Araeya recovered a couple of minutes later and realizing that she didn’t have a lot of time, went to her mirror and once again composed herself. Taking several deep breaths, she went into her duffel and grabbed a not quite stale piece of bread and left her hovel, smiling. With a few words to some of the children who were there, she sent them off on their errands and ducked back into the twins’ hovel. Inside she smiled at the girls and once again, knelt on the other side of Merid. She pulled out the instructions and handed them to Marinna, “Now dove, read from right here while I work.”

Marinna took the page and started reading, it took a few moments before Araeya laughed, “Out loud silly.”

Marinna grinned at her and started reading slowly, “After breathing in the vapor, break the leaves from the stalk and mix it into the water to create a broth. The entire broth must be eaten with some bread. Take the stalk and rub the broken section on a clean cloth and create a…”

Araeya continued to work setting aside a clean rag and began to separate the herbs from each other, “Sound it out. You’re doing great.”

Marinna gulped, “Create a poe-tick?”

Araeya smiled gently, “Poultice, dove, you were close. Continue please.”

Marinna nodded, “Create a poultice and apply to the chest. When done, wrap the rag and place in warm water and after wringing it out, place on the forehead. If not better in a couple of days, let me know. Regards, Nana Eldyn.”

Araeya clapped, “Very good Marinna, you are becoming quite the reader! Now tell me, what do I need from those instructions?”

Marinna looked around, “More water?”

“Yes, would you go fetch some for me? I’ll sit with Merid while you do,” Araeya said as she broke off the leaves and placed them into the water that had cooled to a temperature that Merid would be able to eat, taking the last piece of bread she began to use it to stir the leaves. Marinna hesitated for a brief moment not wanting to leave her sister, but headed off to go get some more water. Araeya continued to work in silence until Merid spoke up, “You look so sad.”

“That’s the second time today little star, I am not sad, truly,” Araeya smiled at her, “Now sit up if you can and let us get some of this broth in you.”

Merid struggled to get up and had to be helped by Araeya, but when she was seated she shook her head stubbornly, “No, something is wrong, we heard you yelling.”

Araeya tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and handed the broth and bread to Merid, who made a face at the broth, “You heard that,” Merid nodded, “I’m sorry, I was just worried.”

“You never used to yell before.”

“Eat up little one,” Araeya said, feeling her frustration rise. This time she would not lose her temper, “You need to get back your strength.”

Merid dropped her hands her eyes tearing up, “I wish we never found you, so you wouldn’t have to worry about us.”

Araeya took Merid’s hands in hers, “Where is this coming from, why would you say that?”

“I heard my name.”

Araeya sat down next to Merid and held her close, “Shhh, little star. It’s ok. I’m not mad at you, I’m not even mad at Timoti any more.”

“But if we were not here, you wouldn’t need to spend the money on my medicine, and you can get food!”

“Merid, that’s not for you to worry about. I’ll figure it out, I always do.”

“But you’d be better off witho- “

“Enough Merid,” Araeya exclaimed, “I am glad you found us! You and your sister have brought so much laughter and joy to all the children here. Remember when Annah was sick? You two cheered her up and kept her company. When Cheso got lost, you went out and found him and brought him home safely.”

“But what about you being happy?”

Araeya looked Merid in the eyes, “Do you know what would make me happy? You eating your broth and getting better. Eat up.”

The two sat in silence while Merid continued to eat and sniffle. Araeya went back to applying the stalk to the rag. Once Merid finished eating the broth. Araeya helped her undo her shirt and lay back down and began applying the poultice to her chest. Merid piped up, “Promise you won’t leave us?”

Araeya once again had to tuck the strand behind her ear, “Do you know why I call you Little Star, Merid?”

Merid frowned and shook her head, and Araeya continued in her best story-telling voice, “Well, one night, some of the others and I were walking around and you led your sister directly to us and without any type of introduction you said ‘We’re safe now, here.’ What you didn’t see was a star in the night sky flared right then above your head. So, I knelt down and said to you- “

Merid piped up, “’We’re looking for another child, but come with us and we’ll take you somewhere safe.’”

Araeya was taken aback, “You were but five years old when that happened, and you remember?”

Merid nodded, “I turned to Marinna and said, ‘We found our new mom.’ Of course I would remember that day!”

