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  1. Hey everyone, long time no see. Sorry I vanished; I didn't intend to go AFV, it just kind of turned out that way. If anyone was worried, I apologize! I just have to take a couple steps back for a while. Real life is rolling on over me. enrolling in college, trying to find a new apartment, trying to find a new part-time job that I can work while I'm in college I've gained a girlfriend I've broken up with a girlfriend (of course the same one! What do you take me for? You jerks!), successfully wrote 50k words on a novel for NaNoWriMo (and it's still only half finished, so I'm doing it again in December too), went halfway across the country for Thanksgiving to see the grandparents I haven't had a chance to visit in literally 20 years and more that I'm just not remembering at 5am. So yeah, it's been hectic, and a lot of things have fallen by the wayside as I've tried to keep up. I fully intend to be back; this place has been my internet home for years and years at this point, I couldn't abandon it even if I wanted to. I just don't know exactly when everything's going to settle down for me and give me the space I need to get back into RP. Wishing everyone the best, and I'll see you again soon!
  2. Let's see if I can't dodge this pounce! (I've got a total of +5 worth of buffs, usable in either a +3 [Leo's], a +2 [Assyrin's] or all together; I will be using the minimum amount necessary to get above @HollowCipher's roll) d20 me! Edit: Oh are you fucking kidding me?? SERIOUSLY?
  3. @sorainvoked loved that post! But one quick note: Leo doesn't have a gun, just a warhammer. Also, he's 3 feet tall. 😄
  4. The gate opened, and Leo watched stoically as the hellhounds rushed towards the group. The smallest one towered above him; it's slavering jaws could swallow his whole head in a single bite. Even still, the halfling remained in place; he spread his feet and hefted his hammer, waiting for the crucial moment. The moment... of.... commitment! As soon as the beast committed to its lunge, Leo dropped and rolled underneath it, using his small size to his advantage and coming in under its guard. He had slightly mis-timed, however; the hot breath and searing pain of teeth on his shoulder brought forth a grimace, but he held to his course. He came up behind the beast with his hammer in one hand, and the creature's leg in the other. With a quick flex of muscle, his grip tightened on the hellhound's ankle, eliciting both a crack of delicate bone and a yelp of pain and anger. Before it could turn on him, Leo swung his hammer one-handed, landing two solid blows to the big dog's ribs. "May your soul find mercy with Gaia!" he thundered as he dropped the hellhound's leg and stepped back again into a defensive position. "For you shall find none from me!"
  5. I'll have a post up tonight. I've got it this time, promise!
  6. I tried, but damn it, I'm just broke. I'm so emotionally screwed-up that I caught myself on Reddit arguing about climate change (talk about Quixotic pursuits). 

    So for anyone who cares, a rundown: I got my heart horribly, terribly unquestionably shredded. Best part --  it was completely by accident and at least 80% my own fault.

    It's a master class in the difference between "existence" and "validity": The pain exists, but I was the one who said "Hold my beer." Everyone around me is expressing concern and skepticism, and I'm all "No, really guys, I can totally get to the window from this branch! See, it'll hold me, no problem! Look, I'm almost there, I can kind of touch the windowsill!"

    Then Mothman flew in and bodyslammed my ass straight out of the tree. Let's be honest, we all saw that ending coming. 

    So yes, I'm in a lot of pain, but no, it's not exactly "valid" to whine too much about it. Good news is, I feel a bit better today, so maybe I'll be back to writing a little later this week. Thanks for bearing with me. 

    1. Mickey Flash

      Mickey Flash

      Sorry you're in pain, but glad you feel a little better today.  I hope things continue to get better.  

  7. I know a bunch of people are waiting on me for stuff, and I'm sorry. I've hit a super deep, super shitty depression that just isn't going away this time (usually, these last like a week, tops, and this one has been going on for at least a month). I'm planning to take a deep breath, grit my teeth, and get caught up this weekend, and I appreciate ya'll's patience with me. @HollowCipher, @supernal, +others

    1. supernal

      supernal

      I just want to make sure you’re having fun when you do this stuff. If you aren’t even if it’s just for the time being no one (who is sane) is going to fault you for it. I personally super appreciate your moxie but don’t want you gritting your teeth so hard they crack, not for my part! 

