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7 yrs ago
Back in business after a year long hiatus.
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9 yrs ago
Do you little scallywags want to join us on a sssspace adventure?
9 yrs ago
Why did the Tyranid cross the road? Because it consumed the chicken's biomass and assimilated its actions into the hive mind...
9 yrs ago
What's the most difficult part of cooking a vegetable? ... Fitting the golden throne in the oven!
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Flynn's eyes widen as Williams explains his plan. "You want to flood the ship with Neuro Gas? Have you gone insane? Actually never mind, don't answer that. I already know the answer... Fine! Guess we don't have a choice." The intercom falls silent and minutes pass by as Flynn awaits the signal from his partner. After a while the intercom crackles with life once more. "Flynn, go for it!" With a silent prayer, Flynn turns on the ventilation system.
Immediately the ducts are filled with the deadly purple gas and slowly the ship is filled up. Flynn feels an uncomfortable chill creep up his spine as he too, slowly get's surrounded by purple clouds. The Rebreather gives off a sharp chime as it automatically turns on. A signal on his Tool gives him a indication of how many time of fresh air he has left. 1 hour.
He sits down in the pilot chair and tries to stay calm as to not waste more oxygen then needed. But a sudden realization puts a halt to his efforts. Okay, now the entire ship was engulfed in deadly toxic gas. Venting it away would not be a problem, but without Life Support, there would be no way to replace the empty vacuum, with proper oxygen! They had to come up with plan... and fast.
Immediately the ducts are filled with the deadly purple gas and slowly the ship is filled up. Flynn feels an uncomfortable chill creep up his spine as he too, slowly get's surrounded by purple clouds. The Rebreather gives off a sharp chime as it automatically turns on. A signal on his Tool gives him a indication of how many time of fresh air he has left. 1 hour.
He sits down in the pilot chair and tries to stay calm as to not waste more oxygen then needed. But a sudden realization puts a halt to his efforts. Okay, now the entire ship was engulfed in deadly toxic gas. Venting it away would not be a problem, but without Life Support, there would be no way to replace the empty vacuum, with proper oxygen! They had to come up with plan... and fast.
Will no one reply to the question of Elendin?
Else I'm just gonna move along.
Else I'm just gonna move along.
Even shorter post is shorter, but it's just a quick response to let the other guys respond. :P
Elendin folds his hands as the newcomer brings out report. He occasionally nods and finally closes his eyes as Rohman finishes. "So what you're saying is that Dieuporteille can stand on his own, without the help of the armies of Emperiat? We wouldn't need mobilize the armies and march west?" He scratches his chin and contemplates the options. After a while he opens his eyes and motions to the empty seat. "Please, Ser Okitash. Take your seat at the table. We welcome you." Then he let's his gaze glide over the other advisers and prepares his plan.
"I never doubted thought this rebellion would succeed in any way. The thing that bothered me was how to deal with it. You have all given me wonderful and worthy advise. I would march against the rebels myself, showing how I deal with traitors, but here comes man, bearing information that Dieuporteille can squeesh them down easily enough. Tell me, should I still march west? My heart says yes, for I cannot let Dieuporteille bear the brunt of this rebellion, but my mind says no, for it will put more men in danger then necessary." The young emperors eyes look up to the ceiling and the statues attached to it, somehow expecting the answer would come from the Paragons themselves.
"I never doubted thought this rebellion would succeed in any way. The thing that bothered me was how to deal with it. You have all given me wonderful and worthy advise. I would march against the rebels myself, showing how I deal with traitors, but here comes man, bearing information that Dieuporteille can squeesh them down easily enough. Tell me, should I still march west? My heart says yes, for I cannot let Dieuporteille bear the brunt of this rebellion, but my mind says no, for it will put more men in danger then necessary." The young emperors eyes look up to the ceiling and the statues attached to it, somehow expecting the answer would come from the Paragons themselves.
And we're back in business! Woo! I've also added a small extra dirty little secret to Rurik. Might clear some things up. And don't worry, I didn't just make that up on the go. It was part of his character for some longer time. I just decided to add it now.
Elendin sits back in his chair as his advisers do their job. One by one they lay their plans on the table, trying to convince the young boy their plan works best. He remains silent, listening to each plan with great care and repeating them in his brain, trying to come up with the best solution. But after Grenn his speech, the emperor leans forward, taking word. "Ser Albraght, I thank you for your advise, but the matter of the Beys presence was already settled." He closes his eyes for a moment and then speaks aloud once more. "This is the last time I will hear anything of this!"
Silence fills the chamber once again until lady Farwynd breaks it. She tells how she agrees with Grenn, and although not outright saying it, takes a stab at Chugo. He doesn't respond. He simply sits back in his throne as his eyes shift from person to person, his gaze resting a bit longer on Chugo Bey.
