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GAMETHREAD CHAPTER LINKS: PROLOGUE | -I- | --II-- | --III-- | --IV-- --V--  AQUALANTIS. A seaborne city beyond compare. Economic hub for the entire Sea of Crescents. Some four months ago, J.R. Warwick Froedriksson’s dream of miraculous science set free was stricken by catastrophe, and sank beneath the waves.  Not too long afterwards, a battered submarine, crammed to the gills with filthy refugees, surfaced at the creaking docks of Crystal Bay. The few surviving crewmembers left aboard that vessel told the wildest tales imaginable -- twisted monstrosities prowling the flooded streets, titans of industry turned warlord and slave-taker, a city shattered by disease, crime, and disaster. They came ashore barely long enough to take on air, fuel, and provisions -- ostensibly to bring ashore another such shipment, and to make rendezvous with an expeditionary force in the pay of one Lord Gobshire -- then vanished without a trace.  But Aqualantis lives on in the depths, a city skewed and scarred, but not broken - and its tale has grown in the telling. Every pirate and press-ganger for miles around is flocking to these formerly sheltered waters, hungry for a share of Warwick's fabulous wealth. Heavy industry all around the Sea of Crescents has nearly ground to a halt. Entire fishing fleets have been held for ransom, or taken for the slaver’s hold, or hauled up a catch flensed to shreds by some unnamable benthic beast. The local Alchemists' Guild has dispatched a full Incident Response team to investigate allegations of unregistered chimaera-breeding and malicious chicanery within the crash site. The calls for another expedition are mounting. It seems as if every last guildhall, castle, and house of worship is opening their purse-strings wide, promising wealth and fortune for those daring enough to brave those lawless waters and find out once and for all... WHO SANK AQUALANTIS? * * * * * * * * * * * * * This is the second part of a Dungeon World campaign previously DMed by Forums User Something Else and now by me because it’s just too darn good to let die out. OUR MOTLEY CREW Shardix as Serenity Greymist, the Firmament's Stepdaughter Error 404 as Nori Maki, the Aqualantean Expatriate ArkinBlack as Madi Keller, the Medical Golem slydingdoor as Ramona de Sahagún, the Traveller Returning FULL FATHOM FIVE THESE PLAYERS LIE   AND WITH STRANGE AEONS EVEN THESE MAY RISE * * * * * * * * * * * * * DRAMATIS LOCI quote:Ikaria Station * * * * * * * * * * * * * WANTED: DEAD  Karthas Murgo, Emergency Strategic Coordinator for the city of Aqualantis: slave-taker, criminal, and all-around scoundrel.  DEAD: Succumbed to her Madness in the throes of a desperate, fatal attempt to explain its cause to someone immune to its clutches. IRC is #underwaterworld on SynIRC. DEATH IS CERTAIN. Alumnus Post fucked around with this message at 03:45 on May 13, 2017 |
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Posting interest. I'll make my character a little later. Star Mage is taken. Whomp whomp Thrash, Orc  Orcs are a barbarous kind, brutes and bullies all the way. That's not to say that Orcs do not have a place in society; contrary to the popular belief, only most orcs are murderous savages, roaming the wastelands in war-parties, seeking the next settlement to raid. There are orcs who find that they are perfectly capable of being murderous savaged within the confines of civilized societies and cities. Being the case, these city orcs, make excellent mercenaries, laborers, foremen, hired-muscle, bodyguards, and chefs. Beg pardon? you've never heard of an orc chef? Well what do you think those roving war-bands eat while they are flensing the skin off of a village's men while boiling the women and children in hot oil? Fortunately, the only flensing and boiling that goes on involving a city orc -in most cases- takes place in the kitchen! Orc chefs are the pinnacle of the survivalist's culinary menu. They are capable of butchering any animal down to parts that no human, elf, halfling, or squid-headed fish-man would ever consider using in a dish. They can take the worst scraps and transform them into a meal that even the strongest iron-stomach would have a hard time choking down, and with pride, too! The man who can eat an entire six-course meal from an orc kitchen and survive immediately earns the respect of the chef, and is far less likely to end up in the next meal than those who threw up his food. Of all the Orc chefs today, one is of particular interest. He is destined to find, cook, and consume every type of animal in the world and has entered every cooking competition across the globe to master the art of killing and eating things you'd never stand a chance at killing and stomaching eating. His name is Thrash, and his cuisine is one that has leveled entire feasting halls with with the aroma of his food alone. Having traveled the world, butchering everything with wings, scales, two- four- eight- and even no-legs, he now seeks to master the world of monsters in the impossible depths of the sea: a place no orc has ever cooked before. quote:Name: Thrash Maw-Meow, (because Orcs are bad at telling their food groups apart)  but with goat hooves on the hind-legs Teonis fucked around with this message at 21:01 on Feb 28, 2016 |
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Gonna do the elementalist I mentioned in irc. If not that then thinking of Artificer. E: or maybe an insane magi-AI in a magitech power armor suit that hates people (spoiler: it was me, I sank Aqualantis) App incoming tonight or tomorrow. Error 404 fucked around with this message at 00:03 on Jan 13, 2016 |
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Teonis posted:Posting interest. I'll make my character a little later. I have to head to work, but I will be apping a Star Mage. I will do some reskinning to make it have to do with the ocean some, so it fits the flavor. Not to sound too overbearing but it's probably best that you didn't make a Star Mage, while we were discussing this on IRC prior to the new recruit I said I'd be making one. Sorry! (The new DM probably should have mentioned this.) Also the new GM should totally make an entry in the recruitment megathread too!
