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RAIN OF SPIDERS (SPIDERS spiders)
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It seems today, that all you see,
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Holy Spirit Activate
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Remember the indigenous people of the Americas today.
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Critical Role? More like Crunchical Hole, haha. But yes, it's pretty uh... well, the Mercer Effect exists for the same reason people think porn is an accurate depiction of sex.
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Hello, I am me from the internet. I migrated here from Kongregate's Forum Games Forum, so feel free to look for me there if you wish to follow a career in internet stalking people. (ಠ_ಠ) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
A link to some of my past characters, which I need because static tabs do not take up internet.
“I really don’t follow how your faith believes its perfectly acceptable to doom 4,000 years plus of sentient beings, on a pre-set path of no escape from sin, just so their descendants can be offered the ‘chance of salvation’ when the god murders its own son.”
~vikaTae
“Don’t be an ass or a pussy, ’lest you get screwed by life. Being a mouth or a hand is somewhat safer, and an eye socket is pretty much sacred in this regard, so always keep a look out.”
~BCLEGENDS
A link to some of my past characters, which I need because static tabs do not take up internet.
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“I really don’t follow how your faith believes its perfectly acceptable to doom 4,000 years plus of sentient beings, on a pre-set path of no escape from sin, just so their descendants can be offered the ‘chance of salvation’ when the god murders its own son.”
~vikaTae
“Don’t be an ass or a pussy, ’lest you get screwed by life. Being a mouth or a hand is somewhat safer, and an eye socket is pretty much sacred in this regard, so always keep a look out.”
~BCLEGENDS
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The Inquisitor was alive, and supposedly well by his own word. At very least, he was able to talk, which meant he would survive until a proper analysis of his injuries could be taken. At the Inquisitor's order, Alexa moved off to begin his search... and she supposed she'd have to call to any Sisters who had not been near him when the order was given, since he'd asked that of her as well. At least she could make that part quick.
'Sisters! The Inquisitor seeks survivors out of the foes who have beset us,' she yelled, a voice that might otherwise be somewhat lacking re-amplified to booming by her for-once useful helmet vox. 'Seek them out and bring them to him!' And as for her, she'd already decided she would need to look for injured Sororitas as well, since she and a couple of others were the only ones who could help them; already, she had spotted Sister Persephone lying unmoving behind a stack of barrels, both riddled with bullet holes. Judging by the reaction of Sister Lisbeth as she knelt at the woman's side, Persephone was already dead and sitting by the Emperor's side, and she knew at least some others had suffered similar fates. Unfortunate, and Alexa would ensure that vengeance was taken against those who would slay them and theirs, if indeed any more such foes existed in this place.
For now, however, those who could be helped needed her attention; based on a quick headcount, it seemed just the one Battle-Sister needed any further attention, leaning back against a stack of crates and groaning to herself. Closer inspection, once Alexa had made her way over, found that there was a hole in her gut. Not a great place to get shot, but tolerable given rapid attention.
'Sister... I screwed up,' the Sororitas lying before her spoke. 'Those hellguns pack more of a punch than I expected.'
'You've done the best you can, and I'm certain you have much more to give,' Alexa replied, and was immediately back to cursing the deep voice emanating from beneath her helmet. Not soothing at all. Then again, the Sisters of Battle rarely needed soothing so much as healing. That in mind, the Hospitaller got to work, first cutting away the damaged armour plate, and then injecting an anaesthetic solution into her ally's flesh next to the wound. At the same moment, she scanned the injury site to establish the seriousness of the wound, and found that aside from one artery that had been nicked, bleeding profusely but outward, and a damaged liver, the Battle-Sister hadn't suffered too terrible a wound. Having cut away a section of flesh to reach the damaged areas, Alexa told her as much as she pulled the artery's walls back together and sealed them closed, a layer of medigel beneath the sealing agent ensuring they would heal rapidly.
