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    Ghorroj got a reaction from supernal in How do you feel about infiltrating governments?   
    Ooo.  The mechanism makes it a bit more complicated.  Rules out sentient undead, too.
    I'd suggest that it would be more likely to affect someone who'd just had a serious brain injury (lots of attention, potentially life-threatening circumstances), someone who'd just hit the neural-collapse part of malnutrition (life-threatening circumstances, better chance of unnoticed infiltration, weakened body), or someone really, really old (potentially well-placed politically, but with a body on the verge of collapse).
    In other words, the few advantages would be massively outweighed by the disadvantages/potential physical weaknesses of their host bodies.  At first, at any rate.
     
    Another question occurs: Is it possible to detect the infiltrators via a spell or some kind of examination?  Would these really rare takeovers be hidden from such means of detection, since they'd technically be their host?
    Ah.  Hm.  No spoilers, though, please.  I bring this up as another angle of thought.
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    Ghorroj got a reaction from supernal in How do you feel about infiltrating governments?   
    I have a semi-pertinent question.
    Can these alien body snatchers accidentally infiltrate (and potentially animate) corpses?  I mean, would it be possible if the infiltration happened in the really rare circumstances where someone was juuuust about braindead but their body hadn't quite finished dying?
    Is that a possibility?
    ...mind you, I get the feeling that the answer is either 'no', or 'yes, but the body finishes dying, and the infiltrator with it', but I'm hoping for a more interesting, and possibly sentient, zombie/ghoul-themed answer.
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    Ghorroj reacted to ViverFever in Toil and Trouble   
    When Tirkas had posed his question, Demi had first taken it to be a slight; as if he doubted her as a warrior. It had been a knee-jerk reaction, as if she thought she had to prove herself to a stranger but if he had been a soldier too… Perhaps she’d been too quick to judge the intentions behind his question.

    Ducking underneath a branch, Demi moved her gaze from the path ahead to Tirkas, the gentle downturn of her lips and the slight furrow of her brow softening slightly. “Tirkas..?” She called after a small moment of travel. Quickening her step so that she was walking next to him, she turned her gaze to peer at the profile of his face. “I want to… apologize for earlier. My reaction, that is,” She stepped over a particularly dangerous dip in the earth as she looked to the path ahead of them. “When I was a soldier, I had many question my abilities because I am a woman. When I lost my arm, some said that I would not be able to do the things I do now without it.  When you posed your question…” Demi paused, eyebrows furrowed. When she spoke again, her voice was soft, “I was the one to assume that you thought the same. I see now that I was wrong and I want to apologize for my earlier and quite wrongfully directed irritation.”

    Demi went quiet for a few moments as she walked alongside Tirkas, lips set in a thin line as she tried to think of what else to say. “Back in Coth,” She began, her tone one of curiosity. “Father Constans said you were a swordsman of considerable skill. Do you work for him, or for the church?”  
    @Spooky Mittens @Ghorroj
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    Ghorroj got a reaction from supernal in Attention GMs and Quest-Givers! Potential antagonist for your quest or role-play!   
    If you're still open for curse suggestions:

    The Duck Curse.
    A perfectly ordinary waterfowl* flies over from somewhere nearby and lands on the cursed character's head.  Said character cannot see, feel or hear the duck, and will be unable to believe anyone who points it out to them.  The 'duck'* will immediately start quacking loudly and randomly during conversations, and will certainly be able to cover the conversation with incessant noise.
    If the original 'duck' dies and the curse hasn't run its course, another waterfowl will fly over and land on the cursed characters head, only this one will be a lot meaner and far more aggressive.  This second 'duck' will actively attack the characters it isn't using as a perch.
    The third duck will also be aggressive, and will have the temporary ability to breathe fire when threatened.  It should get much, much worse from here.  Possible suggestion: DuckZilla.
     
