Yay using MIA people as NPC in emergencies...
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Hello everyone!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
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I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
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@The Bearded One@Viridity@Arty Fox
Twain smiled. "Yes. Me 'bits and bots'." Twain answered Charles. "I'm collecting evidence. If we can get these back to base we might be able to identify who or what we are dealing with." He extended an extremity that looked arachnid. It dripped green goo rather than red blood, and looked crusty and brittle rather than soft and flsehy.
Gemma stepped forward next, responding to her new team mate. "I'll help you with these." She smiled and took the cards. The presence of a this new ally seemed to put her at ease.
Twain walked away from Vata and the bag of body bits and began to pace around the alter in a wide clockwise circle with a slow swagger. "As for anything else? I'm glad you asked!" Twain puffed his chest, he liked it when his brilliance was acknowledged.
"First. We had a mysterious radiation blast, as detected by Mizzzzzz Gemma. There doesn't seem to be any nuclear reactors up here, so, what could have caused such a disturbance in the force? It was not mechanical, the ritual circle suggests that it is magical or supernatural in origin."
"We've got bodies. Some are human, some are not. The non human stuff... Well... That is really rare in this day and age. Most of what's out there is pretty well documented by TRIDENT, or at least we thought so. It's weird that there is so much... weirdness all in one place."
"Then we've got this alter and these symbols." He brushed his foot on the white chalk paint. "Most of it is messed up and really tough to read. White chalk is popular with necromancers, but, not all of these symbols are necromantic. It's hard to say." He squinted at the ground. "It's also really unusual to mix necromancy with other types of magic. They just don't jibe well."
"What's really striking me is that, despite the presence of necromantic symbols and despite the vast number of freshly dead bodies, I'm really quite surprised that... that..."
"There are no ghosts."
He frowned, genuinely frowned, a rare expression for the jolly leader of MERCY. This fact disturbed him more than any other fact discovered.
He had other things in mind, other clues that he could discuss with his team later... Not in front of the strangers. The strangers with amnesia. The strangers from strange places. The strangers... or the liars. He made eye contact with Charles. The eye contact was hopefully long enough to deliver this message, but not long enough for the others to notice that anything was amiss.
"And as for the rumbling...." Twain finally addressed the noise he now heard. "I... Have no idea..." He glanced between Charles and Vata. They both said the word dragon, but Twain had not taken the word seriously until this very moment.
XII dashed outside as the noise became louder. The sound of falling snow. Rolling snow. The castle rock began to shake. Avalanche.
"Ah crap. Where are you going?!" He yelled at XII "Everyone get over here!"
Alexavier stepped forward. "I shall fetch him!" Princely, heroically, answering the call of duty.
Alexavier was not foolish. He left his main body and identity with Twain and the others. He sent his two clones, Xavier and Alex, into danger. They separated. Two other copies seemed to step right out of him.
Three of a kind.
Xavier and Alex dashed out.
Xavier reached XIII. "Impressive." Xavier muttered as he reached the prone magician. "But you have made the fatal mistake of leaving yourself powerless." Xavier stood for a moment considering the man. In his country such a mistake would not be forgiven and the man would be permitted only to languish in consequences of his own mistakes. Xavier in particular was the colder and more callous side of Alexavier. Yet Xavier recognized that he was not at home and the rules were different. In other countries lessons were presumably learned through mercy and trial.
He did not know the ways of this country, nor the man before him. The man before him might be a powerful ally or enemy. Perhaps he was the man behind all this madness. The man had power, indeed, and might have something more important...
Answers.
He didn't save XIII out of compassion. He saved XIII to preserve whatever information the man had in his mind, that might help Xavier find his way home.
He picked up XIII, for Xavier had the strength of many men, and began to carry him back toward the castle.
Alex, reached John shortly thereafter. Alex was much faster than Xavier, and was not nearly so grumpy as Xavier. He had a more difficult time interacting with John. The shield of fire would indeed effectively block out the avalanche, but also Alex.
"Greetings!" Alex called, hoping that the man might hear him past the barrier of flame. "I should like to inform you that, should you survive this, everyone else is in the castle. We might be trapped there for some time, considering the circumstances. If you can get there you most certainly should!"
Then the snow hit him. It hit him with the force of a wrecking ball. He hurt. He would have died if he were a real person. But he was not. He was only a copy. He was buried by snow then vanished.
Twain smiled. "Yes. Me 'bits and bots'." Twain answered Charles. "I'm collecting evidence. If we can get these back to base we might be able to identify who or what we are dealing with." He extended an extremity that looked arachnid. It dripped green goo rather than red blood, and looked crusty and brittle rather than soft and flsehy.
Gemma stepped forward next, responding to her new team mate. "I'll help you with these." She smiled and took the cards. The presence of a this new ally seemed to put her at ease.
Twain walked away from Vata and the bag of body bits and began to pace around the alter in a wide clockwise circle with a slow swagger. "As for anything else? I'm glad you asked!" Twain puffed his chest, he liked it when his brilliance was acknowledged.
"First. We had a mysterious radiation blast, as detected by Mizzzzzz Gemma. There doesn't seem to be any nuclear reactors up here, so, what could have caused such a disturbance in the force? It was not mechanical, the ritual circle suggests that it is magical or supernatural in origin."
"We've got bodies. Some are human, some are not. The non human stuff... Well... That is really rare in this day and age. Most of what's out there is pretty well documented by TRIDENT, or at least we thought so. It's weird that there is so much... weirdness all in one place."
