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Eh, depends? I'm typically not off in terms of staying true to whatever source I'm basing my claims on (assuming problems don't occur between consciousness and fingers and I don't end up with something entirely different from what I intended to type), but as far as sources go, not all of them are equal, and thus I'm reassessing my knowledge-base all the time. How much cross-referencing I do also depends on how much "weight" I put into the given content - so I might end up with more sheets of paper with numbers on them than actual text when writing hard sci-fi but just wing it based on some interesting article I read a while back for a scifi RP or soft-scifi piece that's not so hard on details.
Incidentally, I'm almost always inclined to rewrite much of my older hard scifi, just because it no longer reads as sufficiently plausible to me. Note that many things I write are blatantly false and/or contradictory just because the characters themselves have misconceptions. If I as me say something dubious, though, feel free to offer counter-points.

Ironically, not entirely sure about the comments on steel and iron, depending on source:
Carbon Steel 1425 - 1540°C
Cast Iron 1175 - 1290°C
Alternatively, another source claims the following, leaving us with "which steel, which iron?":
Steel, Carbon 1425 - 1540°C
Steel, Stainless 1510°C
Iron, Wrought 1482 - 1593°C
Iron, Gray Cast 1127 - 1204°C
Iron, Ductile 1149°C
Other sources will state different values:
Iron, out of the ground, melts at around 1510 degrees C (2750°F). Steel often melts at around 1370 degrees C (2500°F).

I also just about became acutely aware of the similarities between Angora and Jillian's fathers (minus the acquisition of the raw materials, probably).
Hmm. Jack, did you by any chance end up looking at videos of people poking at and/or trying to shovel lava?

Also, "have your cake and eat it, too" allegedly used to be the other way around - "eat your cake and have it, too". Makes a lot more sense that way...

@cthulu: Would you like to share travel commentaries at some point? I'll try to post later today - been a bit hectic on this side...

Ah yes - and I'll be in Frankfurt in June, once again. Will probably remain pseudo-present, though.
In Mahz's Dev Journal 8 yrs ago Forum: News
Shall I give you a few more examples, LegendBegins?

Otherwise, Shien approves of the s.
Curious that Jillian would persist to refer to Gerald as "Remdal", rather than "Glass" (given his apparent distaste for the man, and obvious preference for his "real" surname.)

@cthulu: Would you by any chance like me to post something for Aemoten, too (seeing how my last bit was pretty much entirely Etakar)? On one hand, I had figured she might want to react in some way, on the other, I might have not given you much to respond to...

@Dark Jack Still alive?
A couple of notes about the things I asked Legion in a chat: Angora is essentially just guessing that the "thing" is from another plane, the penin started having disagreements because they went poking at the sword with just a bit of questionable desires in their minds to begin with, and the "thing" had a similar effect on them as it did on Angora, amplifying said feelings, and the "explosion of the being's escape" had nothing to do with the being, but was rather just a slight accident involving the sword's magical-energy-channeling properties ... and nightmares are still nightmares, amped further by the "thing".
*eyes our underground-bunker-office's food stash, which is a notable pile that is about eighty percent cookies*

I think I could mail you all some cookies. Would that work?

I voice-acted through the entire Iridiel-Angora conversation just to make sure - including me trying to mimic the speech-pattern of someone who doesn't know the language, with pauses included where Iridiel was searching for words (and then other pauses for when I was accounting for the described actions and just reading over the rest of the post).
In its entirety, it clocked in at six minutes and thirty-eight seconds in total, which is some time, to be certain, but not that long (the point where Legion's post mentions that the others were making their way over - "Angora shook her head and kept quiet as Iridiel continued, whilst the others began to make their way over towards them, sitting at the fire." - came in at about five minutes). Entirely conceivable that one would spend it just gathering wood. And I kind of imagine that Jaelnec would knowingly avoid that general area while he thinks Angora might be still washing up because, well, naked Angora (and I'd figure he's both too bashful and too much of a gentleman to risk coming face-to-face with her in her bare state).
I'll second Nessa - probably discuss the situation with Olan (remind you - he wasn't there for much of Angora/Iridiel/Domhnall's discussion, because Aemoten had lead him off, but Olan was still there and heard everything the three said), or, indeed, have a little discussion with Roct, what with the new relevations.
Jack's turn in the IC on this side. Currently waiting for @cthulu in the collab.
Domhnall MacRaith

