Well I'll be damned. Sure has been a while, hasn't it? Hi Saber! Wanna know something funny? I was wondering lately where you'd disappear to (well, I have for a while), having suddenly remembered that character I was working on for the Dead Cairn, and how I actually never got to show you what became of her, and how I really felt like playing her recently. By that I mean roughly yesterday and the day before. And then you're back, as if summoned by an occultist's wishes. Shame things went the way they did; I feel partly responsible, as I could have done more than I did. What happened to the Cairn anyway?
Be that as it may, it's nice to see you again, and yes, I recognize some of you others too ;)
So, different RP this time. It's certainly different to what I would create if I were to make a sci-fi RP, but as it turns out, joining RPs that are atypical for me seems to work out well if handled by the right person. I've been wanting to create a new character for a while too, and was looking for something to join, so the timing really couldn't be better. With your last RP, you spurred me into creating something wonderful, so I trust you can do so again. I'll throw my hat in the ring, see what happens. Maybe I'll not write a background story of multiple pages this time and actually finish it.
A small concern, if I may: I hope these other, sentient species are more alien than just humans with a rubber forehead and blue skin. Please. ;P
That'll be all until new info surfaces. I'll be around.
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How delightful! Jillian thought sarcastically, as she was surprised that Gerald found himself agreeing with her, rather than refuting her opinion and explaining why she would have been completely wrong. It seemed that the two of them could at least sometimes agree, which would certainly help them in the future. Her emerald gaze sought to make eye contact with the necromancer but her attempt was fruitless, for he was caught up in thought and too preoccupied to share the moment with her, apparently searching for a word. What word? A very specific word. A designation for her, suitable to his point of view. The witch nary had time to consider his options before he settled for the term “companion”. Huh, a suitable word, she supposed, for that was what they were. She wondered why it took him so long to call her that, however. Friend would have been an option that no doubt crossed his mind, but it might have implied a closer bond than which they currently shared – a bond that he was very intent on keeping loose, for whichever reason. In spite of this, he chose to begin his phrase with “my”, rather than just calling her Veldaine or something impersonal. If he were given the chance, she imagined he might have wanted to change this and indeed omit the possessive article, but alas he did not have that chance. No, she imagined that the way it turned out was because of a whim or impulse, which in itself was a window into his actual thoughts and feelings as opposed to those he wanted her to think he had. Whether truth or wishful thinking, Jillian was convinced that Gerald actually desired a closer relationship with her, but forced himself to prevent this for reasons she had yet to uncover. The latter would only be a matter of time, she thought, discreetly staring at him from in between unkempt strands of scarlet hair.
Following the exiles’ thoughts, Crone and the elder dragon insisted on why this other dragon of theirs, dangerous as he may be, was to be their only hope. Jillian could not help but feel as if they were almost scolding the two of them for criticizing their plan, which in turn made her feel upset to an extent. Perhaps her reaction was a product of her naturally rebellious spirit, for she certainly was not used to being put in her place and having to accept someone else’s authority.
“I would say that, even if the Grand Master is not the source of the Withering, to claim that he and his minions are ignorant of this ploy and have no information on the matter is perhaps a little narrow-minded. We have clear proof that the Crusader’s Guild is working towards the same goal as we are, at least in this matter, which implies that they are aware and concerned, and who knows what the other cults are up to, right? What I’m trying to say is that, since we already promised to go after Kevalorn while he’s vulnerable, we should not entirely discard the possibility that he or his crooks could be of use to us. That said,” she added with a shrug, “he’s probably about as reliable a source as a man-eating dragon, so you people take your pick.”
After sharing her piece of mind, Jillian was not even sure why she chose to argue at all. She was not going to sway anyone not to visit Aliostar, and in truth it was unlikely to be any worse than having a chat with Kevalorn. Maybe she wanted to defend her position in spite of the odds. Maybe she wanted to assist Gerald in his reasoning. Maybe it was simply an expression of her not wanting to do any of the tasks set before her. Whichever it was, she lost interest in further discussing the matter, and would concede to whichever retort Crone or Renold were going to make. As she let her impression set in with the gathered people, she again focused her attention on the necromancer, her eyes analyzing his every movement with great care, almost like a scientist would observe an exotic creature. While Gerald may or may not have harbored a concealed interest in the witch, it was undeniable that she was enraptured by his secrets.
