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  1. 11 points
    Csl

    Valucre humor (and memes) thread

    Here's a place to dump funny stuff you see around the site, and memes. I'll bring up two of my favorites quotes The entirety of this thread: Memes. I'm sorry, most of my initial stock are in the context of Ursa Madeum. can't deny this. No longer very relevant but I loved the fashion war yes
  2. 9 points
    Alright, after that lengthy disappearance and all.... I will be dropping a few severely owed posts later on this morning, and from then on will be Sunday nights and Thursdays for my posting days until after finals (May 1st). (My class schedule changes every 5 weeks). If I owe you some writing, please send me a PM if you would like me to continue there. I do have a list, but it's going to take me some time to go down it and read every thread it contains to see how things are going in them. Thank you guys.
  3. 9 points
    Standardized Artifact Rules The old artifact thread can be found Here. Given that this is woefully out of date and the revamp of the artifact system, I’m looking to slim down my current artifact list to 13 items. Of the current list the following have made the cut, i’d Love input from you folks on 1) if any others should be included or (and preferably) 2) What sort of artifacts would you be interested in hunting in a Alterion. This is not only an opportunity for you to create some unique and cool weaponry but to directly alter the lore of Alterion as all artifacts will Have a substantial lore connection. decay blades fenrisulfr the highwind jormungandr the minotaur radiant mantle riva's greatsword
  4. 9 points
    ya girl turns 19 today, a step up from barely-legal status 😂 it's progress!
  5. 6 points
    supernal

    General chat thread

    New reactions courtesy of @jaistlyn! If you don't see them clear your cookies edit - btw i love them
  6. 6 points
    OBELUS

    What do they know?

    >How do you know what we are? What if we’re just.. just humans? Kail looks pained, "No, no. Even the first was human. But it's possible you'll never elucidate. It can't be forced. so many Nomas have tried to force an elucidation. Never ends well." >Zombies! Monsters. I-I don’t know what. We need to go. Now! Kail and Reie are staring south. There is a distant look in their eyes as they watch the approaching figures. To the WEST, several bulges in the ground herald the arrival of more Under-Things. "Cajal limit's dropping," Reie says softly. Kail moves the shields carrying Reie close to her. The shards break into smaller pieces, rearranging to form a crude seat. Reie pulls himself up, settling in a more comfortable position. >You guys going to be okay for a run? The big guy and I can carry Reie if we need to. I mean, if keeping up that stretcher becomes too tiresome. "You four go on ahead," Reie says. He pulls his mask up over his face. "We'll keep those things from following you," Kail says. Her mask reappears, enclosing her head. She squares her shoulders, standing a little bit straighter. Reie leans forward, eyes fixed on the monsters. For a moment, you are able to catch a glimpse of what these two had been before their homeland had begun to die. Kail walks back toward the beasts, bringing Reie beside her. The mounds of soil are gaining speed. The ground ripples in their wake. Four slimy bodies claw themselves out in a spray of soil, snaking towards the pair. The five shambling figures move faster. Multiple mouths stretch across each body like gaping scars, dark red tar bubbling from every orifice. The acid stench of vomit grows stronger with each heavy step. It becomes all too clear this is a last stand. "Go, now!"
  7. 6 points
    I’ve been toying with the idea of cybernetic talismans (think a ghost from Destiny). These little constructs of magic and science that would bind with an individual and allow them particular feats. I was initially thinking ability wise it would be on par with the DC power rings ie. green represents will power, in addition to being able to conjure whatever you imagine via energy you’d have a type of Jedi-mind trick ability. These are definitely not the droids your looking for. yellow - fear - energy conjuration, instill fear (some scarecrow level shit) red - rage- energy conjuration, manipulate someone’s rage, you could easily turn a party into a bloodbath with a few words and never lift a finger.
  8. 6 points
    OBELUS

    What do they know?

    "You're pretty resourceful... Setsuko." Kail comments, eyeing the Under-Thing leg. >What exactly are you? They are silent for a moment. "... humans?" Reie says. Kail bursts into laughter. Her giggling lasts for half a minute before she wipes her eyes, choking out a response. "Humans! It's true! It-" She bites her lip, suddenly somber. She blinks, then touches the side of her head. "Ah, sorry. I think... it's getting worse. B-but yes, you're humans. We're humans. Just human." >We get—powers? "Through- uh-" Reie gestures vaguely. "Elucidation." "Hmm, yes." Kail blinks hard. "When you're- p-pushed past your limits. Your mind and body. Mind or body." She raises a palm, then clenches her fist. "Breaks. And your powers activate." "Ours was a bomb," Reie traces the scar on his face. His fingertips are gone. "My first shield was for him." "She was near-dead after. I healed her" They are silent for a while, leaning against each other. The screams in the distance grow louder. Kail sighs. "We'll deal with that when it gets there. But-" she points towards the mountains. "Follow the river. Through the forest. We used to have an outpost in the Breach- a canyon beyond the mountains. Maybe you'll find some of us still there." The screams grow louder.
  9. 6 points
    OBELUS

    What do they know?

    >Pretty. Even on the inside. Reie’s a lucky a man Reie snorts, rolling his eyes. "No flirting with my wife." Still, the quip has a trace of humor in it. Kail smiles. She moves to brush a lock of hair off her face, her hand faltering as she feels the missing flesh. She grimaces, then lets her hand drop. >You called us ‘non-elucs’ earlier. What did you mean by that? I’ve never heard the term before Kail glances at Reie. He shrugs. "Non-eluc. Short for non-elucidated. You're like us, but your powers haven't activated yet," Kail simply says. "They'll probably get them soon, considering all the trauma Elendaron's throwing at us," Reie chuckles weakly. >You also called yourselves Skjold and Kore. The protector and the cure. Seems kind of important, if you ask me. Why the name change? Reie pulls his mask down under his chin. He's grinning. "Neat, aren't they? They were codenames to keep who we were secret, back before it all went to hell." "They don't matter anymore," Kail says quietly. "The others are all either dead or..." she taps her face, "Like us."
  10. 6 points
    Tyler

    Nightmare Descends [Furthest Point 2:1]

