#Redkaps

[surrealbill]

This is Redkap one of Zarbag’s Gitz from Games Workshop.

Painted this fella at a friend’s house had a great time with some good friends.

I always loved Night Goblins or Gloomspite Gitz. I probably would have collected them back in the day but everyone I knew played 40k. Now I collect just to paint and possibly use in my DCCRPG game so I’ve got a few now, mostly from Stormbringer magazine.

[beneaththepavement]

[shirtsbargain]

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[mr-arcturus]

As a fellow member of the Big Homies of America East Coast Division... This does work with certain types of shirts. Doesn't work if the shirt doesn't give (pique Polos, moisture wicking performance polos, dress shirts, etc) BUT here is where XL (Tall\Big) come in handy. XLT is Extra Large Tall... More material for big homies that are Tall and XLB is Extra Large Big.... For big homie who might be a bit wider than they are tall.

Causal Male or DXL (My go to... Kinda expensive tho but popular brands) and Kingsize.com (cheaper in my opinion but decent selection) do wonders. RedKap makes work shirts for Big Homies as well (order through Amazon but be careful they can run a lil snug). Harrington branded shirts (a uniform shirt brand also on Amazon) offers pretty decent sizing with nice breathability as well.

[softness-and-shattering]

I was fully expectinflg ghe hag to have lair acrions, after all that warning eith the door and the myltie stage descent into the lair. Though I guess having the duplicates fulfilled the same role re action economy, and a party of four isnt so big, its not like a cr or d20 party of 6-8. Ive played in bigger groups and its not great.

I wasnt feeling fantastic today so I noodled around unfinished act 1 quests. I found the letter to Kagha. Im torn bc its super fun to have a secret backstory of shadow druids but like. She cant just be a bitch, she has to be 'evil' too? Idk.

Curious if Ill get a dialogue option to tell Halsin about it and how he'll react. I still cant seem to add him to my party. Does he just hang out at camp?

I also found the Harpers lookout. Ive found the scuffed rock, and a similar significant rock by the bridge on the Risen Road but neither Laezel or Larlach can throw them, shoving does nothing, shatter does nothing. Do I specifically need thunderwave? Or a telekinesis spell? What am I missing?

While trying to work out if Wyll can learn thunderwave (seems not) I discovered he has Gaseous Form so I tried using that to investigate some of the burrows Ive come across. The risen road one behind the bouse just leads into the crllar. Havent actually looted that yet. Went into the owlbear cave but couldnt find the burrow in there. And then I remembered Auntie Ethel and got caught up in that quest area.

Thr guy hunting Asterion is interesting. Left him peacefully. Astarion doesnt like me much. I wanted to ask who was huntong him but instead he asked where he was to be taken. Baldurs Gate of course. All roads lead to Baldurs Gate. Excepting that I have quests in thr city like finding Dammon and Mol, Id be starting to believe getting there is the end of the game. I want to buy my people nice clothes! Especially Karlach! And I took Wyll out of armour so he could use mage armour and he was suddenly rather naked. Switched him to showing camp clothes but it was a bit silly.

Mm at one point I directed Wyll to eldritch blast a redkap and instead he used arms of hadar on my bard. I dont know if I misclicked badly or if his patron is messing with him but it didnt happen again. I did swap him out soon after.

Slaps BG3 thus bad boy can hold so many entrances to the underdark! Theres the selunite temple, the drop from the spider lair, the elevator from the zhentarim hideout (considering gaseous form to loot those juice treasure rooms), the feather fall portal from Ethels lair, am I missing any? Presumably the moon towers/baldurs gate exit.

I was partway through the arcane tower when I started today but I wanted lighter questing. And geez area/act 2 has so many magical weapons. Im tempted to keep them all for some super specific cirumstance but id probably do better to sell them. Slowly working out what can be sold.

Im actually kinda mad that rope isnt practical. I got into a dumb pickle in the caravan cave with the gnolls. Jumped down to loot an area and two of my guys couldnt jump back. Grabbed rope and...its useless. So I took a long redy and fed em potions of giants strength and they made the leap easy. (Speaking of I am so tempted to open the case but those letters were very strict about not opening it and idk who its for and what their significance may be. Maybe its treasure. Maybe its a chest full of eye-yeerks. Who knows?)

