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  2. I wanna read that one so bad but long books like this one intimidate me. Did you read any of her books in the Bone Season series? I read the first one and loved it. I love Tana French's books. I've read In the Woods and The Likeness so far and really enjoyed them. I have a few others on my to-be-read self. Enjoy!
  3. What a turnout! One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. House Singlance couldn't have divined, when organizing what was to be a community hunt, that eight titanic weretigers would bust out of the woodwork and take the jungle by storm. Eight petite catgirls, decked out in Aloha attire - floral-patterned Hawaiian shirts and cutesy muumuus, fragrant leis, comfy sandals, touristy cargo shorts, and concealing shades - had arrived in Lunaris yesterday and defibrillated the local rumor mill with their ghoulish infatuation with Xer'Orians and hunting Xer'Orians and abducting Xer'Orians and dissecting Xer'Orians, but no one, not even the sleep-deprived hotelier they devoted half of the evening to bugging with their incessant questions about life in Lunaris and Xer'Orian colonies in proximity to Lunaris and research into the psychic abilities of Xer'Orian queens and princesses, had pegged the maddening team for a pack of terrifying werecreatures. There was something off about the catgirls, that much everyone agreed on, but weretigers? Hah! They were so tiny! Oh, the weretigers aren't kaiju-sized by any stretch of the imagination. They wouldn't scale a skyscraper with starlets screeching in the palms of their hands. They didn't have to worry about mashing people underfoot as they walked. They couldn't climb regular trees, but they didn't dwarf them either. They could, however, play catch with cars, and they would surely demolish an all-you-can-eat buffet. They gave elephants a run for their money. Not much in the jungle would willingly tangle with them, least of all jungle piggies. The leader of the exotic bunch is, apparently, a white-furred weretiger with sparkling pink eyes. If you can see past her intimidating height, she appears astonishingly cuddly and incontestably adorable. Her fur shimmers in the sunlight. Sleek yet muscular, nimble and mighty, the weretiger saunters up to the registration line. Although this weretiger, Cammy Sorina, is content to wait in line like everyone else, the amateur hunters dividing Cammy from Aveline take one look at Cammy and scatter to the four corners of the world. They aren't willing to risk Cammy's wrath. Cammy seems absolutely oblivious to their uneasiness, shooting them her patented cheery weretiger grin... which, admittedly, causes her to appear as if she is baring her teeth at them. Withdrawing hunters pick up the pace, all but running to clear of her path. This native population - or, more accurately, this naturalized population - is exceedingly hospitable, Cammy notes as she steps up to the desk and hunches over in an effort to read whatever forms are lying about. Hi! I'm Cammy! You're Aveline, right? You attended that thingy at Cae's place awhile ago. Yeah, we're here to help you with your piggy problem in exchange for the location of some of those nefarious Xer queens that try to invade you guys every so often. Win-win, right? A-nya-way, I heard that those piggies you guys want to murder the faces off of jumped you the other day, so I thought that, y'know, since you seem like a nice lady, I'd ask you how much you want those piggies to bleed before they snuff it, because we can do all sorts of horrible things to them so that they'll die in unimaginable agony! Uh... Your considerate offer probably isn't helping your case any, Cammy. On top of that, Cammy sounds like, well, a giant, monstrous kitty. She hasn't given Aveline a solid reason to shy away from her, but getting away from the pack of weretigers is quickly becoming a fad. Cammy's striped, orange-ish followers lumber over to the gunsmith and check out the wares House Singlance is marketing. They point to any exceptionally meaty weapons - anything that could have been mounted on a vehicle as a turret or gun battery - and whisper conspiratorially to each other. If any big fricking guns are available, one of the weretigers, with a giggle, tosses the vendor a heavy coin purse. Gimme as much gun as that can buy, please! I wanna make things explode into a spray of blood, giblets, and gore! Yeah, these girls are gonna make bacon out of those jungle pigs. Not literally, of course, for they are weretigers. Weretigers don't have to cook pork before they consume it.
