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  1. 4 points
    I'm trying to take things one at a time. Just sort of going along and trying to keep myself from getting just all over extended again. The sheer amount of tiredness that I feel at times can be overwhelming, but at least I'm healing.
  2. 3 points
    OBELUS

    What will you learn?

    > LOOK WEST Behind the grocery store you can see several buildings beginning to sag. As you watch, a five-story complex collapses. The battle cry sounds like it belongs to a young girl.
  3. 3 points
    OBELUS

    What do they know?

    The bullet flies true. The lamp explodes in a shower of glass and neon-green fluid. The shelves shudder, a few tipping over. Creaky, pained groans emanate from the widening hole, as if wrenched from the very bowels of the earth. It is then that you hear screaming. No, not screaming; this is a battle cry in a high-pitched, suspiciously young voice. It begins faint, but grows steadily louder from the WEST. From the same direction comes the deafening crash, of something that sounds like breaking concrete. The walls shudder in turn. You are inside the Store
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    Torie looked the newcomer up and down. Two attractive men, one who looked around her age. That wasn’t something to sneeze at. Maybe she COULD become a murderer...? “Aaric Tritum?” She said, then poked him in the navel with one retracted claw. “But you barely even have one tum!” He gave the newcomer a toothy grin, which lasted until he talked about taking on an assassination mission. “How can you NOT be a murderer but kill people for money?” she said, then looked back to Priscilla with narrowed eyes. “Sounds like you two will get along just fine though." She looked back and forth between all three of them. Much company was overdue, and men here seemed quite friendly, but she wasn't exactly sure about their morality. Priscilla seemed keen to kill children in their sleep. Aaric didn't enjoy killing people for money but did it anyway. At least Allric seemed like the noble warrior. She would have to hear a little more first.
  5. 3 points
    ❤️Happy Resurrection Day ❤️ John 3:16-17 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him. Luke 24:46 He told them, "This is what is written: The Messiah will suffer and rise from the dead on the third day...
  6. 2 points
    SweetCyanide

    What do they know?

    Grigori started to panic watching the ripped-jeans woman hop from shelf-to-shelf like the wildest game of 'the floor is lava'. He scrambled to pick up a large piece of concrete laying down by his feet. It flew at the glass door and crashed on tiles. "WOMAN," He yelled, outstretching his hand through the shards and opened the door from the inside. The shelves within the living store slowed, and they turned to look at him. Grigori started to panic even more. What's worse is that there seemed to be something else that was heading their way. "Quickly, quickly!" He stretched out his hand for Alethea to take. His legs began to weaken from the chaotic mess and the outrageously alarming battlecry approaching from behind them.
  7. 2 points
    SweetCyanide

    What will you learn?

    for some reason i posted in the dice roll thread without thinking 😭 what i actually meant to do was DISCERN
  8. 2 points
    SweetCyanide

    What will you learn?

