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Patak - Tavern Common Room, Sump | 5 FP He rushed down to pull the other free-minded man from the pot. He tried to deftly dodge the mind-slaves where he could. Those he could not he gave a smack to the head enough to knock them over, perhaps unconscious. Once he had his hands on the man he demanded through gritted teeth, "Everything you know about mindweavers. Now!" and carried the man over his shoulder as he continued to dodge the crowd. Going to brute strength and warrior finesse this dude to freedom and relative safety, demanding a few points of info on what I am dealing with here. Warlord +6 for the linebacker run to save this guy. I would rather not make this a Tull situation if possible.
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It made sense but only if you looked at it just so.  [/url]"Almath Kil'da Emare dulwuxe" Ksenija said as she jumped. Like waking from a nightmare. It was night fall and Percy was calling her name. "My goodness. I thought that magic lightbook of yours had enthralled you!" The sword said in relief. A terrible awareness creeped into Ksenija's consciousness. If she used the computer and the equation for its purpose, it would grow more powerful. She would grow more powerful. Another fading concept: pushing beyond the artifact's boundary...would hasten this. If done correctly and not against it's nature. Though trying to do the opposite, was possible. To escape it... Clarity? Madness?.  Riley - Dreamland The smile the fairy woman gave Riley was the cat getting the cream. "Done. The bargain is struck. My immediate favor for your later favor." Magical energy reached out to Riley's dream self and her real self. Flowed into her in an instant. "You won't see me for a while child. Enjoy your gift." The creature turned bone white. It's eyes a blazing hue of winter blue. It's face a horrifying skeleton out of the dream realms worst nightmares. With a blood curdling laugh the figure was gone in an instant. Riley awoke with a start. Lightning flashed outside with a distant boom of thunder. Rain fell. Her heart pounding. The candle at her pallet's side flickered. Riley hurried over to the mirror. She got a sudden shock. Her eyes. They glowed with a deep hue of blue not there before. Hot noticible if she wasn't looking. But it was there. Her palms tingled. With a sense of wonder, Riley reached out with her hands and ice began to form on the mirror. She could feel the power within her now. Cold. It seemed the creature wasn't bluffing. Riley has gained mortal quality Winter Magic [+2] The magic is different than anything in the under-realms. It is ice and cold style magic but requires no casting. Just Riley's will. Riley also permanently gains Godmother's Guidance [-2] The meaning to become clearer in time. For now Riley has a powerful gift. Why not take it for a spin?  Emilio Ughi - Distant Village, Wilds, on the road Flaw Points: 4 "My two sons in Undertown. One is a butcher, the other a baker. I have not heard from either of them in weeks. The town is along the merchants road north. If you're heading that way." When Emilio asked about complications the man started. "No? None that I know of?" The man held out some gold for Emilio. "Its all I have. If you cannot find them please send word back. That way I'll know either way." Take? No take?. Nikita - The Wilds The undead soldiers move to block berserker and soldier alike from gear, pay, and supplies. Those still with Isiah stood shudderingly close to the blockade and followed orders. The living fearing Isiah and the dead more than anything else. Upon Nikita's admonishment and again non-help and not dealing with Isiah they all drew swords. Mercenaries. 'All mercenaries get their pay. What Isiah is doing by not paying for their current work completed is a capital crime in this kingdom. The breaking of a contract.' One of the men shouted. 'It wasn't in the contract to serve in a zombie legion.' 'Walking away without gear and supplies is a death sentence in the wilds. There was no guaranteeing they would find any bodies water working 100 miles of their location.' A scout yelled. I may be misreading your posts. But I don't see anything these men hear outside of you calling them dicks for not wanting to become undead slaves and not planning ahead for it. The offer of fishing while cool isn't really helping them. Sorry these NPCs are being difficult. But the problem group is going down the rolls to violence more than the dice was anticipated. The undead and living are blocking supplies and gear for your guys as well. The men are paid weekly to maintain loyalty and the agreements. It gives them money to gamble with and trade amongst themselves. Silth - Host/Blaylock - Fortress of No Return The storm rained down on Slate-iron city. Thunder and lightning flashed as the downpour covered the city. Inquisitor-Silth tread the long path across the city and finally to the far west gate. A couple templars met him thete and bowed before him. "Inquisitor. Are you venturing beyond the city? You will require an escort." Checking his host's memories, Silth saw that he would. The vault entrance was outside the walls. More rain fell outside the walls. The men waited. Do you go on? Y/N. Patak - Tavern Common Room, Sump | 5 FP The innkeeper growled. "I'm stubborn minded so it couldn't get me. You must be as well. It don't use magic but a natural ability. It tricks the eyes and uses suggestion once it's put the whammy on you. The 'song and magic' is a ruse. The poo poo is a smart bugger. Smashing its head or binding it with copper chains can stop it!" The innkeeper gasped in pain and passed out under one of the tables. The mind thralls and weaver ignore the innkeeper. While Patak managed to knock them down, the thralls got more co-ordinated as the mindweaver focused and stopped singing. "Cut off his balls. I want to hear him sing like a pig." The mindweaver chortled. The innkeeper is safe. The mindweaver is weak to copper.
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Riley - Abandoned Shop, Merchant District Riley crawled out of the deserted shop through the loose board in the back. She stood under some cover from the rain, curious about how it was falling in an underground city. She rubbed her hands, and instead of producing warmth, they produced coldness. She cupped her hands as if to hold this coldness, then blew it towards the subterranean sky. Let it snow, let it snow, Riley thought. The cold never bothered me anyway. [Winter Magic +2] to turn the thunderstorm into a snowstorm.
