Saturday Morning Guns, Goblins, and Steel

[Felrisen]

I'm getting "server timed out" when I try to log on

[Vanya Mia]

((Getting a server timed out message on the issued IP too, LB, and can't see your server in listings either.))

[Lazybones]

Looks like my IP refreshed. Try 108.207.35.206:5121, same PW.

[Mirgalen]

IC

Wasn't there a say like never make a deal with the devil?

Majid vaguely remembered that old song from Iron Maiden "666 the number of the beast
Hell and fire were spawned to be released" something about hell or the Abyss.
Wasn't that the British band with a mummy as a mascot?

Here they were, stuck between Fire and Ice. Fire and Ice? Another old song from Pat Benatar it seems.
For the time being they had no choice but to play along as puppets in a big war hoping to buy a safe return "home". And where would that be if it was true? Another universe? A land in some distant future where orcs and goblins armed with automatic weapons are raiding the farms and small towns? Or perhaps a place where humans were enslaved...

OOC

Lesson learned: Checking here is probably better than e-mail if server is down
Q: For some reason I don't have ggs.tlk, is the file obsolete?
Q: At what lvl will we finish the campaign?
(Trying to plan for relevant skills/feats)

[Lazybones]

There is no ggs.tlk file. ggs.hak can be downloaded at http://nwvault.ign.com/View.php?view=Ha ... il&id=7153.

[Vanya Mia]

And then there were four. Seven of them had been dragged here and three were gone. Two she had thought left to avoid being forced to go home, but the priest had intimated he had a hand in their demise. Though she'd seen death, and had to come to terms with the loss of comrades in arms before, this was the worst.

Her thoughts turned back to the death of her gunner, the friend she'd not had time to mourn, and the bent and broken form of his body. But no, even that was not the same. He would have been found. He would have been honoured. His body had not been ripped near in two and carried off to who knew what by a denizen of what could only be referred to as hell.

What's more, they'd lost a leader. For all that the Sergeant's decisions had been questionable on occasion, who was she to judge? Who was anyone to judge, in truth, as they were all far beyond their comfort zone and making them in circumstances that could not have anticipated by any form of training.

But perhaps there was a chance, as the huge creature of cold fire had intimated. The rules were not the same around here, they'd already seen that far too often, and perhaps they could find the sergeant still. She was sure the creature they had agreed to help was no better than whatever creature they went to face, but right now she saw no choice. One thing Magda was certain of, though, was given where they now were - they couldn't just leave a man behind.

[Felrisen]

Hi everyone,

Sorry about the short notice but I have to do an errand during game time so I won't be able to make today

Have fun regardless!

Fel

[Shadani]

No matter what world you were end up in, one thing will always be certain: you'll never run out of people looking for someone to do their dirty work for them.

Corporal Greggs just never thought one of those people would end up being a literal Demon lord.

Trusting anyone they met at this point would be foolish. He'd been skeptical about the Duke and the High Priest from the start, but they had nothing on the denizens of this world with regards to dodginess. But just what were their options? They'd been offered access to the armories and their favourite priest back. They seemed to be fresh out of reasons to refuse. Save perhaps that this Lord Zurgon would probably tear them in half if they were to take advantage of his kindness.

Maybe the best thing they could do right now was just shrug and roll the damn dice.

[Karvon]

As a kid, Junior had heard a lot about Heaven and Hell on a regular basis at the local church his mom had marched the family off to every Sunday while he was growing up. It'd been made quite clear Hell was nowhere anyone ever wanted to end up in. Over the years, it'd been intimated, on more than one occasion, that's exactly where he was heading if he didn't shape up and toe the line. With age, his initial fears - and the corresponding constraints on his behavior - had diminished. In society at large, and certainly at public schools he attended, such places were viewed as little more than old myths of little relevance in modern day life. Now, he was here, and he wasn't so sure of what to make of it all.

There was no arguing with the fact there were devils and demons of all shapes, sizes and powers. The team had met and battled many different creatures in this place, some successfully, some not so. The top dogs and their chief henchmen obviously had powers beyond anything he could imagine and he didn't relish the thought of having to tangle with such at all. The Sarge's fate was stark evidence of the likely result of a direct head-on assault against these beings. No, there'd have to be another way.

...and thinking of Sarge, raised other questions. In this version of the universe, there were obviously multiple levels of existence. The LT had been brought back from death at least once that he could recall, so death, as he was used to thinking about it, really didn't exist. Sarge's body'd been rended - according to his team mates who witnessed his demise, but his spirit might still be around somewhere. But then demons and devils seemed capable of capturing souls and feeding off them, so there was no guarantee he'd escaped such a fate, and might be truly dead and gone.

Now if Hell was a reality in this universe, then logic - and certainly the priests of this world - demanded the belief in Heaven and beings of power that resided in such a place. Junior wondered whether those had any reach or influence in this domain. They must have some, as the priest had used their powers at least a time or two before he'd gotten separated from the team. Given the priest was an agent of the enemy, he was a bit surprised the demon lord had seemed amiable to restoring him to the team. On the other hand, that could simply be another sign of how desperate, and unlikely, this mission they'd agreed to do was. It was something he'd have to keep in mind, though it wasn't like they had a whole lot of choice in the current straights they were in.

Looking on the bright side, at least the demon had promised to provide them with arms and armor to help with the task. Anything would be better than the worn out long sword he'd first picked up off a dead bandit shortly after they'd arrived or the equally marginal Ork bow he'd been forced to rely on. Neither weapon had proved of any value against anything but the weakest demons they'd run into. His body armor was showing it's age as well, as the plates had worn down and become partially fractured with their continued use long beyond what was normally expected. Yeah, a refitting in a demonic armory would definitely be welcomed.

He would have to ponder the implications of all this more, and find time to chat up the priest, once he was able to rejoin the team.

[Lazybones]

+900xp to Kemal, Greggs, Washington, and Mogenson for IC posting.