    > look WEST > listen to strange battlecry
  9. 2 points
    -Lilium-

    The Light, Extinguished

    Discerning the direction of its gauze can be a daunting task. The flat colors of its eyes leaving little room to decipher exactly where it is that his attention seems to lie. However, he does not appear to blink. That empty forbidding expression seems endless as it watches silently each individual newcomer and forth-comer alike. Their voices and sounds carefully interpreted and memorized for future necessity. Not that anyone really knows that. He is a very plump pink piggy after all. One that seems to garner the attention of another being, quite needy and enthusiastic toward his delicate frame. Shown by the looks she gives. It draws nothing but a soft snort of annoyance. One that is followed by the gentle placement of his shrunken maw against the table as if to state the tedious notions of annoyance he feels towards feeling the and smelling the watering of a foreign mouth that threatens to nip at his haunches. Then again sitting his head on the table can symbolize boredom or weariness. The lack of his expressions, purposeful. Being that anything more meaningful would be directed at Sibyla and There, and to no one else. Being that they are merely to be fodder for the darkness that dwells within his tiny soulless body... Freckles indicates none of this. Though somehow his lids finally seem to lower to become more narrow. The wet flat protrusion of his nose sliding against the table and pointing from one person to the next as they take in the Princess's announcement. Carefully watching, carefully deciding, carefully being quite judgemental for something so much smaller than everyone else.
  10. 2 points
    Feeling at home in a new place is nearly as awkward as doing so in a known one. Or so the woman believes. It had taken two transfers and a turn around for her airship flights and map directions to finally get her where she needed to be. Here. And by the look on her face, it isn't all that appealing. But it isn't the Port she's come to tour or take note of. The idea that catches her attention is darker and more heinous. That underbelly of rot and decay that seems to lurk in every corner of the world. No matter where she turns, they're always hanging out in the shadows, leaving messes and trails to be followed. Maybe not by ordinary folks, and more akin to persons such as herself. Maybe it's an aura, or two, or five. She does count them but doesn't really have the capacity to care or empathize as much as some would like for her to. A thought causing her eyes to automatically roll. And even then she has to catch herself, only to keep her palm from trying to rub that particular look from her face. As she does this her eyes come in contact with a mouth. Not a pretty one by any standard that she can imagine. Her stomach taking a double flip and twist as she watches it open and close in the process of gorging on food. Though it doesn't entirely seem to shut itself. Contoured in a frame of disgust, her face somehow manages to turn. Averting her eyes from the scene she somehow managed to hone in on. Four. She counts them again before speaking. "Sorry I'm late. Had a little travel trouble along the way." With a short wave and point, she grants them introductions, "I'm Saira, and this is Gauge." Indicating herself as well as the thin black long-haired fluffy dog whose head reaches the height of her lower ribs. "Did I miss anything? It's alright I'm sure I'll catch it all on the way! Right?!" Maybe a bit too cheerfully stated. "Mannnn you can really just...stuff it all in there can't you Bissip?!" She'd caught his name as she'd walked up, and despite the comment, she refuses to look at his face while he stuffs it full again.
  11. 2 points
    Aaric Tritum woke up fresher than he had ever been in his life as the sun shone brightly through the window that was his and his teacher’s rented room inside the tavern. It felt odd as Strutter was never one to let him sleep in till this late. This meant two things: Either his teacher was finally giving him some slack, or something was very very wrong. The budding adventurer got up in a flash and quickly gazed at his surroundings. Nothing seemed out of place; no blood, no mess, no sign of his teacher or his belongings… WAIT A FIDDLESTICKING MINUTE! Aaric threw the sheets of his half-nude, athletic form and cursed as he quickly put on some clothes, his mind running a mile a minute. Where did his master go? How could he just up and leave him in the room? He never once did this ever since he took him on as his apprentice! Maybe he was out on some errand? This definitely, positively could not be happening to him! Dressing as minimally and modestly as he could, the young man slid down the railing of the stairs, jumped off and running to the attending barkeep as he casually wiped his mugs with a dirty piece of cloth that definitely had seen better days. “Good day, good sir!” Aaric panted heavily, trying to catch his breath. “Have you perchance saw my master leaving this place? You should know him; bearded, always cloaked, puffing on his pipe. We checked in only a couple of days past!” “Hmm,” The bearded man rubbed his bearded chin. “I can’t say I ne’er saw im’. Too many persons checking in an’ out these days. Perhaps something… glinty could help jog mah mind?” The wayfarer gave the barkeep the most deadpan expression he could give. That was the most blatant request for a bribe he had ever heard! But no matter, first priority was knowing where Strutter was so he could at least know what in the blazes was going on. With great reluctance he pulled out a silver coin and slammed it onto the table, sliding it towards the bearded man with his fingers, scowling immensely. The barkeep picked it up with his gnarled hands and inspected it; biting it to Aaric’s great disgust, as if checking if it was real silver. Once he was satisfied of the coin’s authenticity, he pocketed the coin and took out a piece of parchment that was sealed with wax and handed it over to the young man who took it and looked at curiously. “Ya just earned yerself another night’s stay youngin’.” He gruffed. “Yer master wanted me to pass it to ya when he left. He specifically asked me tuh bribe ya so ya could learn this lesson: Information ne’er comes fer free. Go ahead an’ open it.” Aaric raised a brow. That was quite a roundabout way of teaching him something. It wasn’t a lesson he never learnt before. Perhaps Strutter wanted to remind him to be cautious when it came to dabbling in information. But that didn’t matter now… the fact that his teacher left him a letter meant things were most probably exactly as he feared. Hands, shivering with trepidation, he ripped open the wax seal and read the contents of the letter. As he read it, his emotions ranged from shock, confused then somber. Dear Aaric Tritum, It is with great regret and heavy heart as I write this letter, to inform you that it is time we part ways. I still remember when you were still a young boy, so full of potential! It reminded me of myself during my younger days. How I wish I could have turned back time and relive my more adventurous years! We have been through so many adventures together, both big and small. Although my teaching methods may have been harsh, I hope you know that I did it because I knew you would soak up the knowledge I gave like a fish to water! But now, it is time to move on. I can proudly say I have taught you everything I know. You even have your own fighting style, your own weapons, equipment, tactics. I could go on. But in all honestly, I left because I felt that it is time that you went on your own adventures. You do not need my hand to hold anymore. As for me, I have my own personal quest that I have to do. Alone. If I told you beforehand you would definitely have stuck to me like glue! I could not let you come with me. Not this time. I regard you as my own son that I never had, Aaric. I still do, and I will for years to come. So go forth like a eaglet and spread your own wings! Someday, we may cross paths once again and we can exchange stories of our adventures as fellow adventurers instead of student and teacher. Remember the creed that I, now you, shall always live by. Strength and Honor. Regards, Strutter Aaric closed his eyes and sighed, his shoulders slumped as he folded the letter and kept it in his pocket. Strutter had well and truly left him behind to fend for himself. During their adventures, he would always say that he would leave him one day to pursue his own quests. But Aaric always thought it as a joke. He thought he would always be with his master. It seemed that Strutter always stuck true to what he said. Strength and honor, huh? The newly independent wayfarer chuckled. I’ve always trusted him. No reason to not trust him right now. If he really thinks I can make it on my own, then I’ll show him! With determination burning brightly in his eyes. Aaric turned to the barkeep and slid a copper coin, who took out a mug-full of ale without a word. Muttering his thanks, the newly minted adventurer sat on the barstool, ale in hand and sipped as he turned to face the rest of the tavern’s inhabitants. It was nearing midday, but business seemed to be brisk. Scanning the area he looked out for any hints of a contract or job being in the works. Tavern customers usually came in either individually or in groups. The two types never mixed or sat at the same table together for the duration of their drink or meal. The only way to know if a job was in its planning stages, was if one party from a table decided to directly interact with the other party from another table. There were many seedy groups and individuals, too many for young Aaric to keep track of. So he decided to wait and see if anyone else would start something. Anything! The entrance opened with the ringing of the bell that caught Aaric’s attention. The first things he noticed were her thin, graceful frame which did nothing to hide the large heavily modified crossbow that made him stop sipping his ale in amazement. Where in the blazes did she get that thing?! Huh, doesn’t seem like she’s having any trouble carrying it. Seems like a well-seasoned adventurer. Wonder if she’s trying to compensate for something? Aaric sniggered at his own joke as he watched her take an empty table and simply watched the rest of the tavern’s customers going about their own business. Oho! Seems like little miss crossbow is looking for something… someone perhaps? Likely for hired help. Let’s see where this goes. A few minutes later, the entrance bell rang again. This time, Aaric’s eyes widened in shock as a tall burly figure of a Minotaur in monks robes no less, entered the tavern and sat down at another table make his order. A minotaur in a monk’s guise. Damn, that’s something you don’t see every day. And I’m more well-traveled than most people here! Aaric wondered. Didn’t monks usually confine themselves to their monasteries? What is he doing all the way in a tavern like this? "Hey bull boy! Unless you got coin to rent a room, you gotta leave as soon as you're done eating." The barkeep stated, which the minotaur nodded in compliance. Well… that was easy. Minotaurs are usually an easily angered bunch of creatures. You could anger them as easily as waving a red cloth in front of their faces whether it was intentional or not. But this one’s quiet and calm. Looks like this monk’s robes aren’t for show. The wayfarer surmised. “Oh give him a break, Tevin,” Aaric almost spit out his ale as he tried to not stare as obviously as possible at possibly the largest tigress that he had ever seen. Judging from the tone in her voice, she was definitely female and had a corner of the inn all to herself, lounging on many cushions more colourful but much less plush than her stripy tiger coat. Her sparkling green eyes wandered over the minotaur, and she gave him a sympathetic (albeit very toothy) smile. “He only respects money, sadly,” she said, her voice a deep almost-roar which reverberated off the stone walls of the tavern. “You can share my room, if you want. It has a bed I’m not using. Care to come sit with me?” The massive cat nodded her snout towards a wooden chair beside her, which looked diminutive in comparison. It was obvious the cat would not be able to come to the minotaur, for the spaces between the tables simply didn’t allow a being of her girth to navigate. She wasn’t only big (although she was big, easily being twelve feet long) but had a girth to match. Jowls of fat and fur had almost hidden her ears from view, and her belly splayed out around her like an in-built cushion. Even her massive paws were chubby, with a ring of fat at the joint of her wrist. Beside her sat a leather harness made with many bags for her belongings, and a large brass washbasin, big enough to bathe a man but instead holding a steaming pile of meat, from the leg of a deer to other, less-discernible parts. Torie waved her paw at it. “Do you eat meat? Take something, if you like.” How in the bloody hell did he not notice the tigress in the corner? Perhaps Aaric wasn’t as eagle-eyed as he thought he was. The fact that she could speak meant that she wasn’t any mere talking creature. Pure animals couldn’t talk. Half-breeds like the minotaur could. Which meant only one thing: This female feline was a changeling. He knew of their existence but had never really met one up close, and talking in their animal form no less! Usually it was too hard to spot one from a crowd of humans in their human form, or from any other normal animal in their animal form out in the wild Seems like it was Aaric’s lucky day! So many unique personalities around him, perhaps soon someone will initiate a conversation of sorts? His predictions were soon answered when he noticed the purple-haired woman stand from her seat and make her way towards the general direction of the minotaur and tigress. They weren’t exactly far apart anyways. "If you'd indulge me, for a few moments, I can take care of your appetite for you. Room troubles, too." The crossbow girl flashed a smile towards the minotaur, if a little awkward to Aaric at least. Then addressing the tigress as well. "Unless you're comfy where you are, in which case, I can bring the table to you." Snapping her heels, she then made her way towards the corner where Aaric noticed a broody man was sitting alone, brooding with a stack of papers beside him. Hmm. Seems like the warrior type. Looks sad and brooding over that stack of papers he’s got. Wonder what’s inside that blue bag of his? That doesn’t look like any gunny sack, material looks to good be used as one. I’m gonna name this one… Mister Broody McSadface! Let’s see where this goes, little miss crossbow! Aaric thought with excitement. "You also look like you're in need