    The SQUAAAAAD Rides Again… Yesterday... Due to some inexplicable circumstances, Jack Murray’s Ranger squad had not been assigned any communication equipment when they were sent out to help protect the Furthest Point Expedition. Why this was, nobody was sure, though one can speculate it was because the idiots forgot to bring said equipment, or because they were intentionally never assigned any because their commanders didn’t want to waste said equipment on a people they were expecting to die anyway. Whatever the case, when the second wave arrived at the camp, the Norkotian forces accompanying the resupply wagons consisted of just a single squad of engineers and their gear. However, those engineers did have communication equipment, which they used to radio back to command and request replacement soldiers for Murray’s unit. Those replacements were scheduled to arrive today… But in the meantime, recently promoted (because there was nobody else left to promote) Corporal Scott “Scoot” Deckel, also known as the “cap guy”, was trying to pass the time by observing the engineers at work. Or something like that. “But chief, I’m fairly certain with the proper amount of research and study, we could learn why it is that this land rejects us, and find a way to make peace with it. Clearly many of these creatures have the rudimentary ability to reason, so perhaps if we--” the young, skinny, glass-wearing nerd of an engineer was explaining, before his sergeant cut him off. “Look buddy, we’re engineers, that means we solve problems. Not problems like, “Why is Yh’mi evil?”, because that would fall under the purview of religious theology. We solve practical problems. For instance, how are we gonna stop a horde of chittering mother-buggers from bustin’ in here and tearin’ us all some structurally superfluous new behinds? The answer?” Chief turned around and pulled a thirty-caliber machinegun from out of the crate behind him and dropped it with a loud thud on the workbench in front of him. “Use a gun! And if that don’t work…” He turned around again and pulled a fifty-caliber machinegun from out of the crate and dropped it with an even louder thud on the workbench next to the thirty. “Use MORE gun!” “Uh, but… how does that…?” “Now you just go plant yourself on that darn communication station thar’ mister, and leave the thinkin’ to me.” Deckel shook his head, wondering why command would send this sorry bunch of losers out into a place like this. But he supposed that not everyone could be as daring and dashing as him. “SCOOT!” The sound of Murray’s voice from elsewhere in the camp reached the speedy man’s ears. This probably meant their replacements had arrived, and Scoot was eager to assert himself as Murray’s right-hand command shounter. Kicking up a small cloud of dust, Cpl. Deckel was off, bolting across the camp (nearly running over a person or two) and arriving next to Sergeant Jack Murray, his superior, and the only other Norkotian survivor of the original expedition force. Murray was now recovered from his injuries, though his mentality perhaps had not. He seemed a much more serious and graver man after watching his entire squad killed in front of him. Even when he was riding with bandit gangs in the Norkotian badlands, he had never seen a company so completely decimated as his had been. And what was worse, he was the leader, and thus, he was responsible. “Hey boss! Whassup?” Scoot inquired, as he skidded to a halt and kicked up even more dust. “Our replacements have arrived.” Murray pointed-out. A small Norkotian convoy had been admitted into the camp, consisting of two trucks, a jeep, an armored car and few horses. They were not here to stay, only to drop off reinforcements and supplies, before heading back to the Inns’th. A regular officer bearing the insignia of a captain stepped out of the jeep and approached the two Rangers. “Sergeant Murray?” the officer saluted, “Captain Smith, here to deliver your… heh heh… reinforcements.” “Heh heh huh, what’s so funny dare, captain?” Deckel wondered. “Hmm, was I laughing?” Smith feigned innocence, “Alright boys, unload them!” Some grunts riding in the jeep and the second truck disembarked, heading to the back of the front vehicle and pulling down the tailgate. A ragtag group of men and women were subsequently unloaded, eight in total. Except for the last two, all of them were cuffed and chained together. “Uhhh, is dere a reason our reinforcements are in like dat?” Deckel scratched his head. “Feast your eyes upon your new squad, sergeant.” Captain Smith mocked, “Except for Hudson and Wilhelm there, this is the best bunch of crazies and criminals the military had to offer. Command figured you were the only one capable of… handling them…” Murray may have been a little crazy, but he wasn’t a moron. The only reason these people were here was because command didn’t know what else to do with them. His old squad was kind of like that, but even so, most of those men were capable, semi-sane sorts. This group… The supply convoy left soon after unloading their passengers and gear (including the squad’s weapons), which also included a lieutenant that was supposed to be in overall command of both squads. He immediately called a meeting with Murray and Chief to get a full status report and get himself acquainted with his subordinates. In the meantime, Deckel was free to socialize with his new squadmates… Begin Suicide Squad-style intro scenes, except with people who actually have potentially useful skills and/or weapons. “So, yo a sniper, huh?” Scoot questioned. “Yes sirree! I’ve been shooting since I was just a kid, so it seemed a shame to not make a career out of it when I grew up. Why, I’d argue I was the best bounty killer on the Norkic Plateau not named Mara Mercer. Or, at least the highest scoring one.” the Ranger replied. “Uh-huh, sure. If yo so good, let’s see a demonstration.” Scoot pointed at a thick, cast-iron frying pan dangling from a rack across the camp. “No problemo!” the Ranger grinned, pulling out his single-shot, breech-loading rifle and taking aim. *BANG* A dent appeared on the pan. *DEFLECT* A chip was shattered off part of the nearby stone wall. *BOUNCE* A small whiff of dust was kicked off the ground. *CLANG* A divot appeared in a on a White Hand breastplate that was currently sitting in hanging from a rack in the supply depot. *PFFT* Scoot's hat went flying off his head. "Hey! What the!?" He turned around and rushed over to grab it, finding a gaping hole in the fabric, just above where his head might have been. "Oh... eh-heh, sorry about that." the Ranger chuckled sheepishly. "You damaged my hat! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Well, maybe Scoot was in luck; one of the new squad members was a medic, so perhaps he could patch up the damaged hat with his stitching equipment. He found the supposed medic sitting near a fire, trying to avoid contact with everyone. "Hey, doc!" Scoot scurried over and hopped into a seat next to him, "Yo uh, you think you could patch something up for me?" "I-I-I don't think I'd be able to help you." the medic gulped nervously. "Wuh, why not? You're tha' medic, right? Com'n, all I need is my hat sewed up." Scoot explained, dangling the headgear in front of the medic. "I can't. P-p-please just leave me alone." "Hey, what gives? Isn't it yo job to help people, doc? Come on, you gotta have some sorta sewing supplies in 'dere somewhere." he motioned at the medic's bag. "N-no! I don't have anything that can help you!" the doctor protested. "Oh really, let me have a look 'den!" Scoot snatched the bag away, despite the doctor's wimpy attempts to stop him, "Let's see we have... a tiny metal hook? A miniature mirror? And... what's 'dis!?" "It's dental floss! I keep t-t-telling you people! I'm not a doctor! I'm a dentist!" the poor "medic" proclaimed. "Wuuuuhhh..." Well, Deckel got what he wanted. He stole Pvt. Knox's "dental floss" and that little metal poker thing and used them to temporarily stitch the hole in his cap shut. Now he was back to wandering the camp, and getting a little hungry while doing it. Deciding to head over and sneak some rations out of the supply tent, he adjusted his course toward the big grey tent that the Norkotians were using to store their supplies. However, before he could enter, someone abruptly stepped into his path. "Hold it right there, maggot! This area is restricted to authorized personnel only!" The man in Deckel's path was another of the new arrivals. A gruff man in a grey Norkotian soldier's uniform and a helmet that covered his eyes, this fellow appeared to be a dim-witted grunt if there ever was one. Over his shoulder he was carrying a homemade rocket launcher, constructed of mismatched (but sturdy-looking) pikes, fittings and miscellaneous metal components. "Ya