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    Valucre Wars

    Honestly, there are a hecking lot of wars on Valucre. It’s just that they mostly tend to be small-scale conflicts restricted to a single region with a few skirmishes at most, because keeping players committed to a prolonged and complex campaign of battles is hard. The downfall of Tia, the invasion of Last Change, and the dispute between Predator’s Keep and the Dasua Barony have already been brought up, but here are a few more I’ve been involved in: - The last stand of Biazo’s undead. When the Terrenus military came in to clean up the ruins of Biazo, Schrei and a bunch of other vampires got mad and started setting their stuff on fire and trying to fight them off. The resistance was short-lived, but it was fun while it lasted. - Gang war in Lessertown when Kim Osa decided to take over the place. Basically she took advantage of another character’s attempt to invade Cosanastre proper, framed the Don in charge of Lessertown for the whole thing to set off a conflict, and then took him out in the ensuing chaos. - Patia’s ill-fated invasion of Weland, which was scuttled by OOC drama before it really got started. They also tried to take over the land bridge to Biazo, which went similarly poorly. - Beast once helped defend a city in Genesaris when it was besieged by an army of shadowy creatures from who-knows-where, though I believe that thread was left unfinished. - And last but not least, the Spires event in Terrenus. Though hardly a conventional war, it involved an incursion on multiple fronts by a foreign power that resulted in plenty of large-scale violence, so I’d say it counts.
  2. I prefer roleplaying, honestly. DMing is hard. I can have fun doing both, since I like writing in general and any activity that involves that tends to get me fired up to some extent. That said, I feel like there's a lot less pressure in simply roleplaying a single character. They're one person, so it's easy to take into account all their motivations and personality quirks and decide on what they're most likely to do next. When DMing, on the other hand, I find myself overwhelmed by the sheer quantity of factors one has to take into account. Not only do I have to juggle multiple characters, I also have to take into account setting, the culture associated with said setting and how that influences the characters, the goal and pacing of the story and conducting it in such a way that events don't stagnate and leave the players with little to do, how to handle things when players do something absolutely stupid, how to make sure players keep posting when they're meant to post, etcetera, etcetera... Essentially, it's a lot more work. And while it is possible to cut corners and keep things at a manageable level, doing so usually leaves me unsatisfied with my own DMing. And there's also the fact that if I want to put in the effort to bring an entire setting and the characters inhabiting it to life, I may as well just write my own fiction and cut out the hassle of managing player shenanigans entirely. Better odds of finishing a story, that way.
  3. It's not even. He just reloads that fast.
  4. With the antidote in hand, Von Hensch had no further need to suffer the poison's strange effects... but something Ilene had said gave him pause. Green enough to pass for some kind of plant, am I? In a jungle environment like this one, such camouflage could make him practically invisible! Smiling slyly to himself, the Baron tucked the vial away into a pouch on his utility belt, to be drunk at his own convenience. For the time being, he would remain a fabulous shade of emerald, and take on whatever threats they might encounter with his newly discovered expertise in jungle warfare. As it happened, the first threat was soon to emerge, in the form of vile winged she-devils that swooped and squawed as they rushed towards the brave rearguard gathered on the plateau. But as they prepared to attack, their beady eyes would doubtless pass over the innocuous plant now growing amongst the Shadow Guard. Quite a strange plant it was, wearing clothes and a hat and pointing a flintlock pistol at them, that was obviously just some strange biological quirk, a wondrous result of this mysterious jungle's vast ecological diversity... BANG! BANG! Great Gaia, that wasn't a plant at all!
  5. Yep. Though I only really established her as an NPC with fairly basic characterization. So it's wonderful to see you taking her so far!
  6. As Cain walked out onto the beach, Schrei fell behind for a moment, hesitating at the threshold. Her gaze flicked down towards the pebbles stretching before her, and her poker face cracked for a moment, a slight hint of irritation slipping through. It vanished in a split second, however, and she leaped into the air, gliding smoothly over the manifold stones in an unnaturally long arc. When she finally touched down, her feet barely brushed against the rocks before she sprung up again, making no sound and leaving no trace of her passage. As it turned out, working for the Dead brought with it some useful perks, including equipment and abilities she'd never been able to acquire as an independent mercenary. The comm pad, currently attached to her lower back, was working fine. She could 'hear' Cain loud and clear, but the manner of their communication kept his voice from interfering with her auditory perception, making it an almost pleasant experience. As in Tia, her replies came in the form of mental images rather than sounds, written words on a variety of dark surfaces. Her mind was as silent as her body, her inner voice more akin to an inner bulletin of rapidly scrolling text. At it came alight with two words, an immediate rebuke to Cain's final comment. Not me. A sharp note swept over the carriage, a ping of ultrasound bouncing off its every corner. Echolocation, sweeping for any unexpected objects, persons or devices. She took the offered garment and practically disappeared inside it, her features swallowed by darkness. Still suspicious, but anonymous now, impossible to recognize at a glance. And as the mysterious cloaked figure swept into the carriage after Cain, the words continued. Tia was sloppy. Successful, yes, but I had to lose an arm just to get out alive, and now an emperor probably wants me dead. As if I didn't have enough old grudges on my tail. Her eyes were invisible beneath her hood, but it'd be easy enough to imagine the hard stare accompanying those words. So if you're giving me a choice, then we're doing this my way. Careful, and quiet. There was a gleam of light from within one drooping sleeve. Not a knife, this time, but something small and round and fragile. I can kill Kajal without leaving a trace, and let you take her as a puppet without anyone suspecting a thing. I could do it tomorrow, if you're willing to play along. Nobody need even know we were ever here. The gleaming object disappeared. Cause all the chaos you want, after that. But when this country goes to shit, I don't want anyone whispering my name.