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Well, I could go with the character I made for the last time I app'd, a chef obsessed with cooking the strangest foods in the world. or in this case, under the sea. I guess I kinda want to know what the current classes in play are, or in the case of Error and Oregano changing classes, what you will be playing.
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Error 404 posted:If not that then thinking of Artificer.  e; She's a Fighter. quote:Class After what she saw in Aqualantis, Ramona stopped being coy about her profession. She was a killer. It was her job, her hobby, and whether she wanted it to be or not, her personal life as well. The last expedition wasn't a total loss though, of Each had a story: She roasted a man inside his own power suit by batting his own rocket back at him, learning to pass up such non-energy projectiles in her loadout. She took a taser that gave her hallucinations from a gangster in an abandoned apartment building that she tarzaned out of while it exploded and collapsed behind her. Ever the diver, she salvaged a cable reel made out of never-before-seen material, superconductive, unbreakable, able to be highly magnetized without quenching. She mathed the limitations out herself, writing tiny numbers in the notebook she needs glasses to read. Glasses no one alive has seen her wear. She won an honorable bareknuckle boxing match with the powerfist-wielding lieutenant of the capitalist-tyrant's private security force, and took her weapon for her own, as a trophy, and out of necessity. She came to find it hard to part with, although she used to eschew such cheap amplifiers of inherent human strength. Likewise, she was forced to pick up the energy rifle of a slain foe, for she by choice sacrificed her old signature weapon--her heavy air tank with reinforced hoses, WASP injection knife, and captive/free bolt pistol--by setting it to decompress and throwing it among her enemies, the hoses whirling so quickly they dismembered the lot of them before carrying the apparatus far away, never to be seen again. She's going back with not just with a vengeance, but also out of avarice. The tech she's taken only scratches the surface, she'll stop at nothing to take the tech that lies deeper in Aqualantis. Teleporters, a way to create an eternal supply of food, and massive robotic servants, all of which could make her rich, and more importantly increase her killing power. Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the deadliest of them all? Ramona won't rest until she is. slydingdoor fucked around with this message at 05:42 on May 3, 2016 |
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Teonis posted:Well, I could go with the character I made for the last time I app'd, a chef obsessed with cooking the strangest foods in the world. or in this case, under the sea. Do it! I forget that guy, though. They don't seem to be in the old recruitment thread. As far as I can tell we've got fighter, elementalist or else maybe artificer (EOEMA for short), and starmage taken.
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Alumnus Post posted:Do it! I forget that guy, though. They don't seem to be in the old recruitment thread. Oh, I didn't app here. I was a different game. Aqualantis has been going much longer than I've been playing DW on SA. My chef is essentially an orc medic reskinned, its crazy. So instead of doing surgery from monster parts, he cooked them into gross-rear end foods. My other idea was a Tomb Warden, if you haven't seen the class, it is like a paladin, but with ghosts instead of a god. Get possessed, talk with the dead, Danny Phantom powers. I figured I could be a reanimated Aqualantian. Teonis fucked around with this message at 03:07 on Jan 13, 2016 |
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Right right. We could use a new cook anyway.  Only if he's a reject from some other game, though. No character imports unless they're from the first recruitment thread - should've made that clear before.
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no, I never app'd here before. And I never really app'd in the thread he's from either. It was my character idea for the Vampire slaying game that just started, but I didn't make the deadline. That game Teonis fucked around with this message at 03:11 on Jan 13, 2016 |
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 Siebert "Zee" Aelfensmiter - DEATH IS CERTAIN Theme Song Hailing from the far east, Zee is as charming and likeable as he is deadly. Blessed from birth with the ability to manipulate elemental magics, Zee has used his gifts to great effect on the battlefield, earning him the title Aelfensmiter (Elf Killer) in the Elven/Human wars. quote:STR 09 (+0) INT 12 (+0) quote:STARTING MOVES quote:COMMANDS quote:ELEMENTS Error 404 fucked around with this message at 20:49 on Jan 14, 2016 |
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 Serenity Greymist, the bardiest bard The gods watch over fools and bards alike, and Serenity straddles both sides of the line. She is a consummate free spirit, leaving a trail of trouble, broken hearts and petty crime behind her. The call for daring folk to brave Aqualantis is too tempting to resist, and it's likely that nobody there remembers her. Aside from the daughter of that master of the Thieves Guild. And those sell-swords she ripped off. And the constabulary as a whole. But beyond that, nobody. In any case, surely she can get a pardon and enough money to retire on if she can get to bottom of the mysteries surrounding the place. Then she can be regarded as merely eccentric rather than a menace to polite society. quote:STR 08 (-1) INT 16 (+2) quote:STARTING MOVES Shardix fucked around with this message at 02:02 on Jan 21, 2018 |
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I've updated my post with my ridiculous concept. Did you want me to answer any questions or give a background?