of table-fellows. Why not keep us company, and get a meal for your efforts?" She enquired before finally making her way towards a moderately sized table in the middle of the tavern where she leant, expecting the three individuals to answer her offers. "Table-fellows, huh?" The regal looking man answered first, rapping his knuckles on the table twice as he considered the offer. "Sure. Why not? Seems like an interesting lot you're trying to talk to. Or drink with." He spoke as he pushed himself up, grabbing his duffel bag and jerking it from the floor to relocate. "No need to feed me though. It hasn't been that long since I've eaten. Maybe you can help me." He stopped short of the Minotaur and Tiger, his smile dropping down to one side. "A mighty minotaur and majestic tiger. Can't say I ever imagined I would be sharing a table with the like. No offence intended." With a respectful bow of his head he settled into his new seat, dropping his bag to the ground with a harsh 'thunk'. "Alric Galanos. Pleased to make your acquaintance." Alric Galanos… sounds almost like a noble’s name. Looks the part too. That was definitely metal clanking when he dropped the bag on the floor. Armor perhaps? Could be a soldier or knight. Makes sense. Crossbow girl definitely needs someone to take someone head on while she goes for the range. "Priscilla," She replied curtly. "Priscilla... That's a nice name." Mister Broody McSadface remarked. Ahh so little miss crossbow has a name. Nice name to go with that pretty face of hers, if a little weathered. Aaric commented offhandedly in his mind. "So this bar is pretty out of the way, huh?" Priscilla asked. "Are you some kind of merchant, or...I dunno, a pilot or something?" "That depends. How far out of the way for you is it? I'm not really from around here. I came from Ursa Madeum." He took hold of his water when the waitress returned and presented it to him, taking a sip and raising an eyebrow at the second question. "A pilot? No. What'd give you that idea?" He chuckled slightly at the question. The Tigress was next to respond. She stretched, flexing dinnerplate-sized paws and claws like huge talons. Huge, white, manicured talons. Aaric shivered at what those could do to any prey in her way. Maybe she could turn into her human form? What did she look like as a human? Did changelings even have any clothes on when they changed between forms? Aaric’s imagination went wild and he had to stop himself from blushing or worse, bleeding from his nose at his more than puerile thoughts. While young Aaric was no stranger to the fairer sex, he wasn’t exactly great in the relationship department. Not that he had any to speak of that lasted more than a night. And even those were very few and far between. "I suppose I could do with a stretch," she said, then positioned her legs to stand. Or tried to. The girth of her overstuffed stomach was such that it took her a little while to find the right position, and then the willpower to haul two thousand pounds of tiger to its feet took another few moments. She wandered over to the table at a saunter, trying not to look as winded as she felt, and trying to make sure she wasn't obviously arching her back to keep her stomach off the ground - dirty skid marks on otherwise white fur weren't really a good look. She looked up when the man - Alric - mentioned a majestic tiger and gave him an appreciative smile before reaching the table and plopping down on her rump when Aaric Priscilla ask Alric if he was a murderer. The wayfarer wore a comically confused expression. Who in their right mind asks if they’re a murderer in the face?! Alric found an involuntary cough escaping him as he attempted to take another drink of his water, causing him to place it back on the table quickly. "That's a pretty big leap from a pilot." He returned, a half smile still present on his face as he looked down, tapping his knuckles on the table in front of him. "It's the duffel bag of armor, isn't it?" Finally realizing that this was one conversation he wasn’t going to want to miss, Aaric slowly slid off the barstool and slowly crept towards the table as quietly and discreetly as possible, trying not to alert the parties involved. The tigress turned to Alric and said: "I suppose you could be both, right? Or all three." She leaned a little closer, squinting her pale green eyes. "You don't look like a murderer to me, but then again they do tend to wash the blood off their clothes and weapons after the deed is done." She sniffed again. "No scent of blood on you. So either you're a cleanly murderer or... not a murderer." Damn… cat lady’s got a good sense of smell. Aaric surmised. A party member with a nose like that would do wonders in sniffing out ambushes or tracking down people. Looks like this party’s worth joining if I do say so myself! "Could be." Alric returned with a slight shrug. "If what you're asking is if I'm someone who murders for fun, then no. If you're asking if I've taken lives... Then yes. Many times. You're not going to find the smell of blood on me though. I'm not a mercenary. I'm a knight... was a knight." Yes! Spot on Aaric tritum! Looks like Strutter’s training paid off! Aaric cheered to himself mentally. The knight reached down and patted his blue duffel bag, his hand grazing against the metal protruding from the top. "I prefer to battle in my armor. Haven't in a while. Even if I had I clean my armor. Negative effects if gear isn't properly maintained." His fingers drummed the table before he leaned forward and rested his chin in his palm. "Enough about me though. What about you two? Murderers? Detectives? I'm curious what brings a tiger here. And your question. It felt like there was something behind it. A reason." He leaned back in his chair, taking his beverage once again, flashing a smile at the others. "I'm an open book if you are." As the wayfarer neared the table, keeping himself as far away from the sensitive nose of the tigress as possible, the conversation became easier to eavesdrop on. Sitting on the stool on the table adjacent and closest to them, he continued to listen. Priscilla put the knife that she was toying with onto the table. "Well, you see. I'm a murderer, and I need help murdering people." Ooookay. Seems like this dainty girl looks more tough than she lets on. She’s got spunk, saying that in front of potential hires. "Obviously, I'm not a murderer, as you can tell. That is, I'm not in the line of work for killing people, but it's an unfortunate consequence of making money, I'm afraid." She continued. True. Aaric nodded. It seemed that she had more than enough experience being in the rough in her hands. Slowly, cautiously, he shuffled his stool closer to their table. She picked the knife up, and put it away. She crossed her hands again, and leaned into the table. "I make my money by picking up odd jobs hither and thither, travelling around wherever I can find work. Usually my work is on the right side of the law." Priscilla explained. “The Gehenna crash a while ago? That wasn't on the right side of the law, unfortunately. But, I walked it off rather well, unlike a lot of other people on the payroll." So she’s one of the survivors. Aaric sipped his ale. News of the Gehenna's crash a few months back had made the news for a good long while. The airship was one of the largest commercial ships in the air in recent history, and had fallen from the sky after being attacked mid-flight by pirates, who grounded the ship and murdered and captures the crew and passengers. Priscilla and her friends aboard the vessel had survived, by fighting off pirates and scavengers at the crash site, and had made it to Vdara, but many folks didn't, and were still missing, or dead. “Wait. So you were part of a pirate gang who crashed an airship. Didn’t dozens of people disappear?” The tigress cocked her head, a very serious expression on her face. “And this is something you’re proud of?” Aaric stopped midway between his table and theirs, quirking a brow at the accusation the tigress made. This little lady was one of the pirates who crashed the ship?! Huh, doesn’t seem to look the part. If she made herself well-off from the crash she shouldn’t be sniffing around the likes of this place looking for help. “You are desperate,” The tigress said with a certainty, leaning backwards, eyes now wide as if she’d just found a hidden figure in a painting. “I should always trust my nose. What do you want? Speak plainly. I’ll know if you’re lying. Or my nose will.” She narrowed her eyes and flared her nostrils, leaning close in mock anger, looming large over the little lady. “You should know I’m a helpful soul, but only to honest folk. What does someone like you need murderers for? I might be wrong, but I seriously doubt you've murdered anyone in your life. Killed? Maybe. Murdered..?” She shook her head. "The Gehenna Crash? Sounds like a big deal from what the two of you are saying. I haven't heard of it though. Then again, I have spent a lot of time alone in taverns for a while." Alric exclaimed. Still leaning back in his chair he rested his water on the table before reaching up and rubbing his cheek. "I'm also inclined to agree with our majestic table fellow. I don't think that you're a murderer. You put up a good act. Even have some tendencies I've seen murderers do pinned down, like playing with a knife. But, as I said, I heard something behind your question. If she's right, then desperation might just be it." After taking a deep breath and releasing it, he continued, "Besides, murderers don't normally try to bring new people into their folds. Especially if those people are strangers. They also don't normally offer rooms and meals, unless they're picking their next target maybe. A tiger and a guy with a duffel bag of armor aren't really prime candidates to be murder victims though." With a small smile, Allric placed his arms on the table and leaned forward. "So now I'm a little curious. Normally I'd just kill the curiosity because I learned a long time ago it hardly ever leads to anything good. But, I'm already in this conversation so I may as well indulge myself this one time and I believe our friend here has the best question for the situation. What exactly do you need murderers for?" At this moment in time, Aaric had finally managed to merge himself with the table and still seemingly act like he was part of the drapes in the background. Thus, he decided to introduce himself in the best way possible. “Yeah, what do you need murderers for?” Aaric piped up Which shocked the holy hell out of everyone at the table. Or at least he hoped he did. One thing was for certain, that definitely got everyone’s attention and now all eyes were on him. “Oh! Um… Hi.” He started off intelligently, giving his best and most charming smile! “Uh… I’m really sorry for barging in like this, but I couldn’t help overhear your conversation. And I want to just say… that I would like to be a part of this thing you guys are planning.” Looking at the three pairs staring at him, he knew this would be a tough crowd to convince. And he couldn’t fault them if they decided to reject him. He basically just swooped right into the conversation without invitation and eavesdropped on them to his hearts content. If he was going to earn a sliver of their trust, he would have to use the one thing Strutter ever taught him when it came to the basics of taking on a job: Honestly is the best policy. “My name is Aaric Tritum.” The wayfarer introduced himself. “Not to be confused with Mister Broody McSadface ‘Alric’ over there, so if it makes it easier you can call me Ricky for short.” “I am a wayfarer and I have been travelling the lands of Genesaris with my Teacher, Strutter. Who has, without warning, left me to fend for myself after teaching me everything he knows about adventuring and mercenary work. Heheh!” Aaric continued as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “Let me try to summarise what I think little miss crossbow is trying to do here. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think what she’s trying to do is form a motley riff raff party to earn some coin. So I have come to you guys to request that I join your merry band and hope we can earn coin together! As a team!” “As for what I can provide in terms of skills, you could say I dabble in the subtler aspects of adventuring. Skills which some may associate more towards the likes of rogues, thieves… and assassins.” Aaric looked up, trying to gauge the reactions of the rest of the table. “I am quite proficient in information gathering, spying, pickpocketing, wall climbing and shadow blending… Which is exactly what you all might think it means.” “Of course, this doesn’t make me less of a fighter. I’m very proficient in hand to hand combat and with my twin nightmare blades, if I do say so myself. I tend to rely on stealth, speed, traps and tricks to neutralize my opponents. In addition, If I cannot take down my opponents directly I still have a ranged option.” He exclaimed, then turned to the lavender haired woman. “Just like you little miss crossbow! Just a little… smaller.” Putting his left arm onto the table for all to see, he upturned it to show everyone his wrist bow. A mechanical spring-loaded device made from the finest materials Genesaris had to offer. A gift commissioned by none other than Strutter himself on his eighteenth birthday. Made by a travelling gearsmith from Terrenus. It could re-cock itself with each cycle and fire a myriad of bolt types that Aaric could easily fashion himself with the right tools and resources. “And that is on top of all my cute little gadgets I have stashed in my backpack which can help give everyone an edge while were on the road.” The self-professed wayfarer ended his introduction, then to the former knight. “I hope that my less-than-honorable methods won’t be an issue Mister Alric?” “I… I’ve killed before. I even took up an assassination contract once.” Aaric suddenly went somber, as if remembering an unpleasant memory. Pushing it to the back of his mind, he continued. “But like all of you, I’m not a murderer. I’m here just to look for a party and earn some coin. Maybe make a friend or two.” “My master once taught me that whatever life throws at us, we should take it head on with the strength to see the light of tomorrow, and to honor our contracts and comrades whoever they may be. I might seem to be a shady character given my skills but I assure you, if you would have me, I will do my very best to earn my keep and be a valuable, loyal member to the party.” “So what say you?” Aaric gazed at each and every one of the individuals seated at the table with conviction in his eyes. Then placed his right hand face down in the middle of the table, hoping the others would follow suit. “Strength and honor?”
  12. 2 points
    Token