  7. "A magic fog, you say?" Von Hensch's eyes narrowed. "Oh, I believe you. I don't know about any base, but I'll wager it was the same damned mist that overtook my men and I while we were ballooning off the southern coast!" He turned his head first one way and then the other, examining his surroundings in a new light. "I'd thought this was some unexplored island that I'd happened to fall upon... but it seems there's something stranger afoot." As soon as Ilene produced the green liquid, the Baron snatched it up and downed it in one gulp, tossing the empty vial back into her hands. "Now, I suppose you'll be wanting to get back to that base of yours, and I need to find my men. What say you we join forces, and find a way out of here together?" He extended his hand once more, and met her eyes with a dry smile. "Well? Am I green enough?" And indeed, his face was starting to take on a faint emerald hue! Whether or not this Baron was telling the whole truth, he definitely wasn't a Twistling.
  8. Can we choose our teams for the group events? (And if so, anyone wanna form a badass Swornblades trio?) I'd also be interested in entering a character in the Trueblade event, and/or playing one of the beasts in Wildblades.
  9. This really was proving to be a most unpleasant day for the Hensch Men. First they'd lost their master, then they'd gotten lost themselves, and now they were stranded with a bunch of untrustworthy strangers, running for their very lives from scorching tongues of flame. Surely, they thought to themselves as they raced to escape, this situation cannot possibly get any worse? About two seconds later, the situation got worse. No sooner had the fleeing puppets reached the doorway than a shuffling horror lunged forth, reaching out with gruesomely decayed limbs to embrace them all in fiery doom! “AAAAAAAH!” The troop skidded to a halt. “Turn around! Turn around!” Spinning on their heels, they dashed back the way they came… … only to find themselves face to face with a ripped, shotgun-wielding drow woman. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!” They immediately wheeled around again. “Other way! Other way!” The zombie lumbered to meet them with a horrifying roar, and was promptly knocked on its decomposing ass by the charging puppets, who’d decided they’d much rather take the creature head-on than risk pissing off Challara. “Take this, ruffian!” Three of the soldiers stomped and kicked at its torso, while their leader lifted up one of his comrades and used him as a club, smashing the monster repeatedly over the head until its struggles finally ceased. They kept on hitting it for few long seconds before one of them finally hesitated. “Wait, men! I think it’s dead.” The others stopped, looking up. “Are you sure?” “It looked kind of dead before, you know...” “Well, yes, but now it looks extra dead.” The leader nudged the zombie’s pulverized skull with one foot. “Don't let your guard down. Could be he’s just knocked out.” “But you smashed his face! Through his cranium! With Ferdinand’s head!” “Speaking of which, if you would kindly put me down now...” “Wait, what about the woman?” They all froze, their heads swiveling to stare at Challara. “Uh… nice to meet you, Ma’am.” “Don’t mind us!” “Or hurt us…” “Yes, please don’t hurt us.” @notmuch_23
  10. @zackrobbman Quick point I wanted to clarify: The Hensch Men used their Passive Defense special skill in the first round, which mitigates damage taken from the next attack taken. So that should block the damage from the burning zombie's attack? Or am I missing something here?
  11. “Twistlin?” The stranger frowned back at Charlie, scratching his beard. “Doesn't ring any bells, I’m afraid. Though I did know a Mr. Tristain, once. Lovely fellow, damned shame about that whole incident with the hydra…” He trailed off as over a dozen bows and one sword were pointed his way. Well then. Seemed he’d have to save the hydra story for another time… that is, if he could discover a means of escaping this mysterious jungle alive! “Sirs, Ma’am,” he began, doffing his hat and taking a bow, “Baron Augustus Von Hensch, at your service! I haven’t the foggiest idea what a Twistling may be, but if I needs must convince you of my good intentions, then so be it!” He strode forwards, extending one gloved hand before him. “Hand over your vile concoction, now. And please, someone explain to me… how in Odin’s name did you manage to get a damn elephant up here?” @EpicRome23@zackrobbman
  12. @P.N.See Good post, but I think you may be a little confused... If you look at Fierach's post on page 1, you'll see that Sheryl moved "Up 2" and "Left 2," heading towards the same exit as the toy soldiers. Whereas your post seems to indicate that they went in different directions?
  13. Ask and ye shall receive. This took me like 10 hours btw you're welcome.
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