    *Any waterfowl will do, as long as it is relatively light and can make loud and obnoxious noises.
    This curse is a reference to 'The Duck Man' from the novels of Terry Pratchett
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    Ghorroj got a reaction from jaistlyn in Tavern of Legend OOC   
    @jaistlyn To add a little more detail: the snowmen have makeshift capes made out of trousers (stolen from staff while everyone was sleeping) and are armed with mops and brooms.  They're not animated: just ordinary snowmen.
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    Ghorroj got a reaction from Animal in a game of ambition [yanaihara clan]   
    You already know my interest, and we've already talked about the basic concept of the character I'll be using.  I'll run the character sheet by you when she's ready.
    ...now I just have to make her. ._.
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    Ghorroj got a reaction from vielle in a game of ambition [yanaihara clan]   
    You already know my interest, and we've already talked about the basic concept of the character I'll be using.  I'll run the character sheet by you when she's ready.
    ...now I just have to make her. ._.
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    Ghorroj got a reaction from supernal in a game of ambition [yanaihara clan]   
    You already know my interest, and we've already talked about the basic concept of the character I'll be using.  I'll run the character sheet by you when she's ready.
    ...now I just have to make her. ._.
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    Ghorroj got a reaction from Rabbit in Want a companion? I'll Make You One! pt2   
    Were I doing this, I'd limit the size to medium at maximum, with most summons being small.  The reason being, you don't want to give characters a juggernaut companion that can trash a city, while they sit back on a sun lounger fanning themselves in the background.  You certainly do want to give them something that can complement their skills, or be a useful ally, while not affecting plot overmuch.
    Just my two-cents on the subject.
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    Ghorroj got a reaction from Djinn&Juice in Want a companion? I'll Make You One! pt2   
    Were I doing this, I'd limit the size to medium at maximum, with most summons being small.  The reason being, you don't want to give characters a juggernaut companion that can trash a city, while they sit back on a sun lounger fanning themselves in the background.  You certainly do want to give them something that can complement their skills, or be a useful ally, while not affecting plot overmuch.
    Just my two-cents on the subject.
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    Ghorroj got a reaction from The Alexandrian in How do you feel about infiltrating governments?   
    I have a semi-pertinent question.
    Can these alien body snatchers accidentally infiltrate (and potentially animate) corpses?  I mean, would it be possible if the infiltration happened in the really rare circumstances where someone was juuuust about braindead but their body hadn't quite finished dying?
    Is that a possibility?
    ...mind you, I get the feeling that the answer is either 'no', or 'yes, but the body finishes dying, and the infiltrator with it', but I'm hoping for a more interesting, and possibly sentient, zombie/ghoul-themed answer.
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    Ghorroj got a reaction from supernal in Tavern of Legend Season 3   
    "Innocent?"  Fiji's ears sprang up and he gave Just Barkeep @SteamWarden a quick wide-eyed stare of apparently genuine surprise.  Then he looked away, flattened his ears against his head again and muttered "yeeeees, innocent" under his breath.
    He coughed into his fist, all pretence of penitence abandoned at Just Barkeep's assertion that he wasn't in any trouble, and gave the bartender his full attention.
    "I'll clean up the thing that I broke first.  For future reference, if I want to demonstrate that shaking hands with me is a bad idea, is there anything I can use?  I mean, the newcomer," he turned to regard Alrik @Currents and started in surprise at his absence.  "Iiis apparently vanished."  He scratched his cheek.  "I do hope it's not something I said.  It'd be terrible if I caused an inadvertent panic by breaking fundamental interdimensional concepts down into easily-understandable superstitious bits.  He'd have heard me talking at him in my own language had I not."
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    Ghorroj got a reaction from paradigm in Alterion Artifacts [Looking For Input]   
    That is the exact reason for it.  A joke that is, at exactly the same time, the kind of apocalyptic weapon that would stop someone in their tracks.  It's why I'd recommend that there only ever be one, and when it's used with its one-shot power it's gone.  It might also help with Lore a little if the Ocean drowns a kingdom, and treasure hunters have to battle kraken, whirlpools and a leviathan to get treasures from the crystal-clear, horribly tempting, oceanic depths.