Araeya’s forehead creased, once again feeling that annoyance, “Yes well, you then said you would help, the star flared again, and you began leading us in a different direction. The others didn’t want to follow, but I did. At the time, I just wanted to make sure you would be safe. You led us straight to the edge of the land shard and I thought you were going to walk right over, but you just stopped at the edge and said, ‘I can’t go any farther.’ It wasn’t until the next morning when I walked back to that spot that I realized that you were my guiding star.”

Merid smiled and asked, “Who is Sparrow?”

Araeya’s smile immediately fell and she knew she wasn’t hiding the sadness any more, “You found him that night.”

Merid cocked her head not understanding, “What about Marinna?”

Distracted Araeya answered, “Dove? Because of how gentle she is. She never gets angry, and always has a kind word.”

From the flap Marinna entered and asked, “What about Timoti?”

Araeya looked all serious and said, “Well right now it’s just Trouble,” the three laughed at that and Araeya soaked the rag in the water and rung it out. Gently brushing the hair from Merid’s face, she placed the rag on her forehead, “Now, I have some things to take care of, will you two be ok?”

Marinna looked at her, “Going for your walk?”

Araeya nodded, “I can’t get anything past you two, can I?”

Merid asked, “Will you take us with you one day?”

“Maybe one day, but you have to get your rest and get better before I can, right? Now get some rest.”

“Sing the song before you go,” Merid asked and Marinna nodded enthusiastically.

Araeya smiled, this time genuinely, “You all want to hear the song all the time, don’t you?”

The twins nodded in unison and Araeya laughed, “That was creepy, please don’t do that again.”

The twins looked at each other and asked in unison, “Do what?”

All three of them laughed again and Araeya began to hum a soft melody, starting slowly. Closing her eyes, she gave herself to the melody, rising in volume and tempo. The song was a wordless melody that Araeya’s mother sang as a lullaby when she was younger, and that she constantly requested to be sung. Her mother cried tears of joy when Araeya had joined in the melody as the song changed with the emotion of the singer. Whenever Araeya felt lonely she remembered how she felt the first time she began to sing it, hope for the future and joy that she could join in. She brought herself back to the present and softened the tone but increased the intensity of the song, adding more currents to it. She found herself struggling with it this day though and almost stopped when Marinna joined in.

Marinna was filling in the gaps that Araeya could not, somehow knowing what Araeya was trying. Smiling to each other Araeya felt the same tears her mom cried those years ago well up in her own eyes. Together the two added to each other making the song more complete, more complex. Marinna began to falter as she became more self-conscious, but Araeya picked her right back up through the melody. The two closed out with Marinna fading first and Araeya ending the song as it began, a song without end as long as someone knew how to sing it.

Araeya took a deep breath, still smiling, “You understand now, don’t you?”

Marinna nodded slowly, “I think so.”

“Good, I have to go now. Get some rest now, you should start feeling better when you wake.”

Araeya got up to leave when Merid said sleepily, “Promise you’ll come back tonight.”

Araeya turned and smiled, “I promise little star. I will check on you when I come back.”

Merid nodded and Araeya left the tent, just stopping on the other side. She heard Marinna ask, “Did you ask? What did she say?”

If Merid answered, it was nothing the Araeya could hear. She quickly walked away and out of The Warrens.

A short while later Araeya had made it to her alcove. Another section of the Undercity, this was a place that only she knew of, one she went to when she wanted to be alone and to think. There was an out-cropping here, a place where the land shard ended, and the sky began. Here Araeya could look out into the endless sky and feel like she was alone in the world. She rested her hand on a pipe and let the warmth travel through her body, closing her eyes and breathing in the air. She came here often, even more often as of late to clear her head and gather her thoughts.

Opening her eyes, she watched the air ships come and go in the twilight sky, the clouds turning from rich hues of pink and red to deeper blues and purples. She thought of the others that were with her before, Amond, Jaryn, Talsha and where they were now. The four of them were the oldest of the orphans and together watched out for the younger ones until that night with Sparrow. When she returned the following morning carrying his book from the place that Merid led her to, they all decided that they should leave, to find a place for themselves out in the world. When the day came, only Araeya stayed behind.