Im also not absorbing the other eye slugs. Was it the narrator or dream guardian, the first time I used the illithid power, who said "You have lost something you will never get back". I do nooot trust it. Probably second playthrough Ill do it just to play with the game mechanic. Also romance Minthara maybe. I dont trust the sleep guardian but I dont super distrust her either. Idk what her deal is. But we're not absorbing more slugs losing more of ourselves no thanks. Back to the yeerk pool with them.

I do really love the quest diamonds that tell you where to go. "Find my missing husband please" oh there he is he got quite lost huh. Im still laughing at "and dont try ransom him back to me or you'll be skiny and stuck with an old man". The dialogue is really good. Laezel doesnt say shes monogamous, she says "I was interested but all the dogs have been picking you over. I prefer fresher meat". A little degrading, but at leasy shes not doing some weird jealousy thing. Usually I face with my bard. But then I used Karlach to talk to Dammon and all the dialogue options are perfectly in her voice, its great.

Im also loving the map design. Theres plenty going on and plenty to do, but not so much that you get lost in the weeds. Enough that it feels like a big grand world full of history and places to explore that arent directly plot relevant. Its a delicate balance of referring back to main events and keeping things tangential. (The women dealing w the hag for her husband. I never got to tell her about her brothers?? I thought it would be the first dialogue option but no zomvie busband abd off she goes to find their corpses on the fucking path?! Hut the devs cant think of *everything*, its ok).

Also the little things, undergrounds start getting spidery consistently, underground lairs lead to the underdark its very....verisimilitudinous???

Im also wondering if I can fo the underdark and the mountain pass righer in serial or at the same time. I do need to find the githyanki for Laezel that was our very first lead. Plus double the xp double the loot but I was forced into telling Halsin one or the other so idk if the game forces the issue.

K I think thats all I have to infodump today. Oh except seems like Shadowheart was a selunitr kid and thats pretty fucked. She likes me a lot. I dont think I reciprocate to that level. But astsrion doesnt like me much so yknow. Win some lose some.

[bittersweetfitnesswear]

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[coastalcompass]

Got the liberty cuffs and the new patch on the deck coat!!! #seascouts #libertypatchwork #redkap #boyscoutsofamerica #deltamariner #ship317 (at California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoYjVdMrZej/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[raelhbishop]

BALDRY MOTEL SONDER, 20:43 local time

Nightfall has entered the sleepy town. It’s twice the size of Bubbling Brook, but that’s akin to comparing grains of sand to rice. Folks here at least make enough to keep their shacks and trailers presentable. 

A fancy but beat-up ebike enters the parking lot of the Baldry Motel on the northeast end of town. A cloaked figure dismounts and heads to the front desk.

“I need a room for the night. Luxury…” she figure remembers where she is, “… uh, honeymoon suite. You got any?”

The desk attendant nods. “We do. I just need some credentials to book it.”

The figure hands over some ID and an obsidian-colored card.

“Say, are you the K-Sage?”

The hooded figure responds meekly. “I-I’m a friend of his. I’m booking the room on his behalf. He said it’s OK.”

He nods in understanding. “I’ll just need you to sign this.”

He slides a tablet over to the figure. The figure reaches out with her right hand to take it.

“Fascinating ring you’ve got there.”

“Oh, uh, it’s nothing really, just a gift.”

“From K-Sage?”

“Uh, sure.”

Her finger freezes over the tablet. The attendant tends to something under the desk. “Say, you know him better than I. How’s he doing these days?”

“Who?”

“K-Sage.”

She hesitates. “Oh. Uh. He’s gone… bye now.”

“Really? I thought he was gay?”

“Well, he was. But, uh, that’s not important.”

The hooded figure struggles to sign it. She has no idea what to write down. Half a dozen names suddenly rush through her head, ricocheting her attention for a moment. Regaining composure, she tries fishing through her belongings to look for an ID card, then remembers it’s on the desk in front of her.

 “Oh, my bad”, the attendant says sliding a stylus across. The ID gets knocked to the floor. “Just sign here and we’ll get your room key ready.”

The hooded figure stares at the pad, sweat pouring down her concealed brow. 

The attendant jests. “Come on, now, you haven’t forgotten your own name, have you?”

“Oh, of course not!” The figure laughs nervously. “That would just be plain silly!” She scribbles the name “REDKAP” onto the pad, the first and oldest that came to her mind. “I’ve just… had a rough trip heading over here, that’s all.” Her heart pounds as she waits for the response.