    ...which may contain nuts.
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    Ghorroj got a reaction from supernal in Alterion Artifacts [Looking For Input]   
    That is the exact reason for it.  A joke that is, at exactly the same time, the kind of apocalyptic weapon that would stop someone in their tracks.  It's why I'd recommend that there only ever be one, and when it's used with its one-shot power it's gone.  It might also help with Lore a little if the Ocean drowns a kingdom, and treasure hunters have to battle kraken, whirlpools and a leviathan to get treasures from the crystal-clear, horribly tempting, oceanic depths.
    ...which may contain nuts.
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    Ghorroj got a reaction from Zashiii in Alterion Artifacts [Looking For Input]   
    That is the exact reason for it.  A joke that is, at exactly the same time, the kind of apocalyptic weapon that would stop someone in their tracks.  It's why I'd recommend that there only ever be one, and when it's used with its one-shot power it's gone.  It might also help with Lore a little if the Ocean drowns a kingdom, and treasure hunters have to battle kraken, whirlpools and a leviathan to get treasures from the crystal-clear, horribly tempting, oceanic depths.
    ...which may contain nuts.
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    Ghorroj got a reaction from paradigm in Alterion Artifacts [Looking For Input]   
    I have a suggestion:  The Bottled Ocean.
    Literally a temporally-frozen ocean contained within a simple crystal bottle, about the size of a brandy decanter, that, once broken, releases its contents and undoes the time-stop shenanigans on them.  Carved into the crystal bottle itself, in an unknown language that is nevertheless instantly translated within the reader's mind is the legend "Product contains: salt water, fish, corals, seaweeds, 1-whirlpool-creating seamonster, 1 breeding-pair of kraken, 1 Leviathan (you don't need more than one.  Trust us).  May contain peanuts or nut-related products.  Check with your apothecary before use if pregnant or unable to swim."
    It'd be a single-use artifact, naturally, and might cause problems for whoever uses it if they don't have a rowboat at the very least.
    As a weapon, it'd be an army-stopping, last-resort kind of thing.  It'd probably be in the 'Apocalyptic' category, going by the original thread...
    Edit:  Another thought occurs.  If the bottle itself was hard to break, then owners might be tempted to use it as an emergency bludgeoning weapon, especially if it had some advantages in doing so.  The disadvantage being, of course, that if they manage to shatter it accidentally, then they have to deal with a sudden ocean and (potentially) sea monsters.  If it shattered in a dungeon, or in a castle, with narrow corridors then it might even add to the scene a little and the Lore a lot...
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    Ghorroj got a reaction from supernal in Alterion Artifacts [Looking For Input]   
    I have a suggestion:  The Bottled Ocean.
    Literally a temporally-frozen ocean contained within a simple crystal bottle, about the size of a brandy decanter, that, once broken, releases its contents and undoes the time-stop shenanigans on them.  Carved into the crystal bottle itself, in an unknown language that is nevertheless instantly translated within the reader's mind is the legend "Product contains: salt water, fish, corals, seaweeds, 1-whirlpool-creating seamonster, 1 breeding-pair of kraken, 1 Leviathan (you don't need more than one.  Trust us).  May contain peanuts or nut-related products.  Check with your apothecary before use if pregnant or unable to swim."
    It'd be a single-use artifact, naturally, and might cause problems for whoever uses it if they don't have a rowboat at the very least.
    As a weapon, it'd be an army-stopping, last-resort kind of thing.  It'd probably be in the 'Apocalyptic' category, going by the original thread...
    Edit:  Another thought occurs.  If the bottle itself was hard to break, then owners might be tempted to use it as an emergency bludgeoning weapon, especially if it had some advantages in doing so.  The disadvantage being, of course, that if they manage to shatter it accidentally, then they have to deal with a sudden ocean and (potentially) sea monsters.  If it shattered in a dungeon, or in a castle, with narrow corridors then it might even add to the scene a little and the Lore a lot...
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    Ghorroj got a reaction from Larian in Fiji Alkarwyn Necrasmaat Ghorroj   
    Nicknames:
    "Most Wanted, Do Not Approach", "There He Is, Don't Let Him Get Away", "Sir Pantsalot".
    Age:
    Physically: 25, Chronologically: Approximately 47, Mentally: Unknown
    Description:
