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Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

Posted, a bit shorter than I would like, but this cold demands I nap again. :D

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

Changer of Forms

Changer of Forms drank slowly, tasting the pain that flowed from the gasping figure lying on the makeshift bed. The fear that rose in great bellows. She felt restored. She felt renewed. She felt stronger.

However, she was not Changer of Forms. She was another. She wore a different form. She had a different name.

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She was Teresa. Doctor of the dusts. Kindhearted idealist. She had been summoned. She had been found by the poor woman’s friends. Sarah was dying. Teresa knew. Not now. Not for some time. But it was unavoidable. Infection had already set in. The wound was festering, her blood boiling. The bullet had not passed cleanly through her shoulder. Another pointless squabble. Another wasted life.

Or it would have been. Had Changer of Forms not been able to feed. It was a small consolation to the Wild. Sarah’s life would not be wasted in full.

Teresa would help. She had pills. Helpful pills. Antibiotics. Rare enough in the world of the Dust. Driven by an impulse. Guided by Changer of Forms. There would be a future. Hopefully an interesting one.

"Give here these, twice a day, until they run out," Teresa said, holding out the small bottle of pills to the suffering woman’s friends.

"Please, we don’t have much, but take this," one of her concerned companions said, perhaps a brother if the similarity was anything to go by.

Teresa refused at first, knowing the expected pattern, eventually she accepted stashing the packet of coffee in her traveling pack. It would allow her to replenish some of the supplies she had spent.

She heard the sounds of shouting. Distant, but not distant enough.

"Teresa, there’s trouble," one of the settlers said. "Vin and his boys were spotted in the area. Something fell from the sky. You should go. There'll be trouble."

"Of course," Teresa said, offering a smile and kindly words to her patient, as she left the crumbling shack.

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Straightening to her full height, Changer of Forms smiled beneath her mask. The noise that reached was promising. It was interesting. And she had a mind to see what was happening. Let the poor doctor find herself in danger. Changer of Forms was curious.

She would find more pain before the horizon.

Shadows of the Forgotten Realm

Cora

Character Name: Cora Bennett

Race: Human

Class: Scholar

Class Description:

A noted scholar, Cora is a purveyor of rare books, and a member in good standing with the Artisans’ Union. Traveling across Eldoria, she offers her wares to discerning customers and her services as a scribe to those in need of quality writing.

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Place of Birth:

Mythralis

Appearance:

A Portrait of a Young Scholar

A scholar wearing the garb of an adventurer, Cora is a young woman shrouded in carefully woven veils of paradox. Her clothes are practical. Thick boots. A knee length wool skirt. A sturdy belt. A comfortable shirt. A protective jacket. And an ample traveling cloak with a hood. However, her bearing is if not regal, decidedly aristocratic. Her voice is softly measured and full of learned words. Her amber eyes shine bright with curiosity, never wavering, no matter the horrors that pass in front of them. There is a hidden strength to Cora that many do not notice. Past fine clothes and manners, she is no stranger to dust and grime, finding herself happiest skulking through the darkness of some dusty library or long lost tomb. Her skin is fair, but touched by the occasional scar, reminders of a life spent far from the safety of the great estates of Mythralis. Her brown hair is long, reaching just past her shoulder blades. Offering a lone concession to her own vanity, Cora keeps her hair pinned into an elaborate knot at the nape of her neck with an ornate set of silver hairpins.

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

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Thank you!

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I am waiting on IC posts from @illirica and @Abstract Proxy still, how are things looking for both of you?

@Little Bird You're more than welcome, sorry to hear things have been tough. You're welcome to write out your updated CS and work on an IC post, I'll puppet D a little more as we wait.

@Estylwen

Will actually drop a post this weekend, lol.

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

Congrats, Beigeiros, Mariel and Aaliyah, you have acquired...

... goblin.

@XxFellsingxX

Mom/Dad GM, can we keep her?

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

Mariel

"Yes, let us make haste," Mariel said, relaxing somewhat, but eyeing the goblin warily. She considered it likely that the diminutive creature would be distracted by the frozen treat that had been charitably relinquished to her.

"Tir na Og beckons. It can't be gone. It's there. Somewhere. It must be. We have to find it," Mariel half-whispered, turning to hide the unwelcome tears that threatened her eyes. To show pain was suggested weakness. To be weak was to invite predation. The wilds had taught her that. The uncountable wilds scattered across the planes.

Hiding her sorrow in anger, Mariel nodded, and moved to stand next to Aaliyah as if to suggest it was high time to open the portal and for the gathered party to move onwards. There were too many eyes in the market. There were too many schemers in Sigil. They had attracted enough attention.

Mechwarrior: Disposable Heroes

Well, we do have that spare Catapult.

@AndyC

Did someone say more LRMS for Ziska to bring down on the heads of baddies???

Mechwarrior: Disposable Heroes

Ziska

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"Maybe we can arrange to have some additional surprises for the Crimson King? If he or his cronies actually show up to meet you, Colonel," Ziska said, the smile having long since left her face.

"If…," Ziska, souring even more at the uncertainty in her proposition, "If the FPA shows up to the dance to play with their delightful instruments, then I will of course be more than happy to offer some direction for their destruction."

"Either way, I'll keep Giggles busy. She's an excellent dance partner and I wouldn't want the NPRDE to have to fight outside the shade."

She hated the idea of a frontal assault. She hated attacking prepared defensive positions. It hadn’t worked on Terra with glorified rifles…and it didn’t work with BattleMechs unless casualties were acceptable to the commanding officer. However, a distraction made sense. Causing trouble for the defending forces of the NRPDE would be necessary. If they were lucky, the soldiers would be lazy. Lulled to sleep by their turrets, mines, and imposing walls. It was too many ifs, far too many ifs for Ziska to be close to happy. But war was war, you had to dare to win.

Ziska turned to flash Reya a smile and a wink that for a moment seemed to return her usual mirth, before turning back to Wayne, "Colonel, I feel obliged to remind you, there are no bonuses for heroics as a MechWarrior. I don’t recommend that you spend any more time than you have to with the Crimson King. An honorable man like you shouldn’t waste his energies on trash like that."

"But…you will present an excellent distraction," Ziska said, laughing with no cruelty in her voice. It was a mad plan. But Colonel Wayne was a mad man. He still believed in honor. He still believed in doing what was right. Ziska found it endearing, somehow, although she shared few of his beliefs about the honor of warfare and MechWarriors. She hoped he'd make it. But she had her own concerns. Tagging targets for the Green Knights would keep her busy enough.

Ziska didn't believe in fate. She didn't care about destiny. She had no need for justice. Colonel Wayne's fate was in his own hands. He had made his choice. They all had. Every step and every minute. It had been fun, she thought. She didn't want to run. She didn't want to die. Not yet. However, what was a MechWarrior? If not a weapon? If not a sword to be used until the edge was chipped and shattered?

No matter what, the Crimson Knights would pay. They would pay in blood and steel. They could kill Colonel Wayne. They could defeat the Green Knights. They could even kill Ziska. But she'd make them pay to do it. Ziska knew what she wanted. Another meeting with the Firewitch. The fry-faced bitch had it coming. And Ziska was going to do whatever she could to make sure that the masked murderer burned once again.

Mechwarrior: Disposable Heroes

Now get her a BattleMech so the GK's can have another set of weapons blasting!

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

Managed to get both sick and swamped at work, but catching up on the thread now!

Enjoy your vacation GM! @Estylwen