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Thanks, I spent a solid chunk of time on this one. Yours is a cool concept too, a sort of hometown hunter-of-monsters, though here's hoping a lot of his work is preventative. Wards and rituals and magic are always a fun addition to rope people into!
Adam Gilford


<<Copy, Starstrike. Update tripped a lot of security measures. I read you, and we’re all fine. We’re supposed to return to hangar ASAP.>>

<<We read you, Starstrike.>>

Adam heaved a sigh in relief, hearing his allies' relatively relaxed tones meant things went as well as they could. He and the Starstrike had been out of their element trying to fight the two huge alien machines, and he was glad the others had got through the conflict without any major damage, even if he hadn't been able to help much. "Guess I'd better start requesting some heavier rounds in the spare magazine I guess." He thought to himself out loud as the Starstrike plodded along, the rocking and shaking demanding effort to resist being jostled about.

<<We're heading out soon-- rally on us. ... Watch for the signal flares.>>

The Starstrike's optics dutifully watched the horizon, marking the flares as they rose above the endless sandy hills to the right. With a quick course-correction, the Starstrike ended up close enough to the Ajax by the time Castle initiated a trans-atmospheric launch that he was able to maintain optical lock during his own takeoff. There was an issue for Adam, however.

As the cockpit shook and rattled, Adam gasped and strained as the hard, barely restrained acceleration of his Orbital dragged him into the back of his seat. His arms burned with effort as he struggled to keep his hands on the controls. I never did like launch training. he thought to himself as he quickly gained elevation. Once they were close enough he'd let up on the throttle, but for now he needed as much slack as he could get, lest he risk being sensor-blind in the vacuum of space.
Finally done with the CS! Let me know if I need to revise anything, or if I missed any errors.

So is the Discord open to anyone, or just people with approved characters?

Got a few character concepts rattling around, just want some input on which will fit better.
Faust

Tower: Sanctum Landing


Faust stepped slowly out of the elevator, and immediately turned to a pair of diminutive green hominids, one glancing briefly at him, and then away in fright. Behind them, a pair of neglected braziers lit their surroundings with weak light, their dim red flames reflected by the polished sheen of his faceless head. The other Goblin's silhouette shifted as he crossed his arms, a pair of holsters hanging obviously from his hips.

"So yer what, another humie?" The goblin spit on the floor in a show of disrespect. His mind snapped to razor focus as the figure spoke. So they know what humans are, and there are others... But they don't know what I am. "Got enough o' them fleshbags for one day." His came to an abrupt stop akin to a train crash. If he had blood, it would have run cold. But he didn't, and his mind returned to focus, peeling apart what the Goblin had just said. The other one, still cowering, muttered something unintelligible in an unmistakably conspiratorial tone.

"No. Not human. Not even close." He forced himself to respond. His 'new' voice was deep with a strange hollow reverberation, inhuman and borderline monstrous. The sting of yet another thing lost only made him angrier. So, he's "got enough" for one day, as if it were like fishing. Of little consequence to himself. Callous to people torn from their lives. His fury built until it could barely be restrained, the feeling tension overwhelming any other sensation. He turned his gaze to his surroundings. There were many more goblins, scattered across the myriad levels and railings, all watching the goings-on. Beyond them, coffins lined the softly glowing walls. Realization hit as his gaze slowly drifted up and down the tower, with each floor having the same coffins lining the walls. It stretched on infinitely.

He slowly turned his head back to the Goblins, fists clenched. "I didn't climb out of a coffin, if that's what you're wondering." he clarified, his voice level, tone frigid. "I came from the very bottom... Tell me, are you the one in charge of..." He swept an arm in a gesture towards the whole of the Tower. "...all of this?" His last words came out in a hiss, his attention never leaving Gungun. He felt like his nerves were on fire, and the metal charms hanging around his waist began to rattle noisily. Are these Goblins the ones responsible for all of this?
@Conejitoooo Oof, you were down for a while then. Hope you're feeling better.

@Thinslayer I know that feeling when work gets in the way. Don't feel pressured to do it all at once man.
The out of breath sensation was only getting worse, and he had a pins-and-needles sensation everywhere. His head was swimming, and thinking was becoming difficult. He could see his wife's expression of panic and concern, sprinting to the house phone. He didn't have the energy to keep his head up, and let it hang. His eyes fell on the little bundle in his arms, his son sleeping quietly for the first time in hours. His thoughts became more disjointed and he closed his eyes, tired. All he could feel now was his heart hammering in his chest. The sensation slowly faded into nothing.

Faust

Tower Depths: Sealed Portal


He awoke in the dim light cast from the walls, snapping to sober awareness in a singular moment. Clarity freed his thoughts, and the realization hit him like a truck. He was dead. He had died holding his son as his wife tried to call for help. It was too sudden, and there was so much he wanted to do. So much he wanted to see. He wanted to see his son grow up, wanted to grow old with his wife. But he would be forever denied that now. He broke down at that, an anguished, horrified scream echoing through the tower as his knees collided with the featureless stone floor of the tower. his arms hung limp, useless as he wailed, head turned upwards towards the countless stories of the tower above.