      I hope it smooths out for you sooner than later 

    2. Veloci-Rapture

      Veloci-Rapture

      Naw, see, this is exactly what I need to be doing to help wrench out of this. Writing and social interaction with friends is the best medicine (that won't show up on a piss test), but I have to force myself to get off my ass and do it. It's easier if (A) I don't feel like I'm letting everyone down and thus sparking anxiety on top of it and (B) if I set a date and commit to a goal. 

      I'll be gritting my teeth at first, but by the time I'm done with my posts I'll feel a million times better. 

  8. Awesome! Thanks! @supernal give me a couple of days to chew on this character concept, and I'll post a write-up in the usual spot.
  9. Ok, so, after reading all of that, and the founder's page on the different orders, and then scouring their history for information on that weird dark-elf thing at the end of the canon thread, I have a rockin idea. So, near the end, Vivine implied that the horrific child-spiders were her "sister's retainers". That means there's another one of her kind somewhere. So what if she comes looking, but Vivine took off (would have to ask @Jotnotes if Kian would have stayed in the city or not, but if he didn't, then we can just say Vivine went with him, and if he did, well, we'll burn that bridge when we cross it), so nuts on that part, but BUT! These critters are sly and manipulative and power-hungry emotional vampires (according to the User Lore page), so maybe she hangs around to try and worm her way into the power structure. THAT is a character I can play confidently. Minus the "no lies" part, I'd have to get a little better are verbal slipperiness to make that work, but it'd be a fun exercise! That would put me at odds with anyone else moving in, and has a lot of potential for conflict, drama, and change!
  10. That makes perfect sense. In fact, that's even better. I'll start reading the canon thread and if (or, let's be honest, when) it sparks any more concrete ideas, I'll hit you up with a couple. I'm excited!
  11. Your spitballs are always curves and sliders, but they still stick to the ceiling just fine, so absolutely! Are you looking for someone to take over the current leaders and keep the place marching forward, or are you looking for someone to come in, stage a coup, and shake the whole place up? I could see this going either way.
  12. Dude, this is... pretty badass. I'd love to have a piece of this, but damned if I can think of a way to change it up. I'd just, like, put try to put together a group of knights that would be the first official multi-disciplinary unit and have them get into all kinds of high stakes reality-show shenanigans. I'd have to carefully read the canon thread first to get the feeling down, but right now this kind of calls to me.
  13. Can I change my screenname to Veloci');DROP TABLE Members;-- ?
  14. If someone's giving out sanity, Leo could use a little bit of topping off.
  15. Horror and blood and chaos had melted around Leo like a painting splashed with turpentine, only to be reformed by a new artist; less deranged, perhaps, but no less sadistic. The arena rose up around him, towering over the three-foot halfling like the sky-scraping buildings in Ignatz, and the roar of the crowd seated therein threatened to deafen him. Over that din rose the voice of a single person, a voice filled with such jarring dichotomy that Leo shivered. Leo hefted his warhammer up onto his shoulder and looked at others trapped in the arena with him. He recognized Ed, and a couple of others, but the rest hadn't been present in the hellscape he'd just left behind. That place had been a hot, horrifying maze, but it at least held the promise of escape. There was no such comfort, false or otherwise, here. "This kid wants a show? Well Leo Manville will give him the best show he's ever SEEN!" The halfling took a deep breath, and thrust his warhammer into the sky like a tiny conqueror celebrating an inevitable victory, his voice rising above the cacophony: "GAIA'S STRENGTH WILL PREVAIL!" His corded muscles flexed and his skin seemed to shine briefly with a golden light. Leo held the pose for five, six, seven seconds, letting the crowd and his compatriots see what true manly confidence looked like. Then he exhaled, bringing his hammer back down across his body in a two-handed, wide-legged defensive stance. "BRING IT ON!"
  16. In spite of the fact that I seem to have picked two C tier special skills (which is entirely predictable; my whole arena team in Fire Emblem Heroes turned out to be D Tier), I'm keeping them. Next realm might be different. Passive Defense and Mass Heal might come in handy.