    Fiji is a beastman.  He stands at about 8 feet tall, if he stands up straight, but tends to slouch when he feels safe and comfortable.  This habitual posture leaves him at roughly 7 feet tall.  His heavily muscled body is covered in fur, the colour of which is hard to describe, but verges from a dark blue to a light silvery colour depending on the lighting.  The best comparison is the fur of the Russian Blue breed of housecat.  Facially, Fiji resembles a wolf, although genetic testing suggests that this was a deliberate, aesthetic choice made by whoever designed-
    Apologies.
    Fiji prefers to remain unclothed wherever possible, unless an environmental or physical hazard is present.  He suggests that clothing and fur do not mix well.
    Personality:
    Fiji is playful.  He takes nothing seriously, until he detects a viable threat, and will happily engage in nonsensical activities calculated to mildly embarrass his choice of playmate.  Lurking behind these seemingly harmless shenanigans is a mind that is both incisive and calculating: he appears to keep track of the breaking point of the person he is engaging with and, once this psychological weak point is located, takes great care not to press past this unless it suits his purposes.
    Fiji also lies with abandon when he doesn't want someone to know something.  The lies are always over-the-top with unbelievably wild exaggerations and are, usually, sharply contradicted by the pile of evidence that he is often found sitting in.  Despite this behaviour, we still have not found all of the clothing belonging the the Psych Ev. team.
    As an addendum: if Fiji seems attracted to someone and steals sly glances, he is working out the best way to steal their trousers.  We found this out the hard way on multiple occasions.
    Threats: It takes a lot to get Fiji to respond to a person as if they are a viable threat.  Rushing at him with a knife seems to be taken as an invitation to roughhouse, although he takes care that the blade lodges somewhere out of the way; ceilings appear to be a favourite.  Pointing a projectile weapon, a gun for instance, results in action to disarm the holder of the weapon through any means necessary; distraction using persuasion on a fellow 'hostage' has been observed, as well as secretly calling for a pizza delivery using a stolen cell-phone.  We are still not sure how the pizza delivery boy found the address.
    Overall, despite appearances to the contrary, Fiji does not care about anyone he interacts with.
    Abilities:
    Unlimited Strength:  Testing didn't find any upper limits to Fiji's strength, aside from the durability of his own body.  It is possible for him to try to lift something by applying greater and greater force to it, only to accidentally rip his own arms off in the attempt.  In this manner, he appears to have a hard-limit of about one ton of applied force before he starts taking damage from his own strength.
    Regeneration: A disturbing insight from the medical team is that Fiji simply doesn't bleed, making it impossible to draw any blood samples unless a piece of his flesh is forcibly removed.  Even more disturbing is his ability to visibly regenerate wounds.  Injury doesn't slow Fiji down for long, but this cellular regeneration uses up his own body's resources at an accelerated rate.  It is probable that he may starve if a great enough wound is inflicted, forcing him to regenerate to near-death.
    Portal Creation: Also called "magic doors".  These rifts through the fabric of reality have sharp edges and appear to open whenever and wherever Fiji wants them to.  The implications of this are immense, especially since Fiji appears to be able to calculate exactly where both ends of these stable wormholes should be entirely subconsciously.  When asked about it, his reply was along the lines of 'What?  Maths?  What's that?'
    Predecessor Lore: Not an obvious ability.  Fiji appears to be able to tap into ancestral knowledge from generations ago (something contradicted by his genetic tests, but I'll get to that).  He sits a while, staring at a task that he has to do, then blinks, says 'Ohh!', and gets to it in exactly the same manner that a practised novice might.  When asked about it, he said something about one of his predecessors learning it, but the knowledge does not appear to impart muscle-memory or immediate skill.
    Genetic Testing:
    Fiji's genetic makeup resembles something made in a lab.  There is no 'junk' DNA, no sign of any markers that have a detrimental effect, no sign of evolution having any say in his heritage.  The parameters, at least those we could understand, indicate that Fiji, rather than being the playful buffoon he appears to be, should have instinctively attacked everyone on sight unless they had a specific pheremonal signature that we are still decoding.  Another oddity suggests that the markers within his cells that dictate age regenerate fully instead of decaying with every cell division, but attempts to replicate this have been inconclusive.
    Had Fiji not escaped, we surely would have been able to perform more tests and be closer to an answer.  As things stand, the answer is "We don't know".  Tests on what samples we have are ongoing...
     
