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Rocking the Casbah
Rocking the Casbah
The Clash - Rock the Casbah
Crimson Kestrel, Mess Hall
Candles. Paper. Pencils. Erasers. The smell of freshly printed character sheets and graphite particles against the page. John was sitting at the end of the table hiding behind a screen, to his left, a stack of books, and to his right there was a bottle of sugary drink sitting next to a candelabra with six candles on it, burning bright in the dimly lit room.
The Mess Hall's tables long were perfect for the occasion, as just in front of him his players were sitting and looking at their character sheets on paper and the dungeon map that'd been laminated and drawn on with whiteboard markers. It smelt a little of whiteboard cleaning fluids as much elbow grease had been put into cleaning it over and over again.
On the table were miniatures of a paladin played by Shayla, a necromancer played by Lodemucker, a ranger from Zeta, a warrior and a 'dance mage' that Seiren made himself and a thief played by Allison with a couple of other miniatures on the board for the other players. Echelon meanwhile was playing perhaps the most optimised character on the table for a third level figher/mage/thief who could do just about anything.
"...the pungent scent of mildew pervades the room as the group moves inside. Your torches illuminate the room and you can see a decayed corpse in rusted armour resting against the furthest corner on the left while to your right, it stretches on past the range of your lights," John said, letting them imagine it all before continuing.
"Drips from the ceiling fall down thick and heavy, and a chorus of plinks fills your ear as the walls of this room turn from stonework to natural cave wall the further you look up, soon turning into stalactites about twenty five feet up. Perhaps as time went on, the ceiling begun to erode and let the moisture in..."
Still with the painting of the picture, getting quite descriptive with the way the room looked, perhaps getting hung up on it. "Oh, uh," he checked his notes as he realised that he forgot to read a piece out loud. "a-and there's twenty skeletons hiding for you in the dark," he recited as he started placing skeleton miniatures on the table, "They see your torch and charge for you with old and rusty weapons and scream at the top of their lungs despite not having larynxes - or lungs. Roll for initiative!"
"Oh no not the Skeletons!" Allison said as she got her dice ready and checked her sheet for her character's bonuses against undead. "Lodemucker, control them or something if you get first turn," she advised as she realised that her thief did not get any bonuses against undead.
And then the dice rolled across the table, one of them bumping into the miniature of a paladin that Allison had 3D printed out of plastic and another knocking over a skeleton that John had put down, which one of the players righted.
Crimson Kestrel, Captain's Suite
Luca was in the middle of his daily exercise routine, doing some situps in his room. He wearing his heart-print boxer underwear and a light singlet. Some jaunty music was playing to help him keep a rhythm, but he found that it cut out suddenly, and he was up to his 249th sit up of 250 to do. Aw... he sighed as he laid back down and wiped his sweaty brow.
"H3Y LUC4, B4D N3WS." Echelon said over the communications, her face appearing on the viewscreen in his room.
Luca's head swivelled over and down at the viewscreen. "Yeah?"
"S0S S1GN4L, 1TS FR0M N34RBY, 1T S33MS T0 B3 4 PL34SUR3 SH1P TH4T'S B33N B04RD3D BY P1R4T3S!"
"Pirates?" Luca echoed. "Hmm..." he seemed to be considering whether or not some run of the mill pirates were a better way to get the blood pumping and some light exercise done. "Sure. Should I tell the others?"
"H4NG 0N 1'M R0LL1NG F0R 1N1T14T1V3."
Luca groaned, "Again? You nerd," He got down from the ceiling, landed on his feet and cracked his knuckles, cricking his neck. "Can't you put it on hold or something?"
"N0T N0W. SCR34M1NG SK3L3T0NS!"
Luca groaned. Again with the skeletons. Wherever he looked this month, skeletons everywhere and he was getting quite sick of them. He left his room and started heading towards the Mess Hall. SOS signal from cruiser ship, attacked by pirates, passengers and crew taken hostage? Sounded like easy pickings to him anyway.