"Then we've got this alter and these symbols." He brushed his foot on the white chalk paint. "Most of it is messed up and really tough to read. White chalk is popular with necromancers, but, not all of these symbols are necromantic. It's hard to say." He squinted at the ground. "It's also really unusual to mix necromancy with other types of magic. They just don't jibe well."
"What's really striking me is that, despite the presence of necromantic symbols and despite the vast number of freshly dead bodies, I'm really quite surprised that... that..."
"There are no ghosts."
He frowned, genuinely frowned, a rare expression for the jolly leader of MERCY. This fact disturbed him more than any other fact discovered.
He had other things in mind, other clues that he could discuss with his team later... Not in front of the strangers. The strangers with amnesia. The strangers from strange places. The strangers... or the liars. He made eye contact with Charles. The eye contact was hopefully long enough to deliver this message, but not long enough for the others to notice that anything was amiss.
"And as for the rumbling...." Twain finally addressed the noise he now heard. "I... Have no idea..." He glanced between Charles and Vata. They both said the word dragon, but Twain had not taken the word seriously until this very moment.
XII dashed outside as the noise became louder. The sound of falling snow. Rolling snow. The castle rock began to shake. Avalanche.
"Ah crap. Where are you going?!" He yelled at XII "Everyone get over here!"
Alexavier stepped forward. "I shall fetch him!" Princely, heroically, answering the call of duty.
Alexavier was not foolish. He left his main body and identity with Twain and the others. He sent his two clones, Xavier and Alex, into danger. They separated. Two other copies seemed to step right out of him.
Three of a kind.
Xavier and Alex dashed out.
Xavier reached XIII. "Impressive." Xavier muttered as he reached the prone magician. "But you have made the fatal mistake of leaving yourself powerless." Xavier stood for a moment considering the man. In his country such a mistake would not be forgiven and the man would be permitted only to languish in consequences of his own mistakes. Xavier in particular was the colder and more callous side of Alexavier. Yet Xavier recognized that he was not at home and the rules were different. In other countries lessons were presumably learned through mercy and trial.
He did not know the ways of this country, nor the man before him. The man before him might be a powerful ally or enemy. Perhaps he was the man behind all this madness. The man had power, indeed, and might have something more important...
Answers.
He didn't save XIII out of compassion. He saved XIII to preserve whatever information the man had in his mind, that might help Xavier find his way home.
He picked up XIII, for Xavier had the strength of many men, and began to carry him back toward the castle.
Alex, reached John shortly thereafter. Alex was much faster than Xavier, and was not nearly so grumpy as Xavier. He had a more difficult time interacting with John. The shield of fire would indeed effectively block out the avalanche, but also Alex.
"Greetings!" Alex called, hoping that the man might hear him past the barrier of flame. "I should like to inform you that, should you survive this, everyone else is in the castle. We might be trapped there for some time, considering the circumstances. If you can get there you most certainly should!"
Then the snow hit him. It hit him with the force of a wrecking ball. He hurt. He would have died if he were a real person. But he was not. He was only a copy. He was buried by snow then vanished.
@Blackmist16 obviously I'm not talking about you or anyone who is regularly checking in the ooc or game or who has been heard from in the past month. :P
And I'm not even talking about this particular scene. For example, if we think the seasonal gods are essential to the story someone should pick up summers slack eventually.
And I'm not even talking about this particular scene. For example, if we think the seasonal gods are essential to the story someone should pick up summers slack eventually.
Also at this point would it be productive for the active players to "adopt" or replace the characters played by MIA players?
Expect the unexpected!
I'm have a post tomorrow!
I'll have a post tomorrow!
Lucas I think we are still in the house.
Let the detention begin!
[iratze]
Iratze was the first to stand after Armarion spoke. Her hair and her irises glimmered slightly, hinting at her true nature without transforming completely.
She bit her lip. She knew that Armarion, whom secretly loved her and whom she secretly loved, would not like what she had to say next. In fact, she was quite certain that he might not love her at all after this, or after awhile... Their love was an impossible affliction.
She could never be on his side.
She bent at the waist, giving the assembled gods and goddesses a low gracious bow. Her chest touched her thighs and her long glimmering hair spilled onto the floor. Her face was hidden well behind the rainbow veil.
"Armarion, and all you worthy gods and goddesses. Even if you do not know me well, you know well my nature. I can not take a side in this battle, nor any other. I am the messenger for every god."
"You, children of the Sun and Moon, your parents created me. Alas, Armare is also the child of my creators. I can no more stand against him than I can against you, Armarion."
"Nor can I stand against the gods and godesses of the earth. For the Sun and Moon made me not only for themselves and their kin, but to be used by all. I was made in hopes that even in the worst strife and most violent clashing of swords there would always be a way, a place, for words..."
"So, Use me to carry your messages as you will. My blessed pen and parchment will keep your secretes even from me if this is a fear of yours. I promise that I will not stand in the way of your plans, but nor can I stand in the way of theirs."
She didn't look up, but became very aware of the door through which Amos had just left. She glanced just for a moment, an unspoken indication to the others that she could not even stand against the maddened Amos. No matter what horrific things he was about to inflict on the mortals. He was a favored child of the Sun and Moon, his hand print still burned on her chest. Should he call upon her for service, she would need to heed him.
She looked back to the floor, she was afraid to look them in the eye, especially Armarion.
'This is when he will begin to see the truth, and love me a little less... and less.. and less... one little bit at a time until I am the nothing to him, as I should be.' She had seen mortal love fall apart in just this way many times over the eons. It broke her heart to think that such a thing would happen to her now.
She kept her eyes fixed upon the carpet, waiting for the others to answer Armarion.
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