Archive for January, 2012

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The streets of Amakna … if you could rightly call them streets in a town of loosely packed houses and temples … were littered with trash leftover from a party weekend gone totally out of control.   Jelly smears washed across the houses, mixed in with trool drool.  It was going to take someone with no sense of smell to come down here to clean up this mess.  Fortunately, that wasn’t me .. I was here to meet our newest recruits and give them the company line.  I sat back, watching the square for our new folks and admired the handiwork of some hero who’d left a boowolf head atop each of the plinths.  That took creativity.

A shadow fell on me and I looked up to see Incognito and his girlfriend Tal.  They’d dressed formally for the occasion, new gobball sets still glowing from the cleaning they get before going to market stalls.  I lifted an eyebrow and they gave me the fish eye.  We’d got off to a good start.  The pair would make a great team .. Iop and Eniripsa.  I stood, shook their hands and gave them a welcome before sending them off to dirty up their new finery.

A cough behind me alerted me to Crit-Pants, the cra who’s also Kilntyme’s son.  Fast to chat up the ladies, he’d be equally fast on the battlefield, I could tell.  I gave him a look at my eyebrow too.  He returned the sally with a boyish grin.

Just then, Teac wandered over and punched Crit-pants in the shoulder.  “Leave the dazzle for the ladies down in  Brakmar’s red light district,” he directed around a pretty large grin of his own.  He reached over to shake my hand and I noticed the tattoo on his forearm.  I  pointed at it with my chin.  “There a story to tell about that?” I asked.  “Just a club” he responded, but I knew I’d seen the mark before.  I’d get the story out of him over Bwork beers some night.

We had a few reasons to hoist a tankard lately … Erfoc marked level 150 and LuckyBaub hit 100.  We’d found Baub wandering, dazed and confused, in the Incarnum daisy fields one night and welcomed him back in to the guild.  His memory is slowly returning, but he does seem to spend a lot of time searching for ghosts, so perhaps professional help is in order.

Another old friend, El-Queyle, stumbled across me one night at the Amakna town zaap while he was on his way to the kolosium.  B movie script plot right there, folks.  Don’t thank me, you can’t make this shit up.  Said B movie would very likely star a sram, dontcha think?.  EQ becomes the only skeletal member in the SE closet.  Not to say that EQ is in the closet, but that could certainly be an added twist for the B movie.  *runs off to jot down possible scenarios*

And that’s our coffee break!  Stay tuned next time as we track down old Joint Task Force members.

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The plantation fan overhead rotated lazily and mostly ineffectively, occasionally trying hard to muster enough energy to riffle the corner of the newspaper I was reading.  The heat on this island was as oppressive as the jungle was dangerous.  Otomai in the summer can be lovely, splashing in the waves once you clear the beaches of coral and shoo the crabs away.  The heat can also slam you down into a hammock on your veranda and keep you there, drowsily wishing for a cocktail to appear in the hand of someone whose only desire was to fulfil all your wishes.

And yet, lazing away the afternoon wasn’t on my agenda today.   My kit sat on a chair as I perused the paper, waiting for the local taxi to trundle up.  I’d packed the night before and had read up on the new mission.  If I was a betting person, I’d bank on bloodshed being spilled before night’s end.  Despite this being a select, highly-trained and adaptable crew .. shit could get real.  Skeunk wasn’t famous for giving away over his dofuses like so many hotel lotions.  Polite wasn’t a concept that he knew, although legend said he could occasionally be generous to those who bested him.  We were about to make the attempt.   God have mercy on our souls.

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This week saw ShadowDancer make an appearance and the return of Ferrahballah who was excitedly dashing around investigating old haunts.  We said a fond farewell to Sunburn who returns to school and promises to visit our forums.  Give her some stuff to visit.  Let’s see some action on the boards!

Congratulations are in order for two of our members, Fish-Stick and Oralind.   Fishie and Ora have reached the 150 mile marker.  Sooo … time to hand over the keys to the executive washroom, Intuo.

 

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The old guy hobbled into view slowly, stopping briefly to adjust himself as old men sometimes do when they’ve lost their sense of public propriety, then continued on down the street.  As he neared the patio where I was taking in the sunshine and a bit of people watching along with my morning tea, I could hear that he was humming to himself.  He looked up and at me, waved his cane and nearly toppled over.  I repressed a chuckle, but I did give him bright smile.  He took that as a cue to introduce himself.  Erfoc he said he was looking for the SE guild hall, then pulled out a small flask from a rather cavernous pocket.  He winked and waved it in my direction with a questioning look.  Natrually, I accepted.   The  drink was smooth and well aged … like my new friend.  Welcome to SE, Erfoc.

In other news, we’ve dungeoned with Intuo and Wikeon this week and  Hailwing dropped by to bestow gifts on various folks.  Both myself and Fish-stick have acquired full Soft Oak sets with the help of many generous guild members.   Blocking Oralind’s shot has been elevated to a guild sport, Peique continues to menace the denizens of Kwismas Taiga and Fish-stick has been elevated to Proctector status.