The Nastia Case

The moment the dark storm clouds had blocked her sunlight, Shelly went inside only half paying attention to the approaching danger.  She was staring intently at the only book she had been able to get a hold of, even though it was providing no answers to Nastia's behavior.  Shelly felt like she did not know the other Flying Swords well enough to be able to interpret what ever Nastia was trying to say, but she did know crazy.  Nastia was definitely being purposeful.

Inside, Shelly wished for a moment that Wisp would light up the room.  With a shrug, Shelly continued to stare at the book as she searched through her head for any relevant information on the Nastia case.  There were too many possibilities.  She ignored the shouts of the sailors in the storm as she grumbled to Oghma about not sharing knowledge.

A little drop of rain

Nastia places one final stitch before packing away her supplies and heading inside the ship. She returns less than a minute later wearing her standard gear and approaches the ship captain. "I've weathered my share of storms." She declares, loudly to speak over the growing wind. "Anything I can do to be of assistance?"

I hate the ocean, I swear....

Meth snarled under her breath as she glared at the building clouds. With a snap of her tail, the tiefling jumped to her feet. Casting one last glance over her shoulder at Nastia, Meth started to take inventory of her own. The dress-wearing, needle-point wonder: check. Meth turned to look over the deck in search of her team.

Perigrin!

Meth called out for her number two. She needed to know her options of things got any worse.

I wonder if Rengon can swim....

When last we saw the Flying Swords: Storm

Life aboard ship can be boring, but with the mystery that is Nastia everyone seemed far from bored. Two days after departure the crew seem aggitated by dark cloads closing in. A violent storm is coming your way.

Deck hands rush about the boat is a flurry. The Captain, a trim but muscular elf that may have a bit of sea elf in his blood is intimidating in his fury at the crew. His yells about rigging and stowing away items, and other nautical terms can be heard from all parts of the ship.

The winds are fierce and the rains are starting to attack the Corral Maiden.

What do you do?

Live Feed

Live Feed is now... well... Live!

I have finally gotten the live feed system to work for our blog, for all of those who use such devices. Maybe I am the only one, but it sure makes my browsing much nicer!

/tap /tap...

Is this thing on?....

The gaming Blog Resurrection!

So tonight, Saturday 3/19 (Happy Birthday Mad) after I got home from figure sorting and such I remembered we used to have a gaming blog and some other stuff, so did some digging, refound it and turned in back on. Since we hadn't used it in numerous years it had been turned off. But once reopened it still had everyting on it. Nothing is ever lost on the internet... sigh.

So we can use this for the Flying Swords remote game. I will email a link to Ryan. Ryan please forward the link to Franklin and Alisa.