Quote of the Week from my gaming group...

[teh bunneh]

Nikita Borislev : Hulking brute of an Ussuran, axeman and ship's bosun. A stickler for the pirate way of life.

Nikita explains his tardiness after taking the newest member of the crew for a night on the town...
Nikita: I warned everyone in the bar that if anything happened to Levasseur, I would kill everyone there....which is why I am late.

That pretty much defines Nikita right there. Savagely violent, but incredibly devoted to the ship and her crew.

[DocMan]

And it took her a while to chase down and kill all of those people?

Doc

[teh bunneh]

Him. And yes, that was the implication.

[Enforcer84]

New Pathfinder campaign started tonight. I was sad, very sad that the old one folded but our GM a full time student, part time worker, full time Dad was not having the time to give an original campaign the proper attention. So we started one of the Adventure Paths. As there is only three party members, to save effort of reworking the adventures we will be using gestalt classes, making us more potent individually

Our chracters are:
Vahne (Vain) Dulack: Ranger/Cleric of Desna (Goddess of Luck, Travel, Liberty)
Zerendraken: Flamboyant Sorcerer/Cleric of the Goddess of Glory
Orakpo: Dwarven thug (rogue/fighter)

We meet for the first time as a festival and consecration of a new Cathedral is attacked by Goblins. Goblins who chant. (Zarendraken and Vahne speak the goblin tongue, Orakpo does not.

Zerendraken: "Goblins die and goblins learn, fight a dragon -feel his burn!"
Vahne: "Goblins bleed, Goblins die...I got nothing else."
Orakpo: "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ALL SAYING?!?!"

Zerendraken has a bad dice night. He's almost slain when Vahne releases positive energy and the charges up and kills the gob he was fighting.
Vahne: "Sir! It is safer for civilians in the Cathedral!"
Zerendraken: "....I am NOT a civilian!" *pouts*

Vahne Climbs up a building to battle a Gob archer, who ...draws his knife and throws it off the edge...He'd meant to drop his bow but got...excited. Then he critted the hero with his bow but brokeit. Vahne missed him and he then tackled Vanhne off the building...(critting again)...his luck ran out and when they toppled to the ground he broke his opponents fall.

Vahne (getting up and dusting himself off): "That was pretty epic, huh?"
Orakpo: "We saw what happened."
Vahne: "Ah. That's...too bad."

and not much of a quote (that could be said of most of this I suppose) but hella funny. In the course of the battle, Zerendrake had his clothes burned off...but kept fighting
Vahne: "Here." (giving him his cloak so he could cover himself)

More gobs show and the Sorcerer charges one.
GM: "You see the singed sorcerer sprinting to the goblin, flapping in the wind - THE CLOAK! The cloak was flapping in the wind!"

[teh bunneh]

One of my players announced over email that he can't make the game this week (what a slacker! Just 'cause your wife has a new baby, you're gonna blow off gaming???) His character, Brontus, is a big barbarian bruiser. He deals a lot of damage, and takes a lot of damage. And this conversation ensued:

Brontus (OOC): It's cool. I'll send Bill my charsheet and someone else can play him this week.

Rody (OOC): Yeah, that's what they all say *before* we charge their character into a beholder breeding pit. (What, you didn't think beholders bred? Oh, yeah, they breed alright, like a nasty, sticky tangle of unspeakable tether-balls....)

Aester (OOC): My big concern is that usually when someone says "play my character" that means we get to make him run in and be our first meat shield. But... Brontus does that anyway.... How would we completely exploit his character if we couldn't abuse him the normal way?

[Blue]

To be fair, we have long game sessions, since we only game once every two weeks. So they (are supposed to) start at noon and end around midnight, with a dinner break in the middle.

Still, I couldn't help but answer this way, loaded with sarcasm, when the subject of game starting time came up in e-mail this week...

"Let’s follow the usual procedure. I’ll be earlier than whatever time is suggested. The GM will be later than the time suggested. Everyone else will be an hour after that. Joe, if you don’t have soccer or little league then you need to adopt some more kids just to have some more soccer or little league so you can be later. Robert lives the closest, so he’ll show up last and leave first. Ow. I sprained my sarcasm muscle. That’s what I get for not being able to stretch it at work."

