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  1. Sings Through Pain

    The Keep of the Predators

    The rune cast shells collided with the crystalline plating along the things forearm, tearing off huge night black chunks. The bullets did seem to be somewhat effective but the beast seemed to be possessed of stamina and a constitution befitting of its size. By the time it got into melee range the bullets had done too little damage and it tore into them with fierce abandon. Whats more, as the thing attacked its form would shift. When Shields were brought to bear, the things stalk like feet would change into large chunky hands whose digits curled around the shields. Like some sort of primate, its fingered feet would pull down on the shield while its now shattered and spiky right forearm would come down on the head of the first soldier who came near it. With a sickening crunch the Soldiers head would be crushed beneath its mighty crystalline hand. With its other limb, the monster snatched up the soldiers dead body by the arm and would use him to bludgeon the next Soldier in reach. The creature acted without thought or consideration for strategy. It was pure Rage and Hate, backed up by potent Metacreative power. This Astral Juggernaut would not be stopped by mere Soldiers. A specialist needed to be called in. A Psion was the only entity with the power to take down the construct. The Queen had seen this sort of power before. She knew one Psychic who specialized in Astral Constructs...
  2. Sings Through Pain

    The Madame of Izabal

    "We both know I'm stronger than Dad was when he fought. Besides, if I don't enter, who is going to represent the Fam?" It was true, it wouldn't be the Heaven or Hell if an Ecstuffuan was not present. Her genes beckoned her to fight and so when the call was made, she answered. Sapphira feared no man and did not fear death. Fighting was in her blood. "Thats weird. Celeste told me that she was going back to the brothel after she fell out with her Man." A concerned look grew on Sapphira's face. Sapphira didn't look down on her mom's occupation and business. Sapphira might have tried it if she was any good at being "Sexy". Her brother got all of her parents Sex appeal and Sapphira was only good at pissing people off rather than turning them on. "I heard she has an apartment around the way. You want to go see if she is home?"
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    Here with Me

    Nearby the lady with the missing arm, perhaps in another room there was another who was injured defending last chance from the onslaught of dreads faceless legion. They were in similarly bad shape but unlike her, nobody knew how to treat the strange alien immigrant. No doubt they and their people loved terrenus like all of its inhabitants, but they were strangers. None knew how to treat their crystalline bodies. None knew how to mend the cracks and shattered pieces that made up Oz’s crystalline body. So there he lay helpless. He wailed in pain in that strange shrill high pitch voice the Crysmal people spoke in. The Crysmals were a new race in Terrenus. A people apparently native to the astral plane who stereotypically made their living as psychics and sooth Sayers’s. They worshipped a strange god known as the Founder, Tresondros. Oz cried out, in agony, close to death, the name of his god, it’s high pitched glassy voice. ”Tres” ”Tres” ”Tres”
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    The Keep of the Predators

    They would find the threat purely internal. In fact, they would recognize this phenomenon. Sometimes when an individuals psionic talent manifested for the first time, it manifest wild and often falls under control of the subconscious. The powers that grow from the diseased mind were volatile and often proved immensely self destructive. Usually this can be caught before the event but it requires psychiatric and psionic care that Dagon, in his families poverty, lacked. Small orbs of violet light burned behind the glint of the dark crystal juggernaut. It towered at least 8 feet over the tallest armored soldier that surrounded it. The soldiers who knew about psionic craft would recognize this as a manifestation of Metacreation, the rarest Psionic discipline, made famous by The Peoples Champion the first of the Shaper class Psions. With a final roar the beast rushed forward. Its foot falls caused the ground to shake. It brought its two thick forearms in front of its face on guard, to protect itself from any impending fire. The bulk of the massive creature would smash into the Soldier with a sickening crunch and overrun them beneath the tree trunk like stalks that were its feet. If successful the Construct would turn to face the now broken circle of armored Soldiers.
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    The Keep of the Predators

