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7 yrs ago
Current you can never really tell if a person is looking out from behind their own eyes, or if the eyes are being piloted by tiny mice in swivel-chairs.
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7 yrs ago
If you have Ghosts, You have everything
7 yrs ago
ALL HAIL THE GLOW CLOUD
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7 yrs ago
You aren't a true historian until you want to die because you have to properly cite 70 different footnotes on your 20 page paper at 1 AM the day it is due
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7 yrs ago
Prayer does nothing. Demand change from your representatives. This is the ONLY country where mass shootings are a regular occurrence.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psYQl2wmgyU

College student at a state college in the American Pacific Northwest. I am studying history to go into an education masters program, and then hopefully go teach high schoolers, also going for a political science minor since I keep taking polysci classes :V . Positive Nihilist, leftie, enjoy in depth discussion of topics/fun tangents, also enjoy being left alone... depends on the day. I also am not a fan of capitalizing the beginning of a sentence. why does it need a capital letter? there's already a punctuation mark before it! (he says as he continues to capitalize the word "I")

Other interests include:
-Overwatch: support/Junkrat main. #freefuey
-Combat Robotics: and if you're like me and are too poor to actually build shit but want to pretend you've made something anyway, check out ARC (http://s10.zetaboards.com/Drowning_City_Forums/index/). /cross-forum plug :V
-also in the vein of robotics, I volunteer through the FIRST (for Inspiration and Recognition of Science and Technology) Robotics Competition community. FIRST puts on a lot of really cool robotics based events for schoolchildren, and I do encourage you to check out their events and/or get into volunteering if you're into that sort of thing. it's also a gigantic commitment and probably not as much fun for people who aren't as into it as I am :V . still, go take like 3 minutes to watch this, this shit is so cool! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GjDSCT96K2w
-Hearthstone (fuck cubelock amirit I definitely dont love cubelock or anything)
-MtG (and by that I mean I dick around with a group hug commander deck with my friends)
-I play Sheik in one of the Super Smash brothers games but I forget which one. pretty sure it's not melee :V

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E P I S O D E I: R E B I R T H

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July 17th, 2017 - 19:54 | Stonechat Museum - St. Roch

Entering into the museum, Rose immediately began to analyze her surroundings. The front desk was empty, blood stains on the chain indicated a body had either slumped below the desk or been dragged out of the chair. Security guards were strewn around the room, many of them disembowled, the claws of the lion-man surely the murder weapon.

Suddenly the deafening silence was broken by a cough as Rose turned towards the sound. Her hands steadied her weapon as she directed it to the source of the noise, noticing a guard who was still clinging to life. His chest heaved slowly up and downs as he coughed again, crimson bloodying his lips as he struggled to breath.

"Quickly...to him," whispered Lizard, pointing at their half-breathing security guard. As Lizard soon let her senses become more in-tune with her surrounding. Her 'gator' sense, becoming more active - letting her yellow irises shift slowly into slits. As her entire body soon got focused and ready. "If you need something, just say....otherwise, I'm wound up tighter than the spring of a gun...ready to fire...so please...nobody 'tap' me on 'da shoulder. M'kay?"

She namely covered her team-mates, so they could provide medical attention - while she waited for the Lion-Man to show himself. Her nose still sniffing the air - and trying to find anything out of the ordinary.

Question walked to the wounded security guard, kneeling down and looking at him. "Not to state obvious, but needs medical attention," he turned to Rose and Warden, "have medical expertise?"

The Warden shook his head, keeping his eyes on the surroundings. "Not useful for something this serious," he states in response to Question then turns to the security guard "I am sorry sir, though perhaps you can be of help in finding this lion man? Did he say anything about his plans? Go anywhere of note?"

"I can field dress it." Rose stated as she holstered her weapon and knelt down to look at the wounded man. "But he's going to need a damn hospital, fuckin' stat. One of us will have to take him there." Rose turned looking towards Lizard.

"You're the strongest of us, if anyone can carry him to the nearest hospital in time, it's going to be you." Rose ordered before realizing that Batman had explicitly put Question in charge of the mission. Clearing her throat with a slight cough, Rose tried her best to subtle hand the reigns back to the trenchcoated hero.

Damn.

"Unless you have a different idea of course, Q."

"No. It's good idea. Lizard, get him to hospital once Ravager has tended to his wounds." Question said.

Leaning down, Rose reached to her belt looking through her supplies for something to slow the bleeding to allow Lizard to take the guard to the hospital. Finding a roll of gauze, Rose began to dress the wound when suddenly a pulse shot through her forehead. Her eyes glazed as a multitude of images and numbers ran through her mind. A spear pierced the head of the guard before Rose's vision cleared and she suddenly stood up drawing her energy sword.