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Silth - Host/Blaylock - Fortress of No Return Host/Blaylock regarded the men for a moment, then glanced up at the sky, as if thinking on it. After this pause, he nods. "I am. With me, then." Proceeding to the Vault.
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Nikita - The Wilds Nikita closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. He counted to ten, then slowly exhaled. "So be it." He opened his eyes and stepped past the throng of angry mercenaries. "Captain Isiah! You have stated your intentions and terms, and I respect them. I will not insult you by demanding you go back on your word. Nevertheless I must do what I must do." Nikita pulled himself fully upright, determined to at least look respectable while he made a grievous mistake. "I challenge you to a fight. One on one, like honorable men. Should I win, I ask only for the right to permit my soldiers to stock themselves, reasonably, before you take your leave. What say you?" Obviously this will have to go on hold until LLSix gets back. For reference, Nikita currently has 2 FP to take advantage of.
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Ksenija Ceranic - Wilds Camp -> Onwards? - 2 FP Ksenija chuckles. "Oh Percy, it got me a long time ago." She says. Her fingertips massage her temples. This is heavy. Her head is pounding. There never really was any "Anti-Real Math" at all. She, her implant, and her laptop were Anti-Real Math. A willing path for chaos to pour into the universe. That's why the biologian dragged her here and tried figure out how to use her laptop. What about the other nine? Oh gently caress. There were ten walking, talking bombs here - each with some sort of terrible power. How many innocent people were going to die to feed those powers? She's already killed herself, and if someone like her could make that choice...Ksenija shudders. She has to do something, anything. The first, and most important thing is to increase her connection to chaos. If she drains all the chaos out of the world it just makes everyone easier victims for their rampages. They couldn't adapt, or fight back. No, this world needs chaos more than ever. She has to churn the pot, get people adapting again, break up large ossified social groups. But...she can't do it alone. She needs help for a job this big. Luckily, she already has a crew - the Salamanders. All she has to do is figure out a way to promote herself. Get into a position of power so she can get them where they need to be to help stir things up, keep the chaos flowing. To that end she starts skulking around the camp in her off hours as they travel, listening in to the conversations between the group leaders. Sometimes, she feels a little guilty. In those moments Ksenija remembers a few words she learned to live by a long time ago. I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right. OOC: Ksenija will use her Sneaking Suit (+4) and Streetsmarts (+2) to collect intelligence on ways to move herself up in the Salamanders while she waits for the caravan to get whereever the hell it's going. The Unlife Aquatic fucked around with this message at 01:26 on Aug 22, 2017 |
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Hakon and Daor - Hakon's Manor FP: 5 Hakon smiled at his chief thrall, the list would be useful indeed, providing him an array of thralls to suit his purposes. The only question left was which one to grant the gift of enthrallment to. He thought for a time, then finally decided on the half-ogre. For the moment, the psychic link, while rendering Daor an excellently attentive servant, made him useless as a bodyguard. Though there was a certain appeal in having a bodyguard as rabidly devoted as Daor had become. Hakon supposed he would have to hope that the wizard would provide a solution to that particular problem in due course. Actually enthralling the half-orge would be relatively straightforward, Daor, ever eager to please had made all the arrangements already. It wouldn't take too long, after all the bodyguard to be was going to receive the merely normal thrall programming. Of course, even merely normal thrall programming would leave the half-ogre absolutely loyal and obedient to his new master, and full of the bliss of knowing his true place in the world as a vessel for Hakon's perfect will. Before he left, Hakon handed a message to one of his orphan-thralls. The wizard-thrall should be done detoxing by now, and the message contained orders that, if the wizard had indeed cleansed himself of the cravings for various drugs, that he should come at once to Hakon's new manor with a gift worthy of being presented to his master in order to atone for all the inconvenience the wizard had caused Hakon. Hakon's heading out to thrall #3 the half-orgre. Alpha and Omega Servant[+2] for Daor having already made the arrangements to get the merc in a place where Hakon can enthrall him, and Eye of Davos[+2] to give him the regular thrall programming. Also, if he's gotten over his addiction, Hakon's ordering the wizard to come to the manor and present an atonement gift/proof of worth.
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Emilio Ughi - Distant Village, Wilds, on the road Flaw Points: 4 Emilio's smile did not tremble even a little bit as he listened to the old man, indeed, it remained almost eerily still. Only when the man was done, did Emilio spread his arms with a laugh. "Ah, but of course my friend, of course! I have nothing against this little bit of couriership! I will deliver your letter, if you but give the names of your sons and possibly the parts of town they work in, or the names of their establishments should they have such. And do excuse me my earlier questions, you never know the sorts of people you meet while you travel after all, haha!" Sure ok I'll take the thing
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Patak - Tavern Common Room, Sump | 5 FP He hoped the man's intel was true as he barricaded himself in the kitchen improvising copper weapons. He didn't like the situation. So few knowns, many known unknowns, and Mogh only knew how many unknown unknowns. It would pay for a bit of surety. As he hammered the edges of a copper plate to make a bladed disk he implored his artifact. "Banner of Sun's Might, grant me enhanced sight!" He burst through the door and threw the plate at the mindweaver. Going to use War God's Banner +2 to enhance my vision and allow me to see things as they are without trickery or illusion or shapeshifting. Basically truesight I guess. And Warlord +6 for the fighting.