    On the outer edge of the city we’re the tiny homes, built by the baroness for the people whom did not have the ability to do for themselves. Predators keep was the home of the psychic people but...for those whom potential was very limited it was a hard place to live. Dagon belonged to one such family, whose blood produced little psionic potential. For this family the cyclcal nature of generational poverty was apparent. Despite their lot, they were good, hard working and devout to one another. Yet the world around them was not. Growing up in Predators Keep is hard. The percentage of the populace with Psionic potential was growing with each generation. Dagon was ridiculed in school not only because of his poverty but because he was one of the few without psychic ability. Everyday came with a new jest, a new torment. The culture in the keep was not sympathetic. Predators keep valued resilience and self reliance, so Dagon swallowed his sadness. He knew that if he came to someone; they would say “suck it up” or some such. That sadness grew. It festered and churned. The night was dark. The rain fell hard and oppressive. He hid from the storm in the room he shared with his siblings, huddled in the corner as they slept. He did not want to wake them with his shaking or the tears that flooded down his cheek. He froze. Something coiled in his mind, gripping his consciousness. A keen shrieking echoed through his being and he writhed in agony, in terrible silence. A thing was born in his mind. A violent psychic awakening. A rare power fed on the resentment, all the shame, the hurt, and was born twisted. Reality buckled as it came into the world. The tiny home crumbled in a single violent instant. It was not known if any of the family survived as the the thing rose from the rubble. It was as if night was stretched over crystalline rock, cobbled in vague humanoid shape, barely visible in the backdrop of the rainy night. The thing howled with a piercing sharp shriek, this time the roar echoed in space for all of predators keep to hear.
  6. Sings Through Pain

    The Madame of Izabal

    The angle of her nose made her want to punch it. The way it stuck up, inviting derision. Of course she didn’t. Instead she smiled, “Wassup girl, how y’all been?” She said, perhaps even with a bit of strained friendliness. Her mother taught her manners and returning respect for people. Besides Sapphira knew what it was to work a job. So she followed up the stairs and made polite conversation. When she walked into Lovis office and her mother addressed her, Sapphira got a good look at her. She stood regal and Sapphira thought, ‘damn my mom is cool’, so she smiled wide and responded “Mommmaaaaa!!!” She shouted. Her arms went wide and she went in to embrace her mother with a big hug. For any body else in this plane of existence, Sapphira coming in for a hug was a terror. But she got it from her momma, and lovi was strong enough herself for it to feel not unlike it felt when Sapphira was a small child. Sapphira held tight for a while, regardless of the dense smoke from mothers pipe. When she finally let go and Mom said she looked good. “Damn girl you too, I see I don’t got to worry about aging. You are looking fierce. I see you running things.” Sapphira looked around in amazement at the office. Then Mom asked why she was here, which she appreciated. Lovi and Sapphira were the same, both liked to cut through the bullshit. “I was on my way to Gaia Prime for the Heaven or Hell, I decided to drop by and see you and the girls.” Sapphira did not travel the planes as her father did, through the astral, but she swam through the elemental plane of earth to get to the various material planes. A gift given to her by Lovis heritage. A few of the girls from Sapphiras childhood home worked here, three girls in particular.
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    The Madame of Izabal

    She didn’t see her mom standing up there among the balcony. It wasn’t in Sapphiras nature to look up rather than forward. Some might call it pigheaded. Her stubbornness was well known, especially by her mother. Instead she looked for the Mezereon and after a while she eventually found the sign. On the exterior and on the interior, Sapphira might attribute the words floral and ornate to the design of the place. All in all it wasn’t her style and as soon as she entered she stood out like a sore thumb. Sapphira was no less attractive as the women here but to her credit, she wasn’t trying. She approached one of the women there and asked for the Madame.
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    The Madame of Izabal

    It had been weeks since she had heard from Celeste. At first Sapphira assumed that it was due to the limitations of technology in this land. The place certainly looked the part. Old but pretty too. She drank in the city beyond the sea with its multi hued limestone walls and tropical greenery, as the ship she was on drifted listfully towards the dock. She could see already why Mom decided to start a business here. Once the ship docked in the port, she could see how busy it was. Travelers and trade meant people looking for companionship. Sapphira didn’t understand quite why Mom needed another successful escort service but she assumed it had something to do with occupying her time so she could thoroughly ignore dad. Sapphira was dressed not unlike the sailors who disembarked the ship with her. A loose fitting white tank top covered her modest chest. The blazing sun had not succceeded in tanning her pale flesh, yet the light reflected brilliantly off the smooth stone surface of her left arm. She had Mom to thank for that. More than her looks, this oddity, what most assumed to be a skin affliction, afforded her a lot of attention almost too much. she pushed her way through the crowd, looking up, knowing that Mom would likely be standing too tall to be ignored.
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    Atlanta - A Mage the Ascension Game