know, uh... I'm a corporal, so that means I outrank you. So, I order you to step aside and let me in!" Scoot puffed out his chest. "Negatory, sir! My orders come from the top! No one is to access this tent unless carrying expressed written orders from Lieutenant Precht!" "What? Who's dat?" "The commanding officer of the 1st Expeditionary Platoon. Now, return to your post immediately, or I will report you for loitering!" the domineering soldier barked. Well, this was a problem. Scoot was hungry, but he had no rations handy. He needed to get in that tent, but this bozo was not going to let him. Luckily, Scoot was an expert at outrunning nitwits like this! "Hey look, a chhitten!" he suddenly pointed in a random direction. "WHERE!?" the grunt instantly pivoted in that direction. Deckel promptly charged into the tent, snatched some rations, then tried to scurry back out. Unfortunately, he either overestimated himself, or underestimated the soldier, as he was met with a trench shovel to the face the moment he tried to emerge. *CLANG* *THUD* "OW!" "So, you're trying to steal the BREAD, are you!?" the soldier growled, reaching down and reclaiming the stolen rations, "Looks like we got a traitor!" "Uh wut...?" the dizzy Scoot groaned. "Any last words, maggot?" the grunt inquired, lowering the barrel of his rocket launcher at Scoot. "Duh-huh!? Wuh-wuh, no way! You don't need to do that!" Deckel scrambled to his feet and made a run for it, "WWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" The grunt just lowered his rocket launcher and snickered as Scoot made tracks. "Muh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh." So by now, Deckel was getting a little tired of dealing with his new squadmates. But his spirits brightened when he realized that the next one up was a girl. Girls were supposed to be sweet, kind and understanding (except for drow), as Deckel understood them, so surely he would not run into the type of problems he ran into with his male compatriots! And better yet, the woman he was approaching was a real looker, with long, wavy brown hair, a well-toned figure, and an attractive face. Though, her choice of clothing was a bit odd, admittedly. Her wardrobe choices included a pair of grey cargo pants, a black t-shirt, a grey flatcap and a white nasal strip (allergies). A chrome lever-action rifle with a black, synthetic stock was slung over her back, while in her hand she was holding a square stone of some sort. Well, Scoot didn't have a bucket of chicken (his traditional flirting method), but that wasn't gonna stop him. "Heh-hey 'dere. 'Sup?" he sat down and lounged in place, "So, what's a lovely lady like you doin' in a ugly place like 'dis?" "Serving my time." the woman replied, "And I don't find this place ugly." "Oh, uh, well... sure, yeah, I agree with ya. Not ugly! That's just what da others say, but... heh, yeah, whatta they know?" Scoot laughed it off, "Say, maybe I could give ya a tour of the base... maybe take ya up on the walls. See all the not-ugly sights?" "I can find my own way around." the woman replied. "Uh... oh, I mean, yeah sure... I wasn't doubting you ability for a second. I was just thinking..." Scoot trailed-off as the woman pulled out a large blade and began sharpening it on a sharpening stone. "Uh... uh, nice sword." "It's not a sword, it's a machete." the woman rolled her eyes. "Oh, machete, right, right... wait, why do ya have a machete? Aren't those for choppin' jungle brush?" Deckel questioned. The woman abruptly stopped sharpening the blade and looked up at him. "Not where I come from." "What do you use them for where you co--" Deckel started to ask. *WHOOSH* *THUD* Scoot went deathly silent as the machete was suddenly thrown the distance between them, embedding in the stump he was sitting on... right between his legs. Had it landed just a little higher... "Oh, uh, yeah! Yeah, that makes sense!" Scoot laughed, now starting to sweat, "Here, lemme get it... out..." He tried to pull the machete free of the wood, but his noodle arms (Charlie was right about one thing this trip) could not wrench it free. This prompted the woman to stand up, walk over, grab the handle, and rip it free. Without another word, she walked back to her previous seat and resumed sharpening it. "Yeah uh, well... nice meetin' you." Scoot rubbed the back of his head nervously, as he stood up and quickly exited. The woman finally cracked a smile now that Scoot was gone, as she rubbed her finger across the blood-stained machete blade to test the sharpness. "I like this place." "Jeez, this day sucks..." Scoot grumbled. His hat was being held together by dental floss, his stomach was growling, his face was hurting, and his pride was hurting even more. He would take anything to brighten up this day. "Oof!" He accidentally bumped into someone who was going the opposite way he was. That someone was another of his squadmates, and as luck would have it, it was another woman. This one had long, raven-black hair and dark, bloodshot eyes, while tattoos of fire ran all up and down her arms. A tank of some sort was stretched to her back, while she was carrying a very long, oddly-shaped weapon. Still, she was pretty, in her own exotic, strange way. "He-heya beautiful! What's up?" he grinned stupidly. "Heya, flammable!" the woman smiled back, her eyes going wide, "The temperature!" She raised her weapon, prompting Deckel to realize it was a flamethrower. "Oh no! AAAAAAAHHHHH!" He didn't want something to light up his day like that! Needless to say, he was kicking up dust (again) as he ran for hills. Actually, heading for the hills around here is a bad idea, so he just decided to take that walk on the wall all by his lonesome. That left the woman standing there, blinking in confusion. "Aww... why don't boys like me...?" At this point, Deckel was about at his wits end. He'd had a bad enough day that the sight of the haunting, desolate, cursed landscape outside the fort was actually soothing, in a way. He stood there a while and just watched as the moon began to rise in the distance, at least until he caught a figure a bit further down the wall. They were wearing a cowboy hat, so they had to be Norkotian. And as their poncho blew in the wind, he saw the outline of a feminine figure. Oh right, there was one other woman among their new recruits. Well, three strikes before you're out, right? Slinking over to her, he leaned against the battlements and tried to look as macho as he could muster. She wasn't the prettiest of the three women in the squad, being a little older and looking a lot more weathered. Nobody knew her name, but people referred to her as "Blondie" based on her short, fair hair. A faintly glowing cigar hung from her mouth as her narrow eyes stared out across the barren landscape. "Heya babe, it's a bit lonely to be out here by yourself, isn't it?" Deckel spoke-up. There was no answer. "Yeah, uh, so... it's getting a bit cool tonight. Maybe we could head to the fires..." Still no response. "O-or we could just stay here, yeah. Dat's fine. So uh... has anyone ever told you that you've got beautiful eyes?" Still nothing. "Um... I like your hat?" "Bug." "Wut?" Suddenly, the woman cast her poncho aside and whipped out her revolver. *BAM!* There was a faint shriek of a chhitten squealing somewhere outside the walls. How the heck had she seen it, reacted so fast, and managed to hit it with a handgun? You know what, that's actually the least craziest thing Deckel has seen today. "You know uh, I'm think I'm just gonna... go to bed. Uh, good night." he sighed. Yeah, good night Scoot. Good night...
  11. 5 points
    It was a slow process, grinding on his brain as time slipped by. Keeping active had helped. Rather than hoarding his magic away like a miser he'd employed it to trivialize heavy lifting. Shadows had no weight after all and if he truly ended up burning himself out Ed could simply leave with the next supply caravan with a painless lesson learned. It wasn't like he was an employee or anything..... Wait, did anyone here actually know his name!? Huh, that would be a no then, always great to be unappreciated! Of course in the case of all the women accosted by that Charlie fellow his mob character level presence might be a point of envy..... And speak of the devil himself. Yeah, the guy had just literally lit himself on fire in order to... Bits of rust flaked off the gears in Ed's brain as he watched the interaction and silently cheered Charlie on. Should this have been utterly beneath his notice? Yes. Yes in totality. But Ed had been bored out of his mind for far too long and a small irrational part of his mind was whispering that he NEEDED to see how bad this turned out.
  12. 5 points
    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.
  13. 5 points
    EpicRome23

