Wordslingin'

Thinking of thinking of terrorists. This week, Our Heroes (tm) contemplated what Gustafson might be up to, and came up with some troubling conclusions…

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Wordslingin'

A full session, several dozen xp spent, and we’re no closer to our mission targets than we were when we started. How nice.

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Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter X: Responsibility

“I don’t get it -- they’re criminals!” Major Beria said in exasperation, throwing his arm in the air. Colonel Arthur let out a sigh, straining to remain patient and hoping his subordinate wouldn’t launch into another tirade. Major Diego, the CO’s chief of staff, stepped in once again to mediate.

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Wordslingin'

We were so close to doing some real investigation. And then Torgath got injured and Lukas was kidnapped. The real mission will just have to wait…

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Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter X: A Brief Respite

As Helios finished its long arc across the dusty horizon of the Badlands and the rays receded, the warmth of that autumn day was replaced by stretching shadows and a chilling breeze. It would be an overcast night, and by morning there would be a few centimeters of fresh sand to broom off the wrap-around porch that hugged the remote homestead like a comforting blanket.

Minnie watched the bubbling saucepan absent-mindedly. A moment too late she took the boiling milk off the heat and poured it into the waiting mugs, adding a lighter note to the dark drinks. She gave the spiced tea a sniff to make sure she hadn’t ruined them with her inattention but found no indication she had burned the whitener. She added a dash of nutmeg and a cinnamon stick to finish the cocktail and placed the mugs on a waiting tray.

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Wordslingin'

In this week’s session, it was time for Our Heroes to get out, get safe, and regroup. And also discover that we’re up against a slightly bigger fish than we’d bargained for.

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Wordslingin'

Back to Port Arthur, where the men are purple, the bartenders are frosty, and the mooks aren’t quite as mookish as we’d been led to believe…

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Wordslingin'

The Yele job was going so well. We were mere moments from completion. Of course it was too good to last.

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