  4. After so many freaking hours I've done it...I think...I've brought up the match of your life buddy.... enjoy hopefully 😂 @Tenkai Matsumoto
  5. [BASICS] Name: Nathan Royal Nicknames: TitanFlame, the Titan, Titanos Alignment: Anti-Villain Race: Enhanced Human Gender: Male Martial Status: Single Age: 37 Profession: Ash Knights's Ace, Swordsmenship and Hand-To-Hand Combat Fighter. Affiliation: Himself Hometown: Unknown [PHYSICAL] Voice: Keith David's Spawn Voice Eyes: Dark Blue Complexion: Olive Height: 6'2" Weight: 197 lb Build: A bit bulky muscular build Hair: Short messy brown hair Mark: A symbol on his armored chest which means hope [MENTAL] Demeanor: Noble, courageful, fearless, optimistic and caring but now corrupt. Goals: To bring an end to evil doers but his goal once became corrupt and now kills everyone who is even with a slight spack of sin on them. Fears: Dying for nothing Likes: Loyalty and good people Dislikes: Mostly what is twisted or pure evil [GEAR] Top: Ash Knight Titan Category Armor Chest, Shoulders, Arms, Forearms and Helmet. Bottom: Ash Knight Titan Category Armor Thighs, Legs and Boots. [WEAPONS] Trinytus which means the Trinity is a forbidden weapon which forged by a master blacksmith dwarf who used a rare unknown durable metal to forge it with the help of some mysterious sorcery known as black magic or energy. With the help he had from the black magic and all kinds of magic to imbue it with magic resistance and abilities that far succeeds any Magic User or Master of Mystic Arts. Using the magic to his advantage he made the weapon able to shapeshift into three weapons he wanted and that was the Spear Trium, the half hammer half axe, the Tyranny and last but not least the Abyssbringer Katana which can even rival Muramasa, Spear of Trium: The spear is a powerful weapon which is able to channel mass amounts of energy from the dark force infused with it and send a concussive destructive blast and can hurt even the toughest of opponents while powerful it has a limit, the more it is used the faster it would drain the user's life force and possibly make them vulnerable to other attacks and severely injure them as it was meant to be used as the last trump card. While the user can't always use its full power of the dark force continuously, the user can use the power within the spear as it's made out of enhanced magical metal which can be very difficult to forge without the proper tools or patience. And it is a hard and durable metal. It can absorb projectiles and kinetic energy then blast it back at the target. The Spear of Trium has also enchanted magical elements and enchantments which allow the Spear to control elements and manipulate energy and use it as a primary power source and disburse it in attacks. The Tyranny: The half hammer half axe weapon is the second form the artifact takes shape into. As it's made out of the same enhanced magical metal, this weapon is very durable and almost unbreakable. The axe head is so sharp it can cut five trees in one motion with ease. While the hammer head is used for impactful deadly blows or hits it is said that it can crack the ground or even create a small crater from its blow, the weapon is especially useful in electric or energy based attacks and like the spear it can absorb an big amount of energy and make it its own or even send it straight back from where it came from, the axe is incredibly heavy and only the strongest of people can wield it. Abyssbringer: This is the third form of the artifact and probably its most powerful stage as the Katana Blade is made out of the same enhanced magical metal with the same attributes as the last two weapons. This one is specifically the most darkest and sickest of them all. The blade is so sharp it can cut through almost anything with ease and it is nigh-indestructible, as it was made for one goal and that was to overthrow and destroy the Muramasa. When the blade's power is used it lets out a dark surge or aura of black flames, to show that the sword is corrupt, it is said the more black flames it has around it the more the user's soul is corrupt and under control over its overwhelming powers, why it makes it the strongest weapon forged is because it can use all of the attributes the axe and spear have but much greater but the cost of such incredible overwhelming power is one's soul as the user can get corrupt and bound by the will of the sword and that is to fulfill its user's goals and if they are twisted and they probably are the out came can be catastrophic. [SKILLS] Because of the cursed weapon, it grands Nathan the ability of peak human potential and his abilities are as followed. Artificially Enhanced Physiology: He has no superhuman powers, although as a result of getting help from the cursed artifact, he was transformed into a "perfect" specimen of human development and conditioning. Nathan is as intelligent, strong, fast, agile, and durable as it was possible for a human being to be without being considered superhuman. Although the KS is definite, he maintains an overall healthy lifestyle including a regular exercise regimen and a balanced diet. Peak Human Strength: Nathan' physical strength is enhanced to the very peak of human potential. As a result, he is as physically strong as a human being can be without being classified as superhuman. He can bench press 500 kg (1,100 lbs) which was consistent with his strength level, as benching was easier than military press lifting. He can snap steel handcuffs and chains and is capable of break wood walls and steel doors with a single kick. Peak Human Speed: He can run