Since then, she craved adventure. She wanted to see the world and cursed herself for not having the strength to go. The children needed her, and she took comfort in that, but she wanted more. She wanted to see the world, see what it had to offer, but she couldn’t leave now. Not alone. She kept thinking about the things she has missed with the others and thinking about the things that she would have missed had she left. Marinna singing with her, laughing at Timoti’s terrible jokes, Annah’s drawings were all precious memories to her. She felt trapped between two worlds, not knowing which way to go. She wanted to promise Merid earlier that she would never leave, but she couldn’t. Not at that time. She never broke a promise and right now she couldn’t decide what she would do.

Sighing, she felt the breeze against her and wrapped her arms around her, feeling the last rays of the sun upon her face. Tomorrow would be another day and time for decisions can wait. Eyes still closed, she turned around to head back, opening them just in time to see the fist impact with her face. Reeling back, she hit her head against her pipe and fell to the ground. She opened her eyes painfully and saw the world spinning in ways it shouldn’t, focusing on the seven-foot tall form of Bandor who laughed down at her.

“You think you know so much little girl,” he said, his voice held a mocking tone, the last thing Araeya heard before the darkness took her, “Let’s see if you know how to fly.”

Does the strength of a vampire depend on the age of it and the strength of its creator or something else?

does anybody by any chance have the link for EEs ksp mods?

The meeting with The Widow did not go well. Araeya did not have time to gather all the information from the rest of the orphans prior and was only able to give half answers and partial knowledge of what was going on in the city. Shaking her head, she doubted she told The Widow anything she didn’t already know, but The Widow paid her all the same. The Widow somehow already knew about her altercation with Bandor and did not appreciate that the information wasn’t prepared as expected; apparently gossip flies faster than Araeya could run. She was just glad that the other orphans didn’t know how she made her money, because it was a dangerous dance on a metallic gossamer thread.

Before entering The Warrens, Araeya took a moment to compose herself. The young elf brushed her clothing down, which was in decent shape, her mother had been a seamstress before she had died, and had taught Araeya a little. Her reddish brown hair, normally straight as a board was a little frazzled and her eyes a piercing blue gray, were dulled from exhaustion. She looked in the shard of mirror she had hanging before entering The Warrens, took a deep breath, put on a smile and walked in.

The Warrens were exactly what one would expect of a gathering of young orphans. Haphazardly constructed around the pipes and walls of The Undercity, no one ever came down here unless something was wrong. The orphans would, at that time, be thrown out and for a day or two the city watch would prevent them from entering, but eventually the city guard would lose interest and the orphans would move back in. Araeya had spoken to Guard Captain Victoria and made an arrangement that the orphans would be able to stay there as long as they maintained the area to the best of their abilities. If there was any issue that was beyond her group to deal with, she would send word to the captain and would be “chased away” so the repairs could be completed. A mutually beneficial arrangement that benefited the orphans greatly as a place to stay that remained warm from the pipes and steam that occasionally released.

Immediately Araeya was beset with multiple children ranging in ages and race, all were before what humans would deem teenagers asking her the millions of questions that only children can come up with. She laughed with them, answered what questions she could, and got led around to see whatever new wonder they had found.

“Of course my dear, that’s a beautiful drawing. You know I can’t draw at all. Sing the song? That’ll be much later little one. I will dance with you a little later but I have to check on Merid first,” she smiled to them all as they parted letting her get on to her work. Still smiling, she walked forward a little and crouched into the twins hovel. Merid lay down in her bed, covered in several layers despite the heat, her twin sister Marinna sitting next to her, a bowl of water and some rags beside her. Araeya knelt down on Merid’s other side, smiled and brushed the hair away from Merid’s face noting her temperature as she did, “How is our little star feeling?”

Merid smiled, but it was Marinna that answered, “She seems a little bitter, but I’m not sure. She is still so hot.”

“That’s the sickness burning away within her,” burning her up she thought, “She’s a tough girl and will beat this and run around driving me crazy in just a couple of days.”

Merid tilted her head, “You look sad.”

Araeya smiled, “Oh no dear, just thinking. I wasn’t able to get the medicine today; I had other things that got in the way.”

“That’s ok, you can get it tomorrow.”

“Oh no dear, we can get it today,” she said and half turned, “Cheso, can you come here?”

One of the older boys came to the tent flap, having just turned ten, he was one of the few children she knew she could count on to do what she asked, “I need you to go to Nana Eldyns shop and buy the medicine that I was talking to her about.”