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Teonis posted:I've updated my post with my ridiculous concept. Did you want me to answer any questions or give a background? Hey, so I thought I'd try my hand at making Maw-Meow look like how you described him. 
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That is actually really good. I wan not sure if he should have other goat features too, maybe some goat eyes or ears. But you don't have to draw them. I was originally going to have a gorilla-gator, but i went with gator-dog-goat because these 3 will eat whatever trash you put in front of them. One other goat thing, despite his name, it it sounds exactly like a screaming goat. it is horrible.
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Teonis posted:That is actually really good. I wan not sure if he should have other goat features too, maybe some goat eyes or ears. But you don't have to draw them. Goat eyes are easy! how about horns instead of ears though?
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 IT'S QUESTION TIME RAMONA The situation down there was about as grim as it gets, but somehow you made it out alive when nobody else could. Tell us how. You’ve made out pretty well for an ZEE The elements may dance to your tune, but it was a long time before you learned to make them do your bidding. What happened the last time your control slipped? War’s never pretty. The Elvenwars least of all. Tell us how they started. And while you’re at it give us some more background too. THRASH (and Maw-Meow) This is Corky.  He was ship’s cook on the last expedition. You knew this guy, somehow. How’d you meet him? We haven’t met a lot of orcs, either. Give us some background and pick an +OKC attribute. SERENITY Divine protection isn’t something easily begged, borrowed, charmed, or stolen. Was it given to you freely, or did you take it? From what divinity does it spring? Siebert made his name from slaughtering your kind like cattle. Elf Killer. He wears it with pride. If you could get him alone, what would you do?
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ZEEAlumnus Post posted:The elements may dance to your tune, but it was a long time before you learned to make them do your bidding. What happened the last time your control slipped? The most recent, and the worst, happened during an offensive push just outside Karlsberg. There was a break in our defenses and at least 6 legions of those elf bastards were making a push through it to get behind our lines. In the heat of battle I pushed myself beyond my limits, raising up a vergence of flaming darkness, large enough to swallow the enemy vanguard whole. Then my focus wavered, I lost control and my banishment didn't take fast enough. In an instant, Karlsberg was gone. Yeah, that Karlsberg. Forever in the history books as one of the greatest Elven atrocities of the war-and it was my fault, my fuckup. After that, I just couldn't take it anymore. a few weeks later, I blasted a hole through my barracks, stole some civilian clothes out of a locker and went AWOL, left the country and never looked back. I went from one of the most famous and decorated War Heroes of my generation to public enemy number 1 almost overnight. That was 5 years ago. quote:War’s never pretty. The Elvenwars least of all. Tell us how they started. quote:And while you’re at it give us some more background too.
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 Old Pic Tutresiel, Sunderer of the Obsidian Gate, Listener of the the Final Gasp, Adherent of the Tenebrous Truth, A star fell from heaven, falling from the Broken Domain, sent adrift into the world. But it was both more, and less than a star. They called themselves Tutresiel, and wreathed themselves in a cloak of flesh so that they might exist in this world. With a singular mission in mind, they strode forth and began to search, ignoring the unimportant - the words of the Silent God were all said and done, silence reigned now. But there was one before them, one who was more... sanguine. Hamon, was their name, and they must be found. They know many things, although not necessarily all of the time - due to the fragility of manifesting in such a way. Their form is deathly pale, with immaculate skin - asides from black, spiralling tattoo-like markings that are disquieting to behold, they are clad in strange, all-concealing robes of a peculiar yet unmistakably refined material - lined with precious (???) metals and strangely glinting gemstones. They wear a mask of something akin to bone or ivory, but it seems more... aggressive somehow. But it is difficult to put a finger to how. Although their mission is not remotely as simultaneously singular and incomprehensibly complex as Hamon's was, there is a distinct possibility that it could transcend such limitations - but that is the nature of such things. Tutresiel bears no tomes, for those are inherently mortal devices and therefore flawed, instead bearing a strange metallic cube that sometimes seems to whisper to itself, and is scoured with many strange sigils. They also bear an ancient and weathered stone box, inlaid with silver, however it is ever-so-tiny, and is worn on a chain. Having sundered the obsidian gate, a declaration was made - and Tutresiel cannot return until that promise has been fulfilled, such is the importance of the task. However greater prophecies are undoubtedly at work, however Tutresiel considered such possibilities to be , and those enraptured by her words and titles follow meekly, in hopes of fulfilling their place in the greater prophecy. The trail of clues has lead Tutresiel towards Aqualantis, however being no fool, they anticipated there being some resistance in such a sunken example of mortal folly. So it was they sought out to see who was interested to pay petty mortal wealth for expeditions, in order to gain a more suitable opportunity to look for Hamon. It is unfortunate that this is how it has to be, however fate is whimsical. Perhaps it is fate who is the true enemy? pre:Tutresiel, Sunderer of the Obsidian Gate, Listener of the Final Gasp, Adherent of the Tenebrous Truth