Rurik looks from Elendin to Grenn to Layna and finally takes a step forward. "While Ser Albraght probably shouldn't have been so harshly with his words and shouldn't have pointed fingers at our... esteemed guest..." The eyes of Rurik clearly tell his real feelings about Chugo Bey. "I do agree with his tactics as does lady Farwynd. What better way to show you're fit to rule, then to lead an army to victory yourself? This way the nobles can see for themselves what kind of ruler you truly are. Of course you must give the nobles a chance to show their loyalty. It wouldn't be a quick solution to bring up a large enough army, but I think it would have the best outcome possible. What Ser Hosarusson proposed is straight up dangerous. As the Bay said..." He let's out a sigh as he agrees with the Khargat. "It would only scare people off. People must be able to trust their king. Cutting them down whilst offering a helping hand doesn't help there. But these are but my thoughts. The decision lies with you, my Emperor." Rurik bows and takes a step back, taking his old place once more.
Elendin sits back in his throne and let these words sink in. Three people had already chosen the same tactic. Would that mean it was the best one? But perhaps there was truth in what Laxion said. It would certainly lessen the bloodshed of the common man. Less soldiers had to die. There was of course the trust issue.
He looks at the center of the table for a moment before looking up to the Grand-General. "What is the estimated troop strength of the four provinces, and how fast can we muster an army thrice that size?"
The General looks up from his notes and gives a respectful nod as he is given the word. "During our latest report on the military strength of the Provinces, Brevash, Comtè, Pelinque and Irva combined stated they could muster about 8000 men. The largest portion of that coming from Brevash. Of course we're not certain that the official rulers, the Counts, are behind this rebellion, so we can estimate this number smaller. As to muster an army of 25.000 men would take... Two weeks. We shouldn't even need the levies from the other Provinces from that. Emperiat itself has more then enough soldiers to provide." He pauses and scribbles something down on his note. "If you indeed wish to lead this army yourself, I think it'd be best if I were to remain in Emperiat. People might think it was I who brought victory, and not you, your majesty." The man gives another respectful nod and leans back in his chair.
As Elendin opens his mouth to continue the meeting, as another courier enters the chamber and bows before the emperor. "The Province of Dieuporteille replacement for Ser ℬastien de Warenne has arrived, milord. May I present to you, Ser Rohman Lorinson, of House of Okitash." The courier bows once more and takes a step back.
A young, bearded man enters the large round chamber and kneels before the large table and thus for Elendin. The boy looks at the man for a moment before his gaze shifts towards Rurik. The uncle simply shrugs his shoulders and cocks his head, looking at the man. Elendin stands up from his chair and folds his hands together, trying to look at least somewhat majestic. "I... We welcome you Ser Lorison. I'm certain of it your council will be valuable." The boy extends his arm and motions around the room. "These are your colleagues from the other Provinces. Normally I would have have made this introductory more official, but as you can see, we were in the middle of a meeting and were discussing the potential threat of rebellion in the western Provinces. Perhaps you could enlighten us of the situation there, as you have recently departed Dieuporteille?"
Silence fills the chamber once again until lady Farwynd breaks it. She tells how she agrees with Grenn, and although not outright saying it, takes a stab at Chugo. He doesn't respond. He simply sits back in his throne as his eyes shift from person to person, his gaze resting a bit longer on Chugo Bey.
Rurik looks from Elendin to Grenn to Layna and finally takes a step forward. "While Ser Albraght probably shouldn't have been so harshly with his words and shouldn't have pointed fingers at our... esteemed guest..." The eyes of Rurik clearly tell his real feelings about Chugo Bey. "I do agree with his tactics as does lady Farwynd. What better way to show you're fit to rule, then to lead an army to victory yourself? This way the nobles can see for themselves what kind of ruler you truly are. Of course you must give the nobles a chance to show their loyalty. It wouldn't be a quick solution to bring up a large enough army, but I think it would have the best outcome possible. What Ser Hosarusson proposed is straight up dangerous. As the Bay said..." He let's out a sigh as he agrees with the Khargat. "It would only scare people off. People must be able to trust their king. Cutting them down whilst offering a helping hand doesn't help there. But these are but my thoughts. The decision lies with you, my Emperor." Rurik bows and takes a step back, taking his old place once more.
Elendin sits back in his throne and let these words sink in. Three people had already chosen the same tactic. Would that mean it was the best one? But perhaps there was truth in what Laxion said. It would certainly lessen the bloodshed of the common man. Less soldiers had to die. There was of course the trust issue.
He looks at the center of the table for a moment before looking up to the Grand-General. "What is the estimated troop strength of the four provinces, and how fast can we muster an army thrice that size?"
The General looks up from his notes and gives a respectful nod as he is given the word. "During our latest report on the military strength of the Provinces, Brevash, Comtè, Pelinque and Irva combined stated they could muster about 8000 men. The largest portion of that coming from Brevash. Of course we're not certain that the official rulers, the Counts, are behind this rebellion, so we can estimate this number smaller. As to muster an army of 25.000 men would take... Two weeks. We shouldn't even need the levies from the other Provinces from that. Emperiat itself has more then enough soldiers to provide." He pauses and scribbles something down on his note. "If you indeed wish to lead this army yourself, I think it'd be best if I were to remain in Emperiat. People might think it was I who brought victory, and not you, your majesty." The man gives another respectful nod and leans back in his chair.