    Nightmare Descends [Furthest Point 2:1]

    "... Our supplies are in disarray, our morale is in the toilet, and chances are very few of us will survive to see the gold at the end of all of this. But we have an elephant, so... it's basically a utopia here." "Frederick, please tell me this is just you hitting the bottle again. In what possible way can you glean anything positive out of this situation?" "Come on Ilene, we have an elephant!" "... You know, I'll just roll with it. And admittedly, Surus was invaluable for ferrying supplies here, even if the archers and pikemen who usually ride up top bitched about walking." "Ha! There's that positive attitude I was waiting for. Come then, let us toast to the elephant in the room that Yh'mi won't see coming, to our continued survival, and the glory of Aligori-" The flaps of the tent were flung open as an ebon-scaled wvyern poked her head inside, followed by the towering form of the ebon knight Gormaric. He looked at the two Aligorian commanders sharing a bottle of whiskey and cards dealt between them as some kind of game. Eri let out a low growl as Gormaric shook his head. "I see you two are being productive. Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that you two will be on second watch with me, so get what rest you can now. Because Yh'mi never rests, unfortunately for us." Frederick chuckled and held an empty glass towards Gormaric. "Eh, lighten up ya dark bastard. You been hanging around that paladin too much, starting to sound like him. Take a seat and drink a little with us, Yh'mi ain't going to come full-force in the next couple of hours." Gormaric considered the offer for a moment... then shrugged and sat down on the spare chair at the table, accepting the glass Frederick offered him. As he began to drink, Eri quietly slinked into the tent and curled around the table, obviously content as Gormaric idly rubbed her head with his free hand. "A little alcohol might actually be a boon against Yh'mi's bullsh- you know, that madness and insanity."
  14. 5 points
    Tyler

    Valucre humor (and memes) thread

    @Csl Very awesome! I was wanting to make a meme thread at some point, but I just didn't have images for the phrases I was wanting to meme. Still, don't, so I decided to make one into literally just text. Make sure to copy that image link and spam it all across the board!
  15. 5 points
    Csl

    Valucre humor (and memes) thread

    too many times the bad guys deserve a shoutout for all their good work. i appreciate you all.
  16. 5 points
    supernal

    Valucre humor (and memes) thread

    LOLLLLL SUPERHAHA
  17. 5 points
    supernal

    The adventure 101

    I have a character whose a professor of adventure-ology and adventure-nomics I’m looking for characters at the novice level of adventuring who want to learn how to dungeoneer and make a practical living off the adventure. Naturally they won’t learn everything, it’s just the 101 class after all. Gotta get the basics somewhere right? This would be starting in May and should be for “freshman” characters (in terms of applicable skills, not necessarily age) Anyone interested?
  18. 5 points
    Bardic Knowledge

    I'm back.