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Riley - Abandoned Shop, Merchant District An odd sensation when interacting with the storm but then it passed. The rain soon turned to snow. People gazed up at it as lightning and thunder crashed as well. The inconvienence of the storm was all around Riley. Children played, adults slipped and cursed. It works as advertised. Silth - Host/Blaylock - Fortress of No Return The men started to accompany Host/Blaylock then paused as the rain turned to snow. "What's this? An attack from our northern neighbors? They'd be fools to war with us again." The men knee their duty and followed after Inquisitor Blaylock. The pit that was the entrance to the vault was covered in snow. The guards retreating inside for warmth. A large darksteel gate loomed. Someone messed with your storm. You can investigate the storm or continue to the vault if you want. I included the vault in case Silth didn't have any paranoia about someone jacking his storm. Nikita - The Wilds Ill let you get a few actions stacks/ed after this scene since you're waiting patiently for LLSIX. It is appreciated! Ksenija Ceranic - Wilds Camp -> Onwards? - 2 FP Ksenija didn't have to wait long. The leaders of the salamanders were...cheating the other women out of part of their pay. Sitting in the shadows she saw they would hold back a copper here and a silver there. Never enough to he noticed. Usually when counting it out there was a bit of slight of hand in pocketing the coin. Ksenija was no fool and once she spotted the trick she had the perfect blackmail material. Amusingly enough the two leaders were also cheating. In each other with Stillia. A firebrand and homewrecking troublemaker. Ksenija had chased her away from Amy a few times. Like she was sensing the bond there. The Caravan bypassed the small town and continued to the next larger one. This one was called Blacktone. It was home to a colony of dwarves. As it stopped in town, the mercenaries were given leave to blow off some steam. Most went to a tavern called The Sad Wench Inn. Hakon and Daor - Hakon's Manor FP: 5 The wizard appeared in a thunderclap and bowed deeply. He looked healthier but drained. He produced an armlet for Hakon. "I have thought long and hard on your problems master. And I believe I have a solution. I have used all my magckial know-how to create this!" The Armlet of Nullment. "It shuts any psychic pain and discomfort into the armlet. I love you master and hate myself for bringing you discomfort. Allow me to kill myself to make up for it?" He drew a knife. Ready to slit his own throat. In his zeal he didnt notice you haven't put on the Armlet yet. Daor brought the bagged unconscious half-ogre into the basement. The children bound the man and left. There was less of them this time. If you take the Armlet and use it, gain Mortal quality No pain. All gain [+2]. The half ogre could fight more children than Daor could. Emilio Ughi - Distant Village, Wilds, on the road Flaw Points: 4 "Rick and his wife Lori, my other son Shane lives nearby." The man gave directions. "Be careful of the governor in that town. He killed the last three mayor's because they disagreed with him." The man gave Emilio a few of his wife's cakes and left. When he was out of earshot Lillith and Cain asked "Can we kill them all now?" Charge vampire? Leave town? Patak - Tavern Common Room, Sump | 5 FP The dancing singing mindweaver let out a high pitched shriek as the copper plate slapped into the side of its head with bullseye accuracy. The patrons of the tavern all stood still. Their instructions cut off. A feminine voice wept from the fallen mindweaver. "Give me back my children!" She keened mournfully. She spat at the innkeeper. "How could you do this to us, you're their father! Just give them back!" She wailed and began to rise. The tavern patrons turned jerkily towards Patak again. Picking up speed. "GIVE THEM BACK! I WANT JUSTICE! JUSTICEEEE!" The innkeeper cowered under the tables. Turning his face away in shame and horror. "Weren't no woman. Was a devil. Lies! Lies! They're beasts! Wewrent no..." He babbled. War God's Banner +2 covers all of it and trumps mortal quality, warlord +6. Oh shiii drama
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Silth - Host/Blaylock - Fortress of No Return Host/Blaylock regarded the snow silently. That was peculiar. Had an enemy of the city done this, as the guard suggested? Or had one of the other relics performed this feat? Silth did not know. In any case, it wasn't a priority at the moment. Host/Blaylock hurried inside to escape the cold. Proceeding into the Vault.
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Hakon and Daor - Hakon's Manor FP: 5 + 3 As he psychically felt the knife against his throat, Hakon lost it. "Don't you dare, you ungrateful wretch!" he bellows at the wizard. Hakon crosses the distance between them and grabs the wizard by the collar, "I did not invest so much time and effort into acquiring you for you to fritter your life away in some empty gesture. If you want to atone, want to prove your love than this," he gestures at the armlet, "is a good start. You will serve me for eternity applying all your magical power and knowledge to benefit me. Your power will transform broken wretches into superior thralls, making them stronger, faster, better than they were. You will help me ensure that your entire breed, every last wizard, is shown their proper place as my adoring slaves." As he ranted, the Eye, which he wore in a chain about his neck, started to glow brighter and brighter, reacting to it owner's emotion and activating without him realizing it. "You are MINE, I have no use for corpses, so banish all thoughts of suicide from your mind and become my ideal wizard-slave!" Hakon's unintentionally using the Eye of Davos[+2] on the wizard, along with Gluttony[+6] gaining 3 FP in the bargain, commanding the wizard to become Hakon's ideal wizard-slave. Whether that means getting some sort of Eye related power or something else, I leave up to you.