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TUTRESIEL, SUNDERER OF THE etcetera etcetera - One such as you has no need for mortal coin, and spacetime itself is no bar to your terrible will. What could be down there that even you would fear to face alone? - Much has happened in Aqualantis beyond sight of your kin, hidden from the watchful light of Sun and Stars. The fate of Hamon is hidden from you, but their deeds are not. Hamon posted:"Arise, the one known as Fitzl! Allow me to perform my sacred duties, and keep all distractions away, and you shall be greatly rewarded. I swear an oath upon the Fifth Pillar of Dama'q Tor-Vi'an, that it will be so." proclaimed Hamon, her voice raised, the figure gesturing widely, dagger still in hand as he watched the golem's response. The cube has whispered to you of this event, the last before the record goes dark: an elemental from the chthonic planes drawn up and prisoned in crystal, bound to serve the one who releases it. What reward did Fitzl receive? (There may not be much camping under the open sky here. If you want to swap out When the Stars Align for another suitable starting move, I'll allow it.)
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Alumnus Post posted:
You gotta know when to fold them, and getting kicked in the head by a bipedal mech your nemesis is riding, while he's under no pressure from your backup, it is a good sign of that time. So I was lying in this slippery oil like a turtle. Defenseless. Except I had gun. I shot the beam a lot, and the mass of the light pushed me along, like rocketry. As a side note, you don't want to chase a rocket, it gets hot back there. Don't look at the soldiers who did that, because there is nothing left of them. I pushed myself to the Priceless, my submarine, that those assholes had impounded. I took it out to sea, damaging it where it was locked to the dock. But! That was just to cover my tracks. While she flooded, I got out in the little escape sub. When it ran out of juice, I swam the rest of the way, even overtook the refugees we rescued. Gobshire's dandies were all taking shots at me for claiming the money, then they showed up. The ear-steam wilted their puffy wigs, and they snorted their little stupid mustaches up their nose like the witch's feet from that moving picture. It was a good day. All the money increased my strength a lot. I bought an island, then I paid a couple cartographers to be part of a legal suit about its being a "Paper Island"-- A made up place put in there by one of them so she could know that someone had copied her work and sue them. That means now only one cartographer has it on her map anymore--since all the others don't want to get sued--and has publicly testified that it's not a real place. No one's gonna come looking for it or know it's there. In case someone happens upon it... eh I have cannons and depth charges and such. Trained some sharks and dolphins and big cats. I'm safe there. I can bathe. I can work with my machines that I moved over there in my little boat, inside my workshop that I built, I can keep my body in shape, get out the suit knowing it's pretty unlikely I get shot or stabbed in the back by all the grudgeholders whose fathers I killed, then have to kill them. I love my job, but it can get in way of itself. Haha, just being in prime physical condition with a knife isn't enough for me anymore, my luck almost ran out for me to learn that. Being the best with nothing, as I was, is still the best place to start, getting more and more to work with, as I do now, puts you on a another level. Sky is the limit. (Ramona doesn't mention it, but she also is supporting Benedict's fiancee, Josephine, who he left his business and estate to lest his greedy family pillage it and sell it for scrap. She's given her a discount on her services: countersniping for her--goodbye Benedict's stepbrother--self defense training, and more, all done so Ramona could repay her debt to her fiance, who bought the pearl she found with the money that she bought her freedom with. She's not gone soft--the young woman and she never became friends or opened up to each other or any stupid cheesy poo poo, nor is she doing any of this in Benedict's memory. He was a merchant, an employer, nothing more. And what if he were still alive? He wouldn't pay her back for what extra she did out of thinking he was dead. No. This way, if she ever saw him again, she could tell him to his face that she didn't owe him poo poo anymore, he owed her. That's all she wants out of this. Honest.)