    Long Roads Ahead (Back to Square One)

    Allric glanced back and forth between the tiger and the woman who had brought the three of them together, listening to their exchange. "The Gehenna Crash? Sounds like a big deal from what the two of you are saying. I haven't heard of it though. Then again, I have spent a lot of time alone in taverns for a while." Still leaning back in his chair he rested his water on the table before reaching up and rubbing his cheek. "I'm also inclined to agree with our majestic table fellow. I don't think that you're a murderer. You put up a good act. Even have some tendencies I've seen murderers do pinned down, like playing with a knife. But, as I said, I heard something behind your question. If she's right, then desperation might just be it." After taking a deep breath and releasing it, he continued, "Besides, murderers don't normally try to bring new people into their folds. Especially if those people are strangers. They also don't normally offer rooms and meals, unless they're picking their next target maybe. A tiger and a guy with a duffel bag of armor aren't really prime candidates to be murder victims though." With a small smile, Allric placed his arms on the table and leaned forward. "So now I'm a little curious. Normally I'd just kill the curiosity because I learned a long time ago it hardly ever leads to anything good. But, I'm already in this conversation so I may as well indulge myself this one time and I believe our friend here has the best question for the situation. What exactly do you need murderers for?"
  13. 2 points
    Old thread: https://www.valucre.com/topic/17248-student-body-roster/ Reposted as a new thread because the software doesn't handle ancient threads being updated over years very well so figure a fresh take is worthwhile Template and other information here: https://www.valucre.com/topic/30164-gaian-academy-information/ OOC chatter thread: https://www.valucre.com/topic/42261-gaian-academy-ooc/?do=findComment&comment=763845
  14. 1 point
    Vetanoob

    Back to Square One

    Yep thanks! 😄 I think that's fine. My intro was really long... So I hope that I didn't make anyone else dizzy with so much text. But from next post onwards there will definitely be less words than before. But of course that will not diminish the quality of my post. 🙂 Just curious @Jotnotes, is there a plot you have in mind for this adventure? Or will we be taking on a quest (like artifacts and such)?
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    vielle

    Dice Rolling Thread

    this kid wants her fruity loops, ya possessed store
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    danzilla3

    Leying a Foundation

    SUMMARY: Seeking to advance the THRIVE initiative, Grant Knight and a squad of volunteers go to clear away dead vegetation so that new life may bloom from the leyline his mother had struck a bargain with. At first, all goes well, but soon things take a turn for the worse. The group is set upon by a pack of vegetation monsters seemingly spawned from the pollutants that had been deposited there by the Tyrant King. After fighting off numerous smaller entities, an alpha shows up, but is defeated by the Prince and his allies. The land is now clear of death and decay, and ready to be farmed. SHORT SUMMARY: A mission to cleanup polluted land becomes a fight for survival. @Deus Ex Aizen
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    danzilla3

    Leying a Foundation

    Grant grinned at Koryu, "A prince must defend his people after all. You're quite impressive yourself, as are you Madame." Looking out upon the fields, it was clear that any remaining plant creatures were dead or dying now that the big one was gone. With that danger passed, they could now clear the fields in peace. Of course, he would also need to have the corpses examined to find out all he could about the things, but all of that could come later. For now, he was ready to call an end to a hard days work, and go get a drink. He would even invite the others to join them.
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    danzilla3

    Ruin (Thread)

    The city was burning. It had happened so fast that they were still struggling to learn all the details. The one detail that everybody could agree on was that it had all started with shards of glass, pieces of a mirror it seemed, had fallen from the sky. Soon after, everything had descended into chaos. People who had touched the shards had become psychotically violent; visiting death, torture, and worse, upon anyone they encountered. Though the Enforcers had tried to keep order, but even they were soon compromised by the spreading madness. Eventually they had fallen back to form a perimeter around the Arcadia district, thoroughly screening everyone coming out. But there were still people trapped within the quarantine zone; the elderly, the sick, and the injured. Prince Grant Knight wasn't willing to simply let them die, and had asked for volunteers from both the Enforcers and anyone else willing to go. He had managed to gather a group of about a hundred who weren't needed elsewhere, plus a few others. Now, as they stood in front of a hastily erected checkpoint, he turned to address them. "I want to once again stress that this is a strictly voluntary mission, so now is your chance to walk away, no shame, no guilt." When nobody left, he continued, "Our objective is to get to Arcadia General Hospital. As of one hour ago, we know that there were a number of civilians and Enforcers holed up there. We're gonna get them out; them and anyone else we come across." "We know that the plague was spread by shards of some kind of mirror. I probably don't have to say this, but DO NOT touch any shards you may find. Also, when you come across a civilian, check their eyes. The eyes of those affected by the shards take on a reflective quality. Do not allow anyone to get to the barricade without checking their eyes. Any questions?" Iblis looked out upon the Arcadia district from the rooftop of a palace of a home that had probably once belonged to some rich diplomat or some other such thing. Not that he particularly cared. He was here to do one thing; gain power, and this arrangement was perfect for that. Whenever one of the plague victims died, he would receive a portion of their power. Just from those that had fallen already, he had accrued quite a bit; and was sure to be significantly more powerful by the time this ended. But he was also interested in helping his partner Claudette achieve her goals. As the sun set, and the myriad fires that had been set across the district began to cast eerie shadows over the streets. "Not a bad start, eh?" @Rin @Thotification @THE_BULL @Deus Ex Aizen
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    The manor is done, the announcement has been made, the radar foxes have been adopted, Thurgood and Aveline are working on expanding their territory, the Taen Loci are rapidly degrading the machinery to dig the vulcanium mine shaft, and they're doing this with pretty much only the aforementioned radar foxes. House Singlance will get this shit done with or without anybody else, but do you really want to miss out on this advancement? If you(r characters) don't want to work directly for/with House Singlance, or you want to go in a bit of a different direction but still be a part of this, that's what vassals are for!
  20. 1 point
    HollowCipher

    Looking for a fight?

    @supernal-senpai, one has a question. What is Imogen in the Gaian church exactly, a bishop, a cardinal, a simple priest?
  21. 1 point
    -Lilium-

    LEGEND | Alterion

    •TABLE of CONTENTS • Alterion Overview Cosanastre Arkadia Prime Izral Xaengri-La Lands of Alterion
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    -Lilium-

    FAQ | Rules of Engagement

    •TABLE of CONTENTS • Rules of Engagement Affecting the Canon of Alterion Warfare | Alterion Military Political Turmoil & Affiliations Religion | The Masons
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    -Lilium-

    The Harrowing | Kadia Event

    Their talk had given her some sense of encouragement. A light at the end of the tunnel perhaps, though fickle it was. For the following day is marked only with darkness. Selene had spent the better part of the early morning hours working with and brightening the mental health of her comrades. James’ people being of great importance to her as they are to him. His brethren and students. His family. Alarms began to blare. The flashing lights, the sounds of boots hustling along the halls of the ship. The time had come, and it had so very unintentionally quickly. Turbulence rocks her steps as she moves towards the bridge. Barely catching the last of the conversation before there is little to do but hit the ground running. There is little to say when her eyes finally land on what used to be a portion of her homeland. The dry heat of desolation runs across her skin, prickling every aspect of emotion she has. All of it coming together to form a sullen and bleak mask of emotionless darkness. It shadows the glow of her blue eyes, darkening their radiance with a profound rage. This tainted land, impregnated with the horrid beastmen who’d rendered it null. Alongside the others, she wields her sword. The oncoming enemy forces taking damage as well as giving it. From her peripheries she watches the lines surge, weapons readied and fighting. Some continue onward, while others disappear into the newly founded dust kicked up from their march along with the intrusion of beastman that collide against them. Even with all the clamor, she can pick out particular sounds, familiar as they are. The voices of both Tenkai and James as they holler above the motions of battle. “Both of you, do what you must to that monster. I’ll cover your backs!” As soon as the creatures find out what plan it is Tenkai and James are following through with, some of them will divert. Raining down upon the two as they attempt to take out the giant and it’s shield producing gear. Here is where Selene will ring out the fury of her vengeance. The necessary draw of blood that will bring down such treacherous and foul beasts. With every swing of her blade, a limb will be severed, and every blow from her boots and fists will leave them broken and bloodied. She would help show them the might of Kadia, that of which she knows her people have already been doing. @Fierach @Tenkai Matsumoto
  24. 1 point
    Venus Sprite