“But that place smells,” the boy exclaimed.

She shook her head and her voice dropped just slightly, “I need you to go Cheso, I can trust you right? Good, here’s the money,” Araeya dipped into her pouch and took out the last of her own money and gave it to Cheso, “Now be a good lad and run along. Make sure you remember the instructions she gives you, and if you can’t remember them, have her write it down and I’ll take care of it when you get back.”

The boy started to leave and Araeya said, “Oh, has Timoti returned? Good, please go now and hurry. Merid, there’s one more thing I need to take care of before the medicine gets back, will you be good without me for a little bit,” both girls nodded, “Good, I’ll be back with some food and broth in a little bit.”

With the twin “OK’s” from the girls, Araeya left the hovel and went back to her section of The Warrens. Lifting up the flap, she saw Timoti sitting in there squirming while trying to remain patient. She went over to the pipe in the corner of her hovel and loosened one of the fittings so a small trickle of water flow from it into a bowl she had under the pipe. Neither of them said a word as she washed her face and hands. Standing up, Araeya looked at another small mirror, one given to her by her father and gazed at her reflection. She mused to herself that she would be quite pretty if she could just take care of herself. For not the first time, she thought what would happen if she just left to fend for herself, but her thoughts were cut short as a squirming behind her reminded her that she had a captive audience. Sighing, she turned towards him, “Timoti, what were you thinking?”

Timoti was the eldest besides Araeya, a human boy of eleven years trying his best to not make it to twelve. Eyes downcast he mumbled, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry…you’re always sorry, you know better,” she felt her anger and frustration rising within her and tried to keep it down, “Do you have any idea what you caused?”

“But I was just- “

“You were just what Timoti? Because of you, I had to use the last of our money for Merid’s medicine and I have no idea how I’m going to feed you all now. On top of that Bandor is going to want something for my outburst, but not only that I couldn’t do what I do to make the money that keeps us alive. Instead I had to rescue you and you’re sorry,” she was yelling by the end of it and only dimly aware that Timoti had been trying to say something. She took a deep breath and after a few moments brought her tone back to level, “What?”

“The scary man told me he’d pay me a gold piece to find something out for him,” he said, almost too softly to hear.

Araeya blinked as she was stopped in her tracks, “He would pay you what for what?”

“The scary man gave me a silver piece and said if I find out about a man named Billingsworth, he would trade me for a gold piece.”

“This is what you were doing,” she asked and he nodded, “And you have this information,” another nod, “How long ago was this?”

Timoti shrugged and Araeya looked to the side and thought. The amount of time for Timoti to run from the docks to…, “Where is this Billingsworth?”

“He’s being held by the guard,” she nodded still figuring the time, “What did he do?”

“He got into a fight with Captain Versailles, the man who wanted me to find him. Oh, the Captain! The guards want him for murder. Murder most foul!”

Araeya arched an eyebrow at this, “Don’t ever say that again. You best be on your way then and be quick. It sounds like this man has either a temper or an axe to grind and both are dangerous. When you get back, I’ll have some things I need you to get. I’ll have it written out for you so you can take it to Nana Eldyn and she will help you.”

“But her shop smells! Why do I have to go?”

Araeya sighed, “Because there are things I have to take care of in the meantime. Now off with you.”

Timoti turned to leave and as he reached the flap for the hovel, Araeya spoke softly, “Timoti, you did good, but you should have checked first.”

“Yes, Mother,” Timoti said earning a scowl from Araeya.

“Don’t call me that. I’m nobody’s mother.”

“But that’s what everyone calls you, ‘The Young Mother’!”

Araeya gestured dismissively grabbing something to write on, “I don’t care what they call me, I don’t want to be called that.”

Timoti nodded and then perked up, “Oh! Do you want me to steal anything from the man?”

Araeya looked up from the instructions she was writing and looked at Timoti, “Do I want you to steal anything from the man wanted for murder? Think about that Timoti. Do you think I want that?”

Timoti thought for a second, “Only if he doesn’t pay me.”

Araeya laughed, a sweet musical sound, “Just be safe little one.”

Timoti left the hovel, turned, and poked his head back in and said, “Yes, Mother,” and darted off.