     
     
     
    Biography OR Storytime with Mr. Fiji
    I need to warn you first: I'm an inveterate liar, especially when it comes to my origins.  Now, we can either start at the point where I'm in a giant tube full of liquid and given to an immensely powerful being for services rendered, or we can start with my... I'd call him 'master', but honestly he'd laugh until someone threw up.  Probably me.
    Where was I?  Right.  Tube it i-  What?  You don't like starting at the tube bit?  It's the best part!  I got to have sex and every-  Well, fine.  Sod you.
    It all started aeons ago, back when the world was new.  The consciousness that pervaded the newly-created universe called, and matter answered.  It drew together into a being of might and wonder and pride, who was then thrown out of the universe, onto its burning behind, into something that could only be described as "A hovel".  I think it was a mudbrick temple of some description in one of the older universes.
    Well, I don't actually know. He always goes a bit vague when I ask and then changes the subject.  Right. Anyway.
    This burning creature, forged from the greatest stars (don't start) had one simple task: guard the Dread Portals that lead to the realm of its creation.
    And it did.  For ages.  And ages.  And on, and on, and on.  It started a hobby of making the temple bigger and grander than any of the others that lay in ruins around the site.  It raised magma from the depths of the earth and cooled it into obsidian.  It used this obsidian to form blocks with which to work and tore down the old temple of mud, only to build higher in black volcanic glass.  It carved frescoes of the things it had done to the ones who trespassed, and created murals dedicated to the beauty of its home.  This attracted visitors, and it got very, very creative with how it dispatched them, even going so far as to make them part of great traps that used their bodyparts to play it's idea of music.
    ...what?  Oh, that's easy: it did all of it because it got bored.  It got so bored that it accidentally let a single person through the gate it was supposed to guard, and then it found the truth.
    Nothing.  Nothing, it had done to the trespassers came close to the horror of what happened when someone got through the door it had been guarding.  No extremes of sadism or torture even approached the agonies of becoming a living testament to material decay.  The guardian was asked to clean up, and it did so, depositing the still-screaming remains in the foyer of its grand temple as a warning to all.  Then the decay spread.  The obsidian floor, with its carved frescoes and designs, started to rot.  The walls sagged and dripped.  The people and adventurers...  well, I won't get into that.
    To cut a centuries long story short, the Dread Portal, as the guardian had started to call it, had to be moved aboout...  six times, I think, to a different universe each time, over a period of aeons.  The final universe wasn't the best choice, because one of the primary physical laws made the guardian shrink to about the size of a geko.  Livid wasn't the word.
    ...and now it's time for lunch.  Push off.  I'll carry on later.
     