Hopefully they'll have better comments at the game.

[Enforcer84]

One of my players announced over email that he can't make the game this week (what a slacker! Just 'cause your wife has a new baby, you're gonna blow off gaming???) His character, Brontus, is a big barbarian bruiser. He deals a lot of damage, and takes a lot of damage. And this conversation ensued:

Brontus (OOC): It's cool. I'll send Bill my charsheet and someone else can play him this week.

Rody (OOC): Yeah, that's what they all say *before* we charge their character into a beholder breeding pit. (What, you didn't think beholders bred? Oh, yeah, they breed alright, like a nasty, sticky tangle of unspeakable tether-balls....)

Aester (OOC): My big concern is that usually when someone says "play my character" that means we get to make him run in and be our first meat shield. But... Brontus does that anyway.... How would we completely exploit his character if we couldn't abuse him the normal way?

"In this episode of Bloodmatter, Brontus gets a makeover! And goes shopping."

[cranialspasm]

"In this episode of Bloodmatter, Brontus gets a makeover! And goes shopping."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3DaXJmo9cro

[Drhoz]

Edge City - Back In Town

Trawler : 12-ft tall, 12-ft wide brick, with the grace of a cat-burgular
Terminus : Genetic warrior, now with a family of clone-brothers and a hybrid dog-soldier clone sister known as The Bitch
Avatar : An incandescent headache for NERC
Zero : Increasingly disturbing sword-wielding mentalist

Weldun : Wild-eyed crystal-gazers, who ain't afraid to die...

Zero: It's been a year since I've been able to do any work on healing Lancer's brain ... On the other hand it's been a year, maybe my mother's dead

Zero : Just because I wear black doesn't mean you can start humming the Imperial March when I come in.
Trawler : But you've got a black cloak as well.
Zero : Good point.
Weldun : And that glowing sword...
Zero : Hmm. But you can ignore the breathing, that's just asthma

Trawler's ongoing problem with the thirteens.

Stentorian : You buy your underwear at Target

Trawler : So there's a new tabula rasa?
Weldun, GM : No, there's a new status quo
Stentorian : Can we get Trawler a Latin dictionary for Christmas?

The Edge City police are sending uplifted animals into Freaktown.

Weldun, GM : The Freaks don't like it when they come around. They call them sell-outs.
Zero: Uncle Tomcats.

Weldun, GM : You can get Zero to set up an investment portfolio. After all he has no morals when he's out of the mask.
Stentorian : Captain Ethics.
Weldun, GM : Detect Right Or Wrong : Sense Group - Ethics, Obvious Inaccessible Focus (Costume).

Weldun, GM : The Nuclear Energy Regulatory Commission is getting annoyed with Avatar because whenever he's bored he plays "Popcorn" on the dosimeters.

Weldun, GM : Nemesis doesn't have a mentalist on the team.
Terminus : Good point - it's one of our advantages over them
Zero: Yay! I'm an advantage!

Terminus : Uh... Zero? Your mother is here to see you...
Zero:*hides in the roof Tell her I caught smallpox in an alternate dimension.

Zero : No, maybe you shouldn't wear black - it makes the prophecies too confusing when the rest of us wear the same colour.

Weldun, GM : It's actually in the Artshow rules now - all geometry must be Euclidean

Weldun, GM : The Edge City Agora...
Trawler : oh, Agora! I've had Edge City Angora on my notes.

In Cthulhu, Col. Lancaster, Lucy Kennedy, Amy Wells, Paddy McGinty have fled Innsmouth ( in Joe Sargent's bus, no less )

Me, GM: You already knew things in Innsmouth were deeply shady, that you were potentially implicated in the death of one of their favoured sons, that you were most definitely involved in the murder of unarmed citizens, and that the local police were lying about cases, and that somebody was going through your luggage at the hotel... But you went to the police to report a case of child neglect! I realise that suicide is an entirely appropriate reaction to Lovecraftian horrors, but there are easier ways to do it!