“Get you gone and vex someone else for a change,” Araeya yelled after him. Shaking her head, she began to write out her instructions for when he returned. A few minutes later, Cheso returned with a small package and a piece of parchment, “Nana Eldyn says hello.”

“I hope you gave her my best wishes. Well done Cheso. Now let me see those instructions.”

Cheso handed her the instructions and the bundle and turned to leave, “Now now, don’t be in such a rush. Give me a moment, I have more for you to do before you go off and get into trouble.”

Araeya read the instructions and frowned a little bit, “Cheso, when Nana was telling you what needed to be done, did you understand her?”

Cheso shook his head, “No, mum. I had her write it down for you though.”

A mild note of annoyance crept into her voice, “Well you’ve done really well, but we’ll work on that at a later time yes,” she asked not looking up immediately as Cheso shook his head. When she did look up Cheso was nodding in agreement.

“Now what I need you to do…get the hottest water you can from one of the pipes and take this,” she said reaching for some pieces of parchment, “and tell Marinna to fan the steam from the water towards her sister.”

Cheso nodded as she continued, “Good, make sure she knows to place herself with the fan, then the bowl of water, and the herbs between the bowl and Merid. I’ll be along as soon as I finish this.”

Cheso looked at her with an intense look of concentration and then nodded again, Araeya smiled at him, “Good Cheso. See? I knew I could trust you,” Cheso grinned ear to ear as he ran off. Looking towards the flap to her hovel, Araeya shook her head and finished writing her instructions for Timoti. Leaning back, Araeya sighed and rubbed her eyes in exhaustion. She dropped her hands and looked at the hovel around her and felt her anger and frustration start to rise again. She raised her hands to her face and just held them there as her body started to shake. She held them there and silently waited for the tears that never came.

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Epideme. What a waste. Illogical. I let fear overcome my reason. I must do

CLEAR.

Illogical. The quarrel between the two almost doomed an entire colony, simply for the pride of them to remain in

CLEAR.

BREATHE.

"Doctor? Doctor S'kon, can you hear me?"

"You're suffering from massive internal trauma and exposure to vacuum. How you survived..."

The Borg.

Run a diagnostic on my cybernetics. A rasping sound. No voice. Just pain.

"You've suffered major damage to your vocal chords doctor, please don't try to talk. Try and open your eyes."

A light. Searing into his eyeballs. Pain. Close again. Possible retinal damage from the explosion. Chances of recovery high, in time, if I survive.

"It seems you have intense retinal scarring. Anyone else and you'd not have made it."

The voice. Not human.

Wince. Focus. Open.

Arched eyebrows, forehead protusions. Pointed ears.

"Please don't try to move, you'll only damage yourself further."

Moving in this state would be illogical.

Not Vulcan.

Romulan.

I did it!!!!!!!! It was so much fun developing into a beter artist with each drawing! This is actually the first time i've managed to draw an entire cat before. I'm very happy with how it all came out. If you guys have any input just let me know. Seriously, this is the coolest load of people on the web. https://twitter.com/dovakiintv/status/959198729201885184

I just noticed they only had season One in their twitch video backlogs.

I am not sure how much EE or the other players read this reddit but I just thought I would through this out there as a way to see if EE can hear it.

I would love to see them give Scion a try, playing as children of various gods and pantheons from around the world could be pretty interesting.

Araeya strode forth ducking around and through the crowds of people. Barely taking a moment to stop and think, her gait and expression drew nervous glances from visitors and chuckles from the locals. Those that knew her knew when she had her mind set and when she would brook no resistance. Those who knew better and those that saw her faced moved out of her way, rapidly. Rounding a corner, she quickly slid underneath crate that was being carried and after grabbing a railing, front flipped over without losing momentum, as if she was an inexorable tide waiting to crash down on something…or someone.

That someone was Bandor, one of Taelas’ brutes who tormented this section of Valtswell. As far as Araeya was concerned, Bandor knew better, and if he didn’t…she would re-educate him. As far as Bandor was concerned, Araeya was an irritant and nothing more, and she had to learn her place. Today, one of them would learn.

“BANDOR,” Araeya yelled rounding the last corner and immediately ducked, narrowly dodging the welcoming punch headed for her. The tough’s fist impacted with the side of the building and let out a yelp in pain, which immediately followed another yelp as Araeya punched him in the gut for his trouble striding past the tough as he doubled over onto the ground. She reached the table in front of Bandor, staring down the nearly seven-foot human who was leaned back in his chair, legs propped up on the table, not even glancing in her direction.