    See title. I was gone for some time with an illness. I have now returned, and my activity level should start to balance out again starting this weekend or next week. Just giving ya' the heads up.
  19. 5 points
    "Is this thing on?" - Vlad asked himself, tapping on his headset's mic. The speakers responded with a static spike, not deafening yet annoying. Having ensured everything had been prepared according to the instructions, Vlad sighed and gazed into a long roll of parchment. And when will those bucketheads learn to fold the paper? When he found a required sentence, he glanced at a metallic cube before him and exclaimed: "UNIT OH-THREE: ENTER ACTIVE MODE, AUTHORIZATION CODE: TWO-THREE-FOR-TWO." After two beeps resonating within headset, the cube started to reassemble itself. Three supporting legs erected from its bottom, while the chassis itself rose and dropped the shutter, leaving place for two bullet caskets and dual long barrel to roll out from. A finishing touch - from the chassis' top slid the cassette with a pair of optical sensors, which illuminated space ahead of the contraption upon activation. Another beep, a long one. It was ready. "So far so good..." - Vlad mumbled, sliding down his fingers on the parchment in his hand. - "Let's go with the standard ones. Let's see. UNIT OH-THREE: TARGET MARK, AT 12 O'CLOCK, 50 METERS!" The contraption made a low-pitched beep and turned itself toward the mannequin placed in an isolated space behind temporary walls. Like two other ones near it, it was crudely made with a couple of cloth sacks, rocks and sticks. It was also bearing a face drawing of questionable quality. This "masterpiece" was created by a collective mind of some "second wave" mercenaries. They were there, watching at the demonstration and drinking just everything that they managed to save during their travel by sheer luck. The audience was the last thing Vlad would expect this night. Not waiting for anyone's signal or cheers, Vlad commanded: "SEMI-AUTO, ON TARGET, OPEN FIRE!". Then a series of short high-pitched followed, and an contraption shot at the mannequin. A high-caliber bullet flew through the fabric and stuff under it, tearing it like, well, fabric. Then another shot followed. And another. And another. Rhythmic. Precise. Cold-blooded. The turret stopped spitting shots after Vlad ordered to CEASE FIRE - all according to the protocol. The target was messed up enough to be considered "eliminated". Mercs greeted the turret operator with cheers and pleaded for making a little more damage. Vlad did not react and continued to scan the instructions for another command set. "Alright... UNIT OH-THREE: TARGET MARK, AT 11 O'CLOCK, 45 METERS!". As the turret set its mark, Vlad continued: "BURST MODE, 3 AT THE TIME, START FROM LIMBS, DOWNWARDS... OPEN FIRE!" Another set of beeps. But before the actual shooting, the turret turned on a red flashlight in a head cassette. The light from it traveled across the mannequin in search of anything that could be counted as "limb". But it was only able to focus on an upper cloth bag resembling dummy's head. The lights went off, and the bullets went loose. Takk-takk-takk. Takk-takk-takk. Takk-takk-takk. With each burst three bullets hit the target with an intriguing accuracy. After five bursts the mannequin's head was torn apart, and the turret retargeted itself to shoot the "body" until Vlad stopped it. The mercenaries were already full of excitement and alcohol. They were wooing and screaming, dragging the attention of nearby fort guards. They were asking for more gunplay, but Vlad had been already satisfied by turret's performance. That travelling arms dealer wasn't lying about those things. "I think we're done here." - Vlad spoke softly. - "UNIT OH-THREE, STA-" "H-hey Phil! Ya forgot that one over here!" - suddenly one of the mercs shouted at him and pointed at the lone mannequin standing near the broken ones. Vlad planned to go full auto on this one, but the members of the Order forbid doing so. Hell, even asking for permission for making those isolated shots was a giant pain in the ass. We shan't make a noise, they say, we mustn't drag Yh'mi's attention and all that stuff. "Sorry, gentlemen." - Vlad sighed - "Party's over." But the mercs were too persistent. "Aaah, don't be a chicken, Phil." "Yeah, just a little brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt!" "Go for the kill, Phil!" "Phil, kill!" "Phil, kill!" "PHIL, KILL!" One could hear a group of drunken men chanting "Phil, kill! Phil, kill!" and tapping their feet in rhythm. Vlad was already regretting that he shared a drink with those swines and went by his moniker, not his real name. That name was reminding him of the Spire and everything that happened in Tia, the matter that he wish he didn't remember. And yet, those taunting shouts were teasing his own curiosity. It was an urge of an inner child constantly asking what THIS particular button does. In a short inner struggle a man of rationality, bound by fear before Order's wrath, started to lose to that child. "Cap's gonna have my ass for this." - Vlad grumbled and then shouted back at mercs. - "So, you want me go for the kill, huh?!". They responded with the loudest cheer their alcohol-soaked throats could afford. "Well then..." - Vlad smirked. - "In that case: UNIT OH-THREE: TARGET MARK, AT 1 O'CLOCK, 45 METERS, FULL AUTO!" The gun barrel started to spin. First slowly, then accelerating, motor revving louder and louder. The audience was screaming in sync with a spinning barrel, beyond excited about the upcoming bullet shower... "Mr. Nassar? Mr. Nassar!" Vlad barely opened his mouth to shout the command, when a figure in silver armor arose behind him, a member of second-wave guard assigned by the Order. Even in headset, the engineer was able to hear him out, even though the barrel motor was too loud to let them hold the conversation. So Vlad had to cancel his command, and the turret stopped spinning the barrel. The mercenaries let out a moan filled with disappointment. One of them even shouted at a guard: "P-party pooper!" Soon they left the sandlot, leaving the last dummy standing and a bunch of bottles behind. For once Vlad was relieved with the guardman's arrival, lest he would waste a lot of ammo just for someone's jokes and giggles. "Mr. Nassar." - the guardsman said. - "A merchant from Ignatz awaits you in the Meeting Hall. I suggest you to come here as soon as possible. His cavaran will be leaving soon." "Is it about the shipment's finalization?" - Vlad responded. - "Yes, yes, I was going there already. Just... give me a few more seconds." Before following after the guardsman, Vlad turned to the turret for the last time and spoke into the mic: "UNIT OH-THREE: ENTER STANDBY MODE". After the short beeps the machine folded itself back into its former, cubic form. There it would be resting till the moment when it will be unloaded along with three other turret and lay the foundation of the vast Furthest Point defense grid.
  20. 5 points
    SweetCyanide

    What will you learn?

    > FLEE
  21. 5 points
    OBELUS

    What do they know?

    You arrive at the settlement. A wooden signpost by the road displays its name in bright letters: WELCOME TO LIVINGTON The air grows noticeably lighter as you enter the town. The once ever-present maroon sky has disappeared, darkening into a dull greenish-grey. The road under your feet is concrete, cracked at the edges. The singular, wide street cuts through the small town. On either side of it loom tall concrete buildings, every window shining with warm yellow light. Perhaps it is a trick of your eyes and the dim lighting, but behind them, the other buildings appear to be flickering. What first catches your attention is a wide-windowed, brightly-lit building to the WEST. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a grocery store. You are suddenly aware you haven't eaten since arriving in Elendaron. To the NORTH, at the end of the road, is the edge of the kaleidoscopic forest. Some distance to the WEST, hidden from sight, the glassy river murmurs. From the SOUTH, you hear the dying cries of monsters.
  22. 5 points
    So just a real quick update, I got a part time job, but the training is full time hours, give or take, so I'm just tired af when it's combined with everything else lol It should even out and I have Friday off (working Saturday lol) so I'mma finally get some posting done. Maybe even actually write something not already prewritten lmao
  23. 5 points
    Wade

    What do they know?

    Laurent quirks an eyebrow. Powers that haven’t activated yet? Despite everything he’s seen in the past hour, he has a hard time believing this. “Laurent,” he says, nodding in Setusko’s direction before shaking Alethea’s hand. “A pleasure to finally meet you.” Out of curiosity, he peers one eye through the strange, shimmering telescope. He nods in response to Kail’s suggestion that they stop by the city. “Agreed. It could be worth checking out. If we get a bad vibe walking in, we could always make a run for it.” Alethea pivots the telescope to the south. Laurent takes another turn when she pulls away. His lips flatten into a thin line as he straightens, rising to his full height. “She’s right. We won’t stand a chance if those things catch up. Let’s head over to the settlement and see what we can find.” Laurent looks over at Kail and Reie. “You guys going to be okay for a run? The big guy and I-“ He gestures to himself and the other man with the thick accent. “-can carry Reie if we need to. I mean, if keeping up that stretcher becomes too tiresome.”
  24. 5 points
    paradigm

    Alterion Artifacts [Looking For Input]

