Cyber Mama

Starcraft Combat Evolved, The Clone Wars

I just wrote a two hour reply and hit refresh, thus losing it all. God I hate my life.

Starcraft Combat Evolved, The Clone Wars

I apologise for my absence. Though I'm not a particularly important character to the over all plot, I get that one less post aids in the clog of gears. I had planned to allow @Nivi and the others in the mess-hall to post for a while before re-entering the scene. I had intended it as a way to try and keep time as somewhat present because of walking speeds and distances. However I'm willing to create a reply if it's needed to keep things from stopping and ultimately dying.

~ Please note that I have no intention of dropping out anytime soon. I'm just really slow because Exam prep. My apologies if this inconveniences any of you.

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@Ashevelendar A shame indeed. If you ever consider starting another RP similar to this, feel free to tag me in the interest check or the RP thread itself.

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Malathrack reserves a large portion of her power during the formation of the world. Most of her powers went to the fauna and flora of the world rather than the land itself. Her domain's powers influence predators and prey, plants and light, insect and arachnid. Though it may seem she contributed the least, she was exhausted as many 'chaotic' factors were left to her domains and those of other more active gods. She closes her eyes and strums gently on the chords of her harp. With this the blossoms of silk consume her creations once more.

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Beginning of turn

BP = 2
DIP = 0
EP = 0
FP = 1
Population = 4 (1 male, 2 female, 1 queen)

From the silken blossoms of their creation, the Arachine enter the world beneath the gods with sluggish steps and heavy eyes. The strangely thick canopy of the forest makes it a challenge to identify what time of day or night it may be. If not for the pond beside their placements it may have taken them longer to figure out they had arrived at mid noon. Although the sun was high in the sky they found themselves exhausted and eager for rest. All but the largest of the four.
Clearly blessed by Malathrack the Arachine blend into the forest with black and orange furred legs and tanned upper bodies. Their skin and newness to the area allows them to explore without being considered a serious threat by the local wildlife. Though the world was brand new, it was as if the local fauna had been there for generations and that the plants had grown since the dawn of time itself. Their eyes are all brown with the exception of the green eyed queen who vigorously checks the area with all possible senses she has at her disposal.

After a thorough examination of their origin site, the queen begins her trek through the forest up to the stone steps of the mountain bases. Within this sheets lie large holes with connecting tunnels. The queen claims the largest of these available caverns before issuing her fellow Arachine to set up large series of silk and web lines around the cave. These lines link to a flat area of the cave located off centre. The queen burrows herself into the web lines and becomes almost instantly connected to the entire cave. (Minus one BP, Gain Webwork building)

Once the Webwork has been constructed, the Arachine male begins his duties in service to the queen. Breeding is high on the priority list of the Arachine as they rely on large numbers to hunt and support the rest of the colony. The other females take on roles of the colony that have been left unfilled as the larger of the two females makes her way out into the darkness of the forest under the cover of darkness. This night time cloak allows her to form web snares for hunting traps. She will remain absent from the colony until she has caught prey.
The other, lighter female, begins to construct a thick series of nets on the ceiling. With this, she forms empty slings that allow for the carrying of potential eggs. (Minus one BP, Gain Hatchery) This Arachine will remain at her post until a weaker female is present.

End of turn

BP = 0
DIP = 0
EP = 0
FP = 1

Population = 4 (1 male, 2 female, 1 queen)

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Who's up now?

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Malathrack looks to her brother and sister that hold hands with one another. She wasn't one of the more 'touchy' goddesses and thus often refrained from making gestures like hand holding or intimacy. However it was needed to forge a world for their children to survive then she could make an exception for this time and this time alone. She gently raises herself from her throne before stopping half way, noticing something she hadn't before. Her sister Myorvaine was displaying her own creations. As always Myorvaine was soft spoken and was over looked by her brothers and sisters.

Malathrack holds out her harp to a servant. He relieves it from her and begins to carry it by the side of her throne. She performs a gentle waving motion and focuses on the new world's creation. Something she knew the Arachine would need a lot of would be food and camouflage. Somewhere dark but not so dark that it were constant night. Somewhere both safe from the elements but able to harness their power.

"May our children find this world homely." whispers Malathrack as she crafts mountains shrouded at their bases by greenery. Many tall trees fight one another for light and the soil beneath them holds few sprouts of grass but a large portion of shrubbery. Deer and other passive creatures are placed for hunting and food. She pauses a moment and begins to drill holes into the mountain side where her children would be safe and able to call home.
Pausing again, Malathrack thinks over her design and begins to place gaps in the tree leafs. Beneath these gaps hold ponds with a large number of insects and a select range of small fish and amphibians. This land will be perfect for the Arachine and her faithful. Everything there reflected her domain of success. From the fighting trees to the predatory nature of the frogs and fish.

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@Ashevelendar So whose turn is it to post?

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The Pantheon

"Come now sister. These creatures are just a prototype." Malathrack sinks back down into her throne. Her feeling of rage subsiding as her sister reassures her and the other gods that the mortals are contained and unable to see them. Malathrack remains dubious of the entire concept, still holding firm the idea that this will bring about the destruction of the gods. She watches as the gods around both agree and disagree with the idea but the majority would side with new life and thus Malathrack changed allegiances to ensure she was among the successful. Her most passive brother, the Wise-Man steals the scene with his new creations. Malathrack's eyes scan over them trying to take in every detail she can. These four armed creatures appear quite mundane in their appearance. "Naturally they are omnivores, fairly intelligent and capable of individual and higher levels of thought. I was hoping for a suitable mix between brains and brawn." The Wise-Man goes on but those words fall on deaf ears near Malathrack's throne. She runs through her mind to look for a weakness that these creations may have and finds few. To Malathrack, mortals are strange and don't abide by the rules of gods. They need to eat and to sleep and all so they can survive in the blink of an eye.

Malathrack sighs, strumming four chords on her harp. Each time she struck a chord, a small white wisp drifted to the centre floor. These wisps gain form as they drift through the air towards the centre of the Pantheon. By the time they reach the mortal containment area they are large oval balls of web that stick themselves to the floor. "If it's success you wish for in this world then look no further. Made in my image, the Arachine will be my harbingers of success." Malathrack's four silk cocoons unfurl like glorious white flowers to reveal the four children she so proudly created. One male, three females. One of the females stands taller than the other two and appears to be breathing heavily as if fearful of her current situation. The others however are calm and all have their hands placed on the largest of the four. "My children will share this world, and their successes, with all those that choose to coexist. I will make sure of it." Malathrack closes two of her eyes and begins to strum the chords of her harp in calm celebration of her newly created life.

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@Ashevelendar Edited, how's that?

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@Ashevelendar I know that isn't what your character prides herself on but I often write from the view point of my character. She believes that by the naked display, Miralis considers herself beautiful and thus wishes to flaunt it.

As for the gathering of gods for that sole purpose, I can edit her dialogue. Make her more accepting of the idea but still displeased at the presence of the Unders.