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  1. Thanks for the like!

    1. Witch


      Sure. Your quest board looks great!

  2. Welcome, Dr. Ram. Every good party needs a healer! Technically I'm on the Inquisition side of things, but welcome to the military industrial complex all the same 🙂
  3. Witch

    The Moonwood Pursuit (Bounty) Chatter

    You could have already started your post, in which case fear not, but I had some thoughts on the upcoming conclusion to our thread as we approach the tenth post. Cassandra and Olivia are good nemeses for each other. Cassandra represents creation, Olivia destruction, with the twist that they both exist on surprising ends of the mortal spectrum. As determined by the coin flip, Cassandra will somehow successfully escape the grasp of the inquisitor. But it might be interesting if Olivia is able to inflict some sort of damage in the process to Erythraean. I'm sure they'll meet again in some future LoD thread (though with all my moving I don't know if I can reasonably participate in Last Chance) and this could be a meaningful incident upon which to further develop their adversarial relationship. Thoughts?
  4. Witch

    The Moonwood Pursuit (Bounty) Chatter

    Sorry for taking forever. I'm in the process of moving and move day is fast approaching.
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    The Moonwood Pursuit

    “As I said, I am an agent of the Gaian Inquisition,” Olivia says slowly, shuffling a few steps backwards as the monster casually brushes away the layers of frost from her alchemical volley. She purposefully ignores the question about whether or not she is alone. For a few silent moments she studies the defensive posture of the monster, the way in which it safeguards Cassandra behind the burly walls of its apelike limbs. Like a bond shared by kin. Mother and child? Or the opposite? Olivia’s eyebrows furrow with bewilderment, as if she were viewing a piece of modernist artwork that had gone over her head. She suddenly shakes her head and coldly chuckles, “Does that thing care for you?” Her lips press together, rising ever so slightly at their edges in a smug smile. “You murdered twenty-three innocents.” She taps a finger below her left eye. “Oh, I can see each one of their souls in your sloppy patchwork. And yet you shaped your golem as an angel. Fostered within it something more than self-preservation. Why? Does it help you sleep better at night?” Her chuckles erupt into the kind of stormy laughter that is devoid of humor, but rich with disdain. At the same time, something wretched seems to roil beneath her left arm and the limb begins to quickly swell in size. Her left arm shoots out from her side like a shadowy lance in the direction of Erythraean’s hand wall. Its target is seemingly clear: Cassandra. Except that, in a way, it is a feint. She hopes that creature will defend against her attack in the same way it defended Cassandra from the flash bang. Olivia’s specialty lies in turning things back into their original, purest state - the way Gaia had intended - through reverse transmutation upon touch. She would shatter Erythraean into its most basic ingredients and put an end to this mockery of creation.
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    The Moonwood Pursuit

    She repeats the same line of prayer over and over in her head: “Mother, Most High; sacred be Your name. May the Watcher seel our eyes and the Judge weigh our souls and the Executioner carry out Your worthy verdict. Amen.” For the most part, the exercise keeps her breathing and her hands steady while she patiently surveils the stationary construct. In scripture there is peace. That is, until her left arm begins to suggest variations of the prayer. “May the Watcher STEAL our eyes” She quietly spits on the ground beside her. To atone for her heresy she resolves to repeats the prayer correctly another twenty-one times (a good number), but, on the seventeenth time (sevens are wicked), her wretched arm raises the stakes, “DESOLATOR, Most High—” She spits twice. She will have to scrub the limb with the Black Salt when she returns from her mission. The pain will be satisfactory. She repeats her quota of prayers again, this time omitting every seventh word – Her mental ablutions are interrupted by an inquiring voice. Olivia curses her inattention, for already the scene has changed. The aurae of the construct now shield an entirely new being, likely the perpetrator of the noise. Cassandra? But the plan hasn’t changed. First, there is the quiet click of a pin being released, a whirring of air as the object arcs over the boulder into the camp below, and then a muted clunk as the flashbang sticks its landing into the mud. Olivia braces herself against the boulder and covers her eyes with her arms. The sound of a cannon burst is followed by an explosion of light that turns nighttime to day. The device is made with solabernite, giving it the unique property of fluorescing even after the initial disorienting burst, so that when, a second later, Sacks leaps from her position behind the boulder, she sees the true horror of Cassandra’s work illuminated before her eyes. She can only guess at the dangerous ideas of the sacred that must have led Cassandra to shape this flesh golem as an angel. To pose the perverse as holy. “What delicious irony,” cackles her arm, winking a black wart from atop her ring finger. She is surprised to see the wretched limb bared. When did she remove her glove? The black, necrotic looking flesh of her arm is quilted by scars, scabs, and stitched together with sickly yellow constellations of pustules which wind the arm like smallpox. The required ablutions would need to be addressed in full later. She follows up the opening provided by the flashbang by launching three vials of ionized aquantanium, courtesy of Gaian Academy’s alchemy department, at the angel, hoping that it shares the same weakness to ice magic as the flying construct. She lands ten feet away from Cassandra. “My name is Olivia Sacks. By the powers vested in me by the Gaian Inquisition, I hereby place you under arrest for your crimes of wanton destruction, homicide, and” – here she adds a new charge –“perversion of life.”
  7. Witch