  17. Oh, this one is FANTASTIC. The magic on the ring is "See Invisible Shit", but it's one of those rings that has a little poison compartment in it, and when you put it on it pricks you and injects you with a milder version of LSD! It takes a good while to kick in, and only produces minor hallucinations, but lasts a SUPER long time!
  18. Need a hand guys. I need some ideas for trapped items to give to unwitting players in my next thread idea. Here are the criteria I'm working with: Has to be an item that an adventurer might conceivably want to use in the course of their adventures. A demonically-possessed set of silverware will probably just be sold at the nearest pawn shop without a second thought. The story will include a wizard who can cast both detect magic and identify pretty much whenever he wants, so in order to be effective, the trap has to either be mechanical (no magic involved) or magical in such a way as that it sounds like it's beneficial when identified. Preferably not a "haha fuck you you're dead" trap; it either needs to be non-lethal or else have some warning involved before it goes off. Preferably only triggered if the party does something dumb; I'd love some ideas that are "OOC Intelligence checks". Here are a couple of examples to help you understand what I'm looking for (courtesy of my probably-flawed recollection of the old Grimtooth's Traps book series): Basilisk-Hide Boots: These boots are made from pure basilisk hide, and have extremely comfy, foot-form-fitting insoles. They are 100% immune to any type of acid or corrosive. Unfortunately, those heavenly insoles are filled with gelled basilisk blood; as soon as a character wearing the boots starts running, or jumping, or doing anything tougher on the feet than just walking, the cheap insole lining bursts, leaving their feet bathed in powerful acid that will never actually eat through the 100% acid-proof boots themselves. Shield of Alarm: This shield must be found on the body of an important critter; a goblin chieftain or a troll shaman or something. It's obviously enchanted; the user of the shield can say a command word and the shield will alert the wearer to the presence of foes within 100'. The downside is, the shield was made by goblins (or trolls, or ogres, or whatever); it will ALWAYS detect the players as "foes". Every time the command word is spoken, the shield shouts "ENEMIES NEAR! DANGER CLOSE! ALARM! ALARM!", since the "foes" are now carrying it. Or, conversely, it doesn't take a command word and will always detect "hidden foes", so when the player tries to sneak up on the type of monster that created it, the shield shouts the above and gives them away. Ring of Danger Sense: This ring identifies as a ring that allows you to sense danger when you activate it. It does exactly that. It doesn't tell you what the danger is exactly, but it will tell you if there's danger within about 60' and give a general direction. The problem is that the ring is very very finely tuned by a very wimpy wizard; every sharp corner, every rope laying on the floor, every unsecured ladder is "danger". Basically, every single OSHA violation in a 60' radius will be revealed as a "danger", via a general sense of massive psychic unease pointing vaguely "west" or "north" or "all around". Sadly, I need a lot more than those. Any ideas will be very much appreciated, since I seem to be drawing a blank.
  19. I'll leave that up to you; what, if anything, was recorded and to what, if any, extent. I'll leave that to your interpretation too. ?
  20. All finished! It took me longer than I thought because all the different possible endings I'd already planned for were shot straight in the ass by the players (as is tradition). I tried not to god-mode too strongly, but if anyone has a problem with how that turned out, let me know and we'll fix it. I'm that DM that really really doesn't like hurting anyone, so I feel super guilty rn.
  21. Negotiations were concluded and agreements were ostensibly reached. Everything was in place. The plan was set. The inscrutable harpies had rearranged themselves; two harpies clutched each anchor rope and two more flanked the path on solid ground. They silently watched the six people pick their way carefully across the bridge. Once the soldiers reached the last shaky plank of wood, the thick oak door swung open of its own accord, revealing a faded image of the Furthest Point Camp -- so blurry and indistinct that onlookers would be tempted to blink rapidly and rub their eyes as if their vision had suddenly begun to fail them. As the group stepped onto the rocky plateau, Kiernan spoke. "Those who are to be mates, stand to the left," she pointed with a wing to a small level spot, "and those who wish to leave our blessed lands, do so; return to your cursed barren hell and never return." The subtle, involuntary flick of the eyes -- from the intended slaves, to their appointed spot, and from the intended escapees, to the door -- was all the