    Correct and/or suggest an artifact that you feel isn’t represented elsewhere in Valucre.
  25. 5 points
    vielle

    What do they know?

    setsuko eri The girl takes her seat cross-legged, setting down the Under Thing’s leg on the ground beside her and watching quietly as the woman summons a telescope to appear from the glass river rod. The moans emanating from where they had come from send a chill down her spine, and she hunches tighter around herself, arms clasped over her body like a shield. She does not try to look at Kail or Reie any longer than she has to; it is altogether morbid, the sight of them, and fear crawls up her throat every time she catches sight of their degradation, as the masked woman had called it. As the adults converse with each other, Setsuko observes, and listens. One of the men, the one with the gun, asks about the suited couple, and then the woman makes mention of a city up ahead that she’s seen with her device. When she then introduces herself as Alethea, the girl realizes they have yet to introduce themselves to each other, and so opts to be next in line. “Um, m-my name is Setsuko,” she tells them in a soft tone: the voice of a child, still, through and through. “I don’t know why I was called here, but I will help where I can.” The word non-elucidated does not ring any bells in her mind, but Kail and Reie had called them such; perhaps it is important. “What exactly are you?” She asks curiously, head tilting as she gazes at the couple for the barest of seconds before she has to look away again. “What exactly are we? We get—powers?”
  26. 5 points
    OBELUS

    What do they know?

    >Is this.. a power? Reie looks flatly at it. "No, girl. That's a telescope." Kail hides a laugh. "That's... useful, but probably just an anomaly from Elendaron. It seems helpful, at least." >It’s a city ahead The couple exchanges looks. "That's too near to be Hodra," Kail says carefully, "but we should stop by. There might be supplies, or some way to travel faster." >I'm Alethea "Nice to meet you, Alethea," Reie replies. "Keep that bag safe."
  27. 5 points
    jaistlyn

    What do they know?

    Alethea We proceed in silence, with Kail leading at the front. When she finally turns back, I gasp, an involuntary reaction to her deformity. “Yo-your...” I stop myself when the man compliments her. I turn away. It is painful to watch them waste away like that. The sorrowful cry behind us seems to accentuate it. There is a shadow in the distance, but I can’t make out what it is. If only we had- oh. Oh wait. I have not tried changing the rod to any other shape yet. In truth, I was spooked by the question that the girl had asked earlier. Is it safe? I wonder that myself. What if that’s what been eating away at the couple? However, I can’t pass up this perfect chance to try it. I imagine the rod turning into a telescope, and it reacts fluidly, pointing at the shadow as if it can read my mind. Well - I’m pretty sure it can. ”Is this.. a power?” I ask Reie, pointing at the telescope. I look through it. “It’s a city ahead,” I report to everyone. “A habited city, with bright lights. Hodra?” I make a guess. There’s something strange about it, like it didn’t fit into the surroundings, but everything here is strange anyway. I leave the telescope floating there, in case anyone else wanted to take a look. I put down the satchel entrusted to me and sit down beside the other man. “I’m Alethea. By the way.” Introductions are way overdue.
  28. 5 points
    Twitterpated

    Sokui no Rei (Jigoku no Toshi)

    SUMMARY After respect had been paid to the arisen Empress, and a bit of unintended excitement had come and gone, the Inferno nation and it's people continued to celebrate through the late night and into the early morning. Without further hindrance to the festivities, the heir and his sister were placed to bed and the investigation of a new appearance was beginning its course. Who was this strange woman with her eyes bound, from the looks of it her feet as well. Was she mute, or was she simply silent? Had she taken a vow of silence? Why was she here? Perhaps Shuyi would have the answers he sought, perhaps Gwen might have seen something as well. Either way, the Emperor was going to find his answers, and when he did he'd deliver his verdict upon this woman whom was mysteriously marked by the number seven. Shichi. Nana.
  29. 5 points
    "Naw, you'll be alright. Just reapply the salve about every four hours for the first couple days, when you change your bandage. The wound isn't bad, but who knows what kind of crazy infections you could get out here. If it gets really hot, or red, or starts swelling up, you let me know right away." The halfling finished tying a band of clean white cotton around the calf of a worried-looking young soldier, who winced as the cloth was tightened against his wound. "Can't you just... you know...?" The soldier waved his hands over his bandage in a mockery of spellcasting, and the halfling grunted. "Kid, I'm doing you a favor. Pain builds character. Chicks dig scars. So just roll with it. You think I got this body by begging Gaia for succor every time I got sore?" The halfling flexed, showing off his generous biceps and well-defined chest; the brown leather vest and thin white shirt he wore seemed specifically chosen to amplify the effect. "Seriously though, the goddess is good, but you know women. She might let me heal you up perfect right now, then decide she has to wash her hair at the moment a pissed off Chhitten Magnus is bearing down on you. You can never tell when their patience is gonna run out, and they don't always define 'emergency' the same way as we do." "Oh... ok, sure," the soldier muttered uncertainly. He hadn't had enough experience wither battle, or goddesses, or even women to argue with the priest. "Thanks for patching me up, anyway. What was your name again?" "Manville. Leo Manville." Leo stuck his hand out and the soldier took it, wincing again at the strength of the halfling's handshake. "You rest up while you can, kid. I'll be back around to check on you in a couple days." The young soldier was Leo's last patient for the afternoon, and the priest crossed his name off a mental list as he strode towards the mess hall. The camp was busy with people tying up their own lists of tasks before the sun finished setting, and Leo could see a line starting to form at the mess tent. His medical supplies, crammed haphazardly into a black rucksack, bumped against his hip as he walked; the halfling calculated how much longer the line would be if he stopped at his quarters first to drop them off. Would waiting for dinner cut into his evening workout? As neither dinner nor pushups were optional, Leo opted to hang onto his bag and file into the mess tent. Most of the soldiers here were well organized and generally well fed, which made for a nice orderly queue for which Leo was thankful. He could beat any man here at any contest of strength, but being just over three feet tall made pushing his way out of an unruly crowd a bit more difficult than he liked to admit. He was not above taking out his warhammer and smashing toes should the situation get out of hand. Once provided with a bowl of the nutritious, if tasteless, stew he'd heard the soldiers refer to as "Point Slop", Leo wandered to the big fire at the center of the encampment just as the White Hand paladin stood and called for attention. Leo slurped his stew and nodded in silent agreement; danger was everywhere, this far out from civilized lands, and the worst of it wasn't even the giant monsters from the wastes.
  30. 5 points
    Selena did excuse herself from the remaining group in which she was speaking to. She walked side by side with Ehlan talking softly. “Tell me everything you know about Tia.” Selena said in a very quiet voice as to not wake anyone up. “I haven’t all the details. All I know is what I mentioned before and that there was some kind of infection causing people to lose their minds and become blood thirsty. I did not stay for the briefing as you requested aid. I left immediately.” Selena nodded and opened the slit of her large tent. Walking in, she noticed a shadow with in her tent stir. “So you have come? I was wondering where you disappeared to.” Nim’Ruin sat upon a lonely stool in the corner as he opened his eyes revealing his Red ires, which was indicative of his Drow race. “Mother Matron, Oh how fair you look and oh how lovely it is to be with in your presence.” “Cut the shit Nim’Ruin.” Selena said as she rolled her eyes. “Such language. Did you kiss your mothers with that mouth?” The Drow smirked softly as he noticed Ehlan reach out to grab him for his insolence. Of course Ehlan merely grabbed a wisp of smoke as the wizard appeared in the other end of the tent. “Tsk Tsk Dear Ehlan. Let us not be hasty. I came here to help our beautiful leader.” Nim’Ruin bowed graciously before Selena who merely shook her head. “Make yourself useful and tell me what happened in Tia.” Selena said as she nodded towards Ehlan who sealed the entrance of her tent closed. “Someone was brilliant enough to weaponize a drug so to speak, a very dangerous one known as Maleficence. Once someone has been infected their start to lose their minds and go into a blood crazed frenzy. They attacked anyone with in their vicinity. The most dangerous part is that not only was the water supply in Tia tainted, but the drug even moved to airborne. We retrieved some samples, but this was all we could gather from the area. Tia is effectively a non-factor with in this continent.” Nim’Ruin pulled out a rather large stick that held a cigarette type object at the end. He slowly began to smoke while crossing his legs. Selena shook her head. “What is the world is going on. Perhaps fate could not be changed for that once lovely city. A shame.” “The true question is….” Nim’Ruin’s voice trailed off softly before he continued. “What are we doing here? This land is strange and dark. True it is no Dark Eden, but it definitely reminds me a lot of that.” Selena looked at Nim’Ruin and nodded again. “This land seems cursed, one that is far more powerful than anything we have ever came into contact. It limits your power and limits your sanity, though I am positive that will have no effect on you Nim’Ruin. You are quite insane to begin with.” Nim’Ruin laughed in retort and then his eyes got serious. “Matron. This area…this Yh’Mi is dangerous. There is a chance many people will die and even ourselves. Why is this risk worth our lives?” Selena stood up and walked towards the front of her tent. “All our lives…for the thousands of years we have been together…we have done nothing but try to consolidate power and work towards our selfish ends. What has that brought us? Stormie was murdered, Tia is destroyed, and we have been in countless wars throughout the ages that resulted to absolutely nothing. Just lives lost. I think it is about time we do something positive for a change, and try to help those who need it.” Selena opened her tent and stepped outside hearing the voice of their leader in Yh’Mi.
  31. 5 points
    OBELUS