    The Moonwood Pursuit (Bounty) Chatter

    I wanted to finish by the 14th because I knew how crazy things would get for me later in the week, but it's actually not looking so bad. I'll have a post up tomorrow. We should be able to finish by the weekend 🙂
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      Reported for violation of Section III-a.24 of Valucre's Code of Conduct: Proper Bird-Emoji Defense users must show proper license before activating said system. You are in clear violation of this as your pumpkin permit expired four minutes ago, and I think I will need to suspend your birdos for further investigation....

    3. Witch


      Objection! Pursuant to Section IX-c.39, emoji permits may be licensed indefinitely by users whose names are consistent thematically. Thus, the "Jack O' Lantern" emoji never expired! Summary: the birbs stay with me.

    4. Artificer


      But that diversion gave me enough time to execute my final attack...

      *Laughs Maniacally*

      It's too late, blows off finger gun.


      Omae wa mou....



  9. Witch

    General chat thread

    Lilium is such a pretty song! edit: and haunting 😮 I still haven’t seen the actual show, though.
  10. Witch

    Dice Rolling Thread

    @Csl Moonwood Bounty 1 = Cassandra gets away, 2 = Cassandra gets captured
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    Brevity exercise OOC [a wrinkle]

    Yeah. I agree with the preface notion.
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    Brevity exercise OOC [a wrinkle]

    That’s good with me.
  13. Witch

    Brevity exercise OOC [a wrinkle]

    I'm actually cool if we want to wrap this up into a Part 1. Might be nearing a good wrap up point.
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    A wrinkle in mine [closed]

    “So, it wasn’t a reaction to the report. It was a preemptive strike.” Words of scripture come to her mind: “...and the innocent are worthy of the truth.” “Yes,” she admits, turning to the sullen scientist behind her. Yes, Ecks’ attempt to find a cure, to save the lives of countless innocents, had been needlessly dashed by a face-saving operation. Science would always come second to politics in her world -- it was simply his bad luck that he had gotten caught up in it. The truth was that the Church had grown disorganized in the short number of years since its founding; there were too many dissident factions with competing ideologies and interpretations. But, the defense that she was following orders from one of these splinter groups would neither offer him solace nor erase her own blame. She feels the muscle fibers of the horse trembling against her legs. The beast will not last much longer. She responds to the spirit of Harper’s question as she dismounts, shaking her head at the departing soldier: “I will do whatever must be done to ensure that the menace ends here.” She watches as he disappears into the thicket, leaving her with the scientist. Sacks wraps her arms around the head of the heavily breathing horse and, as its legs begin to give out, guides it gently to the ground. She kneels next to the dying beast and massages its sides tenderly. She looks up at Ecks. “I envy this one. It successfully lived out its purpose in Her service, while countless untold trials still await us.”
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    General chat thread

    I'm assuming the bomb-diggity sandwiches. I used to think it was so cool that you ordered on a touch screen.