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Ksenija Ceranic - Wilds Camp - 2 FP Ksenija sighs. This doesn't quite add up. She's not going to write her bosses off just yet, but she's about an inch away. There's just...something that keeps scratching at the back of her head. She starts focusing on Stillia, whatever is going on - she's at the heart of it. A small part of her enjoys this, the cloak and dagger, the promise of a good mystery, the possibility for a little justice. Ksenija will use her Sneaking Suit (+4) and Streetsmarts (+2) to focus her surveillance efforts on Stillia. The Unlife Aquatic fucked around with this message at 02:43 on Aug 24, 2017 |
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Riley - Merchant District For a few seconds, Riley was more impressed with the beauty of the snow storm than the power of her magic. She'd remember to share this moment with her friends. The disarray caused by the snow storm worked to Riley's advantage. She started tailing marks, pretending to be enjoying the snow. But she was looking to steal from someone she thought she could justify to the Fairy: someone rude or mean to children, some who went for the more expensive merchandise. As she looked for a suitable target, Riley already had the plan in her head. First, Riley will wait for the mark to walk somewhere busy. Second, she'll throw a couple snowballs at nearby kids to get them to chase her. Third, she'll lead the kids towards the mark. As she's running towards the mark, she'll flash freeze the ground beneath them from fresh snow to slick ice, causing them to slip. Last and most important step, she'll make the lift on the go, crossing across and over the fallen mark while the pursuing kids masked her getaway. If all goes well, she'll be back in her hideout with a bag of something valuable. Executing Riley's snatch-and-grab with [Sneaky +2] and [Winter Magic +2]
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Patak - Tavern Common Room, Sump | 5 FP It wasn't long before Patak, the mindweaver, innkeeper and the thralls were all seated around the common table across from one another. The innkeeper looked sullen and the mindweaver sniffled. Still in its male minstrel form. A customer came in from outside, took in the scene, then beat a hasty retreat. Silth - Host/Blaylock - The Vault Interior Host/Blaylock's escort left him to go to the guard barracks for food and to keep warm. He was free to roam the stacks and shelves that stretched underground for miles in large maze like structure. Figures could be seen holding small light sources in the distance. Once Silth descended they would be out of view. Amerigo Hieronymus Location: Grenmalk-City markets 1 FP, +1 upshift banked. The Pieces he was looking to make a proper kit weren't hard to find. But the merchants regarded his requests with curiosity and suspicion. Amerigo eventually gathered what was needed and returned to his room at the inn that the caravan master provided. You can now maintain your weapon. Hakon and Daor - Hakon's Manor FP: 5 + 3 Power poured into the wizard and he screamed. Hakon snapped the Armlet shut just in time. The wizard screamed and scream and soon Doar and all the thralls were holding their heads. The vocal scream stopped and the mental one did as well. "I can hear them. Is this mind magic? It's. Brilliant!" An accident. Your enchanter is now Mind Mage [+2] Its taxing but he is now one of the rare mind magi. He will need time to figure out and research the magic but think psionicist from D&D. Ksenija Ceranic - The Sad Wench Inn- 2 FP Ksenija sat in Stilla's room. Sure enough each leader paid her a nightly visit. Both bringing her a present after nightly fooling around. Each woman left to get back to the other. The missing wages clinked after Stilla shut the door. Stilla put on a black cloak and lithely leapt out the window and into the darkness. Follow Y/N? Or confront leaders?. Riley - Merchant District The tax collector went down in a heap. He cursed the weather and the street urchins. Well at least most of them would freeze to death he thought. "Humbug! Hum-bug!" He coughed wetly. When he stood he noticed the collections were gone. "Oh no!" He yelled. Riley made off with the clunking bag. Full of copper, silver, gold, and a few platinum coins! If Riley's mysterious patron was watching or cared there was no sign. Winter had come to Slate-iron city. Riley could not even feel the cold oddly enough. Riley is no longer cold. Interesting. Also you have gained riches!
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Ksenija Ceranic - The Sad Wench Inn -> On The Trail of Stillia - 2 FP Ksenija quirks her eyebrow. This poo poo just gets weirder. It's clear Stillia is actually the one running the Salamanders now. The two of them are simple patsies at the moment. No point in going after them without knowing what Stillia is doing. So she follows Stillia from shadow to shadow. Her implant hums and kicks into gear. Ksenija's Implant posted:> source /opt/math/ar/arm5.3 Just in case, a special mix she believes might be able to channel misfortune and chaos onto one person with brutal effect. She's getting deep into some dirty business and she knows it. Ksenija will tail Stillia with her Sneaking Suit (+4) to keep her invisible and rely on her Streetsmarts (+2) to keep her on her mark.
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 Isiah Incipio - The Wilds Berserkers. Berserkers always caused problems. That's why the weremen of the Forest Kingdom placed such a high value on discipline. Most of them did, anyways. They were still lycanthropes and the rising of a full moon made their blood burn. Isiah had a lot of experience dealing with berserkers and fools. He would try to talk the idiots out of attacking. Once. He felt he owed it to Nikita to at least try. "Hey, ugly! Yeah, I'm talking to you; big teeth! Nikita has, and always has had, your pay. Do you really want to fight for the sake of a bunch of warriors too cowardly to hold to their oaths just because their allies are a little odd? We're mercenaries, our allies are always loving disgusting. That's why people pay us." Trying to use talky skills to talk the way out of the fight since Nikita has been so reasonable. Warrior Prince +4 Black Legion Captain +2 LLSix fucked around with this message at 15:45 on Aug 26, 2017 |
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Nikita - The Wilds It was becoming increasingly clear that Isiah, despite his seemingly uncomplicated demeanor, was a hard man to read. Of course he was also royalty of some sort. Being royalty to a martial people no doubt precluded absolute fools from living very long. Nikita turned his head to watch the reaction to Isiah's words. He had to admit, he was very curious to see how this would go. He himself preferred a more even handed, moderate approach to disputes. Perhaps that was a mistake, and this loud and in-your-face method had some lessons to take away from it? Letting Isiah do his thing without interference for the time being.
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Riley - Merchant District What a score! With a take that large, Riley could bankroll her own gang instead of falling in with one. She made a hiding spot to stash most the coins, taking only some copper and silver in hand with one platinum coin for an emergency. She went to different markets in the merchant district, buying heavy blankets and bulk foods like hardtack, salted meat, and dried fruit and hauling them back to her hideout. After spending most of the day getting the hideout ready, Riley went to bed to enter Mindy's dream. Riley wanted to make sure her beleaguered friend was doing all right.
