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  1. Any game where I get to shoot post-apocalyptic neo-Nazis is therefore: good.
  2. I've been putting off this post for a while now, but I can't really any more. For a while now, the fun of running JLE has gone out of the game for me, and I kept going in the hopes that it would return. But it hasn't, and after some consideration, I've decided to shutter the game. I considered putting it on hold, but honestly: the chance of a game that's gone on hold coming back is so small it seems wrong to hold out false promise. I'm glad for the times we've had, and I'm sorry that we won't be having more of them for the foreseeable future. I especially have to apologize to KahlessNestor, who came over to this site from another one and who sadly hasn't seen the other side of their intro thread. I may run something else and I may not, but I'm glad for everyone who took a chance on my weird idea for a game and stuck around. Thanks again.
  3. Isstia was distracted by the unfamiliar scents and smells of the restaurant/tavern, so she was taken completely by surprise when a voice spoke to her from a few feet behind her. "You're drow. How interesting. You're a long way from where you belong, aren't you?" The voice was a woman's, and it had the particular inflections of an elf... and Isstia knew, deep down, that she'd found her half-drow, and that the woman had the drop on her.
  4. "I've no idea if that's a safe house, or a place with a safe. But I do know the location." Ebeneezer tapped the map with a fingernail. "We can be there within the hour. Unless any of you have other business to wrap up?"
  5. "Well, complainin' with me on your back might have ended in me gettin' dropped. THere's laws against cab drivers doin' that." Penda went inside to grab drinks at the bar, while Isstia followed. The restaurant-slash-tavern was at partial capacity, so Isstia didn't have much trouble blending in as long as she stuck to the shadows. She scanned the room, looking for signs of her target.
  6. "Let's take to the rooftops," says Ebeneezer. "They never check up there. There's a particularly nice gargoyle up that-a-way - not an actual gargoyle, mind, this isn't that part of the city." The group regrouped, atop the building, far enough up that the drop in teperature was felt more acutely by those who still felt the touch of winter. Up there, Ebeneezer opened the lockbox. Inside was a collection of notes that seemed to do with artifice, something to do with a "Ruby Ray," some kind of pocket-sized magical device - though deciphering further would take some effort - and equally important, there was a map with a location inside the city circled. Scrawled on it was one note: "safe."
  7. Penda nodded, and in a few minutes' time, a sky card was hailed. As it ascended, Penda gripped nervously, white-knuckled, onto the seat. "Nervous?" asked the cabbie. "Yeah." "First time?" "Naw, I been nervous lots'a times." Twenty minutes later, the two of them disembarked, Penda paying the cabbie. They walked down the streets towards the Grey Dragon. "So what's the plan, you going to stake the place out?" asked Penda.
  8. There was a thickening of the air, a cloud of mist that reformed into the vampiric form of Ebeneezer. He coughed, self-consciously. "Possibly may not have had a choice. A lot of people returned from the Last War missing parts of themselves, irreplacable by magic for whatever reason. He may have felt it beat not having an arm at all. "Now - " Ebeneezer waved towards the fleeing Eagle Claw. "They're going to come back with reinforcements. Perhaps we should vacate the premises?"
  9. "Worthyworthyworthyyyyyy..." The half-man, half-warforged slurred down and fell into unconsciousness at the impact of Faz' fist. The remaining pilot in the telekinetic bubble took one look at this, and started to flee the scene of the battle.
  10. "That I do," said Penda. "It's up near the top. You wanna climb with me on your back the whole way or should I order up a skycart, heretical magic that it is? Bearin' in mind it's a long way down, an' you might wanna not be tired by the time you get up there."
  11. Barricade fought off the assault, and shook his head at Lysa's rhetoric. "W-w-we s-serve something gr-reater-r than ourse-e-elves. The Emerald Claw is l-li-ife fo-for the wor-orthy - "
  12. "One person, specifically. A half-breed like - " Silvertooth paused, as Penda leaned over the bed. "Like what?" "... like such a fine person such as yourself. She's a half-elf named Beryl Syn. She's a frequent patron of the Grey Dragon. And - there are rumors that when they say she's a half elf, they mean half one kind of elf..." He waved towards Isstia. "...and half your kind of elf. Which, I am given to understand, is fairly rare, and may make this a family affair of yours, no?"
  13. Even though the shock of getting skinned by another bolt, Tobias' aim was true. Alpha steered straight into the jet of flame, and the instruments immediately fused; the telekinetic bubble collapsed, and the Eagle Claw fell to the ground, the pilot frantically trying to right the ship. The second one continued to concentrate on Tobias, but Tobias could tell that he was beginning to lose his nerve... Barricade's artificial arm reconfigured into a nasty looking drill, as he attempted to gore Lysa on it. But it refused to spin up, and Barricade stuttered out a curse of frustration. "W-w-work, you - work, y-y-you - working - work-ki-ing - " And the Terror Claws were either down or fled, so they didn't have a say in the proceedings.
  14. All failures; three Terror Claws are taken out. The fourth one freaks out and runs, so he's out of the fight unless someone decided to chase him. There was a mighty swing, and three soldiers of the Emerald Claw went flying. The fourth watched them go, took one look at Faz, and decided that years of radicalization and training mean jack spit in the face of a giant ogre that could sneeze a human in half. He ran.
  15. "Ah. Them. All right." The shifter looked at the ceiling, lost in thought. "All right, so: introductions. I'm known as Silvertooth - " He grinned, showing why, as several of his teeth were replaced with silver fillings. "And I am a middleman for artifacts from Xen'Drix. I match up buyers with sellers, and vice versa. "My job means I try not to ask too many questions about where they come from, but I have one hard rule: no magic. What happened was that I found out that a buyer that I'd been coordinating with through a third party was circumventing that rule by assembling artifacts that had little to no innate magical power on their own, but that combined, could be a different story. Besides being illegal... well. There are things on Xen'Drik you don't want mad at you. Such as - " He gestured vaguely towards Isstia. "They caught wind that I was thinking of going to the Sharn city guard - I wasn't, but the rumor was enough for them to try and do me in. My name is mud in the grey market antiquities world now and the second I get out of this bed I am heading out of this rathole of a city. Xen'drik's not worth the trouble. Your people can keep it."