As Elendin opens his mouth to continue the meeting, as another courier enters the chamber and bows before the emperor. "The Province of Dieuporteille replacement for Ser ℬastien de Warenne has arrived, milord. May I present to you, Ser Rohman Lorinson, of House of Okitash." The courier bows once more and takes a step back.
A young, bearded man enters the large round chamber and kneels before the large table and thus for Elendin. The boy looks at the man for a moment before his gaze shifts towards Rurik. The uncle simply shrugs his shoulders and cocks his head, looking at the man. Elendin stands up from his chair and folds his hands together, trying to look at least somewhat majestic. "I... We welcome you Ser Lorison. I'm certain of it your council will be valuable." The boy extends his arm and motions around the room. "These are your colleagues from the other Provinces. Normally I would have have made this introductory more official, but as you can see, we were in the middle of a meeting and were discussing the potential threat of rebellion in the western Provinces. Perhaps you could enlighten us of the situation there, as you have recently departed Dieuporteille?"
Kepli didn't really care for the undead. They weren't customers of him. Kinda hard to inject stuff in your blood when you had none. So he usually walked around the Necropolitan District as any sensible living being would. So who in there right mind would blow up the crypt of a vampire? Well, it was actually rather something of a good fortune for him, although he would never say that aloud. He hadn't experimented with it himself, but it was said that you could make some real potent stuff with vampire ashes. Kepli crouches before the heap of ash that was once a vampire, trying to act like he's just examining it. But as soon as he notices nobody is looking at him, he quickly pinches some of the ash and puts it in one of his many belts.
"Trust me buddy, your death was not in vain. You'll bring up a nice small fortune."
The halfling scratches his goatee and nods, trying to look inquisitive. He mutters some words to himself, really trying to cover up his act.
"Hm, yes. Interesting. Quite interesting indeed."
After finishing 'examining' the remains, he gets up and joins in on the conversation between his Thiefling chief and the dwarf he knew as Yarik. He was probably the one Kepli had most contact with since joining the little guard house. And with contact that mainly meant gambling.
"-question the Vamps to see what their take on the situation is. Who they've been doing business with recently, and who might have the most cause to want to do this to them and their kind... might be they'll be uncooperative or unhelpful, but at least they won't be able to put this shit on us."
Acting like he had heard the entire conversation, Kepli just joins in without too much hassle. He strides up to the two with confidence and wit his arms on his hips.
"Ah, that should be easy enough. I still have an old buddy. Like... literally old. I think he's counting 402 years now or something. Bloody skeletons. Really weird if yo-... I digress. He still owes me some gambling money. And I'm willing to bet he's up for talking in exchange for wiping away that debt. I can always steal his skull again if he's not willing to help.
The halfling let's out a snicker as he recalls the good old times. He looks up at the sky as his mind carries him far away from the whole situation here. A couple of moments pass before he shakes his head and turns back to the present. He looks at the bottle of booze in the dwarf his hands and points at it.
"You gonna finish that?"
"Trust me buddy, your death was not in vain. You'll bring up a nice small fortune."
The halfling scratches his goatee and nods, trying to look inquisitive. He mutters some words to himself, really trying to cover up his act.
"Hm, yes. Interesting. Quite interesting indeed."
After finishing 'examining' the remains, he gets up and joins in on the conversation between his Thiefling chief and the dwarf he knew as Yarik. He was probably the one Kepli had most contact with since joining the little guard house. And with contact that mainly meant gambling.
"-question the Vamps to see what their take on the situation is. Who they've been doing business with recently, and who might have the most cause to want to do this to them and their kind... might be they'll be uncooperative or unhelpful, but at least they won't be able to put this shit on us."
Acting like he had heard the entire conversation, Kepli just joins in without too much hassle. He strides up to the two with confidence and wit his arms on his hips.
"Ah, that should be easy enough. I still have an old buddy. Like... literally old. I think he's counting 402 years now or something. Bloody skeletons. Really weird if yo-... I digress. He still owes me some gambling money. And I'm willing to bet he's up for talking in exchange for wiping away that debt. I can always steal his skull again if he's not willing to help.
The halfling let's out a snicker as he recalls the good old times. He looks up at the sky as his mind carries him far away from the whole situation here. A couple of moments pass before he shakes his head and turns back to the present. He looks at the bottle of booze in the dwarf his hands and points at it.
"You gonna finish that?"
My apologies for my long absence. Things have been quite hectic at home. First time I get the chance to sit down behind my pc really. I shall write something up tomorrow.
My apologies for my long abscence. Things have been quite hectic at home. First time I get the chance to sit down behind my pc really. Tomorrow we shall continue this lovely story arc.
@SheriffLlama You can enter the meeting if you want. Write something up that a the same courier hadn't left and tells that the new adviser of Dieuporteille has arrived or something.
@Rithy Very well. Your character will be joining us -after- the council then.
@SheriffLlama You can enter the meeting if you want. Write something up that a the same courier hadn't left and tells that the new adviser of Dieuporteille has arrived or something.
@Rithy Very well. Your character will be joining us -after- the council then.
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