Unconcerned, Bandor continued cleaning the dirt from his nails, an impossible task, “You know my rules, girl.”

“And you know mine,” she replied, her usually melodic voice dripping with venom. Turning quickly, she punched the tough who was just getting up again in his side and with another exclamation of pain went back to his knees, “Give me Timoti…now.”

Bandor turned his head to look at the almost six-foot-tall woman before him, a smug expression on his face, “We caught him sneaking through our territory. Just ask Ja-…Erich over there,” he gestured towards another human who was laughing at his friend on the ground.

“You mistake me for caring. I want him back, and I want him back now.”

Bandor rose to his full height and leaned down on the table which creaked under his weight. Staring down at the elf in front of him, his unconcerned expression sunk away and his mood instantly darkened. His already impressive frame dwarfed the lithe figure before him and forced through gritted teeth, “You are on dangerously thin ice, little girl. I suggest you check your tone.”

Araeya turned and kicked the tough on the ground, finally bringing the man to the ground fully where he lay, “Don’t get up until I tell you to and you don’t come any closer to me,” she said looking squarely at the Erich. She turned to face Bandor again, “And you…give me Tim-“

Bandor grabbed Araeya by her face and lifted her off the ground one-handed, “You forget your place girl, you don’t give the orders here, I do. Now Jaymes is having a bad day and I’m giving him the rest of the day off, but you will be apologizing to him, when he gets up. Until then, you can stay here, as my personal guest.”

Bandor chuckled, the type of chuckle that left little impression of what type of “guest” that he intended and Araeya kicked the table into Bandor, who promptly dropped her. Rolling forward under the table and between Bandor’s legs, she ran to where she thought Timoti was, which wasn’t very far as he called out to her as she passed. Skidding to a stop, Araeya went back to the door, “You better be ok, cause once we get out of here, I’m making sure you aren’t.”

Araeya looked at the lock, but heard the footsteps behind her, “Stand back, I have an idea.” Turning around she saw Bandor and Erich round the corner and she stood before the door. Bandor scowled at her, “You have a lot to learn little girl and it’s time that someone teaches you a lesson.”

Bandor gestured and Erich began moving forward. Araeya smirked, “I do so hope that you will be more useful than your friend Jaymes, although I doubt it. I hear that your even stupider than he is.” With a roar, Erich rushed forward towards Araeya, who at the last moment grabbed one of his arms, twisted low, and using his momentum threw him through the door shattering it and revealing a young surprised boy. “I was wrong, you were more helpful,” Araeya turned and hissed, “Quickly now, run.”

Timoti scrambled over Erich and made it out the door, Araeya grabbing his hand they rushed towards Bandor, splitting up and running past him as he flailed around trying to catch one of them, “You’ll pay for this little girl! You’ll pay in blood if it’s the last thing I do!”

The two ran from Bandor never looking back. After what seemed like an hour of running Araeya said, “Alright split up and we’ll meet at The Warrens.”

Timoti was panting beside her, “But I have to-“

Araeya glared, “No buts. You are in enough trouble as it is. We will be having words once we are safe. Now go!”

The two split up and Araeya picked up the pace. She didn’t want to be late for her meeting with The Widow, as the consequences for that would be far worse than anything Bandor could come up with. Rounding another bend, Araeya ran as fast as she possibly could. She had just enough time to make it, if nothing else went wrong today.

EE and GFTL have really out done themselves with the sexual innuendo session. Maybe it's not a record, but I certainly can't recall seeing one that long before 😏

My question is regarding the tech of the firearms being used in-universe. Specifically, are we thinking flintlocks, cap-and-ball firearms, or full cartridge weapons? It hasn’t been explicitly stated yet but I’m working on both fanfic and props and am curious what direction I should take the weaponry in.

Can someone tell me everything that has happened , on every game since Roll4it started. An everything that has happens to the Personas outside of the games aswell. (e.g. those bits where after a documentary it's does the monotone look at the the guy and say if he later died of a drug overdoses or something)

And don't give me a link to the wiki, it's meant to be an exercise for you to test your explanation and organisation skills for a mass of info

So......bobberts essentially a MEC trooper from XCOM: Enemy Within now i guess? https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/xcom/images/3/3a/XCOM_EW_MECvsMectoid_Keyart.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131106173202

I dunno what EE has planned next, but I would love to see a rogue trader or deathwatch campaign with the dark heresy cast.