    Back to Square One

    @Vetanoob this is our OOC thread 🙂 Just a quick post from me today, seeing as it's out of order, but probably in Torie's character to try and get the first word in and say something dumb/light hearted.
  25. 1 point
    Swansong

    The Snow's Song

    "Take care, then." Fain murmurs to the man. "Do take heed of its call Mr. Belmont. You wouldn't want to become...lost, yourself." he calls as Archen pushes open the door. Fain turns to give Sinclair a neutral gaze, moving over to the table to set a necklace on top of it. It looks similar to the one he had just given Archen, but the gem inside is a beautiful indigo colour, and the clasp is silver. "If you need to contact Mr. Belmont for any reason Madam, you may by speaking into the necklace with intent. However, I must advise you to not use this simply due to misguided worry." Fain tells her with a bored tone, his words still strict in their droning quality. "He may also contact us this way. If he so chooses." Fain scans the house with attentive eyes, moving back to take a sip of his tea as he glances out the window. "I shall stay an evening, if it is not a terrible trouble for you." Fain asks her politely. Little did she know it was more for her sake than his own. The woman clearly wasn't used to being alone. The worry would likely eat her alive while Archen was out on his mission, something he hadn't done in such a long time and certainly not to such a difficult extent. This level of mission was certainly much above a fellow haunting or spook hunt, as it had as much to do with Archen and it did with whatever lost soul he is hunting. The icy air howls and sends a chilling wave of frost inside the hut as Archen trudges out. With a heavy shove, he manages to shut the door, facing the blizzard with a newfound purpose. The jewel inside of the man's cloak hums a small power, slightly warm within the fabric. The logical sense the hunter has is to not avoid the storm, but to go into it. Fain alluded previously that the cause for the ever worsening weather of the mountains might have to do with a lost soul shard residing in the snow, and the people missing must be connecting to that in some way as well. As the hunter trudges through the never ending snow and treacherous terrain, he finds it more difficult to see anything but grey and snow lining his vision. It's dangerous, no one in their right mind would travel through his terrible weather. His boot nudges something firm. Crouching near it reveals a body. Their body is covered in snow and ice, having frozen to death in nothing but their pajamas. The dead man isn't even wearing any shoes, the limbs blackened from frostbite. Strangely enough, even through the terrible snow and torrential blizzard, Archen can see the man's face is smiling. It's a calm smile, eyes glazed over with an expression of blank fondness, and their lips softly tilted up in adoration. There's nothing else to indicate what happened, only that the fool trudged out this far into the wilds in nothing but his silky pajamas and bare feet, and froze to death. And then he hears it. Faintly. Barely heard over the roaring winter wind. It's calling. Winter's lonely, cold, and bleak... Misunderstood and alone. Come to me so we can sleep, In the cold that we'll call home... It's like a siren song of lore, and Archen knows this is what he's here to find, and capture.
  26. 1 point
    Hurttoto

    NARCollections OOC

    Things are a bit slow with me I might get one tomorrow afternoon
  27. 1 point
    -Lilium-

    Rowan; Scaling the Heights of Tragedy

    Amarosa can only see the future now. Not one of her own making but something much crueler and more deluded than she could ever manage to create on her own. It is a devastating reality where they find themselves standing above the bodies of the fallen. People they'd torn from their homes and disemboweled on the streets amid smoke and fire. Screams are the musical notes that replace the normal lub-dub beat of the cities heart. Blood-curdling cries of pain, agony, and suffering. Whether it is real or not, Amarosa has chores to contend with. To cleanse all of Rowan in the name of her queen, with the newly reformed creatures at her back. They would wreak havoc on the city, the continent, the world. Wherever Rinoa's darkness can leech into, they will be there to turn those spidery veins into torrential rivers. Unstoppable. Or so she believes in the blackest pit of her darkly poisoned heart. "Get up." Despite the delusions of grandeur she manages to growl out Esben's sentence. Nearly tearing at the girl's arm as she too stands and pulls Esben along with her. "Let us go, we have work to do." That includes the elf who used to be known as Wyrn. The unlucky little tattle-tale who managed to get herself caught and transformed. Amarosa barely laughs. The sound rumbling from her throat more of a garbled click.
  28. 1 point
    Token

    Back to Square One

    Mine is a little shorter this round but I'm more pressed for time today/tonight than I thought I'd be. Sorry guys
  29. 1 point
    Wade

    What do they know?

    Laurent’s not quite sure why he takes aim at the grocery store. It’s like there’s an invisible hand guiding him. Making the decision for him. Stupid, he thinks, unsure of what he’s supposed to shoot at. He can’t help but feel a little ridiculous pointing his gun at box of Cap’n Munch. Then he sees the bulbous lamp glowing at the center of the ceiling. Right above the vortex sucking in Alathea. It reminds him of a movie. That must be the uvula. Laurent lifts his gun. Oh, so it’s a girl grocery store. A smile splits his face. “Stupid,” he mutters, shaking his head, and then- BANG!
  30. 1 point
    Wade

    What will you learn?

    >Attack store (hit d6 = 5) Here's to being the first dude in Valucre to inflict pain upon a grocery store
  31. 1 point
    To his surprise, one of the proposed party members had a mind for the details surrounding the target region of the mission. While this was quite helpful, Jinsoku had prepared for his lack of knowledge in the manner of which he decided to take this quest in. Had it not have been for the arrival of Bishop, he would have already covered that his knowledge was extremely limited, but also that he already had the plans in place to remedy that. "There's no doubt that your knowledge will serve us well, it already is. Like you said, my personal knowings of the Alcove are limited. However, the Grand Imperatrix has agreed to grant me council on this matter. Her past is....intimate with the environment, and so she has agreed to tell me all she knows about the area as well as those directly responsible for it. Please, unpack. She'll have to forgive me if I'm late, I have a feeling her information will be more easily received if my general knowledge going in is greater...I was hoping I wouldn't have to ask, but before you continue, you mind telling us your name. "O'yea, y'aw can jus'call me Bishop." His speech couldn't be any more impeded by the chunks of squid in his mouth. He shot a glance to Jun as she lifted her veil to take another bite with those chopsticks. If she managed to look at him while he was shamelessly staring, he'd deliver a wink with that shit eating grin before averting his gaze back to the other two men present. He too was curious as to who was who, considering he'd missed the introduction faze. He'd never ask though, not like he wouldn't call them all whatever he wanted anyways. Still, his keen senses keyed in on the back and forth in which he'd naturally acquire their names from hearing other people use them. When Tobias took the spotlight he was afforded, Bishop paid extra attention to the man. Though Bishop was obviously the one that someone should find hard to trust, the leader of this party was well aware of just whom he was as evident from his arrival. Seeing that familiarity deliver a certain level of trust all it's own to the shot caller had to count for something. In retrospect, Bishop noted two things; This dude ain't told nobody what his name is, and he knew quite a little bit about this Slaver's Enclave. Bishop was a title of the Catholic church meaning 'Overseer', while he wasn't much for passing judgement on people, Bishop was always watching them.
  32. 1 point
    "Mistress, a question?" the little girl called Khakina inquired after a while. "Why are we helping build a wall?" Sera, the woman heavily sweating beside Khakina cocked her head in assent. "Yeah! The bloody fuck we building a fucking wall when shit happened a couple of days ago." The Mistress Blackhead, the only woman sitting down with a cup of tea on her hand and a whip on the other, merely frowned at her subordinates. "One, we are here to help. And two, we need more laborers and you two seem to have no lack of spirit or well, able bodies." Khakina faced her 'so-called' leader, her teary eyes almost seemed to plead for mercy. "But...but..can you work with us? Share the burden?" "Yeah, bitch. Work those twigs you call arms. You ain't getting no shit from us till you show us shit." Of course, Sera too will add some of her 'oh-so-deep' words of wisdom. Annoyed, the Mistress cracked here whip at the two. "Are you implying that a delicate defenseless woman such as I should join in such an uncivilized and brutish action? What if my nails get chipped? Or my flawless skin get scars?" Another crack of her whip. "I did not bring you two so you can grumble and complain. Go move those arms or I'll have to whip harder!" The whips might hurt but Sera could not resist whispering to Khaki's ear. "Pssshhh! What a prude! The bitch starts bitching at us again." Both girls managed one last chuckle before the Mistress' whips began raining at them again prompting the two to pick up the pace. In silence.
  33. 1 point
    Spooky Mittens