Following the exiles’ thoughts, Crone and the elder dragon insisted on why this other dragon of theirs, dangerous as he may be, was to be their only hope. Jillian could not help but feel as if they were almost scolding the two of them for criticizing their plan, which in turn made her feel upset to an extent. Perhaps her reaction was a product of her naturally rebellious spirit, for she certainly was not used to being put in her place and having to accept someone else’s authority.
“I would say that, even if the Grand Master is not the source of the Withering, to claim that he and his minions are ignorant of this ploy and have no information on the matter is perhaps a little narrow-minded. We have clear proof that the Crusader’s Guild is working towards the same goal as we are, at least in this matter, which implies that they are aware and concerned, and who knows what the other cults are up to, right? What I’m trying to say is that, since we already promised to go after Kevalorn while he’s vulnerable, we should not entirely discard the possibility that he or his crooks could be of use to us. That said,” she added with a shrug, “he’s probably about as reliable a source as a man-eating dragon, so you people take your pick.”
After sharing her piece of mind, Jillian was not even sure why she chose to argue at all. She was not going to sway anyone not to visit Aliostar, and in truth it was unlikely to be any worse than having a chat with Kevalorn. Maybe she wanted to defend her position in spite of the odds. Maybe she wanted to assist Gerald in his reasoning. Maybe it was simply an expression of her not wanting to do any of the tasks set before her. Whichever it was, she lost interest in further discussing the matter, and would concede to whichever retort Crone or Renold were going to make. As she let her impression set in with the gathered people, she again focused her attention on the necromancer, her eyes analyzing his every movement with great care, almost like a scientist would observe an exotic creature. While Gerald may or may not have harbored a concealed interest in the witch, it was undeniable that she was enraptured by his secrets.
Hey. I just wanted to drop by to tell you that the hiders aren't working because you haven't named them. The correct syntax would be (hider=something here) X (/hider), with the correct type of brackets of course. Hiders display a text in the button, which is why you can't leave it blank as of now.
That said, I don't actually have an interest in this; sorry! Good luck though, and consider it a free bump.
That said, I don't actually have an interest in this; sorry! Good luck though, and consider it a free bump.
Something heavy weighed down upon the great, elder dragon who appeared full of melancholy all of a sudden as he placed a single, foreign word – or perhaps name – into the void of silence: Aliostar. Indeed, his voice conveyed feelings of sadness or regret when he revealed unto the renegade sorcerers just whom he was to take them to in the far reaches of Jevog Denûm’s volcanic spires. Jillian had long suspected that their “contact” could by no means be a regular person, or indeed a human at all, and was thus not entirely caught by surprise that it was nothing less than another dragon that they were seeking out. This Aliostar sounded like an ominous kind, one whose ire was more deeply rooted and of a darker nature than the mere hubris of Lailonsaire with which she had looked down upon mortals like Jillian. Defying the latter had probably earned the witch the dragon’s respect, even if it would never admit anything of the sort, but standing up to this Red sounded like a particularly foolish idea. In fact, visiting him at all seemed a terrible idea, and Gerald must have felt similarly, for he voiced his concerns without delay. As he had practically taken the words from Jillian’s mind, she did nothing and simply looked at the old dragon expectantly.
His explanation was unsatisfactory for the witch. Having been defeated and forced into hiding would surely serve as a catalyst for the old Red’s hatred, rather than dull it down over the centuries she imagined – she knew firsthand just how prideful dragons could be, and although Renold had not said whose held he had gotten when he overcame Aliostar, she suspected it may have been humans, as humankind had once hunted down many of the great beasts. Whatever wounds he might have suffered that day were surely all but insignificant compared to the scars they must have left upon his ego. Relying on the hope that he was too lethargic to attack them, and too weak to actually kill them before they could escape, seemed like too many uncertainties to count on. Moreover, she harbored doubt as to their actual necessity of needing his expertise in particular, because there must be others with similar abilities. In fact, they probably had one amongst them right then and there!
“The reason we’re looking for this Aliostar is because he is a summoner?” Jillian asked, slightly irritated, “Why him? I thought Crone was supposedly the mistress of all known kinds of magic and such. Surely summoning must be amongst her list of masteries, no?” she continued, casting a glance at the ancient hag, “If it is, then this entire undertaking seems like a very dangerous prospect for a dubious gain. Call me a pessimist if you will, but I don’t think he’s going to help us. He has no reason to. Even if he would, there’s no way to be sure that he even could give us an answer.”
