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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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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 |
# ¿ Jan 13, 2016 09:03 |
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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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# ¿ Jan 14, 2016 01:09 |
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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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# ¿ Jan 14, 2016 01:44 |
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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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# ¿ Jan 14, 2016 08:46 |
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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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# ¿ Jan 15, 2016 08:24 |
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Ok so, per discussion in IRC here is a proposed alteration to the way the elementalist works: Error 404 fucked around with this message at 19:00 on Jan 16, 2016 |
# ¿ Jan 16, 2016 03:10 |
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slydingdoor posted:over 9000 Error 404 fucked around with this message at 19:01 on Jan 16, 2016 |
# ¿ Jan 16, 2016 05:00 |
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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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[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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# ¿ Jan 17, 2016 04:05 |
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Oh my god
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# ¿ Jan 17, 2016 22:24 |
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01 Bonds:
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# ¿ Jan 18, 2016 04:39 |
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I'd like to think that my killbots are at least memorable! Pour one out for Claymore, too beautiful for this world.
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# ¿ Jan 18, 2016 23:55 |
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Vulpes Vulpes posted:Yeah, in the "wandering mystical do-gooder" sense rather than the "knight errant clad in steel" sense. Jedi
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# ¿ Jan 19, 2016 00:28 |
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slydingdoor posted:Ramona is secretly cutting deals with the ghosts. Unless Clavo is defying her orders and opening the hatch or something there's no way he'd know what she's doing. You never said anything about closing a hatch, only about moving out of earshot. No need to get mad.
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# ¿ Feb 5, 2016 19:17 |
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Ok, so the engine room is haunted by a youtube comments section? Awesome. Also, can I retcon my action, If I'd known Ramona was going to negotiate I'd have just followed her lead to see where she was going with it. Edit: since my previous action came after Ramona, I'll just stick with that and play it out from there. Error 404 fucked around with this message at 07:43 on Feb 6, 2016 |
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Yes. Will post tonight.
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# ¿ Feb 17, 2016 04:52 |
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Vulpes Vulpes posted:I think I might be a little mixed up as to what we're doing. Are we trying to trash the ghost ship, or fix our ship? Or fix the ghost ship in order to steal it? I'm all about fighting off poo poo so you all can do what you need to.
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# ¿ Feb 25, 2016 03:36 |
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I think plan might be too strong a word here.
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# ¿ Feb 25, 2016 19:06 |
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slydingdoor posted:(2/25/2016 12:51:59 PM) InfiniteOregano: 01's backstory Say what now?
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# ¿ Feb 26, 2016 00:10 |
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slydingdoor posted:(2/25/2016 12:51:59 PM) InfiniteOregano: 01's backstory No meme danker
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# ¿ Feb 27, 2016 21:09 |
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ORC STEW CAN MELT STEEL BEAMS!
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# ¿ Mar 31, 2016 06:55 |
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Wait...so elves (assuming they survive centuries) are infinitely adaptable? Fuckin cool! so then the pretty, whispy, pointy eared supermodels are just youngish adults, but a truly ancient elf, or one who's been through absolute meatgrinder hell and survived it, could be some huge chitinous monstrosity?
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# ¿ Mar 31, 2016 19:50 |
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Alumnus Post posted:Hey Error 404, you still with us? There's lots of freshly-minted opportunities in the latest post for m u r d e r Will update tonight
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# ¿ Jun 15, 2016 01:58 |
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Alumnus Post posted:paging Error404 and InfiniteOregano - rest-of-party sentiment in irc sounds generally positive or at least interested, so whatever do you think of this About the new character? Fine by me
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# ¿ Jul 9, 2016 14:44 |
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RIP 01... Nori Maki - Pissed off Aqualantis Mutate Ready to Rock and Roll! Look, I'll keep this short because none of you loving care anyway. I'm from Aqualantis, born and raised. When The Big Sink happened, I was lucky enough to be at school, near one of the docks. Me and the other kids got out on one of the few ships that managed to escape. From what I've learned since, my home district, Tian, was one of the hardest hit. I've never met another survivor from Tian that wasn't already on that boat with me. My whole family...just gone. Us kids, we got passed along with all the other refugees, some got split up, until it was just Jaime and I. I'd never spent much time with him in school, but he kept me sane through camp after camp. I grew to love him, and once we reached age we set off working crew on boats. It's what we practically grew up doing anyway. And then you let him die. You took the ship we called home, you led us into war on The Raft and even after it nearly killed Jaime on the ship, that Oceans-damned robot was the only thing that thought to arm either of us, or spare a moment to defend us. The one bright spot I had in the world died that day, and the really funny part is that the assholes who I hold most responsible just happen to be the best chance I have of returning home and trying to make things better. So I signed up with them. So drat us all, the big loving heroes. quote:Look: Hard Eyes, Purple Hair, Calloused Skin, Lithe Body quote:STARTING MOVES Error 404 fucked around with this message at 04:18 on Jan 25, 2018 |
# ¿ Sep 8, 2016 06:07 |
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Hey so. I am stuck slowpoasting for awhile but I will catch up the thread and noripoast tonight.
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# ¿ Nov 25, 2016 19:53 |
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# ¿ Apr 24, 2024 14:48 |
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I'm back. Bumping thread. Yeehaw.
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