at speeds of up to approximately 30 miles per hour (48 kilometers per hour), and has on occasion run a mile in little over a minute when under duress (which would roughly be a little less than 60 miles per hour). Peak Human Stamina: Nathan' body eliminates the excessive build-up of fatigue-producing chemicals in his muscles, granting him exceptional endurance and lung capacity. He can exert himself at peak capacity for an hour and a half without rest and before showing any signs of fatigue. Peak Human Agility: His agility is greater than that of an Olympic gold medalist. He can coordinate his body with balance, flexibility, and dexterity. He also has the ability to leap 50 yards out in a single bound and 20 ft into the air without a running start. Peak Human Reflexes: Nathan' reflexes border on a superhuman level. His reaction speed is 20 kph, which makes it possible for him to dodge gunfire even in short range from multiple gunners at the same time. Peak Human Durability: His bones and muscles are denser and harder than normal, to the highest human potential, which makes him very durable compared to a normal human. He is durable enough to the point that if a person beats him with a thick wooden stick, the stick would eventually break and Nathan would show little discomfort. This level of durability is how he survived other forms of extensive punishment throughout his career. Peak Human Healing: Nathan' healing speed and efficiency are at the highest limits of human potential, which means he can heal faster than most humans. The white blood cells (WBCs) and the KS in his body are efficient enough to fight off any microbe, foreign body and others from his body keeping him healthy and immune to most if not all infections, diseases, and disorders. Peak Human Mental Process: His mental performance has been greatly enhanced, allowing his mind to operate in the most efficient and rapid manner possible. One manifestation of this is his tactical genius; the ability to quickly process multiple information streams (e.g., threat assessment) and rapidly respond to changing tactical situations. Nathan also possesses a near-eidetic memory, meaning that he never forgets anything and has perfect recall. This enables him to remember any military tactic and apply it to any situation. But because of the heavy toll the weapon is bringing on him he has detached himself from humanity. Peak Human Senses: Nathan' senses of sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch are at the highest possible limits of human potential. He once said that he is able to dodge bullets because he sees faster than them. Peak Human Aging: The KS dramatically slows Nathan's aging due to extensively healthy cells. It was once stated because of this it is possible that he may indefinitely maintain his youth. [HISTORY] Nathan Royal was once a 13th member of a Knight group called the Ash Knights and he was their Ace meaning that every time there was something to hard to fight he would use him as their main man to fight off everything that came in front of then. This Loyal group of 13 members were like brothers and they were very loyal to the very end even, they had many assignments over the years they fought together but one day, they were entrusted by their King to collect a certain artifact which was known as Trinytus. Trinytus is a weapon forged by a dwarf blacksmith who used the help of a dark demonic spirit to make this weapon one of the strongest to ever exist, at least in that certain region, the weapon is said to wield incredible power such as mystical, magical, electric, and energy manipulative attacks. However the cost of such weapon is their very soul and sanity as it makes the user insane and whatever their noble goals were they would be turned into corrupted much sadistic and twisted goals and once they fully submit to this artifact they are lost forever in the black abyss which sucks them whole and uses the user as a mere tool of destruction. The Ash Knights took up this task knowing that they may not return, once they travel towards the temple. Immediately they felt the ominous feeling of the artifact surging through the place and trying to corrupt them but the Knights were strong willed so they resisted the attacks but the more they got deeper the more dangerous it became for them. Once they faced off some traps and some enemies down the way, they stood in front of the artifact which glowed and surged with black flames all around it. No one even dared to touch that but they had to bring it back or else they would get into trouble plus money they needed also. So Nathan does the sacrifice and takes the artifact, once he took it, the black flames vanished and he felt at least much better now but as they walked out of the temple the artifact was calling out to him to use it and to be one of the most powerful people in the world. But he tried to fight back but even his indomitable will would break and shatter as he slowly started to get corrupt the more he had the artifact in his hands. His once noble goals twisted into sick and sadistic ones along side his very soul. For he used the weapon to kill his fellow Knights, how far has a Knight fallen from his honor and grace. Now Nathan or better know as Titanos, is walking down a path he can never return for he killed his only family he had left and shot at redemption as the more he used the weapon the more it corrupted him but the more it gave him power which he needed to accomplish and achieve his one true goal and that is to eradicate everyone who stand in his way and was a target to his soul purpose goal.