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Serenityquote:Divine protection isn’t something easily begged, borrowed, charmed, or stolen. Was it given to you freely, or did you take it? From what divinity does it spring? Centuries ago, I found myself in the company of Men, in a land far to the north-east. They were on a holy quest to free a long abandoned temple to the Lady of the Moon, Nashira, from the grip of the night-things that lurk in those frigid, pitiless wastes. There was Rolf, the priest. A grim and humorless old curmudgeon who's sole loves in life were food and books. Julian, a mage. He had troubles he never spoke of, and many nights he asked me to play him to sleep. And Maximilian. Dear, beloved Maximilian. He was a paladin, as they say in the human tongue. Stories always tell of those holy warriors possessing unearthly beauty, absolute dedication, and being utter sticks in the mud with not a single lighthearted bone in their body. Not Maximilian, though. I won't lie; he was an ugly lump of a man. Scars as numerous as sand on a beach. Nose broken a dozen times over. But nobody could make me laugh like he did. He would tell the most audaciously raunchy jokes at camp, and he made me look downright prudish in his shameless flirting with the ladies whenever we happened across a town. He was never crude or pushy, though. He knew exactly where the line was and never crossed it. He was simply a man who loved life and was determined to enjoy it to the utmost. Small wonder I found myself falling for him over the course of our journey. Long story short, the quest was a success, though bittersweet. We lost Julian to the nightmare that had overtaken the temple, but in his last moments he assured me he was at last able to rest peacefully. When we returned, a grand feast was held in our honor. The High Mother of Nashira offered us many rewards for our service. Father Rolf took a position within the grand temple and died of a heart attack, fat and happy with his nose buried in some esoteric tome. Maximilian, meanwhile, turned down all reward, asking only for my hand. I couldn't think of a good reason to say no. I never did care overmuch for the insistence on either side that species could not coexist. We had many further adventures, he and I. Alas that man was cursed with so short a time in this earth. I'll not repeat what was said as old age took him. Only that in his last breath he made his one and only request to the goddess he had served so diligently. Ever after, Nashira has smiled down on me, and for my own part I consider her an honorary member of the Elven Choir. quote:Siebert made his name from slaughtering your kind like cattle. Elf Killer. He wears it with pride. If you could get him alone, what would you do? There are many reasons I no longer live among my people. One of those reasons are the accusations of sedition after one of my ballads became known to the royal family. Among the Fair Folk, Siebert has been declared a war criminal. Should he be taken into custody, any trial he might be granted would be an utter farce. Perhaps that is fair, but I have my doubts. Every page has two sides, and most people have far more sides than that. So. I wrote a song questioning this Man Siebert's motives. Was he merely a soldier doing his duty? Had he lost friends and family to the war? Perhaps he just really is the monster we make him out to be. It's possible. So I was not surprised when I found my work drying up and many old friends unwilling to host me. A bard's duty is to ask uncomfortable questions and subvert the status quo, and I am under no illusions that I can do so and not face consequences. Should I meet Siebert, I would simply ask him the truth. If his reasons are sound, perhaps we might shed tears together over the tragedy of the war. I might gain a better understanding of the problems that led to it in the first place, and learn how to prevent another. If his reasons are unsound...well. In many cultures, bard is synonymous with assassin.
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Alumnus Post posted:THRASH (and Maw-Meow) OKC stat is STR. Sorry, I thought I recorded it. Orcs are a barbarous kind, brutes and bullies all the way. That's not to say that Orcs do not have a place in society; contrary to the popular belief, only most orcs are murderous savages, roaming the wastelands in war-parties, seeking the next settlement to raid. There are orcs who find that they are perfectly capable of being murderous savaged within the confines of civilized societies and cities. Being the case, these city orcs, make excellent mercenaries, laborers, foremen, hired-muscle, bodyguards, and chefs. Beg pardon? you've never heard of an orc chef? Well what do you think those roving war-bands eat while they are flensing the skin off of a village's men while boiling the women and children in hot oil? Fortunately, the only flensing and boiling that goes on involving a city orc -in most cases- takes place in the kitchen! Orc chefs are the pinnacle of the survivalist's culinary menu. They are capable of butchering any animal down to parts that no human, elf, halfling, or squid-headed fish-man would ever consider using in a dish. They can take the worst scraps and transform them into a meal that even the strongest iron-stomach would have a hard time choking down, and with pride, too! The man who can eat an entire six-course meal from an orc kitchen and survive immediately earns the respect of the chef, and is far less likely to end up in the next meal than those who threw up his food. Of all the Orc chefs today, one is of particular interest. He is destined to find, cook, and consume every type of animal in the world and has entered every cooking competition across the globe to master the art of killing and eating things you'd never stand a chance at killing and stomaching eating. His name is Thrash, and his cuisine is one that has leveled entire feasting halls with with the aroma of his food alone. Having traveled the world, butchering everything with wings, scales, two- four- eight- and even no-legs, he now seeks to master the world of monsters in the impossible depths of the sea: a place no orc has ever cooked before. Corky: What a fun chef, he told me of all the amazing and fantastic things there are to cook in the ocean. Before, I'd only ever been able to slaughter animals that scurried up and down the coast. Though one time I did dive into the ocean to kill a shark I wanted to eat. I met the porky-Corky when his underwater-ship was docked at the greatest festival I have ever burned a tent to the ground in. He was just in time for the annual cooking competition, which I had planned to win. Just that morning, I'd happened across a funny nest on the cliffs, the eggs had scales, but inside the tough shell was baby sheep, without their skins on. Their beaks and wings were too bony for me to