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    Ghorroj got a reaction from Shatter in So let's try something different. [Open]   
    They're... not really gods.  Not really demons, either. Sheogorath has been known to do things that hurt himself to benefit others as well. Also, in-canon, he gives two gifts to people: Madness (being the most obvious one) and Creativity (art, writing, music that kind of stuff).
    ...although, he once had a tiny bird beat up a gigantic were-crocodile-thing as part of a bet with a peer.  He's pretty fun.  I want to see what Steam does with him.
     
    You mean "once every thousand years".  Also, it's not really a prison: it's more that he returns to his original self after being trapped as the thing that he hates, loathes and despises for a thousand years.  Of course he'd want to tear up Sheogorath's sketchbook before he reclaimed his throne, in that case; he'd be too pissed off to not fall into the trap again.
     
    Aheh.  Whoops.  I'm fanwolfing again.  'Scuse me.
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    Ghorroj got a reaction from supernal in Tavern of Legend Season 3   
    Fiji raised his head from the bar and looked at Just Barkeep @SteamWarden levelly.
    "I've already told you both perks.  The minor one is that you choose what I call you, whenever you want.  If I had my way, it'd be the major perk too; you do not want me to name you after my favourite things.  It'd be a bit embarrassing to be in the middle of a big dramatic villainous speech, or taking customer's orders, and have me call you 'hambone' or 'mashed potato', or whatever kind of liver that was because it was delicious.  The major perk is that I don't harm anyone in your organisation without being invited to."
    He straightened and flexed his broad shoulders.
    "There might be one more, but I honestly can't remember it right now," he lied.  "It's nothing important, I'm sure.  Of course, if this were a major contract, you'd get a lot more perks, and I'd be contractually bound to not tell you any of them."  He paused, and his nostrils flared a little.  "Oh, yes.  Either of us can walk away from a minor contract, but if I do that I'll owe you a favour to the value of whatever it is that prompted me to offer the contract in the first place.  Can't do that with a major contract; I'm in it until the death, imprisonment or thwarting of the other party.  My master finds villains fascinating, for some reason."
    Fiji smirked, and stood up.
    "I'll be over by the door, doing the job we agreed.  Maybe having a big beastman lurking over there and watching everything will be enough to keep people here from getting too rowdy.  Shout if you need anything, Just Barkeep."
    And with that, he turned, strode over to the door and leaned against the wall next to it, arms crossed and expression inscrutable, as he waited for trouble.
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    Ghorroj got a reaction from supernal in Tavern of Legend Season 3   
    Name:  Fiji
    Location: At the bar
    Time: Last Night
     
    The beastman leaned back until his broad back was straight and he was sitting properly on the barstool.  His shoulders were still hunched, but now his pointed ears lay flat against his head and his blue eyes were narrowed slightly in suspicion.  He drew a quick breath and huffed slightly, his muzzle creasing as he bared his sharp teeth in a horrible approximation of a grin.
    "No fear stench.  Not even a hint of it, not throughout the entire conversation."  His nostrils flared briefly and his teeth vanished back behind his lips.  "Interesting and unusual.  I suppose I'd better keep my end of the bargain, because there's just no telling sometimes."  He paused, his shoulders gently relaxed and he folded his forearms on the bar top while simultaneously hooking the plate of liver with his hooked, grey foreclaw and dragging it towards himself. 
    "You can call me... Fiji.  I like the word.  Don't expect me to read whatever marks you use for writing, because it's not happening.  If you want something while I'm employed here, speak.  If it's outside of what we've agreed, don't expect anything; I get grumpy and contrary sometimes, but I won't break the letter of a deal."  He paused, and the corners of his black lips curled up into a small, sly smile .  "I also won't harm anyone while I'm here, as per the fine-print of our verbal contract.  Not unless they specifically ask me to."  He paused again and his smile faded a little.  "On that note, should I offer some kind of warning to the person in question, or should I just do whatever it is that they're literally asking for on the basis that anyone that stupid needs an immediate, object lesson?  Lastly, what would you prefer I call you?"
     

    @SteamWarden
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    Ghorroj got a reaction from supernal in Tavern of Legend OOC   
    It happens, of course.  I'm back on the internet properly now, so I can resume making posts that include more than one word and a mention.  I've just got to find my notes; hiding things in preparation for the Scarfolk "Stranger Danger" week is a bit time-consuming, since sometimes you forget what-all traps you've laid around the study area...
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    Ghorroj got a reaction from supernal in Tavern of Legend OOC   
    @SteamWarden  Post?
     