He had no idea how long he had been there, having gone silent. Misery had given way to the muddled sense of despair, and part of him, deep down, wanted to stay there and just wait for death. Eventually he turned away from the lights above and let his head hang, staring at his own legs and the stone floor beneath him. Absentmindedly he inspected the strange clothing. He'd never seen anything like it, a strange mismatch of colors and materials. Bitter, he reached for the bizarre strings of talismans around his waist, but stopped short. Even his hands were covered by a pair of gloves. Bitterness gave way to unfocused anger. The gloves marked his loss, and he wanted to do away with them, so he did. finding the motivation to move, he reached forward and pulled at the offending garb. Irritation became confusion as he stared at the metal, not flesh, of his hand.

He had too many questions, and he felt like he was in a fever-dream. He had to get out. pushing himself off the floor, he looked his location over, the flat, almost-featureless floor extending out an absurd distance to the sides, and forward. He stood on a small rise in the floor at the end of a minuscule depression running to the opposite end of the room where a structure ran upwards along the many floors and out of view. Too far to see easily, he plodded forwards to investigate, his stride feeling oddly long, but natural. taking longer than he'd expected, he came to a stop at the other side of the room and glanced over what looked like the tracks of an industrial elevator recessed into an alcove in the wall, a glowing panel to the side. Without a second thought, he pressed his gloved hand against it, and it flashed. He waited.

Far above, a cacophony of sound filled the very top of the tower as old machinery spun to life, still as ready as the day it was made. The elevator that had been waiting near the top descended faster and faster, massive pulleys accelerated, the spokes within the enormous metal wheels becoming a blur. The goblins left to guard the Witch's new conquest began to panic as the Tower's machines seemingly began acting of their own accord. They scrambled to find someone smart enough to know what to do in the absence of their Goddess.

Minutes passed and nothing had happened. He pressed his hand to the panel again, but it didn't respond as before. His patience endured as he stood in the dim light and silence for something, anything to change. Minutes ticked by, and just as he was about to give up, he heard the hum of tracked wheels from above. Before he realized what was happening, the elevator had arrived, rapidly slowing from a breakneck pace before stopping and opening it's plain metal doors. Stepping in, the only features he observed were a handrail ringing the interior, and a dial filled with countless gears as some sort of interface. looking over it, there were scribbles on the wall marking a button as "return". He depressed the mechanical trigger and the doors quickly shut before the elevator began shooting upwards, causing him to grab the handrail as the constant acceleration caused him to struggle to remain upright.

This is insane, how long has this thing been accelerating?! The howl of the wind was deafening, and the elevator was still accelerating, everything outside the cabin a blur of color and movement. His grip tightened on the handrail, fighting to remain standing as gravity and acceleration attempted to drag him to the floor. After nearly ten minutes of struggle, the acceleration reversed, and he felt weightless, feet held to the ground only by the force of his grip on the railing. It was too noisy and terrifying to think about anything beyond just trying to survive an elevator ride out of hell. Fears of the elevator failing in a myriad of spectacular ways filled his mind. Ironically, he still feared death.

In the last minute of his ascent, the wind noise fell away, and the blur that was the floors of the tower came back into view. The elevator slowed to a stop at a floor with a few unique features. A bridge extended out over the void, and doors set into the exterior wall of the tower... Something else drew his attention away from the room itself. Are those Goblins? A trio of short green humanoids were scrambling out of a nearby door, one with decidedly fancier garb pointing at the elevator and yelling something he couldn't quite make out. He strode out of the elevator, and circled the walkway directly towards the Goblins.
@TheFox@Dark Cloud

My bad. I knew it was the Demon-child, Just mixed up Dexter and David.

@Zerofighter

More specifically on current locations and activity:

Jared, Yakeru and MacKensie are hanging around the refugee camp, Jared's being inspiring to the soldiers who were demoralized by their defeat. Yakeru is sorta feeling bad about himself still.

Robert is currently teaching David how to play chess. David probably hears boss-music.

Chatak is talking with a high-ranking Witch-Army Gob to negotiate sending expert craftsmen to teach Claybitah about metalworking and making things.

A trippy window-into-history flashback side-arc with Parshath and his chosen wielder-champion Afki. They're in a dungeon that should have monsters, doesn't have monsters, and just discovered one of their party members went missing. Now Afki and her two adventurer buddies have spotted a Voidling. Halim seems kinda scared.

Lex, newly Reincarnated.. Reincarnation... kindled a spirit-pact with a fire-sprite named Enya who the Witch told would find "the one" after he resurrected. Now Lex is tagging along with The Witch and checking out her pad- and why the fuck does she have Halim-turned-voidspawn in a cage in her secret base? What is she trying to do, drum up tension in a flashback?

Oh, and a charismatic Fey by the name of Elthrael just arrived on a hillside via lightning-portal a short ways off from the refugee camp being poetic and magical, as Fey do.
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