[Mongoose's Office Game] Character Diaries
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ColinD
Cosmic Mongoose
It's going to be a tough scene when she learns of Teodora's fate! Hope Eloise can hand out some justice...
Remembering a character shot in the right hip with a vehicle-mounted plasma gun. His companions found his left shoe to bury.
Entry One - An Unexpected Encounter
When I set out to find Teodora, I did not expect to end up on some backwater world in the Outrim. We followed the trail to Marduk, where we met a young chap named Tarka, who insisted he had been working with her onboard a vessel named 'and-the-Jets'. After some quick discussions, it turned out he really did know her; he accurately described both her features and attitude to me, and informed me that she had 'adopted' him on Acrid, after whatever business they had unfolded there. Myself, Dusty and Mya brought him along, with few other options to be had.
After we landed, the Imperial trade convoy to the Florian League departed. I was sad to see the ships leave, drifting further past the planetary limit before eventually jumping on. They had agreed to shuttle us to the planet as a favour, but without the substantial weight of the Navy at my back, I felt... uneasy. We travelled the length and breadth of the starport inquiring after Teodora, until we heard a rumour. They had been taken, and Tarka supplied that Teodora had comm'd him to inform him they had been captured by Oghmans.
Mya began working immediately, trading with some disgruntled looking folk at the starport bar for passports that would allow us to gain passage to Oghma, and we set off. They took us aboard their ship, and informed us that there was a large number of system defence mines in orbit around the planet, and that without the codes we would be, as some of my younger crewmembers would put it, SOL. When we arrived, we left their less-than-illustrious company and found a local drinking hole, where Dusty could grab some food and I could ask some questions.
The barkeep went to find a ledger when he let out a horrific scream, something I hadn't heard since an ensign did not throw a grenade fast enough in basic, and we muscled in. In the dry cellar below the pub, three figures were hunched, covered in blood and still badly wounded. It smelt like dead flesh and blood, the coppery tang of it hitting the back of my throat. I saw the glint of a gun barrel resting on a crate, and began to speak, 'Come out with your hands up. Put your weapons down.' The tang of authority still hit the back of my throat, and for a brief moment I was yet again the Admiral Gamgimdii, aboard the Imperial Fleet.
'What's your name?' the one behind the gun asked, and I heavily considered swinging my own rifle at him, looking to Dusty and Mya before answering. The newcomers didn't seem to be Oghmans, they were far too dirty and dishevelled, and appeared to have one weapon between them, so I decided to take a risk. 'My name is Count Sirma, Admiral of the Imperial Navy, Sir Eloise Gamgimdii.' Internally, I was laughing. It had been so long since I'd used the full title that it sounded strange even to myself, as I watched the cogs of recognition turning in their heads. 'I'm here for my wife, Teodora.' A dark mood swept across the room as the one behind the crates lowered the gun, passing me off a bottle of whiskey. Another was still crawling towards me on the floor, whilst the third approached with his hands up.
'Take my hands, take my hands, there's something I need to tell you', came from the one on the floor, whilst the others studiously ignored me. Looking them over, their once pristine skin was now covered in mud and blood, and I elected not to touch them, for fear of contracting some form of disease.
I was looking them over when I heard it, the only thing that could shatter me; 'Teodora is dead. Shot in the back.'
When I set out to find Teodora, I did not expect to end up on some backwater world in the Outrim. We followed the trail to Marduk, where we met a young chap named Tarka, who insisted he had been working with her onboard a vessel named 'and-the-Jets'. After some quick discussions, it turned out he really did know her; he accurately described both her features and attitude to me, and informed me that she had 'adopted' him on Acrid, after whatever business they had unfolded there. Myself, Dusty and Mya brought him along, with few other options to be had.
After we landed, the Imperial trade convoy to the Florian League departed. I was sad to see the ships leave, drifting further past the planetary limit before eventually jumping on. They had agreed to shuttle us to the planet as a favour, but without the substantial weight of the Navy at my back, I felt... uneasy. We travelled the length and breadth of the starport inquiring after Teodora, until we heard a rumour. They had been taken, and Tarka supplied that Teodora had comm'd him to inform him they had been captured by Oghmans.
Mya began working immediately, trading with some disgruntled looking folk at the starport bar for passports that would allow us to gain passage to Oghma, and we set off. They took us aboard their ship, and informed us that there was a large number of system defence mines in orbit around the planet, and that without the codes we would be, as some of my younger crewmembers would put it, SOL. When we arrived, we left their less-than-illustrious company and found a local drinking hole, where Dusty could grab some food and I could ask some questions.
The barkeep went to find a ledger when he let out a horrific scream, something I hadn't heard since an ensign did not throw a grenade fast enough in basic, and we muscled in. In the dry cellar below the pub, three figures were hunched, covered in blood and still badly wounded. It smelt like dead flesh and blood, the coppery tang of it hitting the back of my throat. I saw the glint of a gun barrel resting on a crate, and began to speak, 'Come out with your hands up. Put your weapons down.' The tang of authority still hit the back of my throat, and for a brief moment I was yet again the Admiral Gamgimdii, aboard the Imperial Fleet.
'What's your name?' the one behind the gun asked, and I heavily considered swinging my own rifle at him, looking to Dusty and Mya before answering. The newcomers didn't seem to be Oghmans, they were far too dirty and dishevelled, and appeared to have one weapon between them, so I decided to take a risk. 'My name is Count Sirma, Admiral of the Imperial Navy, Sir Eloise Gamgimdii.' Internally, I was laughing. It had been so long since I'd used the full title that it sounded strange even to myself, as I watched the cogs of recognition turning in their heads. 'I'm here for my wife, Teodora.' A dark mood swept across the room as the one behind the crates lowered the gun, passing me off a bottle of whiskey. Another was still crawling towards me on the floor, whilst the third approached with his hands up.
'Take my hands, take my hands, there's something I need to tell you', came from the one on the floor, whilst the others studiously ignored me. Looking them over, their once pristine skin was now covered in mud and blood, and I elected not to touch them, for fear of contracting some form of disease.
I was looking them over when I heard it, the only thing that could shatter me; 'Teodora is dead. Shot in the back.'
ottarrus
Emperor Mongoose
L5R is vicious. RQ /d100 isn't much better.
When I talk to people playing these two games in particular I tell them that if they want to fight, fine. But they better have another character ready to go. If the sword comes out the sheath odd are somebody is gonna die.
boggo2300
Cosmic Mongoose
Hmm L5r does indeed have a habit of surprising death (seemingly out of nowhere) RQ, I've never considered especially deadly, but I've also played that since I was a wee young whippersnapper
ottarrus
Emperor Mongoose
With RQ it really does depend on that d100 roll...
I tell new RQ players "This is NOT d20. Even the local equivalent of a goblin [a trollkin with a short spear] has a straight-up 3% chance of killing you outright [crit to your head... 12-16 pts of damage ignoring armor]. The HP you have on your sheet are all you're ever gonna get, so never enter a fight fight without preparation. Use your power up spells, have a plan to retreat if you can. In RQ there is no such thing as a 'warm up fight'."
ColinD
Cosmic Mongoose
I'm really angry at those Oghma space vikings that killed Teodora, Affa and Benny. I'm going to have to purchase Makergod. That is one deadly planet.
Think it helps that we have the writer running it! I'll be posting a second update after the weekend...
CordwainerFish
Emperor Mongoose
So far these are great. I expect them to keep being great.
