Ontos

Starting Again (Fleeter and Ontos)

We can always reboot it if need be. Hit me up on IRC when you're free.

New Game Plus (MuttonHawk and Ontos)

He cursed under his breath, and his face pretty much made his feelings obvious. Cassarah didn't know. Not at this time. His mind raced through the possibilities of her knowing the prophecy. There had to be something he could do now. A year was too long to wait. Leneas looked at the impatient Cassarah, taken by sudden surprise by his question. This was going to be tricky. He wondered if he could try to guide her thoughts in the right direction. After all, she did mention that she knew something. "I'll make you a deal, Cassarah," Leneas leaned back now, a little more confident. He had a plan. "Show me a particular book in your collection, and I'll tell you everything about Astech." His smug smile became a little more genial as he waited for her response. "I'm related to this just as deep as you are."

Starting Again (Fleeter and Ontos)

Well, I could take over as GM. Or play a female character.

Dead Outside (Spellbound and Ontos)

Sorry, got busy.

Starting Again (Fleeter and Ontos)

Got busy, but I'll try to post. Pathfinder stuff.

New Game Plus (MuttonHawk and Ontos)

Got a bit busy. But I'll post.

New Game Plus (MuttonHawk and Ontos)

Leneas smiled a little bit when he thought about Astech. Not about the future, at least, of the original timeline. More about the past. Astech was a demon that towered over just about everyone, and a man who babied Leneas at every turn. He also taught Leneas how to use a sword and cast spells. "Well..." Leneas's voice trailed off. He wondered if he could mention all that to Cassarah. He didn't even mention that to anyone in his party in the original timeline. "Well..." his voice and thoughts went into the distance, again. Leneas could mention Astech's size, perhaps? His three eyes? His red skin, and ridiculously well-toned body? The horns? The tail? "Well... Where do we start... uh..." Leneas started grinning like an idiot again. A few hours in a nicer, less demon-invaded world, and he started to feel like a complete naive fool again. Wasn't there Cassarah's prophecy? The one that failed to convince anyone until it was too late. "Do you know anything about a demon invasion, Cass? I mean, Cassarah?" he asked. Leneas stopped grinning, though he was still pretty damn sure the awkward expression he had on his face was still too obvious.

Starting Again (Fleeter and Ontos)

Luca shuddered when the shop Zhijiru in mind had come into view. The Crimson Cottage. The most expensive shop in the village, and one rightfully so. Steaks worth the price of slaves in old tales, and drinks that bathed the tongue in wondrous yet sensible flavours that hurt the purse more than a talented bandit. The bell's ring made him cringe, though more of a surprise than anything else. Zhijiru's enthusiasm was quite appreciated, but Luca didn't expect them to eat here of all places. No one was here, other than the man managing the counter. A man called Bill, and probably someone who could beat up Zhijiru and Luca both with his bare hands in normal circumstances. Luca spent a moment to pray that the situation would never get that far, before following Jiru into the store proper. Bill's introduction to the store wasn't necessary (Luca's former mentor used to eat here once or twice, usually after a good deal), but the explanation calmed down Luca a bit. Perhaps Jiru wouldn't do anything risky. "Yeah..." Luca decided to let Zhijiru do the talking. A bad move would make him persona non grata. "Jiru... what do you intend on getting? I'll just have that."

Dead Outside (Spellbound and Ontos)

"It's a self-made name. Well..." Ash sighed. Her life wasn't exactly pretty. She occasionally dealt with thugs who saw themselves as the Last-Man-on-Earth. She rarely took the initiative to end them, but when they got overwhelmed, Ash dealt the finishing blow just so that they would not turn. The meat kept that way. "I hunt for food." She scratched her head, trying to find a way in her mind that made it sound less grim. "From reasonable sources. I mean, I don't kill anyone who isn't already going to die, and I have a reasonable expectation of who's going to live or die." Ash shrugged, giving Rose a look of that pretty much meant 'perhaps, but probably not'. "I'd be a treat for any living scientists who's looking for a cure, but I'm guessing they'll consider me legally dead and dissect me." She knew of others that were like her, but in different ways. Some of the zombies were intelligent, but not on a 'conversational basis'. They knew how humans worked, and targeted them in clever and cunning ways. They were like animalistic hunters looking for prey. "There are. But they're dicks." Ash felt a little crestfallen when she saw Rose manage her wound. The soldier would probably die of blood loss first before the infection got her. "Do you think you can contact your relatives, or friends?"

Starting Again (Fleeter and Ontos)

Oh... dear.