    The more things changed the more they stayed the same. It was a muggy afternoon and the air was balmy with moisture. Hot and Wer the air conditioning in the office building proved inadequate as the thick atmosphere dug its way inside. The whining buzz of the fan wheezed pitifully in the cublicle next to his. Dennis ignored these discomforts and took solace In the warm orange glow of the setting sun. It would soon be time to get off of work and now that paying the bills was done, be could engage his passion. His pen tapped a stoccata against his desk as he reread the text of his support, making himself look busy rather than begin more work than his intended schedule would allow. The tune of A Love Supreme ram through his mind, invigorating his soul and soothing his mind. He visualized in his mind the night that was to come. Before him sat only the plastic keyboard of his computer but his fingers hungered for brass contours of his saxophone. When the time finally came he stood up, throwing his suit jacket over his shoulder. He left Work in haste not taking overly long to wave goodbye to his superior. He checked the time on his IPhone and he smiled, knowing that he was making good time. He would make it to the venue with plenty of time to get tuned up. He thanked God quietly as he opened the door to his modest yellow vehicle and drove off down the parking lot.
  10. I want to run play by post Mage: The Ascension. This is a World of Darkness game using the Storyteller System by White Wolf Games. The game will use the rules in Mage 20th Anniversary. I will act as Storyteller in the Game. No character sheet or profile is recommended at the beginning. The game takes place in Atlanta Georgia in the year 2017. The avatar storm has subsided, to the benefit of the traditions and the technocracy. Atlanta is the center of a major conflict between the renewed and potent traditions and the dominant Technocratic Union. Atlanta is the flashpoint of a new war between mysticism and reason. The natural world and old ways grow among towering spires of steel that serve as a testament to the power of science and reason. Superstition is prolific even among the sprawling cities. In the perimeter of the greater metropolitian area Men and women of Science and Mages of Magic vie day to day for the consensus, the faith and belief of every sleeper. You have awakened. Suddenly you realize that you are a not merely a man, but likened unto a god. Your will be done, as you believe, as you -know- the world to be. You are fighting a war For the greatest prize, reality itself. Gonna Post there, you can respond how you’d like. I’ll mostly play role as Storyteller to help facilitate your story. Though as more players become involved I’ll introduce my own character.
  11. Sings Through Pain

    Bale Apocalyptica

    Crsh The slab of concrete erupted into a rain of massive stones. One collided squarely in Ilohims face and the rest smashed into her body. Her head was thrown back into the wall behind her, leaving a dent in the brick. The titan impact of the trolls arm was fearsome and devastating. Yet before she could hit the ground something caught her. It was as if the strings that held the puppets limbs went taught, leaving the marionette suspended, neither dead nor truly alive. Her body turned in the air and her feet did not hit the ground. Invisible power encapsulated her body, making it upright and snatching her forward like a slingshot on the backswing. A bruise sat on her face where broken bone and torn flesh ought to have been. A red leer peered out from the space before her closed eyes and crimson smoke churned from her lips and nostrils. She came forward and her left came out to grasp at the massive limb of the fell sorcerer. Her hand, however large, could not possible hope to grasp the massive grotesque thing that the mage conjured. Yet, she did not need to. Something else did. The mage would feel the sudden crushing grip of a massive hand, invisible, but based on what it felt like, the hand of a titan had reached down through the clouds, to grab the horrid limb as a parent might grab the arm of a newborn babe. Then, without warning or ceremony, that impossible invisible grip would snatch Arthur up and throw him 50 feet into the air, the arch of the throw would cause him to eventually fall on the roof of the building at Ilohims back. Ilohims body followed the motion, her left hand wrenching back in an upward arch. "AWAY FROM ME!" A voice called out from nowhere. Ilohim performed a right hook to follow the throw. A torso sized trench tore through the wall to Ilohims right, a tell tell sign of the wave of telekinetic force that would swing from right to left threatening to slam Xartia and Enid into the wall at her left. Xartia would be happy he decided to conjure a defensive spell. Ilohim would not notice as the insect crawled into her ear, working its way through the Red smoke and eventually plugging that one exit. @Al Sa-her @Lady Gilaen @Voldemort
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    Bale Apocalyptica