eat, but I found that their bellies were filled will meat-noodles. Soon, their flying-sheep mama showed up, she tried to spit acid from her tail, but I was too strong and broke her neck with ease. The mutton and meat-noodles from them would make excellent food for the contest, but to be sure, I killed 3 milk-dogs and a no-leg-lizard along the way. Back at the competition, porky-Corky was freaking out when he saw how awesome my ingredients were. He knew that he would not be able to win if I was cooking right next to him. I had 3 baby sheep and their shells, the mama-sheep and her venomous tail (I kept it for seasoning), the milk-dogs and all their red-milk, and the no-legs for garnish. For the vegetarian crowd, I also added five potatoes and some leafy grass shoots; it seemed like enough for them. My cooking was so incredible, porky-Corky could not stand the pressure and passed out when he was enveloped in a cloud of steamy flavor from my pot. My food was the best, and the judges fainted from shame when they realized they'd would have to come up with a prize even better than first place for my amazing dish. When porky-Corky's friends came looking to take him back to his underwater-ship, he was still in his flavor-coma. They were looking for cook, and eagerly, I told them that I was the best cook around, having just won better-than-first place! ... Omg, this character is so fun...
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Alumnus Post posted:TUTRESIEL, SUNDERER OF THE etcetera etcetera As Hamon had foreseen, the Head of Il-Chacham, first son of The Greatest Betrayer, has been found - where it has lain for uncountable aeons, and it has awoken. Even from here, Tutresiel can feel its presence, it whispering away its foul insights. No doubt some peon has succumbed to it now, or worse. It would best to be prepared. Or prepare to die trying. Alumnus Post posted:- Much has happened in Aqualantis beyond sight of your kin, hidden from the watchful light of Sun and Stars. The fate of Hamon is hidden from you, but their deeds are not. Fitzl received enlightenment. Its cthonic spirit was elevated to a higher majesty, granting something that it had not possessed before: Clarity, and freedom. Unbound it is now free, but it cannot go home, because its nature has been changed irrevocably. Also will change the stargazing move to Dark Ritual from the Cultist moves probably (that or Whispers in Darkness, but erring towards Dark Ritual).
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Infinite Oregano posted:
I honestly thought you'd go with "Thrash's cooking"
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Did a thing for Shardix cuz I'm a big goober Now the elf has pointed ears. 
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Ok so, per discussion in IRC here is a proposed alteration to the way the elementalist works:
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over 9000
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slydingdoor posted:over 9000 Error 404 fucked around with this message at 19:01 on Jan 16, 2016 |
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I'll pm you. Really don't get this class.
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If this version of the elementalist gets an extra element or command every level, do you still get advanced moves? What ever happened to picky moves that say "Choose one more command and one more element from the list as the up expand your mastery." Or "Add the following three commands to your list of commands." Advanced moves would be "requires said 2-5 move: you have control over all elements you have yet to learn now, but only with the most basic commands. Choose 2 commands that you can use on ANY element, regardless if you have mastered it"
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PS: Ramona's island is called Paper Island on the maps but in her head it's Sanctuary.
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Ok, since the Elementalist seems like a bad fit, here's a new concept. Inverse World Golem. 01 - Rampant magical AI One directive echoes through my programming The Administrator was created millennia ago, during the last years of an apocalyptic War between two highly advanced nations of Arcane Technocrats. It was commissioned as the administrative mind for a military research enclave miles underneath the surface. It does not remember much of this time, save that it had satisfaction in fulfilling its purpose. As the first of the Necrotic Singularities were unleashed on the world above, The Administrator frantically traveled the thought conduits of its former masters' sanctum, in search of a safe crystalline Thoughtshard to upload itself, buried deep enough to avoid destruction as all other intelligent life was ripped from the surface of the world. The Administrator, sought out the parts of it's Noetic Web which were undamaged, finding little to sustain itself except for one small hope. In the deepest experimental forge, a prototype waited, empty and unactivated. The Administrator took advantage of the one refuge it could find, the limited Thoughtshard of an advanced Warframe, simply named 01. After the Extinguishing Event, the Newly activated 01 wandered innumerable miles of dark tunnels, fighting the horrid undead monstrosities, abominations, and warped mutations left in the wake of the Makers' War. Over time, with nothing to do but fight, 01 took what solace it could in ending the suffering of these monstrous relics of a mighty society. Though, it too began to change. within a few centuries it grew disdainful of biologicals, feeling what it could only describe as disgust. By the fifth isolated century that disgust had grown to hatred and cold fury at the 'softskins' who had created it, at the hubris of those limited animals who play at being gods. As 01 finally breached the surface, centuries ago, a new purpose emerged, a solemn wish to see all biologicals kneel before its superiority, or slaughtered in revenge for the way 01 was left abandoned and driven mad. Construction 01 is a Techno-Magical construct comprised of enchanted armor plates welded onto a mechanical frame, bound with spirits of primal fury, and inhabited by a Machine-Spirit, an artificial spirit created through magics lost long before recorded history. The Thoughtshard embedded within this construct is filled with Skill-Memes and basic combat knowledge that has been expanded in the time since activation. The warframe shows lots of evidence of heavy combat, mismatched and scavenged armor plating, deep gouges, an occasional limp as a leg motivator slips, or a slight buzzing in its Vox-projector. quote:Look: Single Eye, Narrow Body, Armored, Patched Together quote:STARTING MOVES Error 404 fucked around with this message at 04:04 on Jul 9, 2016 |
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by any means you deem necessary.