He listened in silence when Iridiel haltingly explained about their home ... diverse as it was in terrain and climate, it was indeed perhaps not the most densely populated. One could only begin to picture the contrast between a small mountain town or a jungle village and what those folks here considered a city. Even though Domhnall was the one more comfortable with strangers out of the two, he would probably feel quite out of place indeed. But at least the trade was wont to be good ... Zerul City would not be as derelict as many of the lesser settlements, one could at least presume. Only once they see the life or lack of it in a truly big place would they be able to gauge how many had truly been lost to the terrible plague these people evidently hunted.
The scene changed quickly, though, when Aemoten and Jaelnec approached - against his suggestions and assurances, Angora's nerves got the best of her and rather than stay and explain herself in her own words, she effectively fled the scene. Not too surprisingly, the warrior's voice cut through the air, commanding the woman to halt as he held out a hand, as if to reach after her. The human man's expression hardly changed, though there was this slight ... clenching of his jaw, maybe? Yep, probably not too pleased with this course of events. Whatever negative reaction he had, though, the warrior appeared to repress those immediately, opting to inquire about the success or lack of it instead.
Back to business, ey? The leader of those people really did not come across as the sort to dally about and make small talk when there were things to get done... Wasn't the one to always use the simplest of terms, either, although he, too, was supposedly a foreigner - by his general features, and slight accent, which made the Rodorian words seem less fluent, somehow harder and more distinct. The male forestfolk figured the man must have been living in those lands for far longer than he and Iridiel had traversed them.
He did not interject as Iridiel - who appeared to have taken the newcomer to heart - tried to explain what she could in her broken Rodorian, only occasionally quietly clarifying what Aemoten was saying when he chose less than obvious manner to express his thoughts. (He is just tired and worried, I think, not angry, and doesn't want anyone dead. He wants to know whether there are others who have been possessed, like Angora was, and whether you could subdue the ... thing again, if need be. He also says he wants to ensure the safety of his people first, especially after ... whatever happened earlier today. He'll be thankful if you talked to Angora.)
Once Iridiel had gone her way and the man announced he and Thaler would be going ahead, he was left in a bit of a predicament. Absently scratching his neck, he stared off in the direction his companion and their new acquaintance had gone off to.
Should he inform him of Angora's intentions in her stead? If he was going away for a while and leaving his squire in charge, it would only complicate things further, no? How did she even expect to serve out the dept she had proclaimed if she was going to flee at the sight of - evidently the higher-ranked - half of the group? In the end, he decided it was not a matter he wanted to discuss when the individual it pertained most was not even present.
"Think no'," the latter finally noted, looking back at the stern warrior. And so off he and his hellbeast went, leaving the younger black-eyes standing there. He half-expected for the guy to speak up, but the silence that followed was effectively long enough to yield some ground to awkwardness. Eventually, it was the older black-eyes who spoke up.
“We should probably gather a bit of firewood or something, you know? Maybe get some food ready. All this talking about eating has gotten me a bit hungry, I think...” It appeared the squire agreed with te notion, if only because it would help them get ready sooner.
Domhnall shrugged. "Coul' do with firewoo', I s'pose. Guess we're movin' camp again, ra'her than goin' back tae the ol' one?"

The next couple of minutes were spent assembling his supplies and picking up his spear again, followed by gathering up an armful of twigs and a large handful of dry lichen and what appeared to be an old long-abandoned nest of some small bird, suitable for starting fire. All of those were deposited quite close to the stream Angora had referred to, near to where Iridiel had seated herself, the spear and his bag leaned against a tree, the rest just dropped by an mostly-bare patch of land. He avoided looking in the direction of the stream itself, though - it had been made clear that the local people were quite shy, and there was little reason to assume that Angora would be any different now that she was back to her human manners.
Some more time was taken up by him going back to gather up even more food for fire - this time mostly larger fallen branches that would take a bit more time to burn up. Twigs had been quite easy to find, what with all the shrubbery concealing their path to the spot when they had first encountered the gray brute, proper firewood, with large trees being sparse over here, had been a bit more difficult to get together a meaningful amount of. By the time he returned to where Iridiel had been left, Angora had already returned (one could only imagine she had hurried up cleaning herself up as much as possible, lest she became too numb to feel a thing all over), now much cleaner and wearing Iridiel's cloak and seated seated next to the highlander herself, who had begun trying to get a fire going.
Without further ado, Domhnall dropped his pile of bigger branches next to the pile of twigs, and took seat on his companion's other hand.
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