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We've just arrived at a safehouse, and two new members should be joining? I think two.
Well folks, finally back from my several month hiatus, how are all of you holding up?
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welcome back hombre
IC you've been gone about 2 hours or something
no joke.
"Hold on, this show isn't over yet!" Adrianne called over to them,
Zhevon responded with a flat, "What," before being pushed back to the rear wall of the Taurox as the Psyker gunned the engine once again. He rolled his eyes and decided to just sit there and wait it out, making sure Cath didn't roll over or move too much. Even though he wasn't seeing out of the viewports, he could hear the near misses and the honking of horns. Adrianne must have been pulling off more than a few close calls. While for Cath this may have been a terror show, Zhevon knew better. With nothing much else to do aside from sit, try not to get thrown around, and try to make sure Cath didn't get thrown around, he thought about the ride he was currently on. Was it really reckless driving if the driver could predict all movements of traffic? As Cath began to yell as the pain got worse, Zhevon began to look for some sort of medkit... Although his search wouldn't be very fruitful with just his eyes. He did notice several shelves tucked underneath the seats in the back.
Adrianne then yelled to hold on. Zhevon braced himself and when the brakes were locked into place, he slid across the floor of the Taurox. He caught a seat and opened the box underneath it. Magazines. He crawled to the next and opened it, revealing a large sized medkit. He assumed correctly, any good big-game hunter would carry a medkit around. Well, any person with sense and a car like this would keep a medkit in it. He flipped the locks on it and rummaged through the gauze, antibiotics, looking for the painkillers while Cath continued to yell curses. After a second, he found several autoinjectors of painkillers. He grabbed one and stuck it in Cath's thigh, although it wouldn't fix any of her injuries, it would dull the pain.
He tapped his comms, "If you two are done competing, I would like to add a reminder that we have a person here with numerous injuries. Who has probably sustained even more injuries on the ride here." He closed his eyes for a moment and sat on a nearby seat, switching off his mic, "I am terribly sorry about this. They tend to get passionate."
Zhevon responded with a flat, "What," before being pushed back to the rear wall of the Taurox as the Psyker gunned the engine once again. He rolled his eyes and decided to just sit there and wait it out, making sure Cath didn't roll over or move too much. Even though he wasn't seeing out of the viewports, he could hear the near misses and the honking of horns. Adrianne must have been pulling off more than a few close calls. While for Cath this may have been a terror show, Zhevon knew better. With nothing much else to do aside from sit, try not to get thrown around, and try to make sure Cath didn't get thrown around, he thought about the ride he was currently on. Was it really reckless driving if the driver could predict all movements of traffic? As Cath began to yell as the pain got worse, Zhevon began to look for some sort of medkit... Although his search wouldn't be very fruitful with just his eyes. He did notice several shelves tucked underneath the seats in the back.
Adrianne then yelled to hold on. Zhevon braced himself and when the brakes were locked into place, he slid across the floor of the Taurox. He caught a seat and opened the box underneath it. Magazines. He crawled to the next and opened it, revealing a large sized medkit. He assumed correctly, any good big-game hunter would carry a medkit around. Well, any person with sense and a car like this would keep a medkit in it. He flipped the locks on it and rummaged through the gauze, antibiotics, looking for the painkillers while Cath continued to yell curses. After a second, he found several autoinjectors of painkillers. He grabbed one and stuck it in Cath's thigh, although it wouldn't fix any of her injuries, it would dull the pain.
He tapped his comms, "If you two are done competing, I would like to add a reminder that we have a person here with numerous injuries. Who has probably sustained even more injuries on the ride here." He closed his eyes for a moment and sat on a nearby seat, switching off his mic, "I am terribly sorry about this. They tend to get passionate."
I've got a good amount of work to do tonight, so I'll be posting tomorrow night.
Just a heads up
Just a heads up
A real ghost! Ihri recalled what her Uncle had told her about ghosts. There were many different kinds, some locked in an endless repeat of their final moments, others vengeful for what had happened, some had unfinished business, and many more reasons. Most of the time people who died would unintentionally become ghosts and end up not realizing that they had become ghosts, resulting in some strange occurrences. The ghosts to watch out for were the self-aware ones, like Sabara standing in front of her. They knew of their ability to phase through solid walls, their transparency, some even had the ability to possess inanimate objects. Particularly powerful ones, even living beings. Where fear and caution should be, only curiosity stayed. Ihri as a small child had witnessed her Uncle speak to ghosts before, but she had never seen them. Her Uncle said that they could shroud themselves entirely from people they did not want seeing them, and while they enjoyed little Ihri's company, they thought that their gruesome appearance would frighten her.
Sabara did not look gruesome at all however. Ihri wondered why she became a ghost, an injustice? Unfinished business? An oath perhaps? She was a mage apprentice in life, perhaps this was intentional? The ghost floated closer.
"But what I want to know is more about you. Who you are, why you came to this place, and how come you know so much about magic yourself." She spoke.
The ghost had a point, not many mages had as much knowledge as she did. A grand majority studies under a single master, who studied a single craft in a single language, usually with the local dialect. Those that travel and witness other magics are not always so open minded to leaning the new magics they see as well.