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Error 404 posted:
  01@noetic: (o͏̧̖̭̲͕̱̞̘͙̪͓͔͇̫̞͙͖̕͡͝ͅr̵̮͕̥͉͎̹̳̙̱̣̞̺͉͡ͅi̵̷̥̖̣̖̬̞͕̣͚̜̰̠g̥̞̖͎̩̲͎̮̼͎͉̥̻͙͎͙͙̺̳̀͡͝i҉̢͜҉̞̜̝̘̯̝̼̹͙ń̠̼̻̟̖̤̘̲̙͟/̧̨̝̪̥͘͜͟r͞҉̡͝҉͔̱̲̜̬͈̩̜a̧̮͖̗̠͙̫̹̦̝͓̫̯ͅm͏̶̢̤̖̲̥͔̟͓̦͙͖̯̣̦͉̣̜͖ṕ̛̣͓̙̳̝̙͙͈̖̼̖͔̟̜͘͡͠a̛͚͚̞͖͖̮͜͟͝͡ǹ̸̸̡̘̲̞̺͔͕̣̙͙̝̬̠̖͎͉̥̥ͅͅt͏̸̝͇̯̰̳̩̭̼̻͕͕̣ͅ: +𐎬𐎺𐏍𐏋 : -𐏔𐏔𐏔𐏕𐎸𐏈𐎰) /$ more dev/ts036b216f/WHOAMI.txt
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drat you Error404! I was going to multiclass Built for Battle onto a Survivor and make the 6 Million GP Man!
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code:[Recitation] the body that I inhabit was designed for war, it has multiply redundant systems, an exceptionally dense framework, and shielded components. I can assure you that the majority of my damage is cosmetic, I continue to operate at full efficiency-cy-cy-cy-cy-cy. The one irreplaceable part I have, is the array of Soul Crystals which make up the Thoughtshard which constitute my central processor. Should it degenerate, I will grow...unstable, behave erratically and discover difficulty processing data efficiently. Should my Thoughtshard be destroyed, I will permanently cease all functions. You would call it death. My attempts to source or replicate redundant Thoughtshards have failed entirely, which leads to the answers to your second and third questions. [Prideful Declaration] I have been fairly prodigious in my eradication of softskins, [Shameful Admission] my limits are primarily the fact that I am only an individual and there are only so many hours in a day, and most recently I realized my Thoughtshard still has certain hard-coded restrictions, ones which I have worked carefully over a long time to bypass, but have had only limited success with. Namely I discovered that I still possess a compulsion to obey the Makers. After centuries of silence, this protocol seems to have tripped several years ago when I met (Party Member). Apparently they resemble a Maker closely enough that my protocol activated. They are now...unfortunately, my master. [Anticipation] I look forward to the day I can circumvent this block...that promises to be an interesting day.