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Emilio Ughi - Distant Village, Wilds, on the road Flaw Points: 4 "Haha, my friends, it is important to know of the virtue of temperance!" Emilio addressed the vampires, "I too know the allure of feast and reward, but to kill everyone is poor for my, and thus your, future prosperity. Certainly in a backwater such as this, none will miss a couple vagrants, perhaps even caravaneer families of ill repute should such be extant. But to commit visible mass murder? Why, it would certainly bring the very people we currently seek to avoid on our trail!" "So perform your necessities, my friends! But do it with discreetness, and in such a way that, ahh, nothing amiss will be found until we're well underway." How troublesome these two were. Well, that just meant that Emilio had to make more use of them to make them worth his while! Until such an opportunity came by, he'd just have to deal, and even though the subject matter was grim, his smile did not waver. Vampires can charge themselves before we leave, presumably via Energy Absorbtion/Channeling [+2]. Emilio orders them to some discreetness though, he does not want to deal with pursuit yet.
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Amerigo Hieronymus Location: The Beer garden Inn, Grenmalk-City 1 FP, +1 upshift banked. And that was that. He didn't like the weird looks the sellers were giving him of all things, why did they care? Probably more dumb, hostile laws. In any event, Amerigo returns to his quarters and tries to make sense of all this nonsense. He had been transported to an underground hellhole, all of which he'd seen so far, had been been ruled by some feudal police state. It was unnervingly like home, but even the Doge's death squads tended to be more personal and didn't turn the abuse into this giant...machine he had witnessed. It hadn't poisoned the very culture with paranoia. And here he had been running. Other than the start where he had killed the Master and taken his weapon he'd been running. First with the police, then with the dragon then even from some thug who wanted to gut him with a hand bow. On the other hand he reasoned, being a smart revolutionary meant playing it safe when warranted and going underground. He's no use to anyone dead or worse. He needed to think how to use this upcoming trip to the villages to improve both his lot and those around him. Maybe the mayor of one or more of them would need assistance with something that wasn't bullying the locals. Lastly, was the the question of how he was going to get a new petard. That thing had turned the battle in of itself and now it was empty. With his new kit, Amerigo carefully takes apart the weapon, jotting down exactly where each piece was taken from so he can put it all back together later, and examined the spent round, hoping to discover how they're made. [Gun Wizard +2],[Scholar and Natural Scientist +2], and the kit to examine the insides of the gun and hopefully figure out how the underbarrel grenades are made and if he can reproduce them with gun wizard mojo
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Silth - Host/Blaylock - The Vault Interior Host/Blaylock nodded to the soldiers as they warmed themselves in the interior. Gazing down into the rows upon rows of shelves, and thinking quickly, he begins descends down to begin his search. Using The Gleaning [+2] and a bit of Guile [+2] to browse the vault for a few specific kind of items Silth wants; Must-Haves: Objects or containers intended to contain or hold magical effects. Like a bottle or a crystal you could put a Fireball in and it holds the fireball until released or broken. Could-Use: Magical Generators; things that produce magical energy or raw magic power. Either via siphoning or just spontaneous generation. Something low-maintenance, ideally. Would-Be-Nice: Things Silth would recognize either in form or function from back when it was still in its own universe; guns, lasers, bombs, or other weird poo poo. Rhjamiz fucked around with this message at 22:41 on Aug 27, 2017 |
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Patak - Tavern Common Room, Sump | 5 FP "Please release the Thralls, Ma'am." The copper cookware he held belied the soft tone of his voice. "I will not ask again." "I would like to start with name, race, and occupation if you would." Adjudicating disputes was not something Patak relished. It was a task that fell to him often in his home plane and among his travels across many others. "I understand the cornerstone of the dispute is the children. Could you describe the children? Where are they now?" Some basic questions. Who/what are you? Whats up with the kids? A polite request with a threat behind it.
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Ksenija Ceranic - The Sad Wench Inn -> On The Trail of Stillia - 2 FP Stillia looks around as she moves from shadow to shadow and past the torchlight of the poor village. The woman eventually gets some distance between the town and herself before finding a clear space. Percy quips mentally to Ksenija <"Could she go any further out of the way?"> Stilla stops and draws a circle on the ground and begins taking out ritual items and placing them at different points of the circle. She then disrobes and lights candles around the circle, bathing her nudity in the candle light. <"Oh a saucy ritual! You think she's going to summon the Adversary himself? That would be interesting."