"Ah, well, I um," She blushed lightly. She wasn't very used to this sort of talk, about herself. Most people were uninterested, and the ones she travels with are rather quiet, "I'm Ihri Vozal, I study magic under..." She thought, Uncle Bones had a formal title, what was it? "Tzud'Khozok the Undying Watcher, but I just call him Uncle Bones. He had something to do so he sent me here to find a job. He's spent his whole life studying the magic of the world, he started to teach me when I was small."
The Bartender rose an eyebrow at the mention of the name. He continued to wipe down the bar.
"An old friend said to me, 'a mile long but an inch deep'. I know lots about magic theory, but putting it into practice is harder." She gave a shrugging smile.
Sabara did not look gruesome at all however. Ihri wondered why she became a ghost, an injustice? Unfinished business? An oath perhaps? She was a mage apprentice in life, perhaps this was intentional? The ghost floated closer.
"But what I want to know is more about you. Who you are, why you came to this place, and how come you know so much about magic yourself." She spoke.
The ghost had a point, not many mages had as much knowledge as she did. A grand majority studies under a single master, who studied a single craft in a single language, usually with the local dialect. Those that travel and witness other magics are not always so open minded to leaning the new magics they see as well.
"Ah, well, I um," She blushed lightly. She wasn't very used to this sort of talk, about herself. Most people were uninterested, and the ones she travels with are rather quiet, "I'm Ihri Vozal, I study magic under..." She thought, Uncle Bones had a formal title, what was it? "Tzud'Khozok the Undying Watcher, but I just call him Uncle Bones. He had something to do so he sent me here to find a job. He's spent his whole life studying the magic of the world, he started to teach me when I was small."
The Bartender rose an eyebrow at the mention of the name. He continued to wipe down the bar.
"An old friend said to me, 'a mile long but an inch deep'. I know lots about magic theory, but putting it into practice is harder." She gave a shrugging smile.
Yeah I intended to post last night but I passed out, I'll get a post up later today.
@Skyrte
I look forward to seeing your sheet. Now that we have an actual idea of what your character would be like, I'm sure most of us will be much more receptive to having your demigod be a child of one of our characters.
Who have you asked so far?
While it perhaps isn't the best fit, Zephyrion could be one parent of a demigod of smithing. It also helps that he's possibly on the best terms with Teknall after they built the Celestial Citadel together.
Nobody yet, directly, kinda shy about it. Once I get the character sheet up, I'll maybe ask then.
Teknall will make your demi when he deems it appropriate. If we get a mother then he can be born relatively early. But otherwise there will be a bit of waiting.
But what would a demigod of smithing do in the absence of civilisation, anyway?
Do you have a character sheet we could look at by any chance? It might help people make decisions.
As for life, I'm thinking of having Teknall create earth elementals, with the initial purpose of being a defence against the Ashlings. To generalise their purpose, their level of aggression would be proportional to violence of the target. So creatures like Ashlings, eldritch abominations out to consume the world and blood-thirsty predators would make them really mad, but docile creatures like most beasts and the White Giants would be left alone.
For sentient life, we all know what Teknall wants. Dwarves. Or at least a race functionally similar.
Alright, I can wait. I wanted to claim a mountain and work on a dorf fortress esque place, and a nomadic tribe of people would stumble on it, that's how that civilization would start. They would have ended up like dwarves. Pretty much.
I don't have a character sheet made yet, but I'll work on it tonight, expect it in something like... Six hours? Maybe four.
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Sure. I'll get him posted some time.
Also, I suppose I should get on the species building train. I've made common trees so far, which are useful, but not very interesting.
@Skyrte I have been considering how to get your demigod into the world. If we can't decide on a mother, it would be quite natural for Teknall to craft your demigod, especially if he's made of stone. In such a case, he would do so after civilisation has taken root and Teknall realises that micromanaging the entirety of civilisation across Galbar is something he needs help with.
As for water, yeah, rivers and lakes would be good. He have enough precipitation to create such things. Hael said Vulamera would be creating another ocean too, so that will help.
Alright. Although I kinda want a first-gen Demi. Perhaps Teknall could predict that micro'ing civilizations would be a pretty difficult task, and make the demi earlier?
Also putting out a final call thing, if anyone wants to be the other parent of my Demi of Smithing, now would be a good time to say so.
Zhevon saw Adrianne press the garage door open button with her psychic abilities, but nothing happened. Maybe the door was malfunctioning? Or dust in the air was interfering with it's signal, it's not every day a mansion gets pounded by an artillery strike. She grumbled, clearly displeased. Zhevon thought of going out and lifting the gate himself, it would be a relatively easy task compared to some of the things he's had to lift before in the past, but his Psyker suddenly shouted,
"Screw this, we're using this armored truck for what it's good for!" and floored the gas. The gate despite it's purpose as a gate didn't even slow the raging Taurox APC, smashing through as if it weren't there. The sudden acceleration pushed the Inquisitor back into the ring of the turret. He liked this machine more and more, although it's driver was a little too quick to jump into action. He glanced back to Cath, the acceleration should only just move the stretcher, but he had to make sure. Adrianne shouted that they had company, and as Zhevon fought against the inertia to get back upright into the turret, he heard the distinct pang then sizzle of lasgun fire on armor. Luckily the Taurox, even though lightly armored, had enough armor to defend its occupants against lasgun fire. Although anything much larger than that would probably punch through. Adrianne remarked that they weren't welcome.