“It went through.” 

Redkap sighs in relief. 

“Would you like a traditional key, or one in your PDA?” 

She vouches for the former. Leaving the reception desk, she pivots rapidly across the parking lot in search of the room. As she departs, the desk attendant notices “The Revival” written on the back of her cloak. He thinks nothing of it.

An ebike speeds past the motel, seating a hefty woman, a thinner woman, and a man of metal. 

A few minutes later, Redkap finds her room and throws off her cloak, revealing the attire of a disheveled housekeeper. She hops into the shower and thinks over the day’s events. 

“I can’t believe I just clammed up like that!”, she thinks to herself. “I’ve done this dozens of times – why did I freeze? Why didn’t I just make up something on the spot? It’s not like anyone would know.” 

She bangs her head into the wall of the shower. “Why did I use that name? Now they’ll know! Oh, I’ve really messed it up this time, haven’t I?” 

She hangs her head in shame. “No, it’s OK Redkap, it’s OK. You’ve outran them for this long. Nobody’s suspected a thing so far. You just… gotta run faster. Yeah. You gotta think faster too! It’ll all work out. Those linker pricks will pay eventually. I just gotta keep on running.”

Later, she lies on her bed in a bathrobe, contemplating her next move. A television sits in front of her, aimlessly streaming ads in lieu of a command. She’s in deep contemplation, unsure what to do. For the first time in her career, Redkap seriously doubts herself.

An ad on the TV catches her ears. 

“For years, the Vimalakirti Corporation has been at the forefront of linker technology and mindstream uploading, bringing the desired body for any occasion and for every person.”

Redkap retches at the very name. 

“With our new payment plans, you can have your own perfect body for an affordable price. Live the life you want, with the body that fully suits you.”

Redkap rolls her eyes and mouthes the ad’s slogan as it plays. “Vimalakirti Corp: Perfect Body, Perfect Mind.” She shakes her head, only to discover the ad continues on.

“And now, Vimalakirti Corp is rolling out its own “Vimalakirti Resorts”. Entire planets, designed by linker technologists, for linkers. Live in your own personal paradise with your friends and family, or take a break from ordinary life.

“Our very first resort opens this summer, and Vimalakirti himself will be present to welcome everyone to this designer experience.”

The slogan plays once again in the background, but Redkap’s interest has piqued. She thinks on it for a minute. 

A sinister smile creeps across her face. 

She pulls out a pen and pad and begins jotting down a plan. Her spiked ring sits by the bedside.

The False Vimalakirti

Chapter I

CITY CENTER MUSICOM, 05:52 local time

Musicom is quiet in the wee hours of the morning, and its City Center isn't any different. Containing most of the city's amenities - a stadium, a convention center, customs, the town hall, a bowling alley, just to name a few - it's about the only place folks visit in this backwater town.  

As the sun rises, a man eagerly struts into the City Center, scanning a press pass and taking in the sites. He's an amateur journalist, satchel in one hand and outdated camera in the other. 

He prowls the wide, grey corridors with a mischievous smile on his face - and a strange ring on his finger.

Taking a seat on a bench, he looks around, eying the few people that walk past. He spots an athlete walking slowly into a bathroom.

The journalist opens his satchel and thumbs through prints. He finds one with the athletes' profile on it, and smiles. 

He follows the athlete inside. He waits for the athlete to wash up, then approaches him. 

“Are you K-Sage?”

The athlete nods. “Indeed, I am.”

“Well, it’s an honor running into you here! Say, I’m with the press for a local news crew-"

“Sorry, can’t take any interviews right now.” He motions his hand to the journalist. “Contract policy. Got a busy day ahead of me.”

“Oh, alright then...” As K-Sage heads to the door, the journalist asks, “...but do you think you sign a photo for me? My sister’s a big fan, and she would just love an autograph.”

K-Sage thinks on it for a second. “Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt.” He smiles. “But keep it a secret, OK? I’m not allowed to give these out for free.”

Pen in hand, K-Sage signs the photo. While doing so, the journalist presses a concealed button on his ring. Spikes appear, breaking the skin and sending a pulse of electricity through his hand.

The journalist pulls out his camera and hits it. As the camera flashes, the journalist kicks K-Sage in the groin, knocking the athlete to the ground. Reflexively, he throws a blow with unnatural strength, hitting the camera and shattering it to pieces. The journalist manages to duck in time, before jabbing the spiked ring onto the side of K-Sage's forehead. 