Jillian shrugged and sighed: “I’m not liking this.”
His explanation was unsatisfactory for the witch. Having been defeated and forced into hiding would surely serve as a catalyst for the old Red’s hatred, rather than dull it down over the centuries she imagined – she knew firsthand just how prideful dragons could be, and although Renold had not said whose held he had gotten when he overcame Aliostar, she suspected it may have been humans, as humankind had once hunted down many of the great beasts. Whatever wounds he might have suffered that day were surely all but insignificant compared to the scars they must have left upon his ego. Relying on the hope that he was too lethargic to attack them, and too weak to actually kill them before they could escape, seemed like too many uncertainties to count on. Moreover, she harbored doubt as to their actual necessity of needing his expertise in particular, because there must be others with similar abilities. In fact, they probably had one amongst them right then and there!
“The reason we’re looking for this Aliostar is because he is a summoner?” Jillian asked, slightly irritated, “Why him? I thought Crone was supposedly the mistress of all known kinds of magic and such. Surely summoning must be amongst her list of masteries, no?” she continued, casting a glance at the ancient hag, “If it is, then this entire undertaking seems like a very dangerous prospect for a dubious gain. Call me a pessimist if you will, but I don’t think he’s going to help us. He has no reason to. Even if he would, there’s no way to be sure that he even could give us an answer.”
Jillian shrugged and sighed: “I’m not liking this.”
I once proposed longer times between updates and yours truly declined. As far as I'm concerned I have no objections to a slower pace.
I may do that if you can tell me how. Clicking the link to the form just gets me back to the first step of filling it out, and I don't see an option to edit my old submission. Either way, I might as well wait until you've finalized it as you already have my feedback and it should be enough to work with.
Concerning the way military is done, I don't think that more questions are the way to go, so you have a point. Mainly, I think the issue is that this form is based on a questionnaire, which is an inherently flawed format for this kind of thing. Ideally, one should be able to script entirely new functions that make it much more intuitive, quick and easy to create troops types. The same philosophy holds true for virtually every part of the form, truth be told. Still, I guess that this isn't an option as you're probably using some kind of service with pre-made functions that you can't modify or add to. It'll do, and if it helps organize things for Flooby, it's probably worth the effort. Personally I think that, if elegance were a priority, one might be better off creating a custom form on an excel sheet, one which every player can download and fill up on their own, and which they would have to re-upload somewhere / send to Floobs. This too is a tad inconvenient, but the format could be easier to work with than a questionnaire. (Or, if one were to really push it, just create a new website from scratch where players can register and create their submission using a completely customized service. Would be sick, but mostly a pipe dream ;P)
Btw, one last suggestion if I may: since you allowed for flavor text on troop types, I would recommend allowing the same to be done to characters and fiefdoms, especially if this is to be the new way of doing things in the future.
Concerning the way military is done, I don't think that more questions are the way to go, so you have a point. Mainly, I think the issue is that this form is based on a questionnaire, which is an inherently flawed format for this kind of thing. Ideally, one should be able to script entirely new functions that make it much more intuitive, quick and easy to create troops types. The same philosophy holds true for virtually every part of the form, truth be told. Still, I guess that this isn't an option as you're probably using some kind of service with pre-made functions that you can't modify or add to. It'll do, and if it helps organize things for Flooby, it's probably worth the effort. Personally I think that, if elegance were a priority, one might be better off creating a custom form on an excel sheet, one which every player can download and fill up on their own, and which they would have to re-upload somewhere / send to Floobs. This too is a tad inconvenient, but the format could be easier to work with than a questionnaire. (Or, if one were to really push it, just create a new website from scratch where players can register and create their submission using a completely customized service. Would be sick, but mostly a pipe dream ;P)
Btw, one last suggestion if I may: since you allowed for flavor text on troop types, I would recommend allowing the same to be done to characters and fiefdoms, especially if this is to be the new way of doing things in the future.
Still waiting for mine.