Zhevon grabbed the gun controls and swung the turret around, sighting in the twin-linked autocannons. He stopped once he got a good eye in on his targets, they wore very familiar armor, and he spotted a Leman Russ tank near them as well. He leaned over,
"Adrianne, they appear to be-!" He was pushed back into the turret ring by the sudden burst of speed, "Guardsmen!"
Although he had no guarantee that she heard him. He saw that she was driving them into the gardens. Undoubtably would be rougher terrain, Zhevon climbed out of the turret as the Taurox ran over shrubberies, small trees, even a stone statue. He struggled to make his way to the back, making it just in time to hear,
"I hope you guys remembered your seatbelts!"
Zhevon took extra care to make sure that Cath didn't fly too far away or too far up from her make shift stretcher. Then came the landing. After a few moments of stabilizing, Zhevon got back up. Likely with bruised knees and elbows.
"Those looked like guardsmen, didn't they?" Adrianne asked, looking out the window slits.
Then the weaponfire towards them halted, "Yeah, I think they were Guardsmen, or PDF." Zhevon groaned a reply, "Alright... Let's head back to the safehouse."
Their comms crackled to life when they heard jet engines approaching.
“This is Celestian Aviza to Inquisitor Zhevon and squad, I am rapidly approaching your position. Currently heading back to the safe house to send to a couple injures then will make my way to Ecclesiarchal Chapel to report the findings to Canoness Superior Andromedai once healed. Keep in mind that she will undoubtedly want your presence there alongside mine for the report. Also, head’s up in about ten seconds.”
Roughly ten seconds later the engines ended up right above them, then roared away as the ship flew off.
Zhevon sighed, "She must have requisitioned a transport." he stated the obvious, his day was about to get a good amount worse. Having to apologize to the Commander of those Guardsmen, if they even knew, explaining the botched mission to the Canoness Superior, who would no doubt give them an earful. Although they were a daemon-hunting team, not exactly a cult infiltration team. He turned to Cath behind him, "Are you alight? That was a rather bumpy ride."
"Screw this, we're using this armored truck for what it's good for!" and floored the gas. The gate despite it's purpose as a gate didn't even slow the raging Taurox APC, smashing through as if it weren't there. The sudden acceleration pushed the Inquisitor back into the ring of the turret. He liked this machine more and more, although it's driver was a little too quick to jump into action. He glanced back to Cath, the acceleration should only just move the stretcher, but he had to make sure. Adrianne shouted that they had company, and as Zhevon fought against the inertia to get back upright into the turret, he heard the distinct pang then sizzle of lasgun fire on armor. Luckily the Taurox, even though lightly armored, had enough armor to defend its occupants against lasgun fire. Although anything much larger than that would probably punch through. Adrianne remarked that they weren't welcome.
Zhevon grabbed the gun controls and swung the turret around, sighting in the twin-linked autocannons. He stopped once he got a good eye in on his targets, they wore very familiar armor, and he spotted a Leman Russ tank near them as well. He leaned over,
"Adrianne, they appear to be-!" He was pushed back into the turret ring by the sudden burst of speed, "Guardsmen!"
Although he had no guarantee that she heard him. He saw that she was driving them into the gardens. Undoubtably would be rougher terrain, Zhevon climbed out of the turret as the Taurox ran over shrubberies, small trees, even a stone statue. He struggled to make his way to the back, making it just in time to hear,
"I hope you guys remembered your seatbelts!"
Zhevon took extra care to make sure that Cath didn't fly too far away or too far up from her make shift stretcher. Then came the landing. After a few moments of stabilizing, Zhevon got back up. Likely with bruised knees and elbows.
"Those looked like guardsmen, didn't they?" Adrianne asked, looking out the window slits.
Then the weaponfire towards them halted, "Yeah, I think they were Guardsmen, or PDF." Zhevon groaned a reply, "Alright... Let's head back to the safehouse."
Their comms crackled to life when they heard jet engines approaching.
“This is Celestian Aviza to Inquisitor Zhevon and squad, I am rapidly approaching your position. Currently heading back to the safe house to send to a couple injures then will make my way to Ecclesiarchal Chapel to report the findings to Canoness Superior Andromedai once healed. Keep in mind that she will undoubtedly want your presence there alongside mine for the report. Also, head’s up in about ten seconds.”
Roughly ten seconds later the engines ended up right above them, then roared away as the ship flew off.
Zhevon sighed, "She must have requisitioned a transport." he stated the obvious, his day was about to get a good amount worse. Having to apologize to the Commander of those Guardsmen, if they even knew, explaining the botched mission to the Canoness Superior, who would no doubt give them an earful. Although they were a daemon-hunting team, not exactly a cult infiltration team. He turned to Cath behind him, "Are you alight? That was a rather bumpy ride."
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