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... collab time?


Google Doc it.
@xCRAZYxFACEx, we're at Nightgate, time for Fulrog to shine.
Hopefully the new Mahz will be sharper with all that edge.
Granted, now they're too worried to let their sweetie pie leave the basement.

I wish it's warmer outside.
When I'm free to write it, Roze will probably head back to the elevator to see if she can help the wounded.


Gotta work that novice med.

Thanks for electing not to roll the dice and totally torch DK, Niernen! :D


Posted underground group for now, boat later today or tomorrow, Keegan two days from now.

Some things you can do:

-Convince Narivar to stand down and spit out his key. Need two people to succeed.
-Disarm the two surviving Dunmers. You can try asking them or suprise them by force.
-Getting some payback on Hlaalu, who is trapped underneath rubbles.
-Loot the centurion.
-Go back out for fresh air and check on the wounded.
After being put through the ringer for as long as they could remember, the mercenaries in Bthamz experienced a rare success, let alone one that could have very well been a failure. The centurion remained immobilized just long enough for Roze and an Ashlander to trigger valves flanking its sides. Additional steam thanks to Niernen blasting open the overhead pipes disallowed it from taking any defensive or offensive measures. Two hot water tanks rumbled and groaned, and within harrowing seconds, cracks started to appear on their brass surfaces. The one Roze tempered with collapsed first, with leaks undermining lower supports and tumbling straight into the centurion. On the contrary, the Ashlander didn't get far with his luck. As his tanks exploded right in the middle, sending giant chunks of metals flying, one of which exacted vengeance on its saboteur, killing the Ashlander. However, most of the pieces flew at the centurion. Combined with the first toppling tank, the centurion appeared to have collapsed and no longer functioning, or that's what it seemed as the steams cleared.

At the same time, many other mechanisms exploded or went haywire in their own ways. In the room center, the Dunmers accompanying Hlaalu were killed by a variety of hazards. Narivar and his companion were affected as well. As soon as Do'Karth made his entrance, Narivar's partner charged forth with a chitin dagger. Narivar tried to hold him back, but to his disappointment, the only thing his tribesman got was falling debris from above. A jet of steam first damaged his face, then, a piece of ceiling foundation smashed the dark elf flat. Sounds of the centurion collapsing brought both Narivar and Do'Karth out of their focus, when they finaly returned to each other, Narivar was still standing with glass spear in one hand, and the Dwemer key in the other.

Besides Narivar, the remaining survivors of his company were the two Dunmers near the doorway, both decided to follow Niernen in a mass of confusion. Hlaalu was alive as well, though he was half-buried underneath a pile of rubble.

"It's over." Madura observed, coming out of whatever hidey-hole he went into. "Wait, where is Narivar?" The journalist swung his head around wildly. "Brother, are you out there?"

Seeing nothing around, Madura leaped right into the room center. Edith came by not fast enough to stop his stupidity, for the second time, it seemed. With a grumble, she followed Madura over the centurion carcass. Stepping carefully as if to not awaken a sleeping beast. Nothing moved on the machine, saved for pieces left dangling from impact. Still, steam and dust lingered around. The visibility cleared slightly because everything that could blow up had already blown up. To people outside, clouds of hot vapor streamed out steadily. To the people inside, however, the room remained a choking, sweating and blinding mess. Moisture clung to armor, clothing and skin, making already on-edge folks feeling even less reasonable.

"You're still alive!" Madura exclaimed once he made it past the scrap heap. Seeing Narivar in a standoff with Do'Karth, Madura ran forward to defuse the situation. He didn't go anywhere, for Edith finally caught up and tackled the journalist to the ground.

"That's enough trouble you're causing today." Edith berated. She proceeded to tie Madura's limbs up with a length of rope and gag his loud mouth with a handkerchief.

"Yes I am," Narivar said, "and unlike many of my brothers." He looked forlornly at several dead Ashlanders through the thinning mist. "I don't care what kind of pirates, gravediggers, thieves or lowlifes you are, but you will not steal treasures rightfully belonging to my king." The elf stood firm.

"This key opens what we all sought after," he emphasized on the object in his offhand and the door behind him, "and you shall not take it from me alive!" He stuffed it in his mouth and swallowed in one fell swoop. After that, he talked again after gulping down the object. "Madura is right about one thing though," speaking with the obvious difficulty of metal in his throat, "this day does not need to have more deaths, your deaths; so leave right now!"

Marching up to Do'Karth's side, Edith stared uncomfortably at the dead Dunmer between them and Narivar. Clearly, that person was not getting up again, because his head was crushed like a spoiled tomato. "We got him outnumbered," Edith whispered her assessment to the Khajiit, "go left, I'll attack from the right."
Update will be a bit delayed. Sorry guys, thug lyfe claimed the better part of my day.
@gcold



If you're really into aliens, you would have liked Roswell, while they're trying to move away from the alien themed in town, they changed their green cop cars, and green Walmart to normal ones, there are still restaurants that play into the alien themes, along with a UFO museum, and apparently, there's a place near the crash landing where it's another museum. There was a place called UFO Self-Storage, and one of the banks had a flying saucer as their logo. One mexican restaurant had alien mariachis painted on the walls outside. And a bar called the Landing, where it had a flying saucer on the outside. There was even a smoke shop called Area 420.

On a side note, I'm working on several posts today, so I imagine that I should have a post for this up by today.


Eyy lmao.

Thanks a lot for the pics. Sounds like Roswell is a pretty neat place. I'll be sure to visit it and get my dose of Area 420 when I have the chance. That is, if I don't get abducted by UFOs; you didn't come away with strange probing marks, did you?

Next post will be roughly two days. Cooking up FoC first so I can have more stuff to reference in Solveig the Shield-Maiden.
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Arigato, Obama-san


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