A surge of electricity passes through both of them. K-Sage and the journalist are frozen for a few seconds. Time itself seems to freeze for them.

Then, the journalist passes out in the bathroom. He lies on the floor, completely unconscious. 

K-Sage rips the ring off his hand and pockets it. He takes the journalist and props him up in a stall, satchel in hand. The deed being done, K-Sage walks out of the stall, striding with the journalist’s mischievous smile on his face. 

He begins plotting where to go next: take K’s ebike, drive into Port, get a hotel room on the way... use a hotel attendant and travel further into the city... wreak havoc at the casino, escape through a janitor... wreak havoc at the beach, escape through an unsuspecting touris-

“K! Where have you been?" 

Lost in though, he bumps into his coach - a short, but intimidating man who emanates "no nonsense." 

"The warm-up starts in an hour, we need you at your station!” 

K-Sage is taken off-guard and stutters, before remembering who he’s in. “Oh, right, sorry. I just, uh, went for a walk this morning, to clear my head, y’know?” 

The coach shakes his head. “You’re going to be doing plenty of that today! You’ve got the all-linker triathalon to attend, for crying out loud!”

K-Sage puts his hand behind his neck. “Y’know, coach, I’m just not feeling all that great right now. Do you think we could, uh, call it off?”

“Call it off?” The coach is baffled. “What’s the matter with you, K? You were fine passing through customs an hour ago!” 

The photo slips out of K-Sage’s attire and hits the floor. The coach picks it up, inspects it, and gives K-Sage a steely look.

“It’s... uh... for a girl I’m dating. A gift.”

“Since when did you stop being gay?”

“Since, uh, since five minutes ago. I’m bi now. Yeah! Bi! I mean, why just try one flavor of ice cream, y’know?”

The coach's face contorts into that of pure bewilderment. 

He looks at the time and groans.

He puts a hand on the athlete's shoulder and walks him to the locker room. “Look, I don’t know what’s gotten into you this morning, but we’ve got a lot riding on this game. I’ll give you some time alone after the game, but you’ve gotta go out there and do it. This is your only chance out of Podunk, kid.”

With a firm push, K-Sage enters the locker room. “Now go out there and kick some dust!” 

K-Sage gulps. 

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BUBBLING BROOK, 14:47 local time

In the midday sun, a delirious prospector stumbles towards a small town. She is dying of dehydration, clothes drenched in sweat, and mumbling incoherently.

A few yards away, a girl paces frustratedly on the outskirts of town. Her mind is a maelstrom of anger, disappointment, wasted time, and broken promises, further fueled by the unbearable desert sun. 

Watching from the distance, a man of metal stands underneath a water tower. The shadows conceal his otherwise blinding shine.

The prospector and the girl cross paths. The prospector calls out to the girl but can barely speak. The girl, caught in her thoughts, ignores her. She yells out again, but gets no response. Desperate, she walks right up and tries to stop her. The girl loses it, and cold-cocks the prospector in her tracks.

She's taken aback by the force of her own throw. The figure in-front of her is unassuming; heavyset, blue shirt, grey pants. She has no idea who this person is.

She has no idea who this person is. She looks at her fist, then at the prospector, then back at her fist. It feels cathartic. It feels good. Without thinking, she leans over and prepares to take another shot, when her arm is seized in the air. 

A hand grasps her arm, made of cold metal. She turns to look at the body it came from – an equally metallic figure, slender and humanoid, with a visor for eyes emitting a soft red light. It’s the figure of a robot ranger, one of hundreds of machines created to “keep the peace” in this lawless land. To her, it’s nothing more than a soulless bureaucrat, a force to make life harder than it needs to be.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” the ranger says matter-of-factly, “my name is Ranger Atticus, and I would like to know why-“

“Ex-CUSE me, did you just call me a ‘ma’am’?” The girl is seething.

“Affirmative, my apologies. I didn’t mean to cause offense-“

“Who gave you the right to call me a ‘ma’am’? Do I look like a ‘ma’am’ to you?” She retracts her hand from the ranger’s clutches.

“It’s merely common courtesy where I’m from.“

“How old do you think I am? Huh? Do you know who I am?”