Cale Tucker said
P.S. - Remember Dread's Fist? Yeah, they are still a thing. Dread and Barry are going to play Poker. If Dread loses, he hires a prostitute for Barry for a night. If Barry loses, well... Ashgan is going to have a rude and... quite horrifying wake up in his Capital. (Nothing will happen, Barry is just going to do something obscene) And I think it will make a big enough impression to be in the Daily Lundlands.
Weren't they on the Ironstone Isles? I guess the situation's under control enough that they can be paid to play card games now ;) Either way, I technically don't have to deal with the rowdy bunch since they're based in one of my vassals' lands, which is probably a good thing in this case.
Jillian watched Gerald slouching back on the rock he sat on, a weak smile painted on his pale lips, but she knew it to be no sign of joy at all. On the contrary, he had just concluded that there most likely was no cure to the Withering – the very disease that ate away at his own soul every waking moment. She knew not how heavy a burden the plague truly was on him, but when their souls intertwined, she had caught a glimpse of it, and it had terrified her. She could understand the pain and frustration that this realization would put him through, and she felt pity for her fellow exile.
In response to the necromancer’s conclusion, Renold further stressed the importance of seeking this so-called expert – whomever that might be – to learn more about how they might contain the disease, if it was even possible. The alternative, as Crone mentioned, would be to find the demon responsible and defeat it. She certainly made it sounds like a simple affair when in truth it was anything but; yet, who was Jillian to argue, having already agreed to hunt down Kevalorn in the coming days?
Crone suspected that the Grand Master or one of his servants was behind this scheme, but Gerald thought otherwise. He claimed that the Crusaders invaded his home to steal his research, implying that they too were looking to put an end to the plague. Jillian wondered if they really were trying to cleanse the Withering, or if they were simply out to destroy Gerald’s progress instead. Either way, the elder Green surmised that only Himyth would remain as a possible culprit then, being that she was the only other demon who had crossed the divide and haunted Reniam. The witch knew only bits and pieces about this fiend – that she was a female creature who indulged in lust and excess, and that she was the mother of all demonspawn. That must include the strange fellow with the chains, back in Gariel Downs. Dead now, in all likelihood. A shame, for he could have been of help if they were indeed fated to look for his wicked progenitor one day.
Gerald turned his attention to Jillian once more, summarizing what she had already gathered from the discourse.
“I see. I guess our plans won’t change much for now regardless, right? We are still going to look for this ‘expert’ of yours, whomever that might be, and then we’ll deal with Kevalorn. Taking him out will also remove a suspect from our list, and maybe we can even get some information from the old geezer before we get rid of him. If he was after your research notes, then maybe he has a hunch whom we’re looking for and where to find them.”
In response to the necromancer’s conclusion, Renold further stressed the importance of seeking this so-called expert – whomever that might be – to learn more about how they might contain the disease, if it was even possible. The alternative, as Crone mentioned, would be to find the demon responsible and defeat it. She certainly made it sounds like a simple affair when in truth it was anything but; yet, who was Jillian to argue, having already agreed to hunt down Kevalorn in the coming days?
Crone suspected that the Grand Master or one of his servants was behind this scheme, but Gerald thought otherwise. He claimed that the Crusaders invaded his home to steal his research, implying that they too were looking to put an end to the plague. Jillian wondered if they really were trying to cleanse the Withering, or if they were simply out to destroy Gerald’s progress instead. Either way, the elder Green surmised that only Himyth would remain as a possible culprit then, being that she was the only other demon who had crossed the divide and haunted Reniam. The witch knew only bits and pieces about this fiend – that she was a female creature who indulged in lust and excess, and that she was the mother of all demonspawn. That must include the strange fellow with the chains, back in Gariel Downs. Dead now, in all likelihood. A shame, for he could have been of help if they were indeed fated to look for his wicked progenitor one day.
Gerald turned his attention to Jillian once more, summarizing what she had already gathered from the discourse.
“I see. I guess our plans won’t change much for now regardless, right? We are still going to look for this ‘expert’ of yours, whomever that might be, and then we’ll deal with Kevalorn. Taking him out will also remove a suspect from our list, and maybe we can even get some information from the old geezer before we get rid of him. If he was after your research notes, then maybe he has a hunch whom we’re looking for and where to find them.”
It's definitely a long-term investment, and I would not recommend rushing it at the start. Do get those Workshops up though, at 15k building cost they are easily affordable, and making everything you ever build 10% cheaper per pop is so worth it.
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