     
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    Ghorroj got a reaction from supernal in Tavern of Legend Season 3   
    "No broken bodies?"  The wolfman's nostrils flared a little as he heaved the large sigh of someone trying to be patient with a difficult and trying situation.  His pointed ears flicked sideways and his blue eyes narrowed briefly.  "That makes it far less fun for me, so I think it should cost a bit more than food.  Just a thick, blank ledger, a bottle of ink, a bag to carry the things in and a room for as long as I do the job will do for that.  Add that to my fee and I'll agree to toss people out with," he paused significantly, snout creasing with a grimace of distaste, "minimal damage.  Maybe a bit wet if they need a bucket of water poured over their face to rouse them, but otherwise unharmed as possible if the situation allows it."
    He leaned forward, over the counter, until his wet black nose was about six inches away from the bartender's @SteamWarden face.
    "Do we have a deal with those terms?  Food, board, thick blank ledger, bottle of ink, bag in return for bouncing and peackeeping services.  Still a steal for you."
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    Ghorroj got a reaction from Neondragon7 in Fiji Alkarwyn Necrasmaat Ghorroj   
    Nicknames:
    "Most Wanted, Do Not Approach", "There He Is, Don't Let Him Get Away", "Sir Pantsalot".
    Age:
    Physically: 25, Chronologically: Approximately 47, Mentally: Unknown
    Description:
    Fiji is a beastman.  He stands at about 8 feet tall, if he stands up straight, but tends to slouch when he feels safe and comfortable.  This habitual posture leaves him at roughly 7 feet tall.  His heavily muscled body is covered in fur, the colour of which is hard to describe, but verges from a dark blue to a light silvery colour depending on the lighting.  The best comparison is the fur of the Russian Blue breed of housecat.  Facially, Fiji resembles a wolf, although genetic testing suggests that this was a deliberate, aesthetic choice made by whoever designed-
    Apologies.
    Fiji prefers to remain unclothed wherever possible, unless an environmental or physical hazard is present.  He suggests that clothing and fur do not mix well.
    Personality:
    Fiji is playful.  He takes nothing seriously, until he detects a viable threat, and will happily engage in nonsensical activities calculated to mildly embarrass his choice of playmate.  Lurking behind these seemingly harmless shenanigans is a mind that is both incisive and calculating: he appears to keep track of the breaking point of the person he is engaging with and, once this psychological weak point is located, takes great care not to press past this unless it suits his purposes.
    Fiji also lies with abandon when he doesn't want someone to know something.  The lies are always over-the-top with unbelievably wild exaggerations and are, usually, sharply contradicted by the pile of evidence that he is often found sitting in.  Despite this behaviour, we still have not found all of the clothing belonging the the Psych Ev. team.
    As an addendum: if Fiji seems attracted to someone and steals sly glances, he is working out the best way to steal their trousers.  We found this out the hard way on multiple occasions.
    Threats: It takes a lot to get Fiji to respond to a person as if they are a viable threat.  Rushing at him with a knife seems to be taken as an invitation to roughhouse, although he takes care that the blade lodges somewhere out of the way; ceilings appear to be a favourite.  Pointing a projectile weapon, a gun for instance, results in action to disarm the holder of the weapon through any means necessary; distraction using persuasion on a fellow 'hostage' has been observed, as well as secretly calling for a pizza delivery using a stolen cell-phone.  We are still not sure how the pizza delivery boy found the address.
    Overall, despite appearances to the contrary, Fiji does not care about anyone he interacts with.
    Abilities:
    Unlimited Strength:  Testing didn't find any upper limits to Fiji's strength, aside from the durability of his own body.  It is possible for him to try to lift something by applying greater and greater force to it, only to accidentally rip his own arms off in the attempt.  In this manner, he appears to have a hard-limit of about one ton of applied force before he starts taking damage from his own strength.
    Regeneration: A disturbing insight from the medical team is that Fiji simply doesn't bleed, making it impossible to draw any blood samples unless a piece of his flesh is forcibly removed.  Even more disturbing is his ability to visibly regenerate wounds.  Injury doesn't slow Fiji down for long, but this cellular regeneration uses up his own body's resources at an accelerated rate.  It is probable that he may starve if a great enough wound is inflicted, forcing him to regenerate to near-death.
    Portal Creation: Also called "magic doors".  These rifts through the fabric of reality have sharp edges and appear to open whenever and wherever Fiji wants them to.  The implications of this are immense, especially since Fiji appears to be able to calculate exactly where both ends of these stable wormholes should be entirely subconsciously.  When asked about it, his reply was along the lines of 'What?  Maths?  What's that?'
    Predecessor Lore: Not an obvious ability.  Fiji appears to be able to tap into ancestral knowledge from generations ago (something contradicted by his genetic tests, but I'll get to that).  He sits a while, staring at a task that he has to do, then blinks, says 'Ohh!', and gets to it in exactly the same manner that a practised novice might.  When asked about it, he said something about one of his predecessors learning it, but the knowledge does not appear to impart muscle-memory or immediate skill.
    Genetic Testing:
    Fiji's genetic makeup resembles something made in a lab.  There is no 'junk' DNA, no sign of any markers that have a detrimental effect, no sign of evolution having any say in his heritage.  The parameters, at least those we could understand, indicate that Fiji, rather than being the playful buffoon he appears to be, should have instinctively attacked everyone on sight unless they had a specific pheremonal signature that we are still decoding.  Another oddity suggests that the markers within his cells that dictate age regenerate fully instead of decaying with every cell division, but attempts to replicate this have been inconclusive.
    Had Fiji not escaped, we surely would have been able to perform more tests and be closer to an answer.  As things stand, the answer is "We don't know".  Tests on what samples we have are ongoing...
     