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    Bale Apocalyptica

    @Al Sa-her @Voldemort @Lady Gilaen
  14. Sings Through Pain

    Bale Apocalyptica

    The girl had not turned to face them. Even as the Mage, The Seer, and The Outsider came upon her she remained stooped over the pile of viscera. She fingered the gore with child like fascination. Ilohim was exposed. Vulnerable. Daft and dumb to the retribution that arrayed against her. Yet she was not alone, despite the fact that nothing stood beside her. In the shadows of the after and the before, the troll stooped over her, fascinated by the blood and bits that she toyed with between her fingers. It whispered a hateful cacophony that only she could hear, stoking the fires of madness. After, should they survive, they might recall seeing something angry and ugly, unforgettable and yet half remembered in the shadows of memory. They would ask was there something there or...maybe not? It was one part mind, divided by time, and it stuttered calculated threats, unable to parse its fury but cruelly understanding the curses that bailed from its red lips directly into their minds. Ilohim did not need to turn to face them, and yet, furious eyes were upon them, hateful, malevolent and ready! The seer was the most likely to perceive it. Even the magic and sorcery of this world made sense and could be understood, but what predators keep brought to bare was new. Uncharted. What did Red think would happen when she gathered the most sensitive and volatile minds this world had ever known and saddled them with the sad tragedy that was life. The thing they faced was demonic in its most traditional and original intent. A personal demon. Addiction. Loathing. Insanity. To Enid she could smell the sepsis left upon fate and the pile of psychic trauma that echoed through the past and present, converging here and now. She would feel a tremendous weight as the psionic infection reacted intelligently to the conjuring of spells. Cracks spread through the concrete of the alley in a line in front of where the girl knelt, picking over the gore. A force unseen but remembered flipped up a slab of the ally, forming a makeshift wall that rose just in time to catch the burst of water and the ball of lightning Depending on how long the stream lasted and when the ball of lightning hit, a rather hilarious outcome may result as the lightning took its natural course up the magical stream and into the mouth of the magician. Whatever the outcome though, the slab would fall back to the ground and Elohim now stood, her body utterly relaxed, her stare completely blank and unaware. Something worse, even bigger than the giant girl stood just behind her. Though you couldn't quite make it out, the Will Worker, The Cambion and the Oracle would know it was there. There, Illness lived! Psychosis walked! And this unfortunate Malady would be the burden for the world to bare.
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    Welcome to Ventrix Industries

    Eventually it started to hurt less. Though his own screams still echoed through the dark halls of his conscious. The void was impossibly vast as he floated without sensation of body or time. Is this Death? the Doctor asked himself, himself being that voice cast from a singular will that still, apparently existed. That couldn't be right though. Existence suggested some sort of presence and the only conception of what this was is was no where, in its most primal sense. He could still feel that echo though of the last moment before all this. Searing pain, as flames licked about his crushed flame, burning and burying him with his beloved. Now though she was gone and he was alone, set adrift in cruel oblivion. The voice that was his will went silent for a moment, as if renouncing himself to the maelstrom of the Wyrm, which returned existence itself into its most primal form. Before he fell too deep into that immortal sleep, something caught him, ceasing his descent like a life line from the Angels. It called out, at first as another singular will like his own...but...different... Familiar. <∞> LazarusV005.exe "Dr. Savant" Monsters of Chrome and Wire worked tirelessly on the 13th sublevel of Ventrix Industries. It was a company that abhorred waste. Why waste one of the brightest minds on the continent. Dr. Christopher Savant had at one point been employed by Ventrix and then later, became one of its top investors. The doctor had produced great work here, as he had in many places and often he wanted to keep an eye on the fruits of his creations. Robotic arms that ended in surgical steel dispensed threads of hot primium metal to build upon the burned corpse of the late doctor like a spider spinning its web. Other mechanical limbs held the doctor in place, moving him in unison with the 12 other arms that stitched at his body. Some injected a unique serum, combining the advances of the biological progenitors of the company with impossible feats of mechanical engineering, to do something that had never been done before. The Machine delivered its progeny upon Valucre, like God before it. The Serum restored the burned and broken flesh of the doctors body, rebuilding it stronger and more receptive to the cybernetic parts being built within it. Days passed as the machine did its work and slowly Chris climbed his way through the Umbra, taking a long journey back from death. He was not alone in this path. As he walked through the labyrinth of oblivion, The Machine was his companion. It did not lie to him. It told him truly that he and his wife were dead, and his daughter fatherless. The Machine did not spare him the course harsh reality, but almost in a Socratic method, it lead him to other conclusions. Other possibilities. With questions it sparked a fire of wonder, that illuminated the darkness of fear and ignorance in his mind and lead him through the low umbra into the high epiphany. He saw the Machine in its true form, as it had always existed. The god child of Mother Spider, the Weaver, this spirit had always been close. In every calculation, in every measurement, in every tool, He saw the Incarna of the Machine for what it was and he became its prophet. He saw great Autochthonia and he saw the utopian idea of what the world could be. He saw a brave new world. One without the unpredictability and absurdity of the world of magic that took away his beloved. He saw a reason to go on. He knew his purpose. A better reality. A new paradigm. <∞> Complete. Press any key to continue. Finally the Doctor opened his eyes. One was brown, as it had been, but the other, chrome and infrared. He stepped down from the machines that held him aloft as he looked down at his left arm, without surprise. He had designed it after all. Shining in the bright fluorescent light of the sublevel. He took a deep, long breath, feeling the closeness of The Machine and taking comfort in it. A stream of data, ran through his periphery, informing him of the time that had passed since the incident and explaining to him where he was. It didn't need to tell him what happened. The issue of this world would be resolved soon. @Dancing In Lunar Rays