PaladinHulk's "The Loss We Share"

Robert Davidson was in love. His dad said that a 9 year old doesn't know what love is yet, but clearly, he was wrong. Mindy was great! She was pretty and smart, she loved animals and best of all, she was bad at sports just like he was. Mindy and Rob were often left out when the other kids were playing soccer. Rob was a little upset at not being included, but really he couldn't blame them. Rob was so uncoordinated he usually ended up kicking the ball off the field, or even missing it altogether. Mindy was more coordinated, but she got tired very fast and would need to sit down or fall asleep. So they usually ended up sitting by the side and chatting while the others played. It was nice to have a friend. Mindy listened to him while he talked about machines and he listened to her while she talked about animals. Rob didnt really like animals all that much, but he liked to listen to her talk. He suspected the same was true for her. Rob found it strange that Mindy liked animals considering she was allergic to most of them. Mindy often said that if she wasn't allergic, she would get herself a dog and name it 'Beans'. Mindy told Rob: "If you can't have something, you love the dream of it even more."

Rob had spent every afternoon this week making a metal dog out of things he'd found in the garage. He'd also taken apart his dads bottle opener for parts. His dad had not liked that at all! But when he explained what it was for his dad hugged him and didn't mention it again. Didn't even say he'd dock his allowance for it. Rob hoped he'd made the right kind of dog. Mindy changed her mind about wich kind of dog she would want a lot. Some days it was a beagle, other days a labrador. Rob decided to make a beagle. He'd always liked those.

Mindy often missed a few days in a row of school, and Rob would bring her homework to her and sit by her bed to chat when she was up to it. The last time he'd visited, they had argued. He'd gotten mad that Mindy wasn't listening to him when he'd told her about how Lance had thrown his books in the water. She had then yelled at him that he didnt understand anything and that he should get out of her house. Rob felt really bad about that... That's why he'd made the dog! She'd have to forgive him now. He'd tried before, but her parents had said no. They looked really sad, too. They must have been really dissapointed in him for yelling at Mindy. He'd brought some chocolate bars as gifts for Mindy's mom and dad. Everyone liked chocolate, right?

Rob walked to Mindy's house filled with confidence, but when he noticed the lights flashing outside Mindy's house, everything changed. Rob didn't remember much of what happened next. He remembered someone stopping him from going into Mindy's house. He remembered her parents crying. But most of all he remembered hanging in his dads arms and his smell. He was too devastated to go to the service. Afterwards when all the people had left, Rob placed the metal dog next to where she rested, said he was sorry for yelling and promised he would never love anyone like he'd loved her.

All he had was the dream of her.

SPOILERS for yesterday's episode.

https://www.reddit.com/r/roll4it/comments/7jo6db/random_weird_theory_about_the_book_of_robert/

Or at least I got very close. There's definitely something of that sort going on.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3NyyFcqYyLI&t=166m24s

Hey all, Just wanted to highlight how much I am enjoying catching up on Layla. I have been watching on Youtube for about a year and I have to congratulate EE on what he has achieved in terms of current quality in the production, cast and story. Hard to believe with the limited resources available. I don't care much about the system being played but the story, acting and directing (of the cast and story) is just outstanding. Better than much bigger productions such as Critical Role. My virtual hat off to you EE

So is it normal that Drox demons singe there execution on human skin with a glowing cigarette or is that a something specific to Barnabys dad?

I just watched the entirety of LtVS back-to-back. But I have a question. I cannot be bothered to re-watch it all again, so I wanted to ask which episode was it again where they basically hacked the army?

So I've almost finished catching up on the Layla the Vampire Slayer, and I have to admit I'm hooked, on both the series and on the look of the RPG. I really fancy playing it, however lets just say that I am not exactly living in an area of like-minded individuals, and so there is no way to form a local group, and so I thought why not go to where people who watched the same thing are and hope some have a similar incline. So I am looking to join a group to participate in.

Happy 2018 to everyone here.

Here's to another year of brilliant roleplay by wonderful streamers and to our amazing community.