    Toil and Trouble

    The sight of The Green Knight was not an uncommon one around Coth and it's surrouding territory. He was a man of normal stature, beautiful by human standards, sporting robes of green and black. The gentle clicking of metal plates about his chest and legs heralded his approach where he walked, though little warning they did give as Tirkas stepped with grace and stealth. Despite his armaments, he was no more noisy than your average man carrying a bag of coin. He wore several layers, some comprised of normal clothing, and some comprised of armor. His outermost garb was a brigandine jacket that protected Tirkas' torso from the front and back. Under this jacket he wore some bright green robes that peeked out around his neck and legs. His pants, once grey, were a newer black pair, stuffed neatly into a set of greaves that had been oxidized near-black. His arms were adorned similarly, with a vambrace only on his right hand and jack-chain strapped to his sleeves. His satchel was plain brown hide. He carried two weapons on his left hip as well, a sword by outward appearance, and a funny looking dagger with a grip that was far too long. He strolled through town, headed to a specific location. He recalled the previous evening when The Father had given him his mission. He was told a time and a place, as well as the nature of his visit, and so Tirkas carried a deep satchel over his left shoulder. He didn't need provisions of his own, but his newest companion might have need of them. There was obviously food in the bag, since Tirkas' newest animal companion stood upon his shoulder pecking at the bag opening now and again. It was a bird, a sleak and shiny green peacock. Tirkas had named him Percival, but the bird obviously cared nothing for the named given to it. Tirkas arrived promptly at the time he was told, for what was a man who could not keep a schedule? While he might normally keep to convention and announce himself, he saw no need. His pointed elven ears could hear the conversation within from up the way, and his bear-like sense of smell would recognize Constans anywhere, so Tirkas simply let himself in. The door opened, and he slipped inside the forge shack like a ghost. He was obviously ready to go already, so the elf stood and waited to be addressed directly. @Vansin@ViverFever
  34. 1 point
    So we need to flood Yh'mi with the most harmless, friendly, fluffy little critters until the threat totally dis-evolves. Yh'mi becomes the land of Happy Creepy Guinea Pigs.
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  37. 1 point
    @zackrobbman Sending in one wyvern is probably already pushing it with Yh'mi. I send in a whole wyvern-riding brigade and next thing you know, the bloody place is throwing flying Chitten Magni at us. do you really want flying Chitten Magni And the elephant has tricks up its, uhh, entirely metaphorical sleeve. It's from Aligoria my boi, Neque be making counter-plays to Yh'mi's malarkey in everything he's sent there.
  38. 1 point
    Takes it as a compliment. 👍 Well, I mean... you can be a widow and a virgin. It's just usually if your marriage lasts through the first night, you probably won't be. Of course, Erin is that kind of person who could somehow manage to have all of her husbands die within the same day as their wedding. XD On a semi-related side-note, Jaist was actually shipping Erin and Clive in discord chat a while back. 🤣 It's been sooooooo long since I've seen that movie, I hardly remember much of it. But Pixar does have a thing for sprinkling dark jokes/themes into their movies.
  39. 1 point
    OBELUS

    What will you learn?

    > THROW ROPE AT SHELF The rope obliges. It lets itself be thrown, snaking through the air. The rope loops one end around a shelf and goes taut. The lassoed shelf stops. It turns around to face you. It quietly reverses directions, joining the shelf you are on en route towards the hole where the counter once was.
  40. 1 point
    "Mmgh!" Charlie groaned, grinning rubbing his chin as he watched Challara busying herself with physical tasks throughout the encampment. He'd healed his broken jaw soon after she'd broken it, but the feeling was...sentimental to him. It had been the first time a female Drow had ever showed him that kind of affection, and he was going to savor it for as long as he lived. He also thought that she was officially into him. How had he come to such a ludicrous conclusion after having his jaw broken? He reasoned that if she hated him, she would've shot him or stabbed him in the heart. But she didn't. She'd only punched him. That apparently meant that she had enough affection for him not to hate him, and a woman giving Charlie any affection at all meant that he was at least in the ball-park and on his way to home-plate to bat. In other words, if a woman didn't hate Charlie, he felt that they were into him. He just needed to coax that bit of affection out into the open. In Challara's case, that meant way out into the open. This thinking was why he'd said what he did the night before right after he was sent spiraling to the ground from her magical hay-maker. "I see you like it rough!" Charlie smiled at the memory, thinking his words to be suave and manly. I personally hold it against Challara that she didn't knock him out or kill him, but...I guess it can't hold it against her since that had unfortunately not been the first time Charlie had been layed out by a woman with exceptional strength. He'd grown accustomed to physcial abuse at the opposite sex's hands and had even developed a thing for it. In his mind, blatant, hateful phsycial abuse was just a womans way of playing hard to get. It was the main reason why most of the bounties The Underworld had put on his head were by women. Not much pisses off a hard-nosed, feme-fatale more than some immature runt copping a feel while she's trying to kill him. It was all a cat-and-mouse game to Charlie, and he didn't mind being either part of the equation. He watched with the attention of a predator eyeing its prey as Challara squatted to pick up a large crate that was more than three-times Charlie's body-weight. "That's right baby." he chuckled under his breath with a shady grin that practiacally radiated tendrils of ectoplasmic perversion. "Work them thighs. You gonna need em' in bed later." While he'd spent most of the time stalking Challara and imagining what she'd look like in a string bikini, he couldn't help but notice the new band of norkotian mercs that had been driven into the encampment. Well, not so much the whole group of them as the few women within it. None of them were Drow, but they were women all the same so he felt they deserved a peek. There were three women on total. One of them looked like a female John Wick with a face that oozed blood-thirst and confidence. She kind of reminded Charlie of Tracey when she snapped, but nowhere near as scary or manic. Still, she was scary enough for Charlie to form his pick-up lines with a sense of caution lest he wind up getting emasculated. The second looked like his kind of woman. She was a little unstable looking in the eyes and was carrying a large flame-thrower, but she was still good-looking enough for him to consider her a snack. The last woman reminded him a gunslinging drunkard he knew named Clive McTeague. She had vivid blond hair, was smoking a cigar, and was decked out to have the apperance of a cowboy that could kill you in the blink of an eye or less. She was a little on the old side, but again, all that meant to Charlie was that she was more experienced. Whether she was experienced in murder or bed was easy to tell if you looked into her eyes, but Charlie once again decided to ere on the side of caution and not do that. If she turned out to not be all looks and decided to draw on him, he'd be dead before he could even give her a shady grin. He'd seen how fast Clive was and didn't want to chance it. Instead of risking his own neck in an attempt to woo either of them, he percieved an opportunity that was too good to be true. Cap-Guy was already making moves on them, and he figured he could kill two birds with one stone by simply watching. Not only would he get to glean how each woman reacted to the old, college, try, but if things went wrong, there was a good chance he'd be killed. Two of the women had been in handcuffs when they'd gotten off the truck, and Charlie was no fool as to why. The mercs that had been sent were obviously considered criminals wherever they'd come from, meaning that they were only there as 'Bad Company'. Flesh bags sent in to gauge the enemies capabilities since their lives technically harbored no value in the political sense. They'd been offered the choice of the gallows or the front lines, and they'd taken the latter. He didn't particularly care, but he did think that it was funny for whatever military instituion Sergeant Murray was from to send him a bundle of unstable criminals rather than trained soldiers. That meant they didn't care what happened here in Yh'mi, and that was what Charlie found funny. Cause he didn't care either. His hunch about the first woman being the gelding type turned out to be correct, the woman slinging a machete at the wooden stump Cap-Guy was sitting on barely an inch below his crotch. Charlie chuckled darkly as he watched Cap-Guy get up and excuse himself from the premises. He decided that he liked this woman as a person, but not enough to make a try of his own and chance losing his second most valued possession. The second woman with the flamethrower didn't even give the guy a chance. The moment he greeted her, she turned around and aimed her flamethrower at him. Charlie laughed heartily as he watched Cap-Guy run away, screaming. He decided he liked this woman too, and he'd definitely be talking to her later. He could a dig a girl that liked to watch the world burn. The last woman, the gunslinger, just seemed to completely ignore him. She didn't regard him at all, not making a reply to anything he said or even looking his way. She clearly didn't care to be bothered and he got the point when she suddenly whipped out a revolver and shot something far off into the distance. From the hip. Charlie didn't know what she'd shot at until he heard the tell-tale screech of a dying Chitterling. Cap-Guy wisely decided to back off and took his leave. "Can't wait to tell Clive about this one." said Charlie. While he was generally very selfish, he wouldn't have any qualms about setting other guys up with women if he liked them and it meant he could get something out of it. For instance, Charlie noticed that most women seemed to dig Clive. He figured that if he were able to set Clive up with a nice woman, he'd return the favor somehow. Little did he know that the only women that ever really "digged" Clive were assassins looking to cut off his head or thieves wanting to steal his money. Or both. Clive would've set Charlie up with one of them in a heartbeat. Realizing that the woman with the flame thrower was likely his best bet, Charlie stood up from the crate he was sitting on, dusted his hands, straightened his clothes, put on his smarmiest smile, and began walking towards her. She'd had her back turned to him when he approached. "Hey there, hot-stuff!" said Charlie, tapping her on the shoulder to get her attention. If she turned around, she'd see him holding up flaming hand in a greeting, his other stuffed cooly in his pocket. He then looked to his burning hand and feigned mild surprise. "Oh! It looks like I'm on fire! You wanna stop, drop, and roll with me?"
  41. 1 point
    OBELUS

    What will you learn?