Lucy Smith OOC : We're going on a magical murder mystery tour

Lucy Smith : We go to the bank to get all our money out
Me,GM: In the middle of the night?
Paddy McGinty : That's *one* way to get money from a bank...
Amy Wells : Perhaps we shouldn't add bank robbery to everything else we achieved?

Paddy finally explains why he got so disturbingly enthusiastic about Bernie's invention of magical microsurgery and limb transplants, in a long impassioned speech about his war-mangled hand

Paddy McGinty : "... and when I can sew bits on I'll be a whole man again!"
Amy & Lucy : *long pause.... collapse laughing*

Paddy McGinty : Lets go to Las Vegas!
Me,GM : Where?
Paddy McGinty : Las Vegas!
Me,GM : Where? The Las Vegas you're thinking of doesn't exist for another 20 years
Paddy McGinty :.... Must have got a vision of the future when I got that brick to the head.
Lucy Smith OOC : Hang around 20 years and you can meet Bugsy Siegel and appear in the biopic. Who'll play you?
Paddy McGinty OOC : Brad Pitt!

[Matt Holck]

Marcus opens a hole in the present to travel back to that time point in the near future
Near Future Marcus steps through and blocks a basket ball aimed at Present Marcus's head.
Present Marcus "glad you came back to watch my back"
Near Future Marcus "you're back is my back"

Stooge tell the Boss about the failed bank robbery attempt

It was either him or the other guy.
The heist was smooth running and up until this ice cream truck pulls up.

[Enforcer84]

Game II in the new Pathfinder Campaign

Our characters are:
Vahne (Vain) Dulack: Ranger/Cleric of Desna (Goddess of Luck, Travel, Liberty)
Zerendraken: Flamboyant Sorcerer/Cleric of the Goddess of Glory
Orakpo: Dwarven thug (rogue/fighter)

So we managed to fend off the Goblins and became heroes to the town of Sandpointe; we're getting free food, room and board for the duration of our stay, and ...other amenities.

Zerendraken lost his signature flowing golden locks and was feeling despondent when he was approached by a breathless (and breathtaking) young woman who feared there was a goblin in her families' cellar.

Being a gentleman and wannabe hero, he follows her. When they get there he impresses her with a display of magic (summoning lights to investigate the cellar) and then she impresses him with a display of flesh. It seems there wasn't a goblin in her cellar, but a nice comfy couch.

As the young woman showed her gratitude, a loud voice boomed, "What's going on here!"
Turning to see her angry father wielding a broom. In an attempt to talk his way out, the Loquacious Zerendraken blurted, "She said there were Goblins in there!"
An enraged shriek beside him made him wince.

Among the festivities that remained for the festival, was a performance by a renown diva at the theater. Her name was Alleshandra and she was...a dwarf. Orakpo was ... interested.
He'san uncivilized guttersnipe out for adventure and thrills; she's a bored socialite former slave singing sensation -- they fight crime!...or have a midnight tryst.
"You wax your beard?" He was heard shouting.

And finally a noble looking for excitement as well as being in the heroes' company, took us boar hunting.
Zerendraken's dice abandoned him again and he got gored.
"You're really fortunate that the Heroes of Sandpointe are your friends!"

Vahne unfortunately had little interesting happen to him. Though he did get a few giggles for his shopping for clothes trip with Zerendraken.

[teh bunneh]

From my "Bloodmater" fantasy game last weekend. We've got a new character in the group, a dragon-man named Aester. The group is in the middle of a major battle...

GM: OK, the evil dwarves just went. Boots, it's your turn <looking at Aester's player>.
Aester (OOC): Why are you calling me "Boots"? My name is... <long, long pause> Oh.

[Susano]

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>_>

Uhmm... I'm not getting it.

[matrix3]

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>_>

Uhmm... I'm not getting it.

He is part dragon. IE, "dragon skin" boots, or "gator skin" boots...at least, that's how I took it.

[teh bunneh]

Matrix has it right. He's a reptile, therefore his skin can make a nice pair of boots.