Rocking the Casbah
Rocking the Casbah
The Clash - Rock the Casbah
Crimson Kestrel, Mess Hall
Candles. Paper. Pencils. Erasers. The smell of freshly printed character sheets and graphite particles against the page. John was sitting at the end of the table hiding behind a screen, to his left, a stack of books, and to his right there was a bottle of sugary drink sitting next to a candelabra with six candles on it, burning bright in the dimly lit room.
The Mess Hall's tables long were perfect for the occasion, as just in front of him his players were sitting and looking at their character sheets on paper and the dungeon map that'd been laminated and drawn on with whiteboard markers. It smelt a little of whiteboard cleaning fluids as much elbow grease had been put into cleaning it over and over again.
On the table were miniatures of a paladin played by Shayla, a necromancer played by Lodemucker, a ranger from Zeta, a warrior and a 'dance mage' that Seiren made himself and a thief played by Allison with a couple of other miniatures on the board for the other players. Echelon meanwhile was playing perhaps the most optimised character on the table for a third level figher/mage/thief who could do just about anything.
"...the pungent scent of mildew pervades the room as the group moves inside. Your torches illuminate the room and you can see a decayed corpse in rusted armour resting against the furthest corner on the left while to your right, it stretches on past the range of your lights," John said, letting them imagine it all before continuing.
"Drips from the ceiling fall down thick and heavy, and a chorus of plinks fills your ear as the walls of this room turn from stonework to natural cave wall the further you look up, soon turning into stalactites about twenty five feet up. Perhaps as time went on, the ceiling begun to erode and let the moisture in..."
Still with the painting of the picture, getting quite descriptive with the way the room looked, perhaps getting hung up on it. "Oh, uh," he checked his notes as he realised that he forgot to read a piece out loud. "a-and there's twenty skeletons hiding for you in the dark," he recited as he started placing skeleton miniatures on the table, "They see your torch and charge for you with old and rusty weapons and scream at the top of their lungs despite not having larynxes - or lungs. Roll for initiative!"
"Oh no not the Skeletons!" Allison said as she got her dice ready and checked her sheet for her character's bonuses against undead. "Lodemucker, control them or something if you get first turn," she advised as she realised that her thief did not get any bonuses against undead.
And then the dice rolled across the table, one of them bumping into the miniature of a paladin that Allison had 3D printed out of plastic and another knocking over a skeleton that John had put down, which one of the players righted.
Crimson Kestrel, Captain's Suite
Luca was in the middle of his daily exercise routine, doing some situps in his room. He wearing his heart-print boxer underwear and a light singlet. Some jaunty music was playing to help him keep a rhythm, but he found that it cut out suddenly, and he was up to his 249th sit up of 250 to do. Aw... he sighed as he laid back down and wiped his sweaty brow.
"H3Y LUC4, B4D N3WS." Echelon said over the communications, her face appearing on the viewscreen in his room.
Luca's head swivelled over and down at the viewscreen. "Yeah?"
"S0S S1GN4L, 1TS FR0M N34RBY, 1T S33MS T0 B3 4 PL34SUR3 SH1P TH4T'S B33N B04RD3D BY P1R4T3S!"
"Pirates?" Luca echoed. "Hmm..." he seemed to be considering whether or not some run of the mill pirates were a better way to get the blood pumping and some light exercise done. "Sure. Should I tell the others?"
"H4NG 0N 1'M R0LL1NG F0R 1N1T14T1V3."
Luca groaned, "Again? You nerd," He got down from the ceiling, landed on his feet and cracked his knuckles, cricking his neck. "Can't you put it on hold or something?"
"N0T N0W. SCR34M1NG SK3L3T0NS!"
Luca groaned. Again with the skeletons. Wherever he looked this month, skeletons everywhere and he was getting quite sick of them. He left his room and started heading towards the Mess Hall. SOS signal from cruiser ship, attacked by pirates, passengers and crew taken hostage? Sounded like easy pickings to him anyway.