    What do they know?

    The dome enclosing Kail and Reie disappears. They stand up. There is an air of resignation about them. Reie unslings the satchel from his shoulder and hands it to Alethea. “We need to move. There are more coming,” he says, gruffly. Kail looks to each one of you, mouth pulled tight in a grim line. “We-” she gestures between her and her husband “have been in this area for too long. The degradation’s getting to us. It doesn’t seem to be affecting you four as badly. Maybe it’s because you weren’t born here, or because you haven’t been here for too long… it doesn’t matter.” She hesitates, looking to Reie for support. “Worst case scenario, you four need to take this to the north for us.” Reie gestures to the satchel. “But in any case, we need to continue moving before something worse comes,” he grimaces, looking down at the empty space where his legs are supposed to be. Kail glances at the shimmering veil in the SOUTH with trepidation. She hoists her husband up, looping his arm around her shoulders. She concentrates for a minute. A collection of shield appears, carefully piecing together to form a makeshift stretcher “Let’s go.” You walk NORTHwards for an indefinite amount of time. Distance stretches short; the ground beneath your feet passes faster than you suspect it should. The glistening river snakes away from the group, then towards you. The mountains in the distance grow larger, looming closer. The colors of the forest in the distance grows sharper. Finally, Kail calls for a stop. “Let’s-” she sucks in a breath that rattles, “-let’s take a break here.” Despite the distance traveled, you feel no fatigue. There is only the faintest trace of hunger in your bellies, but your legs make no protests. Some distance to the WEST, the glassy river murmurs. It snakes NORTHWARD. To the NORTH, mountains cast shadows on a kaleidoscopic forest. A strange shadow lies some distance between you and the forest. A faint, sorrowful moaning reaches your ears. It emerges from the SOUTH. To the SOUTH, a strange shimmering nothingness blankets the horizon, stretching to the heavens.
  32. 5 points
    ElvenSeeker

    Hello Valucre!

    Hi there, Larian! I'm new as well. Honestly, I'm a bit nervous about joining an RP community, but I've been writing high fantasy stuff for years but never shared anything with anyone. I feel it's time to meet some like-minded folks who share my beloved hobby!
  33. 5 points
    thanks, textbook; i feel validated in my ARG clue-hunting obsession now 😂
  34. 4 points
    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
  35. 4 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...
  36. 4 points
    ElvenSeeker

    Yineffe Telvarna

    Profile Name: Yineffe Telvarna. Gender: Female. Race: Oiche Duende (Night Elf). Birth Place: Terrernus Wastes. Appearance Visual Age: Early 30’s. Hair Color: Silver/white. Eye Color: Yellow/Green. Skin Color: Warm grey. Body Type: Very tall and thin. Other: Adorned with pale tattoos. Combat Class: Defensive mage, novice healer. Weapon of Choice: Yineffe has limited offensive training therefore she would rather flee than fight. She does carry a small obsidian dagger and will attack if pressed, however ineffectually. Healing is a skill Yineffe has studied little. She can seal mild lacerations and clear bruises, but lacks experience with large, internal, and/or life-threatening injuries. Yineffe’s major talent is in magic deflection and disruption. She can effectively turn her enemies abilities against them, reflecting spells and nullifying complex incantations. Personality General Mood: Tentative. Somewhat judgmental. Sucker For: Gold/opal jewelry and any form of fortune-telling. Annoyed By: Useless house pets, especially cats. Background: Raised in an aggressive cult-like clan far into the Terrernus desert, Yineffe's identity has always been wrapped up in her family. Now, as an exile, she struggles to understand her place and has yet to realize the extent of freedom, knowledge, and danger in the world.
  37. 4 points
    I graduate next week with my Master's degree, so I'm considering coming back into the fold. Malaysia and Alukai will not be available for a while, but if anyone wants to RP with Kalicity, or MorceLa'Kai please let me know.
  38. 4 points
    OBELUS

    What do they know?