  6. I’m just starting The Witch Elm by Tana French, but most of my reading rn is more work related; fewer novels. I tend toward comics more on my downtime. This year I’ve picked up: One!Hundred!Demons! by Lynda Barry My Favorite Thing is Monsters by Emil Ferris Mort Cinder by Hector German Oesterheld and Alberto Breccia Perdy by Kickliy The Girl from the Other Side by Siuil a Run a bunch of self-published stuff from artists/authors at conventions
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  8. “This child of ours, Gabriela, was made by no deal. He is not the result of scheming, or plotting, of rape or violence. This child exists only because we both wanted him to.” There was only one way to survive the proximity with which he assaulted her. She had to disengage emotionally and physically. She had to become the pretty, little play thing he wanted her to be -- so she sat there, her legs parted on either side of his thigh like a child who could not escape from a nightmare, while he forced her to stroke her pregnant belly. There was something undeniably predatory about Raphael, but it cut far below the surface of his thirst for blood. There was a thirst for power in the elder, for control beyond what could be gained upon the political field. It was a thirst for literal control over another beings life. And that thirst caused him to toe the icy shores of sadism with a gleeful sort of excitement she had never seen in anyone else. And the tragedy was that he was so good at it. He enjoyed the emotional torture he inflected, his love was not separated from the pain he felt, as a father might in regards to his child, that he had to inflict upon her. Where other lovers had been cruel to her, their heavy-handed tactics always seemed born from a place of turmoil and torment. They feared losing her and therefore felt compelled to do what they could to keep her. She was very much a possession, but a beloved possession -- a treasured thing, a chosen one. To Raphael, she was not some pretty jewel to hoard. She was a living, breathing thing that he could push and prod. Like a cruel child, he sought to learn her inner workings by cutting away pieces of her anatomy. And this particular experiment was no different. They both knew he wasn’t granting her freedom -- not really. They both knew that he expected her to return. This was a longer leash, and not the lack of a collar. But she wasn’t going to argue the point with him, not when he himself was delivering her into the closest position she could ever be in to actually attain what she wanted. She had to play nice. “You know where you belong, Gabriela. Enjoy the world and its wonders, for there are only so many to keep you entertained. Endure its cruelty, its indifference, its merciless prejudice and hatred. You will bore of it all eventually, when you realize what I have begun to realize, and you will come home. You will come home. And I will be here to greet you, my love, for that is the role I play. Because I choose to.” His nose was buried in her hair and his lips were grazing the side of her throat. He was breathing hotly against her collar while his one hand, upon her hip, squeezed and pinched at the flesh under her nightgown. And she struggled against her body’s reaction to grow tense, to wither away from the affections. She sat through it with mounting hatred and anger, but showed nothing of it physically. However, through their blood bond, she did not mute her disgust. He kissed her cheek and the corner of her mouth, and to this and this alone did she tilt her head away -- shying from what she imagined could become more. “Now, promise me you will keep our child safe, Gabriela. Promise me, or I fear I may not possess the strength to let you go.” “You’re not the sort to break a promise,” she said as she forced herself to settle back into him -- not to fight his advances. She relaxed, even as her body ached to stand and pull away. It wasn’t that she found him repugnant. No matter how much she wanted to hate him, their attraction was written in their very blood. However, it was the ache for her freedom that pulled at her now. It was the only thing she wanted more than anything -- a chance, a real chance, to get away. “Regardless, I don’t think you’re asking for much -- so, have your promise, Raphael. I will keep our child safe, until the day of its birth, and then we will decide together what becomes of this pitiful excuse of a family, because we are equals. And because we are equals, you will go now and let me rest. If I am to travel tomorrow, you know I will need to rest.”