The blade ignited with a hiss as it was timed perfectly to slice through an airborne spear, the two halves falling harmlessly on either side of Rose and the guard. Once again her powers had stepped in, allowing her to intervene just in time.

Dropping from the domed ceiling of the museum lobby was a dark skinned woman dressed in ritualistic clothing and covered in warrior's body paint. Her attire was themed to represent a lioness and that left no doubt in Rose's mind that this mysterious warrior woman was associated with their humanoid lion.

"Fuckin' move!" Rose yelled as two more woman dropped in on the group, their spears pointed inwards as they formed a perimeter around the heroes, teeth bared and snarling before one finally spoke.

"Husband said you'd be coming, said the League couldn't leave him alone."
Back to work writing :)

discordapp.com/channels/3373319587178…

I decided to make us a little discord server if anyone wants to chat with me while I write and/or learn about some lore that I have yet to write into the OOC.


im just getting a link to discord - think you might need to actually use a server invite (or my computer's being a little shit :V)
Yo @bishop any chance you could avoid using a completely black font on a forum with a black background? Makes your post an absolute pain to read, especially on mobile
telling us explicitly the implied direction given by the IC entry post is not going to help: you've given us no framework in which to work. How long have we been here? What's the usual thing that new people would be doing, if they were new? how does this city in the middle of nowhere sustain itself? is there an internet connection? with whom are we living? Giving too much freedom of worldbuilding to the cast leaves us unable to properly post, unknowing if we're breaking the rules of your storyline.
I'm already getting roth and eovaine mixed up >_>
(and the hidden dwelf).


Crouching tiger, hidden dwarf
Six Corners. Seemed to be an odd place to start a meeting. No walls. Chaotic. Not really that open to dwarven kind, either – though Sirgala was more than capable of passing as elven or human, her mixed lineage blending the lines between them.
At least it was close to home; a donkey or a horse would be expensive, something for which she’d rather not have to pay if she could avoid it, especially since she wanted to scout around on foot before she got into town proper. And once she got into town? straight to the bar?...peruse the shops?... check for caravans?...one step at a time though, she thinks, keep in the present, keep focusing on the closest step.
The acrid smell of far off smoke. A thought - a worry.
The town really didn’t have much of a defense.
She did see the invitation on a flyer. And broadcast from the town herald.
How much thought was really put into this meeting? How did this man even know who to expect – how many, of what skill, of what allegiance?
But no – the armies of darkness would not be so bold. A Great Wizard would not be so idiotic as to be THAT unprepared.

Would they?

Sirgala continues onwards, apprehension pooling in her stomach as she further considers the possibilities; thousands dead; cultists loose way up here; material wealth lost; the ramifications on the trade networks and how those could affect the surrounding villages. She shakes it off, and tries to focus on other thoughts. But the feeling remains.
Dusk seems to be an hour or so off, the city also that far. Rest here for the night? no. In the city. One way or another. Need to know... does not seem good…
The smell was growing, and she could see smoke in the distance, through the trees. cultists still here? she wonders, electing to put her gauntlet on, rubbing it some mud when she gets the chance to make sure it stays dull in the fading sunlight. Alert and ever the more apprehensive, she continues this way for the next 40 minutes or so, until she finally crests a hill and can get a proper look at the city.
Sirgala didn’t think her stomach could have dropped further, but drop further it did as she looked upon the ruins, smouldering embers in the twilight. After staring in horror for a good half-minute, her instincts kick in. Prudence and caution of the highest order. Sleep in forest. Cloak gives camouflage. All shiny items in pack. Leave it here in the morning. Scout out quietly. Full hunter’s gear.
The next day, she wakes, observes the ruins again, and changes her plan slightly – this is the day of arrival. The Wizard must have also chosen to arrive today. Had he been there, there would have been far more of a fight. Would have been less one-sided. Surely?
She would watch.
She bore witness to Mulad’s conversation with the dead, necromancer? recognizing him not as a grand wizard, would that not come with an entourage? Some sort of fanfare? but simply as some sort of traveler, perhaps a cultist, preparing the day’s ambush against the travelers as they straggle in – or maybe the first of those responding to the Wizard’s call?
At any rate, she would keep watching, safe in her little hideout she made. Let things happen, let her determine when it was safe to act. Sirgala has plenty of patience.
just use imgur, man
I never understood, well to better put it I wasn't aware and still am confused somewhat. What's the normal/enchanted ratio on equipment and weapons?


I mean, all my shit's enchanted because that's just kinda what Sirgala does :V
Kestrel seems like she'd be useful, could give me something to enchant :P
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