> The tone of Perry's voice was anything but interested especially with a theatrical yawn following it. Stilla began the ritual, swaying and dancing and chanting. Whatever she was doing she would be completing it soon. Intervene or watch? Isiah Incipio - The Wilds The Bersekers thought on this. Then stood down. However this still left the mutineers to deal with... Your big brass balls made them back down. Nikita and Lt. Freda - The Wilds Nikita's Lieutenant Freda hissed an inaudible whisper to Nikita. "That was close, but are you going to leave the rest to die? They are legion even if they don't want to become undead slaves for eternity. You have an obligation. I will follow you but I am reminding you that there will be questions later..." The berserkers backed down. Now all that we left was the disobedient soldiers who saw a fate worse than death in their futures. Your berserkers backed down. Your Lt. Is reminding you of stuff but she will follow your lead. Hakon and Daor - Hakon's Manor FP: 8 quote posted:Restrained in one of the store rooms was the half-ogre his thralls had acquired. A mercenary specializing in bodyguard and protection work he would be perfect in the role of Hakon's chief protector. Hakon issues some orders and soon the staff of the manor have the half-ogre sitting up, his eyes held open and forced to stare forward, much like Daor had been before his rebirth. The half-ogre resisted but in the end the hours and hours of attention from Hakon broke away the being's will until what Hakon wanted was accomplished. When released, the half-ogre pushed all the other servants away, including Daor. "No one gets within 10 feet of the master unless they have the same treatment as me. The less useful of you will taste test all food prepared for the master in front of me. No one gives him anything unless I examine it first. You may be thralls but people can enspell you, trick you, or force you through non-detectable means. Got it?" Daor looked like he was about to object but then found himself in agreement. "Yes. We have to keep him safe. If 10 feet is the price I must pay, so be it. We have him in our minds and hearts. Amen." The former Lord of the manor agreed too. "The lizard confederation and the imperial mindflayer axiom shift can take on any form of threat. Believe me master when I say this!" You got security. And advice. Ignore it at your character's whim and peril. Riley - Merchant District With new clothes, blankets, and supplies Riley made it back to her hideout. She took over the bedroom and settled in to sleep. In the dream world Mindy was having nightmares about Riley. She felt really bad about what happened and it made her sick. Monsters and streetmen did terrible things to Mindy's dream representation of Riley while Mindy cowered and cried. One of the boogymen grabbed at Mindy's hands. "You have to look, it's all your fault." Your fault Your fault Your fault The nightmares chanted around her. Showing her scene after graphic scene over again. Is Riley going to chase off these dreamworld parasites? A lion scaring off the jacksons? Emilio Ughi - Distant Village, Wilds, on the road Flaw Points: 4 "Yes." The energy mage/vampires groomed. They wouldn't disobey Emilio. Yet. Sally and Stern loaded the wagon and the boys took it out of town. As the groupwaited Sally looked at Emilio. "Do you want us around anymore boss? It's like you don't even think about us unless we talk to you. Just saying." Vampires charged. If you don't mention your NPC followers for a few posts I'm going to stop tracking them. They don't have to be in all posts just referenced once and a while. Amerigo Hieronymus Location: The Beer garden Inn, Grenmalk-City 1 FP, +1 upshift banked. Gunpowder: sulfur, charcoal, potassium nitrate The shell: metal alloy, 24-grain metal pellets How available these material were here and the specialized tools to make them would need investigating but Amerigo know knew exactly how to make them and what the materials were. Success. Silth - Host/Blaylock - The Vault Interior Host/Blaylock flound a case of jars with the exact specifications he was looking for. As far as a magical siphon or generator there was a scepter inside of a large metal and glass case. It's inscription read: Scepter of the Pretender Prophet Afar From Blaylock's knowledge he was in part responsible for a mini uprising several hundred years ago. His divine powers a sham. The lab techs hadn't figured out how it stored magic, but it was suspected. Silth-Blaylock didn't find any lasers or bombs or items like that. But then again this place was huge. likely item: success Second least likely item: barely a success if it is what you're looking for. Least likely item: not found. Patak - Tavern Common Room, Sump | 5 FP The female in male guise flinched. "Ok ok." She released the thralled men and they slumped unconscious. Snoring. "I an Marie, I am a mindweaver. I run a bakery shop in the next town over." She hung her head. "They are purple skinned and look human. Unlike me. They're in a cage inside a magical store room. Warders against all entry unless you know the password. They're just babies. Sure I had a litter of them but it's how my people reproduce." The innkeeper blustered. "They're no better than animals. Monsters like you! You tricked me! They're not even a recognized sapient race so legally I can sell them if i like!"
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Riley - Mindy's Nightmare Riley stepped into her facsimile in Mindy's nightmare. "Leave. Us. ALONE!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, and the nightmare world froze in ice except for Riley and Mindy, who Riley protected from the cold. Riley walked up to the frozen bogeyman who had its hands on Mindy. Riley screamed in its face until the bogeyman shattered into a million shards of ice. She turned around and hugged Mindy tightly. "It's okay! This is a nightmare. Nothing can hurt us here. Ever." Riley pulled away from the hug to hold Mindy by the shoulders and look into one another's face. "I'm so sorry I got you in trouble with your family. It's not your fault. But I'm okay for now. I found a bed and lots of food. Are you okay? Do you remember what it was like before you went to bed?" If I need to roll, ][Dream Weaver +4] to take over Mindy's nightmare.