    > TRANSFORM TELESCOPE INTO ROPE The telescope has since resumed its amorphous nature and has been following you through the town. At your will, it slips into your grasp, taking the shape of a thick rope ten feet long. OBELUS appreciates the @Grand Mainframe and their work.
  42. 1 point
    jaistlyn

    What do they know?

    Alethea The lamp in the middle flickers, then turns a bright purple. Immediately, I get reminded of a theme park ride - but that of the horror variety. I back out the door.. or at least I try to, but I hit solid glass. The door is shut. I turn back frantically, to see the other three standing outside. The floor tilts suddenly, and I start sliding on the tiled floor, towards a hole in the middle. I scream at them for help, but now I’m on all fours, clawing unsuccessfully at the smooth floor. I grab at one of the unmoving shelves when I slide past, relief flooding me for the moment. Until the accursed thing started moving silently towards the hellhole.
  43. 1 point
    Since that first night Challara laid Charlie out, she had been working... ...and working... ...and working... ...and working. Fidelitas learned real quick that it's best for everybody to keep Challara occupied with physical tasks, like carrying shit to build the walls, holding things up, and other general labor that Challara's strength lends well to. In fact, she's still working right now, probably moving supplies.
  44. 1 point
    King

    Genesaris: World Building Opportunities

    Any update on the unnamed island? As of today (04/19/2019), Arlais will be under @vielle's oversight. If you have any questions, please direct them to her.
  45. 1 point
    supernal

    What tangled webs

    "How does it work?" Icarus had asked that question before being blasted from one end of the faux-ton pipeline to the other. What illumination direct experience granted was unfathomable in nature; he had insight but would be damned if he could translate that insight into standard Terric. "That was . . . amazing." Ampelos waited until they surfaced in Floracle's courtyard to elaborate precisely for this reaction. "I'm glad you asked dearest cousin. More often than not I find myself stressing the logistical advantage this offers to our most noble House but the technology itself is exciting as well. I'll have a whitepaper sent to your quarters but in short – the system performs high-level transmutation of matter into coherent electromagnetic waves, compressed and encoded, to be deciphered and reconstructed on the other end. "It avoids the existentialist crisis of 'the teleporter' and sticky questions as to the ephemeral nature of the soul. It does not break down matter at one end to a formula so as to be reconstructed at the other end by base materials; it is a continuous and uninterrupted flow of the parent material at both ends." The courtyard was constructed and positioned in such a way as to place them firmly within the screening shade of several trees and thick, fragrant flower bushes. The greenhouse was nearby, so a short walk in that direction bathed one in the sun's full splendor. But where they were, it was easy enough for them to see without being seen save for those with the wariest senses. "No one should. As to people who might, there are the Uldwars to consider. This is less likely with the forthcoming marriage but, alas, I'm certain that not all among that house share one mind and one heart. The Karradeen's as well, though more over mercenary concern for their profit margins. They might spy from a distance and try to undercut us but I doubt it would come to blows." Ampelos led them out of the Floracle's grounds and to the streets of the city proper. If Icarus and Victra were at all familiar with the city, or with maritime business even in broad strokes, they would be able to accurately guess that their charted course took them east, towards the city's massive dock.
  46. 1 point
    EpicRome23

    The Light, Extinguished

    Sibyla watched carefully as those around her began her introductions. The drow, while not the first to speak, seemed to be the first to react as she grew jittery and tense. The Shadow Princess could perceived that she seemed to reach for something, than thought better of it and ripped a strip of cloth from her cloak. Sibyla could feel the momentary release of magic as the drow exerted her power on the cloth, followed by a deluge of water falling on everyone around the table. The other patrons of the bar looked over in curiosity, though their gazes were soon shooed away by the bartender. Sibyla sat sopping wet for a few moments, before lowering her hood and exposing her eyes of byzantium and long, mahogany hair to the group around her. She flicked her hand forward, and the water that had fallen on her was sucked out of her clothes and coalesced into a sphere that slowly spun in front of her. All the while, the golem There had stoically remained in place, letting the water that had fallen on him slide down his steel body and drip onto the floor. By the time Sibyla had finished her spell, another of the group had began her introduction, the girl in black and red. Again, she listened intently as the girl insisted being called by her title of the 'Pretty Paragon'. Odd, but one Sibyla had no real objection to. "Apparently, the introduction phase is a whole lot wetter than I was used to. Is this a cultural thing?" At this, the Shadow Princess laughed softly, like chimes sounding in a light wind. She smiled and turned her gaze to Khaki. "It isn't, as a matter of fact. But if you'd like, we could make it into one?" As she finished speaking, the fifth to arrive tapped her paw on the table to catch the group's attention, and introduced herself. At her guess of Sibyla's identity, the Shadow Princess' smile widened a little more as she nodded. "Very close, Andraste. Close enough to where I suppose I will give you the prize. I am indeed your employer, and for many of you, the one who spoke to you in your dreams. And as for who I am beyond that... well, it may have been unfair to expect you to know more. I am Sibyla, daughter of Neque the Shadow King, and, thus, the Shadow Princess of Aligoria. But there is no need to stand on formality around me, you may just call me Sibyla. And for what it's worth, I do like to think of myself as a renowned sorceress."
  47. 1 point
    Fierach

    The Harrowing | Kadia Event

    All along the lines, there were acts of valor. On one flank, a Greatsword Mortis had to hold by himself as the Guardians ordered fell back to support the Inquisitor as she healed. The heavy machine gun in his hands roared, scything down the hounds of Chaos like a farmer upon his autumn harvest. Elsewhere, the halbardiers worked in concert, using teamwork and the lengths of their weapons to take down numerous beastmen before they could come to grips. One soldier found himself yanked out of formation however, a dying monster's grasp pulling him out through his own grip on his weapon. The Guardian went sprawling, and looked up to see two hulking figures loom over him, ready to smash him to a pulp with brute strength. They never got the chance. With a single thunderous discharge, their upper bodies were snatched away in a storm of blood and steel, a Greatsword lumbering up in a deceptively casual gait, reloading a titanic, smoking, four-barreled shotgun with one hand, and hauled the wayward Guardian back into line with the other. The Force Majeure forces were not swamped, not yet. Their weapons and the firepower of the Imperator Bellum struck great ragged holes in the first wave, vast as it was, but that was about to change. "I see it!" James snarled in reply, to the communication from Lena, ducking under one beastman's blow and gutting it in half with his nodachi. The blade alight with the power of his flames and his fury, Amaterasu flashed again and again as the Daemonslayer clove through the oncoming brutes. Neither their musculature nor their armor threatened him in the slightest, each swing cutting through both as though only air were there. James redirected communications back to the ship. "Helm! New target! Priority Alpha" The gunners upon the frigate retrained their weapons and opened fire upon the daemon engine, for even whilst grounded the airship was as a fortress. It was for naught however, as the fire burst across what seemed to be an dome of energy shielding the Tower of Skulls from harm. Whatever arcane, shimmering protections lay upon the daemonic war machine warded it from the fury of the Imperator Bellum's salvoes as it drew ever closer, and lined up its first shot. Aboard the frigate, the bridge crew was in a frenzy. When Captain Daekian Clavis saw what was happening, he snapped to an ensign immediately. "Raise the shields!" he roared. "We don't have enough power to maintain the shields and the energy cannons!" the subordinate voiced, but Daekian overruled his objections, "If we don't raise the shields we're dead! Do it now!" Outside, those in close proximity could feel their hair raise as the airship's shields powered up with a warbling hum. A belch of fire erupted from the barrel of the Tower of Skulls as it fired an infernal projectile that hurtled across the battlefield with the power of a thousand damned souls behind it and slammed straight into the frigate's void shielding, and all on the Force Majeure vessel felt the impact rattle their bones. Flaming pieces of shrapnel rained down, catching one Guardian on fire. The return fire of the vessel redirected itself back onto the beastmen army, but the damage was done. Without the brilliant lance flashes of its energy weaponry, they rushed the position being held by the Custode Militant in greater numbers. James grit his teeth. They would just have to die in greater droves then! His keen eyes detected a figure leading the way ahead of the daemon engine. A beastman of greater size then the rest, over ten feet of bronzed muscle, with horns and a bullish face, wielding a eight-tailed flail in one hand and a horn in the other, bellowing exultations to the horde. There was a crimson aura about the creature, more than visible thanks to an artificer machine on its back. The aura seemed to swell with the blood-thirst of the horde, which was fueled by the monstrous leader's war cries, and this in turn fed the shimmering shield of the Tower of Skulls, a cycle of death. "Out of my way" the Daemonslayer snarled. As a throng of bestial bodies loped toward him, the flames upon his blade burned ever brighter. James channeled his formidable aura through it, and swept it forth, unleashing a devastating wave of sacred fire that charred the earth and reduced anything caught in its path into scorched ruin. A brief respite was earned as he then sought out the monk. Getting his attention, the Daemonslayer pointed out the leader of the beastmen as updates chattered in from the officers aboard the Imperator Bellum. "I do! We need to slay that creature! That machine on its back, its drawing upon the horde and shielding the Tower! Take it down and the frigate can rip that thing apart!"
  48. 1 point
    Aleksei