  9. Alright that would be amazing to see and I'm looking forward into RPing with you.
  10. Taen; the pocket dimension with a permanent portal, and thousands of temporary ones, is used to dealing with problems, like hydras, giant aggressive ant-people, and reeeeally tall, bloodthirsty canines, but their newest one... ...came out of left field. Wild pigs are a problem in many areas of Valucre, but they seem to be especially problematic in the land of overabundant bounty, Taen's Moss Forest. One would be forgiven for thinking that between the tall, wolflike zkriz'kas, the bears covered in leaves, the fearsome primate garanthas, the strange and lethal salamanders, and the ant-like xer-orians, that no other species of animal, invader or native, could ever become so numerous as to be a problem, much less a viable population. Yet, that's where the residents of Lunaris find themselves; dealing with a booming feral hog population that has no fear of humans, elves, dwarves, the native tree-people, or any of the aforementioned viscious creatures. Sebastian Heileger, Governor of Lunaris, faced a massed outrage of citizens as the pigs brazenly broke into homes and businesses, destroyed crop and pasture land, ravaged fruit trees, devoured gardens, and even forced the Banyan Market to make an emergency closure for the first time since it opened. Governor Heileger deferred to two local business owners, who happen to own the only gun store in Taen, Aveline and Thurgood Singlance. The two are calling for a massive, no-limit hunt of the offending swine, and are even offering prizes to yhose who kill the most weight, which begs the question: Did they make the pig population boom to increase sales? When we reached out for a response, we got quite a snarky and sarcastic one. "Yeah, that's right; I singlehandedly fucked with the entire goddamn ecosystem, brought Taen's entire economy to its knees, almost destroyed agriculture, and managed to keep the whole of the zkriz'ka, morpher, salamander, xer-orian, garantha, rixnaur, mork'outh and whatever the fuck else is out there from even touching this pig population, genetically engineered them to be able to live here so successfully, got their population to critical mass, and staged a fight between them and damn near every local zkriz'ka pack all over Lunaris, JUST to possibly sell more guns, and hope like fucking hell that the people are still alive and have the money to do so. Yep: I'm the greatest criminal mastermind in all of history!"
  11. Of course of course! I'll be posting a list of characters I have on my feed 🙂 I'm still working on a few so that they fit into this world
  12. @Sivrhea Drake Hello there! And I am pretty sure that Valucre is mostly honored to have you here as well. I mean, people that are devoted to writing or rpping are welcomed of course. But don't mistake me for a mod or anything, I'm just a Valucre member who also joined here and is mostly looking to RP while I have the time, of course. So since I got nothing else better to do, you have piqued my interest so please do show me the characters you have in mind for a roleplay and I'll see with what I can come up with, so if we are cool on that that'll be really cool!