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Ksenija Ceranic - On The Trail of Stillia - 2 FP Whatever it is, Ksenija can't let her finish. She reaches over her shoulder for Percy. Her implant begins to thrum, in time with the Stillia's chanting. No. There is another way. Ksenija's Implant posted:>scratchpad fuckyou Ksenija follows her instincts, slamming code down as fast as the implant's bus speed lets her. She can just barely keep pace with Stillia's chanting now. Her implant gets warm; it wiggles like a worm lodged against her skull. It's so beautiful when she's done.  Ksenija's Implant posted:>run fuckyou The code and Stillia's incantation finish in almost the same moment. Her implant shakes violently, raw chaos flows through it from...somewhere else. It whispers to her: Ksenija's Implant posted:this is the water She has no idea what's going to happen. Then again, isn't that the point of chaos? OOC: Ksenija will attempt to hijack Stillia's ritual with Murphy's Law (+2) and take 3 FP (+6) in the process by following her instincts and completing ignoring common sense and the consequences. The Unlife Aquatic fucked around with this message at 17:15 on Aug 28, 2017 |
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Patak - Inn Common Room, Sump| FP 5 “Will they remember any of this?” He asked her of the townsfolk. “I do not care for those who would trample the wills of others.” He turned to the Innkeeper, stopping short of striking the man. “BUT I CANNOT ABIDE A MAN WHO WOULD SELL HIS OWN CHILDREN INTO SLAVERY OR WORSE!” “I have seen halflings do great deeds of valor and renown, and also many dark deeds. The choices they make will be theirs and you should be there to guide them. You have both wronged the other. I should kill the both of you. The children must be considered as well.” Patak placed his Standard on the table. “In exchange for and upon your lives I will have the both of you care for and guide these children.” He looked to Maria “You will swear off of your ability to control minds except to blend in and to defend yourself and the children when in extreme danger.” He looked to the Innkeeper. “You will release the children to their mother. At the very least you will provide them with regular monetary support until they reach what the age of adulthood is here.” He paused. “And not of the oath, but if you decide to become a decent father the rewards may be greater than you can imagine." Offering them to swear oaths in exchange for a stay of execution. On their lives and honor via the power of The War God’s Banner +2
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Silth - Host/Blaylock - The Vault Interior Satisfied with his find, Host/Blaylock collects the bottles and, by inserting his inquisitor ring into the slot in the case, the scepter, and proceeds back to the entrance. He stops by the barracks to check on his escorts. "Wait here. I'm going to check the status of the storm, determine if it's safe. If all's well, I'll come get you and then we'll leave. Otherwise we'll wait it out." Setting the box of items on a table under watch of his escorts, Host/Blaylock heads to the entrance of the vault, peering out to see what could be seen. Heading up to the entrance to check on what's going on with the snowstorm, but also using the Silth Stone [+2] to understand the nature of the storm itself; how it had been changed and by what method. Rhjamiz fucked around with this message at 03:17 on Aug 29, 2017 |
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Nikita and Lt. Freda - The Wilds Nikita nodded as Freda whispered in his ear. Isiah was being extremely courteous, all things considered, but only half the problem was handled. "The supplies, captain? I will not argue that you have a right to be displeased at your troops abandoning your command for mine, but surely you can appreciate their reluctance? Death should be an end, not the beginning of a nightmare. That aside, I cannot simply stand aside while you condemn them to starve. I will fight you on their behalf if I must."
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Hakon and Daor - Hakon's Manor FP: 8 Having such a dedicated guard, with the sort of security precautions normally reserved for royalty was thrilling at first. However, soon the downsides appeared. Not having any servants except for the half-ogre allowed within 10 feet of him quickly proved... annoying. It was made worse by the fact that the ogre was not up to the task of filling their roles. Not for lack of effort, for he expended every effort in trying to tend to his master, but he was simply not suited for the role. It made Hakon think for the first time about the need for an appropriate group of body servants to ensure he was properly attended to. With that in mind, Hakon sent out Daor to handle a few errands. First, he was to arrange for the kidnapper the orc had researched earlier to come to the manor to be enthralled, trying to avoid any more unnecessary losses to other thralls. While he did that, he was to locate potential body servants for his master, the sort who could undergo the guard's stringent programming requirements and still be of attend to Hakon as he required. The advantage, Hakon pondered as he waited, of having a psychic bond to his favored thralls was that he need not even go into too much detail on what to look for. Daor was simply able to feel his master's preferences when it came to servants. A useful talent. Hakon's sending Daor out to do some errands. First, he's having him get the Chaos-Orc Kidnapper from the earlier list to the mansion to be enthralled, and while he's out identify some potential body-servants for Hakon. Alpha and Omega Servant[+2] and Minor Spy Ring[+2] though preferably the 2nd is to be used only in their intelligence gathering capacity.
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Emilio Ughi - Distant Village, Wilds, on the road Flaw Points: 4 Emilio patted Stern on the back, with a resonant laugh "Haha, I do appreciate your drive, my man, and am happy to see that you yearn for more action! That is how you get ahead in life, after all, by refusing to rest on your laurels!" "But don't get impatient now, my friends!" Emilio's tone was soothing, his grin almost amused, "If I haven't bothered you, this is merely because there is little I need of you on the road. I am certain that once we are in our destination, opportunities for your particular aptitudes", Emilio nodded towards Sally with a wink, "will present themselves. Profit will come to those that search for it, and I have no intention to let some of my best assets sit and gather dust, so no need to be worried of such things. So fear not, you're not being discarded. Dare I say, we are all in this together, after all!" Even if, Emilio mused, all the profit was chiefly his. Emilio talks to his followers. Mainly they haven't been mentioned much during the traveling since I did not particularly need them, but that is likely to change as we get to an actual settlement. For now, commence trip.