    The Harrowing | Kadia Event

    @Alexei Yellow hues were ignited by the pain from her broken arm and the immeasurable amount of worry building up in her chest. A sister of Leonis Sororitas should not be so plain and eager with her expressions painted by overwhelming emotions. The comforts of a simple life had undoubtedly not prepared the young woman for this ... this travesty that has befallen Kadia. Three years, one would think the sister would be hardened against the horrors, but each day brings different dangers to her home. No amount of creative thinking could have really prepared her for this event. Tired and weary, the woman looked around for a place to sit; finding a spot atop a decorated table, she sat down and slumped against the wall. Her arm will have to be set back into place, and by some grace of the Holy-Mother, Sister Rosalind will force herself to heal quickly. There are only about fifty Sisters left in her cloister, and it's them with the capability to continuously purify the city. Rosalind will not leave her Sisters without some leadership, not when so many depend on their abilities in the heart of battle. A broken arm is nothing compared to a broken Empire. "Beastmen," she said breathlessly. "We had just finished off a hoard of Aravians, lowering our numbers." There was no recanting a marvelous battle; the truth is what matters now, and she is in no position to give him an excellent review of their failures. Sure, they had pushed back the Aravians, given them a taste of their own medicine but they had lost much to do very little. It made her a bit bitter, but she understood that each inch forward keeps pushing their enemies backward by feet. To save and preserve their home, some lives must be lost for the masses to live. "In the confusion, they appeared seamlessly onto the battlefield and overwhelmed us. Olympia, as you Melisende do, rushed forward and tried to disarm a majority of the creatures." Reaching into her battle-torn robes, the Sister produced a broken vial that was Kalopsian make; a crystalline creation that is stained by the liquid that had once inhabited it. "She infused this item and threw it before being run through by the beastmen," she handed over the vial over to Connor before heaving a sigh. Rosalind understands that SoulSeekers can infuse their soul with their weapons and armor, but she didn't think they could do it to other items. Olympia has excelled as a SoulSeeker and being a student of Deiter's, it should not have come as a surprise that she found different ways to use her abilities. The ramifications of such painted the battlefield, showing that the woman may have been too hasty in her judgment. "It saved us in the end. The beastmen were enveloped by a bright light and then burned to ash; the ground is tainted with their silhouettes."
  49. 1 point
    Maverick

    The Harrowing | Kadia Event

    Alexa left the ship with an uncertain step, a glowing excoriator in hand while the other firmly gripped her side-arm. Slowly, she paced her breath, in and out, in and out, softly, as to prepare herself for the unavoidable battle ahead. Lena stood at her side, doning her helmet firmly and doing a final check on her gear before turning to the Inquisitor. "Are you nervous Madame Inquisitor?" The Guardian asked. Alexa nodded, nervously checking her gear once again. "It's not my first time against beasts like this but... The feeling never changes. These demons will never relent..." She answered. "Then..." Lena continued, loading her shotgun with a menacing cocking. "We shall stop them in their tracks. Do not worry Alexa, I won't let them get near you." There they stood, stalwart and fearless, the Order of Force Majeure. The Greatswords yelled battle chants, their warriors hyping themselves up for all out war. In the center of the line, Master Eredas stood undaunted, a sight that, would the beastmen not lack the basic emotional spectrum beyond hunger, would surely make them think twice, thrice even, to stand against such a distinguished warrior. It almost made Alexa feel the thrill of the battle to come... Perhaps the therapy was working, or perhaps it was the small shred of confidence she gained during her training. Nevertheless, she still feared... She knew what these beasts did to their defeated foes, specially to their women... It was a thought best left for the dark recesses of her mind. "Some of them will probably come for me... I trust you will protect me?" Alexa asked, a tinge of fear in her voice. Lena answered by putting a strong, armor-clad hand on Alexa's shoulder. "By my will, these beasts will fall before us Inquisitor. I shall be your shield." Alexa and Lena took their place in the line, a mere few paces in the back, as Alexa's abilities would serve better as fire-support. Then it began. The Imperator's cannons began firing a string of shells that would fell lesser armies in seconds. The Custodes blasted holes, ripped limps and cracked heads with their superior weaponry, scores of corrupted falling in their approach to the wall of soldiers. Alexa's eyes began to glow as she started to release bolts of pure kinetic-energy towards the sky, striking the hordes of beasts with warp-artillery in an attempt to make as much damage as possible. Suddenly in the distance, she could feel the tug of something... Something big coming. Alexa stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening, a nauseous sensation sinking into her stomach. Then it appeared, from the dust raised by the horde trampling. "No... It can't be..." She whispered, taking a step back and covering her mouth with her cybernetic hand. Lena held her up, preventing her from falling. "Inquisitor... Alexa, what's wrong?" She asked. Alexa looked at her before pointing towards the distant point. "It's a... Daemon Engine. I've seen them at work before... We must tell everyone. If that thing isn't destroyed, it will wipe us out like we are simple vermin." Lena huffed and pinged her communicator. "Master Eredas. Inquisitor Caelestia has confirmed the presence of a Daemon Engine in the field." Before she could continue, however, the horde of beastmen finally crashed into the front line of the Custodes. The Carnage began, the fierce warriors cutting the foul spawns left and right. With the battlefield strewn with gore and blood, it was just a matter of time before some Custodes began to crack under the assault. Alexa and Lena moved forward towards the battle in order to help, the Guardian joining her brothers and sisters in the fray, remaining close to Alexa at all times just in case. Meanwhile, the Psyker began signaling the soldiers to bring the wounded to her. "Bring the injured to me quick! I can heal you." A Greatsword quickly turned to the squad, barking orders. "Form a perimeter around the Inquisitor, protect the wounded, Guardians, I want a Halberds on all fronts, Seekers, flanking positions, look for high ground." As the wounded began to retreat to her position, Alexa asked them to group in front of her before channeling her powers through them. Their flesh would mend in a very short span, a rather painful procedure, but no pain a warrior of their caliber couldn't bear. Only a few minutes would pass before the small group would be ready to fight once again and another set of wounded would take their place. Hopefully, by doing this, numbers would not easily overwhelm them as the battle raged on. In between healing the troops, Alexa also used her psychic powers to provide ranged support against the beastmen, erecting barriers to allow for flanking and pushing large clumps of enemies back, providing some respite to the more overworked units. As combat entered more advanced phases, it wasn't long before even her blade began tasting heretic blood. Lena always at her side, Alexa used her psychically-enhanced blade and full repertoire of abilities to stop the hordes in their tracks. But their numbers were too many, and they could only buy the crew some time before the Daemon Engine was upon them.
  50. 1 point
    Thotification

    The Light, Extinguished

    Just another job. Just keep to yourself, little Khaki. This is just another job. The little girl was a bit nervous about this task, which was rather odd. Their employer seemed to be keeping something from them and that only made her warier. Aside from that, this group is quite some set-up. There was a pig or a swine or whatever these cute and cuddly four-legged pinky thingies were called in these parts. There was an allure to their plushiness, something enchanting that makes Khakina's mouth water. Was it her thirst for cute things or just plain hunger? Pigs are quite the tasty treat after all. So cuddly and yet so tasty. I wanna cuddle. I wanna taste. Perhaps I can do both. Tearing her attention away from the animal, Khaki tried to assess the other member's of their group but her eyes kept shifting back to the cutesy animal. Piiiiiiggggggyyyy. Pig Pig Pig. Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii- She would have gorged herself on that poor pig right there and then but their employer just hard to break the moment. The goddamned woman was asking for introductions. What are we, schoolgirls? Still, Khaki isn't dumb enough to not follow the employer's request even if it's stupid. Just as she was about to speak, then came the gush of water. She was perhaps dripping wet by now but she will not let such setback ruin her composure. "I'm sorry but I'm not smart enough to guess my employer's true identity. I'm only interested in getting paid," Khaki started. "Also, I prefer to be called by my title, The Pretty Paragon or just Pretty for short." She blushed then, clearly embarrassed about her rather distressing state of wetness. "Apparently, the introduction phase is a whole lot wetter than I was used to. Is this a cultural thing?"
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