  13. Made a new friend?" he whispered sidelong, glancing back at Chiba Amy. Florica returned his smile, though her expression was more thoughtful. "Maybe," she murmured back, tilting her head towards her brother. It was too early to say whether these people would like her; but she hoped they would. They were such a big, beautiful family. Sai took the sketch from Claire with a grateful nod, studying it. "Yes, exactly like that!" he praised, tapping the paper with his other hand. "The city should still have the original blueprints for the Swan in their files," Aki's father, Hiroto, commented. "They never throw anything out. Starting from those will save you from having to measure what's left of the existing structure." "But you'll still need to get an appraiser out to see what's salvageable from the structure," Hiro, the older uncle, chimed in from across the table. "I like that you're open to using the local tradespeople for the work," Kei, the younger uncle, added. "I can give you some names to get estimates from." "Perhaps the city could use this as a starting point to coax people back to the area," his wife Tomoko chimed in, pushing her long braid back over her shoulder as she glanced from Claire and Sai to Obasan. "Pitch in with some tax cuts and grants to incentivize it. Really it's the least Mayor Arima can do, after leaving it neglected for so long. And isn't his re-election coming up soon?" she inquired innocently, a twinkle in her eyes. Obasan cackled. "It is indeed, Tomoko-chan. It is indeed. It sounds like we have the beginnings of a plan. To the Swan!" she saluted with her sake cup, and downed the rest of it before standing up. "I'm going to go tell Ojiisan. He'll be delighted." With a polite nod to the rest of them, she tottered out of the room, leaning heavily on her cane but moving with energy and a clear sense of purpose as she headed to the family shrine in the courtyard. Finished with the meal, the rest of the family began to disperse, and two servants, an older woman and a younger one who was perhaps her daughter, came in and began collecting the dishes onto wide, sturdy trays they'd brought with them from the kitchen. Yui-chan gave baby Sai back to Amy, and the crowd of children headed out into the courtyard to play with toys and run about on the lawn on the far side, enjoying the fresh evening air. Florica watched them go with a soft smile, remembering Clarissa and her little games. "You like kids, Lady Caesar?" Amy asked, having come around the table to stand beside her, smiling and looking out into the courtyard as well as she gently bounced her drowsy baby in her arms. Florica nodded shyly. "I think they're w-wonderful," she admitted, glancing out wistfully at the garden. Amy giggled. "I never liked them," she confided with a lowered voice and a wink. "Certainly never wanted one of my own! But now I don't know what I'd do without him." She kissed the top of Chibi-Chiba's head, which was already covered with a thick thatch of soft black hair. "It... changes you. Changes your priorities." She smiled demurely, glancing back at her husband, who was deep in discussion with Claire, Nero and Sai about where they should start in the morning. "Changes everything," she murmured, her eyes liquid, bright and wistful. She smiled at Florica again. "Would you like to hold him?" "Me? Oh, um, o-okay," Florica stammered, inexpertly offering her arms. "Here, that's right, just support his head with your other hand, like that-" Amy maneuvered the sleepy boy into Florica's hands with practiced ease, having already taught most of her nieces and nephews the same lesson. "There. See? He likes you," she chuckled as little Sai's chubby fingers clenched a fistful of Florica's soft dress. Florica gazed down at the tiny life in her arms, astonished by its fragility and perfection. She didn't dare let their auras fully connect, lest she taint him somehow, but even from the edges of his she could feel his radiant purity, like some angelic creature only temporarily borrowing a human form. "He's beautiful," she whispered, awed. Amy beamed. "He is. Thankfully he got his father's good looks," she chuckled self-deprecatingly. Florica nodded, though the baby's facial features had been the least of what she had been referring to. She glanced up shyly at her brother, unable to stop a grin from spreading across her face at the simple joy of holding the child. Amy giggled again. "C'mon, I'll show you all to your rooms." Leaving the baby in Florica's arms, she led the group back through the maze of hallways and around to where the bedrooms were.
  14. Dancing in the moonlight wind, caressed with silver and blue, she spun and sang to a blessed tune. She was a priestess to the goddess of sea and moon, her robes like that of night sky and sea foam waves, dotted with pearls and shimmering gems. It was the full moon, the tide was at it's highest, water lapped at her ankles, splashing up around her knees. Her music was the wind, his voice in the dry grass and shifting sands. The woman danced for the sake of dancing, to feel the elements surround her, dancing with her, sharing their energy and joy with her. 

  15. Thank you; I was beginning to wonder. I'll write a post for Roleplay News.
  16. Oh yeah, they also have bone spurs on their lower legs that let them climb trees, and better balance, but still not a very good sense of which branches can support their weight so... ...falling pig warning!
  17. Working my way through The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon. It’s got good action, multiple lgbt characters, and detailed world building. And dragons. It has lots of dragons.