harpies needed to divine who was who. There was a flurry of feathers and a cacophony of catcalls as the flock descended upon the tributes like a winged tornado while at the same time a dry, forceful wind sucked the rest of the soldiers inexorably towards the door. Reality began to bend in different directions for different people. Those still on the other side of the bridge were struck with vertigo, their minds filled with a roar that could only have come from the jungle below. It was literally hungry, and literally demanded to be fed. The ground shook, rocks fell, trees waved, and the whole world seemed to turn upside down on itself. Those nearest the door felt the world turn upside down too, but in a different way -- a way that sparked relief and hope rather than fear as their bravery and their sacrifices were rewarded with freedom. Elation rippled through their bodies and any urge they may have once had to fight that sucking wind withered on the vine. Those in between experienced the vertigo and the hunger of the jungle but distantly, and they also felt the joy of the survivors, but as a forlorn sense of abandonment with the bitter edge of betrayal. Had Fidelitas ever intended to hold the door for them? Had his plan the whole time been to leave everyone behind at the mercy of these beasts? But those concerns, as biting and frigid as they were, were secondary; foremost in their mind was neither the famished jungle nor the cheerful abdication of their peers, but the all-consuming lust of their captors bearing down on them like a tidal wave. Raptor claws and human teeth, skin and plumage, screeches and laughter surrounded them, inspiring a horror so deep that those afflicted would never be able to fully describe it to another living being, even in the moments immediately following their screaming awakening from the nightmares that would follow them the rest of their lives. And it was then that they all awoke. Each woke with a sound on their lips; either a joyful shriek of triumph, a horrified wail of helpless loneliness, or the guttural scream that gravity rips from the lungs at the apex of a long fall. It would take them a second or two to regain control of their mouths and stifle the noises that escaped therefrom, and when they did, they would see that they had never left their campsite. No wounds marked their bodies; only their minds.
  22. Ok guys! Things should be calming down IRL for me; I've got a nice stable job with a nice schedule and I've postponed some life-changing choices until New Year's so I can have some cash saved up first. My panic is slowly ebbing away and I will be ready to finish off this thread with a bang probably on Sunday afternoon. I know @jaistlyn said ya'll's deadline was today, but if there are any people who want one last bit of input, I'm giving you an extra day for it (because I'm DMing a D&D campaign all day Saturday).
  23. Yup! Just waiting on people to enact their final plan! One way or another, the next round will be the end!
  24. With a grunt and sheer force of will, Leo dragged himself out of the nightmare visions caused by the banshee screams. He took in the situation; everyone was in a grim place, but none so grim as the one facing the Norkortian SQUAAAD. They were the only people capable of securing the path away from the horrible buzzsaw monster, yet they were surrounded by disgusting flaming corpses. A quick calculation ran through his mind as he determined how he could best aid his compatriots in their survival. The answer, of course, was to take his shirt off. Nothing else really occurred to him. "Friends!" he called out to the Norkortians, "Let the beauty of Gaia inspire you!" He struck a pose, intending to let his rippling muscles escape the bounds of his vest and bring hopefulness to the embattled soldiers. Sadly, his muscles had cooled off during his lengthy period of inaction, and he hadn't properly stretched again. What is this, you ask? Stretching? Does the mighty lion of the savanna take time to do stretches before it chases and pounces upon the tasty gazelle? Of course not. That's why the incidence of back and groin sprains in lions is so high. A hot, tearing sensation laced its way across Leo's shoulder. "OW! FUCK! Seriously??" he groaned. Alas, he didn't have time to dig out his ice pack. The SQUAAD was doomed if he couldn't pull through. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he tried again. He flexed like his life depended on it -- ignoring the searing agony in his deltoid -- and his vest shredded under the pressure of his expanding muscles. He posed, his face a stoic mask in spite of his injury, and he could see the light in the Squaaad's eyes as they beheld such an awe-inspiring spectacle and lifted their weapons with renewed vigor. They'd be fine.
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