     
     
     
    Biography OR Storytime with Mr. Fiji
    I need to warn you first: I'm an inveterate liar, especially when it comes to my origins.  Now, we can either start at the point where I'm in a giant tube full of liquid and given to an immensely powerful being for services rendered, or we can start with my... I'd call him 'master', but honestly he'd laugh until someone threw up.  Probably me.
    Where was I?  Right.  Tube it i-  What?  You don't like starting at the tube bit?  It's the best part!  I got to have sex and every-  Well, fine.  Sod you.
    It all started aeons ago, back when the world was new.  The consciousness that pervaded the newly-created universe called, and matter answered.  It drew together into a being of might and wonder and pride, who was then thrown out of the universe, onto its burning behind, into something that could only be described as "A hovel".  I think it was a mudbrick temple of some description in one of the older universes.
    Well, I don't actually know. He always goes a bit vague when I ask and then changes the subject.  Right. Anyway.
    This burning creature, forged from the greatest stars (don't start) had one simple task: guard the Dread Portals that lead to the realm of its creation.
    And it did.  For ages.  And ages.  And on, and on, and on.  It started a hobby of making the temple bigger and grander than any of the others that lay in ruins around the site.  It raised magma from the depths of the earth and cooled it into obsidian.  It used this obsidian to form blocks with which to work and tore down the old temple of mud, only to build higher in black volcanic glass.  It carved frescoes of the things it had done to the ones who trespassed, and created murals dedicated to the beauty of its home.  This attracted visitors, and it got very, very creative with how it dispatched them, even going so far as to make them part of great traps that used their bodyparts to play it's idea of music.
    ...what?  Oh, that's easy: it did all of it because it got bored.  It got so bored that it accidentally let a single person through the gate it was supposed to guard, and then it found the truth.
    Nothing.  Nothing, it had done to the trespassers came close to the horror of what happened when someone got through the door it had been guarding.  No extremes of sadism or torture even approached the agonies of becoming a living testament to material decay.  The guardian was asked to clean up, and it did so, depositing the still-screaming remains in the foyer of its grand temple as a warning to all.  Then the decay spread.  The obsidian floor, with its carved frescoes and designs, started to rot.  The walls sagged and dripped.  The people and adventurers...  well, I won't get into that.
    To cut a centuries long story short, the Dread Portal, as the guardian had started to call it, had to be moved aboout...  six times, I think, to a different universe each time, over a period of aeons.  The final universe wasn't the best choice, because one of the primary physical laws made the guardian shrink to about the size of a geko.  Livid wasn't the word.
    ...and now it's time for lunch.  Push off.  I'll carry on later.
     
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