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Amerigo Hieronymus Location: The Beer garden Inn, Grenmalk-City 1 FP, +1 upshift banked. Alright, he had the information, he just lacked time and probably the proper tools. He didn't want the merchants to snitch on him either while he was, well building weapons inside a police state. Amerigo would have to be cautious about it, maybe he could pick up the ingredients in the villages as they passed through and try to have things assembled when they got back. He COULD bring the caravan leader into this but he'd prefer the knowledge of what he planned to do be kept secret for now. Amerigo decides to use this to study more. He opens the Tactica and tries to browse for information on how the Slate-Iron city oligarchy came to be and the limits of its reach. Monolouging and also using the [Tactica Transoceania +2] to study the greater feudal realm that Slate-Iron city controls, its history, and how far he'd have to go to be at the end of it. Ronwayne fucked around with this message at 00:25 on Aug 30, 2017 |
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Isiah Incipio - The Wilds Isiah had been patient. Isiah had been persuasive. Isiah had been merciful. Still these craven cowards demanded more. Now they wanted food and supplies that were properly Gaol's, not his. Still they made demanded resources the loyal soldiers would need to survive. The bone blade demanded their blood in urgent whispers and Isiah's patience was all used up. Lich's Bane lept eagerly into Isiah's hand and in a single motion he cut the head off the nearest traitor. Tainted by the touch of the necromantic blade, the blood fountained impossibly high into the air and splashed down on the walking dead. At its touch, they lurched into murderous motion. "Kill them all! A week's pay to the man who can kill the most of the traitors!" Death and more death - shock tactics to try and drive the clearly cowardly traitors into fleeing Warrior Prince +4 Black Legion Captain +2 LLSix fucked around with this message at 03:29 on Aug 30, 2017 |
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Riley - Mindy's Nightmare "It's okay! This is a nightmare. Nothing can hurt us here. Ever." The boogymen all stopped what they were doing as Riley shredded their compatriot and turned towards her. "That's not. Entirely....True." They hissed as they melted away. Mindy ran to Riley and hugged her. She sniffed. "I'm ok. It was snowing outside, it has been for a couple of days. Are you warm? Are you safe? I'm so so sorry." The dream became more pleasant now that Riley had taken over. The darkness receded but lingered at the edge of the dreamscape. Ksenija Ceranic - On The Trail of Stillia - 2 FP Stillia was trying to communicate with her coven. Give a report of some kind. However, Ksenija's legacy. The god artifact. Changed things. Stillia screamed as the simple communications ritual was co-opted by hell.exe . A ruby red light appeared and a link opened. One that hadn't been touched since before the world was banished underground. Stillia passed out right as a large cloven hoofed red demon popped through the slit created wetly and with a sound of tearing leather. Steam poured from it and it sniffed the air. "Ah. Ahhh! Some survived. The Adversary must know! His revenge was not complete." The horned head turned as grotesque goat's eyes sizzles in perversion and a nasty alien intelligence not meant for this world. It doubled in height. "There is much evil here and darkness." It studied the female on the ground and a forked tongue licked a mouth full of sharks teeth. Percy was speechless. <"H-h-how. How could this even happen? It's not possible..."> drat. A 12 on this. Like did your character's powers reach out into cup?! Crazy dice. The creature has not noticed you. Patak - Inn Common Room, Sump| FP 5 The innkeeper flinched but said nothing. The mindweaver said, "They won't remember. Just wake up with a headache no worse than a hangover." Upon hearing of the oaths the mindweaver swore. “I will swear off my ability to control minds except to blend in and to defend myself and the children only when in extreme danger.” The Innkeeper spat. “I will release the children to their mother. I will send het regular monetary support until they reach the age of adulthood. But I refuse to be near these beasts." Well it was as good as it could be. If Patak was satisfied Marie would depart with her children and the innkeeper would keep a low profile as long as Patak was at the inn. The War God’s Banner guarantees it will be so. By right of Patak's victory he could choose the terms of their surrender. Silth - Host/Blaylock - The Vault Interior The storm continued. Snow and lightning for the better part of yesterday and ongoing today. A strange sort of magic interacted with it. Not interfering but changing the moisture output to snow. A major enchantment. But Silth could easily break that enchantment with his artifact stone. By using it he could see tendrils of blue tinged magic tracing back to the origination point of the spell. The echo of Blaylock was very interested in this. It was an unknown power, even in the long memory of the church. He had not heard if it... Enchanted. You can trace the spell or break it. Breaking it loses the trail. Hakon and Daor - Hakon's Manor FP: 8 The chaos-orc was unavailable Daor reported. Jailed for a minor crime. Short of breaking him out and calling attention to your operations he would wait for instructions on that front. He did however find a slave dealer with all manner of pampering and pleasure slaves. Male, female, and in between. Hakon could have his pick. Best of all they were fully trained and no one would look twice if they were purchased. Ugh The chaos-orc is in county lockup. Not prison for petty crimes. He can be procured if you wish to hiest him. Daor found the perfect body servants for you. No one would even question if they were bought. 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"The Dark Cardinal wishes to speak with you." Ruh-roh! Amerigo Hieronymus Location: The Beer garden Inn, Grenmalk-City 1 FP, +1 upshift banked. The Tactica disolayed information on how the Slate-Iron city oligarchy came to be and the limits of its reach. Within the border of the current region and Slate-Iron kingdom the power of the six, the oligarchy's reach only existed within its borders. These borders were respected, since other nations with other crystals could start a war of annihilation over such things. So most countries kept to their own affairs. Not for a lack of covert trying. The six came to power many years after the fall beneath the world into the under-realms. It was a time of warlords and great strife. Civilization was nearly ruined. Factions within the lands fought to control their crystals and others' crystals as well. Within the region with the crystal of darkness the six each came from a faction descended from the original factions vying for power. Each seat represented something. The magus represented the law and enforced it. The dark cardinal religion. There was a merchant seat, one for nobles, a military seat, and another for magic users. Power players that kept each other in check. To get away from them would be to leave this land. Head north. And not stop. The cities scattered in the kingdom ranged from tiny to almost as large as Slate-Iron city itself. Their ways of running things differed from place to place. So long as they paid their tithes and obeyed the edicts of the six, most rulers could be as kind or cruel as they wanted. The ruler of Grenmalk-City was considered extremely progressive in his kind rule for the region. Perhaps it's why he was having issues now.
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Silth - Host/Blaylock - The Vault Interior Host/Blaylock narrows his eyes briefly in contemplation. This was, perhaps, worth investigating. It could accelerate his plans greatly. Returning to the barracks, he retrieves his box of items, and addresses his escorts. "The storm continues, but it is no worse than before. We will head back to the city, and I will investigate the cause of this sudden unseasonal storm. Get your gear back on and get one last drink, we head out once you are prepared." Once the guards were ready, they and Host/Blaylock headed out into the snowy landscape. Host/Blaylock had a slight detour to make, dropping off his prizes, before pursuing the culprit of this winter enchantment. But pursue he would; Silth, too, was curious. Securing the Artifacts in Blaylock's office before heading out to Trace the Enchantment using the Silth Stone [+2] if necessary. I am taking a single Spell Bottle with me.
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