  18. I'll follow you/erm..STALK you...lol.. Oh I'm just kidding!! Welcome to Valucre and I'm glad that you decided to give this forum a good old-fashioned try!!! I am the Greeter, benny boy, ready to help point you into the right direction to Staff and Admins to help you on your way!!! Welcome!!! Benny
  19. As Tharraleos continued on his way, he noticed a figure approaching from the city. From what he could distinguish at this moment, the mystery person wasn't hostile and the Griff would go forth with his nonchalant stride. As he got closer into view, Tharr noticed something on the man's visage that made the feathers on the back of his neck stand up on end though his composure remained collected. "Greetings." Responded the grand beast with much eloquence as he came to a halt, his vocals seeming to vibrate the air around him. For one with such a crude appearance, he carried himself with the utmost sophistication. His rigid golden gaze was locked on the man like a laser, not entirely sure what to make of him. Seldom did mortal men approach him without much regard. "What brings you out here?" He inquired with a raised brow, arms folding across his chest.
  20. Tobais sat and listened already he had the pieces put together from the others. The best to place to infiltrate was the heart. It also led out to so many other places. With those served the connections would fall. It would also make it easier to infiltrate other places as well. Finally he tapped on Jin’s shoulder. “We’re looking sketchy over here. The best plan would be to take the woman’s advise, and to form teams. The entertainment idea would be viable. We can make two other groups. One pretending to be slaves and slavers, and finally some free agents to appear as the more powerful people. While It stretches the current party thin, it gives the best advantage. A single person can get where a group can’t. The “band” can actually preform. You can hang out before and after the performance and gather intel. And since it a outside band, asking questions, as long as they aren’t pointed, would draw no attention. The other group, can actually move about in the heart of evil. They can take information from the source. After all slaves hear all kinds of information from their masters. Then with someone in the higher ranks, it grants some umbrella protection to the other agents and of course, discourse of the intricate and detailed workings of the system is laid bare. These three prongs have the most protection and the most accuracy. We can cover the big picture, the workings, and ground knowledge. Of course that’s a pretty tall order. But probably the only one sufficient enough, to dismantle this lave empire.”
  21. Slipping in through the entrance was the easy part, getting to the control center was what was going to kill him. "Who the hell are you?" "Sound the alarm!" Shit. With one throw he took out the soldier trying to get to the alarm button, the knife sticking out of his head as he lay still on the ground. His comrade had the sense to open fire before Isaiah had the chance to throw another knife, forcing him to dive into the hall on his right. There was a sharp pain in his side, and after putting his hand on it, he found blood. Running through the corridor he recalled the set of directions he memorized from the floor plans. The plan didn't quite go right however, as there seemed to be more soldiers than previously thought inside the structure. Did they realize how important this place was in the siege? That didn't matter, he fought his way through as best as he could, and took out a fair number of soldiers along the way. Finally he burst through a set of double doors, barring it with both swords and groaning as he got to the controls. His blood loss was becoming critical, and he needed to get this done, or else his death would be for nothing. He pulled a lever, flipped a switch, and released the failsafe meant to stop the plant from overloading. There was only one thing left to do. Bloody hands took out the explosive device, wired to explode by a detonator. He collapsed to the ground, just as the enemy was trying to force their way in. Shaking, with shallow breaths, he pulled out the detonator, fighting back the feeling of blacking out, he frowned. "Damn...this really wasn't how I wanted to spend my last moments...should have asked for my payment up front..." He chuckled, and just as the enemy had broken through the door, he triggered the detonator, and his mercenary career ended in a glorious blaze of fire and death.
  22. Well I mean yeah, if you like a good swordfight then we can definitely do the majority of it just us fighting, but remember that this isn't gonna be a tournament or any sort of like competitive fight because we're not gonna have judges or anything to determine winners or anything like that. The plot is still the plot, but we don't need to plan out every single blow for blow either. A cursed transforming weapon is actually a pretty good idea!
  23. I only read the first book of that series. Let me know if the others are worth the sweat plz
  24. I just finished the last of the Codex Alera series by Jim Butcher. The last two books were a bit of a chore to get through. I'm going to start listening to the Dresden Files on Audible.
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