“No, I am afraid not.“

“Listen you bag of bolts, you have NO idea what kind of day I’ve been through-“

“Ma’am, if you would please-”

“HERE YOU GO WITH THIS ‘MA’AM’ STUFF AGAIN!” She screams and flails her hands in the air.

“I need you to calm down, miss.”

“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT KIND OF-”

“Miss, I need you to calm down."

“-DAY I’VE BEEN GOING THROUGH? OF COURSE NOT, YOU-“

“Miss, if you won’t co-operate, I’m afraid I’ll have to-“

“WOULDN’T UNDERSTAND, YOU PENICL-PUSHING, HIERARCHY ENFORCING TITANIUM LOAD OF BULL-“

He smashes her hands together and puts them into a handcuff.

“…detain you.”

She refuses this condition, screaming obscenities. “You can’t do this to me! I’ve done nothing wrong!”

“You punched a civilian in broad daylight, unprovoked.”

She hesitates. “You can’t prove that!”

His visor changes to display a recording of his sights. The prospector can be seen sluggishly approaching her, running up, and getting clobbered. Even the moment a devilish grin crosses the girl’s face can be seen, as Atticus gets closer. The girl couldn’t believe she was that same woman in the recording… but then again…

“Well, I mean, she was probably just some drunk wandering around. Look at her! Clumsy, a real klutz! Drenched in sweat! Nobody just walks up to someone unprovoked, unless you’re a con-artist or a drunk or robber or some other slime!”

During her defense attempt, the ranger walks over to the downed woman and checks her vitals. He pulls out a flaskfull of water from an anterior compartment and pours it onto their face, then down her throat. He recognizes the face from before, but scans for ID just to be sure. 

“Why are you even saving that bozo, anyways? If anything, you should be applauding me! Hah! Yeah." With some effort, the girl crosses her handcuffed arms, smiling smugly. "Scum like them shouldn’t be attacking our townspeople.”

As she talks, the ranger notices her hands move rather fluidly. Too fluidly, in fact, for most humans. 

He brushes his hands (a preprogrammed anti-static measure) and heads back to the girl. “Even if that were the case, that’s assault, and we don’t tolerate that here in Zone AR-1. But that wasn’t 'some drunk'.” 

He displays the prospector’s ID card on his visor, and the girl turns pallid. 

“That was Mackenzie Schuster, a head prospector in this area. If I know her, she’s likely on a water-hunting excursion.” 

She knows the implications of such an assault. Even on high-tech worlds, that’s a crime with a hefty bail she can’t afford. She tries defending herself, lying her way out, only to end up where she was beforehand: defeated. 

“What’s your name, miss?”

“Mitra”, she says deflated, “Mitra Aldegreen.”

He scans for ID, and finds it matches the name. Though he conceals it, reading her profile gives him a surprise. He motions for Mitra to follow him over to Mackenzie, and takes them indoors. Mackenzie slowly comes to her senses, and Atticus explains the happenings. 

“Prospector, may I ask how you ended up that close to death to begin with?”

Mackenzie tries to regain her thoughts. “Well... I was out in the wastes with my bike and some light divining equipment. Then in the distance I see someone, hooded, on a flashy bike, driving toward me going probably... a hundred, hundred-and-fifty kilos an hour." 

She stops to regain composure. "They pulled over and shot my own bike out, then robbed me blind. They shot my PDA too. The first thing they headed for was my canteen, which they chugged vigorously and pocketed. So there I was, stranded, unable to call for help and unable to guide myself. I remembered seeing the town on the map a bit west from here, so I decided to head over and try and get help.”

Atticus listens intently. Mitra stares blankly, though bits and pieces of Mackenzie’s story trickle into her head.

“Tell me, Mac”, Atticus asks, “could you tell if they were a linker?”

Mackenzie thinks on it for a minute. “I can’t say for certain... Come to think of it, they did try stabbing me with a ring at first.”

Atticus’ visor lights up, signaling interest.

“You don’t think it’s them, do you?”

He rubs his hands together. “It just might be. You two stay here, where it’s nice and cool.” He hands Mackenzie a spare PDA. “You said this was due west of here?”

She nods. Atticus gives a two-fingered salute and heads off into the wastes. He finds Mackenzie’s muddled footsteps. Fusing his mechanical legs into a cycle, he rides off into the distance, gliding across its contours and calculating its twists and turns.

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[woodstocknavy5-blog]

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[sbm501]

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