    Quietly, the store's doors swing shut. The large, bulbous lamp at the center of its ceiling flickers, then glows a bright violet. The counter disappears. In its place is a gaping hole from which emits a red-purple infrared glow. The floor tilts away from the door, dropping down towards the counter-hole and curving up at the walls. Everyone within the store is thrown off-balance. The tiled floors provide little traction. The SOUTHern wall on the opposite end of the hole begins moving NORTHwards, intent on pushing you towards the hole. You are inside the Store
  39. 4 points
    I start my new job Friday and will be training on 3rd shift.
  40. 4 points
    YourAverageSadist

    Hello ^-^

    My name is Gwen, and I'm transgender (Male to female). I've been roleplaying for about three years, and umm... I guess that's it? Anyways, I look forward to meeting you guys.
  41. 4 points
    jaistlyn

    Ursa Madeum Noble Houses OOC

    Bad idea. Well, unless you want a horror flick, in which case it’s a good idea. 😃
  42. 4 points
    SweetCyanide

    What do they know?

    The sickly wails of those atrocities caused him to stop and listen. Almost hypnotized, his chest began to sink in both paranoia and a rather somber emotion. He wished to believe they were fine. Maybe not in one piece (they already weren't) but fine. But that's too naive, especially for a man like him. In the North where they had fled, the group is greeted by Livington, though it doesn't seem like anything lived here. A town that reeked of green, a strangely comfortable sight due to the general indicator of such color. As he scanned the lonely street sprawled out before them, a simple question arises. Is it safe? He turns to the people beside him, behavior implying that we must all get a move on, for their sake. He clears his throat. "I see some grocery store." He grumbles, hand resting on his dry-bloodied knife. "Though I doubt we'll get any sort of customer service." . . . "I'm Grigori, by the way," Grigori says. He did not partake in their conversation a while ago. He also reeked of smoke. "Let's stick together. Maybe the shop has snacks. Or candy. For the girl."
  43. 4 points
    jaistlyn

    What do they know?

    Alethea ”You four go on ahead.” I stare in disbelief. That is practically suicide. More monsters are coming, converging at our location. Even with their powers, just the two of them would not be able to take all of them on at once. Kail and Reie prepare, with the same calmness that they had exhibited the whole time. Suddenly, the reason why hit me. They had already accepted their fate. They must have seen many of their friends and family fade the same way. At this rate of degradation, they won’t be able to make it to Hodra. They are depending on us to complete their mission, while making their lives mean something in this dying place. I hold the bag closer to my body. “We’ll keep it safe. Promise.” I say, a lump in my throat. That is the last thing I can do for them. I turn to the north and start running, wiping a stray tear off my cheek.
  44. 4 points
    to everyone I'm writing with—will be semi-AFV (might be around but no promises on posting) from today 'till Saturday; my family will be taking the time this Lent season to travel and unwind and celebrate the origin day of ya gal 🙏 love you all ❤️
  45. 4 points
    jaistlyn

    What do they know?

    Alethea There is a question sitting at the back of my mind. I’m panicking on the inside. “How can you be so calm about all.. this? Pushing past limits?” I stare at Kail. “Disappearing? How do you know what we are? What if we’re just.. just humans?” Without powers to shield or heal ourselves. I look at everyone else. They’re normal, like people who would die if a bomb goes off. The screams sound again, louder, closer. A chill goes down my spine. I spring up to my feet, too restless to stay seated. The telescope swings around to my will towards the south, and I peer through it. I gasp and step away from it, my heart pounding wildly. “Zombies! Monsters. I-I don’t know what. We need to go. Now!” The human torsos on the mounds of tortured flesh nauseate me. I grab the satchel, ready to run.
  46. 4 points
    I would maybe like to see tech-related stuff! Maybe like augmentations, or outright cybernetic limbs or mechanized companions etc. That’s also from my own impression that Alterion is heavy on tech (not 100% sure if that impression is accurate)
  47. 4 points
    i've been mentally and physically drained these last couple of days, but ill get to posting soon ❤️ hopefully
  48. 4 points
    Vetiver had a mission, but she also had a choice. She could see a million possible endings to her story if she went off on her own with this new power. She could be the Queen of Terrenus, or the Prophet of Gaia, or the blackest evil to walk the earth since Zenghi himself. She could mold the entire world to her whims, with the right application of augury and will and discipline. She could unite the continents; Terrenus, Genesaris, those crazy little islands that called themselves a bunch of weird countries -- they could all be hers, under a single flag, worshipping and loving their eternal Empress of Valucre. She could have the wealth of all the national treasuries, willing harems of the the most beautiful and skilled men and women the world had to offer, political power beyond belief; it could all be hers if she just decided what she wanted, and reached out her hand to take it. Even Victory couldn't stop her. But Vetiver had a mission. She already knew what she was going to do. All those potential futures faded like phantasms after the opium wears off, crumbling to dust and blowing away in the incessant wind of duty and loyalty. "I, too, will come with you, Fateless One." It was a simple declaration, but it caused a hundred thousand possible timelines to violently shatter. In their place was a misty horizon; following Lillith meant even the most powerful oracle of the age was left with some significant degree of uncertainty. Inside, Vetiver cried a tiny little tear for everything she was forsaking. But she wasn't a Queen. She was a soldier.
  49. 4 points
    Posting is coming, get ready for nonsensical rambling posts in the coming days that are needed. Sorry for my slowness as I am trying to fight writer block and lack of motivation/want to write.
  50. 4 points
    vielle

    What do they know?

    setsuko eri Setsuko does not yet know what to think of these suited individuals, only that she had been asked to help them and she had accepted, and that they were powerful and dangerous. As the couple enclose themselves in that dome, Setsuko turns to face the group at large, quietly observing each one, all towering adults compared to her diminutive youth. She could easily be seen as a coward, she thinks, when put beside these people who had turned to face the monstrous beast, and so she does not try to engage any of them in conversation, not yet. Instead, she shifts towards the ruptured corpse, wary but resolute, and picks her way through the aftermath of scattered flesh and dark ooze. Picking up a tooth, she quietly shoves it in her pockets, then turns to pry off a foot. The squelching is altogether unsettling to both her mind and her stomach, but she’ll make do; her mother had taught her to be resourceful, and with these in her possession, perhaps she can at least stand her ground should anything foul come their way again. Anything, to make it back home alive. Breathing deeply, Setsuko closes her eyes and steadies herself, before turning towards the woman with the glass rod with simmering curiosity. "That—that is safe?"
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