Treasures
|George looked at his cards, looked up across the table, and back at the cards. He bit his lip. Finally he asked, "Does a straight beat a flush?"
Edison tried not to smile. His partner looked like a twenty-something hipster, but sometimes acted a lot younger. Point one: George had blown off his friends, who were going to a club to pretend to listen to droning electronica, to hang out and play cards. Point two: He wanted to play poker, just like his father. Point three: They did this almost every month, and George still couldn't remember how to play.
Unofficial Business
|For Ophilia it was just another day. She was a bit frustrated with the events that had unfolded last night at the auction, and was still upset with her best friend, Christie Danner. Irritation aside, she was also troubled with her own conundrum that she'd stepped into when she'd won Stone at the bachelor event. The general emotions of the night had been a turmoil from others, and she still didn't know how deep that stunt had put her. Little did she know that the crux of her world was but a minor blemish compared to what her teammates at the auction had suffered.
Costs
|This is the tale of how Vincento Luciano DiSantiago dies.
It's not a good death, esepcially from Vincento's point-of-view. It came as a surprise, as death often does, though in a DiSantiago's case it really shouldn't have. They are special people, with special privilidges. The world is their toy, to do with as they please. No gate is locked, no secret safe, should a DiSantiago bend their will towards obtaining access to these things. But there is a price for the power they wield on earth.
A terrrible, terrible price - one that cannot be avoided.
Stone & Avatar: Iron Horses (Part Six)
|Avatar followed the faint sound of music through the garage. He'd stuck his head in here months ago when Ophilia gave him the official tour; back then it was a large, sterile space with a few token shelving units and worktables. Now the shelves and work surfaces had multiplied and there was a whiff of oil and Lava in the air. At the far end of the garage, where the music became recognizable as Pink Floyd, the hoverbikes sat in a neat row, exciting and intimidating under their canvas coverings.
The Price of Power.
|Walking through the hospital, the young intern nodded in greeting as he passed some familiar faces, but did not stop for a chat. A high profile patient had recently arrived, and it had cost him a pretty penny to be the on call when they arrived. He reached the elevator bank and pressed the button, standing back to wait for his car. Fairly quickly, it arrived and the doors slid open, revealing the buxom blond candy striper he’d been hitting on recently.
"Hey bunny" he said with a smile
"Hi" she replied with a little blush "You goin to the party tonight?"
"You goin?" He stepped into the elevator, brushing against her as he passed, giving her a charming smile.
Happy Birthday Richard!
|Everyone wish Richard a very happy day - or Soldier Boy will show up drunk at your house at 3:00 am, a hooker in tow, to crash on your couch.
CZ: In the Thicket of it.
The ground sloped gently downhill as Ash and Ryke made their way Westwards, the scrub trees and brush thicker in small areas, was easy to move through, and maintain a steady direction. After most an hour, the two were able to learn a few more things bout their foes. The halfhorses could move much faster than the rest, and there were two of them. There were also ten of them total, though it took about four miles of tracking to figure out that two of them, would stop and move on all fours for hundreds of yards at a time.
CZ: The Bluffs of Ga'their
The ground was fairly level heading east. Scrub woods and low rolling hillocks for a solid two miles. The mists had long since cleared, their chill forgotten as the sun shined warm on the three youths. Even their newfound armor and weapons seemed light, though their packs were a bit heavier than before. Making their way to the very top of the gulley, the view was breathtaking. The gully was a drain, a waterfall that ate its way back into the bluffs.
2010 Initiative - Member Input Requested
|I wanted to take an opportunity to get some feedback from members regarding the site functionality and design at NextGen RPG. Last year, we threw together a site, super quick and throughout the year added to it and improved it so that it was easier for our members to use. The speed with which we built her, serviced our needs very well at the time, because we needed a functioning site as soon as we could, so that we could resume game play.
Enter the Elleseon Legion
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The small boat slipped across the surface of the river with minimal effort, long ago it had been fashioned by the patient and loving hands of an Elven boatwright. The wood used was Elleseon, and the boatman had heard it said that the boats of the craftsman carried an enchantment, to be immune from capsizing. The boatman doubted that, but there was no question that it was a fine craft.
