too late. Y'all know what my weekday schedule is like. And hell—I'm a grown-up and I can shortchange myself sleep one day a week if I want.
EDIT: Actually, on second thought, we could potentially change up the day we play depending upon who's participating. Just something to keep in mind so that we don't end up locking ourselves into one schedule and being vulnerable to any snafu that might arise.
edited 26th Jun '10 7:57:13 AM by Karalora
Tuesday is out as well. As for Wednesday and Thursday, I'm not sure yet.
Video Game Census. Please contribute.Jinxed likely can't make it on Thursday this week, so it looks like at least one person is going to miss the session this week. Since arks is also unsure about Thursday, and the GM will be busy on Wednesday, meeting again on Friday seems to be the best choice, with Thursdays every week after that (unless arks hears otherwise about Thursdays in general, in which case we're back to the drawing board).
I'm bad, and that's good. I will never be good, and that's not bad. There's no one I'd rather be than me.

Nah, never mind. Carry on.
edited 21st Jun '10 3:31:22 PM by Karalora