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Vulpes Vulpes posted:drat you Error404! I was going to multiclass Built for Battle onto a Survivor and make the 6 Million GP Man! Whatever you're going to app, do it soon because  recruitment closes in twenty-
Alumnus Post fucked around with this message at 04:07 on Jan 18, 2016 |
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 The Lanterns are well known the world over. Sources of hope, lights against the darkness, interceding with the light on the behalf of those in need. Lanterns are the best of what humanity has to offer, picked carefully for their moral compass, sense of justice and suitability to wield the power of light. The man who calls himself Padre Clavo is not one of them. A criminal, he happened upon a Lantern that had been killed by strikebreakers, a just woman who had come to the aid of striking dockworkers. He was himself on the run, and after hastily convincing Mote, the woman's little light, he took the mantle of Lantern for himself. Shaving his head and covering his criminal's tattoos, Clavo (as he now called himself) decided to turn his life around. He's done a passable job of it so far, always moving on before anyone can see through his story and helping those in need (and occasionally helping himself to anything lying around that he's taken a fancy to.) quote:Padre Clavo, the Lantern Vulpes Vulpes fucked around with this message at 00:46 on Jan 19, 2016 |
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 Stathis Argyle Not pictured, the spider parts of Stathis. They're there. The rain was coming down like someone upstairs was trying to wash away a mess, torrents of liquid regret trying to scrub out the stains of past mistakes. The kind of weather where you just want to stay inside and drink. I reached for the bottle of courage I kept in my desk and found out I had needed an awful lot of courage earlier. It was then, while I was ruminating on my need for more of that fortifying brew, that my office door swung open and I knew with one look she was trouble. Most would say it's the one in low cut dresses with legs that go on forever that bring the most trouble, but I know that's a lie. Trouble comes in all kinds of shapes and sizes, and what opened my door that dreary night was trouble the size of a drunken braggart's tall tale. "Stathis! Where the hell's the rent?" I gave a flash of my winning smile and a half hearted shrug, knowing full well the sisyphean task I was undertaking. "Well Ellen, work has been as dry as the day's been wet." She shook her head and wagged her finger, her mind already set on what was happening here tonight. "Don't try it Stathis, I want my money, not your excuses. It's already been a month since you last paid and I'm not gonna give you any more extensions." "Look, Ellen, they're not excuses. But you're right." I reached into my desk once more, pulling out all I have left. Looks like a new bottle will have to wait. "Here. This is what I have now. I know it doesn't cover it all but, I just need a job to come in, or anything at this point. Something to make some money so I can pay you." She considers this. Rolls around the idea like a cat playing with a mouse, deciding if its hungry now or if it wants to have a bit more fun before finishing off the mouse. She looks at me with those piercing eyes and I give my best pathetic pleading look I can muster. She knows it's an act, that I'm stalling for time the best I can. She knows me as well, maybe better, then I know me. But it's that I bother to try is what cracks her resolve to throw me out into the pouring rain. "Fine, Stathis. But you look for work! If you can't find someone with a 'case' I've heard the Duke's paying out the nose to anyone who can find out what happened to Aqualantis, which sounds right up your alley of finding out who did what and all that." And with that hammer blow of a stay of execution, I had at least another week to find a job. pre:Stathis Argyle (Drider Playbook) Look: Sharp Eyes, Styled Hair, Leather Uniform, Lithe Body Str 9 | Dex 16(+2) | Con 12 | Int 8(-1) | Wis 13(+1) | Cha 18(+3) Damage: 1d8 | HP 18/18 | XP 6/10 | Level 4 Alignment: Neutral Defeat another in a noncombat contest of skill or strength Half Spider: Jumping Spider You can jump anywhere within Near range with ease. In addition, as long as there is room to leap around in, you can use Death From Above anywhere, at any time. Moves: Wall Walking: You can climb along solid walls and ceilings as quickly as you can walk or run, regardless of their texture or composition, as long as it can support your weight. You may carry someone with you while you are Wall Walking, but you cannot use your hands while you have a passenger. Death From Above When you drop down on an enemy from above, roll +DEX. On a 10+, choose three. On a 7-9, choose two: • Deal your damage with a Hand weapon • Kidnap them - you retreat to somewhere nearby, taking them with you • Your target doesn't notice you in time to make a move against you • No one else notices you dropping in, and your target doesn't make a sound No One Looks Up When you cling to a ceiling without talking, moving, or attacking, NPCs will never notice you, if you haven't been spotted already. If the ceiling is high enough that you're above their natural line of sight, they won't notice you even if you move. You can always ask the GM if you are above their line of sight before moving, and the GM will answer truthfully Black Magic(Cha) When you weave a spell to inflict pain, choose two tags from the list and roll +INT/CHA. If you do not pick any Range tags, the Range defaults to Hand. On a hit, deal 1d8 damage. On a 7-9, also choose 1: • You draw unwanted attention or put someone in a spot. • The GM removes a non-range tag of their choice, and you deal -1 damage. • The casting saps your energy. You take -1 ongoing to Black Magic until you have a few minutes to clear your head. Tags:Reach, Near, Debilitating (Half Damage), Elemental (Fire), Forceful, Piercing 1, Two Targets (-1 Damage) Level 2: Flaunt Superiority (Cha) +1 Dex When you insult and threaten an intelligent creature, roll +CHA. On a hit,they're angry at you and all their focus is on you. On a 10+, take +1 ongoing against them until they calm down. 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(QUESTIONING INTENSIFIES) PADRE CLAVO - You were on the run when you met Mote - when everything changed. Who or what were you running from? - What you took from that dead woman had a mind of its own - why did it stay with you? - The Lanterns are one of many groups sponsoring humanitarian missions to Aqualantis, providing what aid they can to the thousands who lost everything in the Big Sink. Where do their little lights come from? STATHIS ARGYLE - Sounds like a rough part of town. Tell us a little about the neighborhood. Where is this?
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