'Oh, great, my liver. One of the most important organs in my body, and it has a hole in it,' she deadpanned, chuckling even as she drew a light laugh from Alexa. Emperor's mercy, she could be funny at times, even if she was typically dour in tone. That said, the hole through that and her flesh could be fixed easily enough; a few appropriate substance applications later, and it was practically like she'd never been shot at all! And, just a splash of sacramental oils to bless the healing process before patching the power armour up again with a spray of repair cement.
'Good as new, Sister,' Alexa uttered, standing up again and helping pull her ally to her feet. A word of thanks, and she was off on the hunt for further survivors, friend or foe; likewise, Alexa began to look around further, just in case another Sister had missed her sight, as well as any foes who might warrant the Inquisitor's attention.
'Sisters! The Inquisitor seeks survivors out of the foes who have beset us,' she yelled, a voice that might otherwise be somewhat lacking re-amplified to booming by her for-once useful helmet vox. 'Seek them out and bring them to him!' And as for her, she'd already decided she would need to look for injured Sororitas as well, since she and a couple of others were the only ones who could help them; already, she had spotted Sister Persephone lying unmoving behind a stack of barrels, both riddled with bullet holes. Judging by the reaction of Sister Lisbeth as she knelt at the woman's side, Persephone was already dead and sitting by the Emperor's side, and she knew at least some others had suffered similar fates. Unfortunate, and Alexa would ensure that vengeance was taken against those who would slay them and theirs, if indeed any more such foes existed in this place.
For now, however, those who could be helped needed her attention; based on a quick headcount, it seemed just the one Battle-Sister needed any further attention, leaning back against a stack of crates and groaning to herself. Closer inspection, once Alexa had made her way over, found that there was a hole in her gut. Not a great place to get shot, but tolerable given rapid attention.
'Sister... I screwed up,' the Sororitas lying before her spoke. 'Those hellguns pack more of a punch than I expected.'
'You've done the best you can, and I'm certain you have much more to give,' Alexa replied, and was immediately back to cursing the deep voice emanating from beneath her helmet. Not soothing at all. Then again, the Sisters of Battle rarely needed soothing so much as healing. That in mind, the Hospitaller got to work, first cutting away the damaged armour plate, and then injecting an anaesthetic solution into her ally's flesh next to the wound. At the same moment, she scanned the injury site to establish the seriousness of the wound, and found that aside from one artery that had been nicked, bleeding profusely but outward, and a damaged liver, the Battle-Sister hadn't suffered too terrible a wound. Having cut away a section of flesh to reach the damaged areas, Alexa told her as much as she pulled the artery's walls back together and sealed them closed, a layer of medigel beneath the sealing agent ensuring they would heal rapidly.
'Oh, great, my liver. One of the most important organs in my body, and it has a hole in it,' she deadpanned, chuckling even as she drew a light laugh from Alexa. Emperor's mercy, she could be funny at times, even if she was typically dour in tone. That said, the hole through that and her flesh could be fixed easily enough; a few appropriate substance applications later, and it was practically like she'd never been shot at all! And, just a splash of sacramental oils to bless the healing process before patching the power armour up again with a spray of repair cement.
'Good as new, Sister,' Alexa uttered, standing up again and helping pull her ally to her feet. A word of thanks, and she was off on the hunt for further survivors, friend or foe; likewise, Alexa began to look around further, just in case another Sister had missed her sight, as well as any foes who might warrant the Inquisitor's attention.
@Sypherkhode822 Well, that does help me, as I will not be able to post anything else until you've posted as Mags. Just as base-coverage, so I'm not kicked from the game without good cause, PH.
I am also still here. Besides, if need be, slow character creators can always be replaced by players more willing to do things in a timely fashion, after all.
@MiddleEarthRoze More likely to be next month, actually, considering the posting schedules.
I've done a post as Nuva. @POOHEAD189, if you don't mind my asking, we're going to need a description of trolls in the book of lore if we want to fight them properly. Or have any sort of anecdotal knowledge on them at all, I guess.
A troll, eh? A tough fight, certainly, but Nuva felt it'd be no particular match for somebody who had his particular set of... capabilities, he decided was the best word. He'd prefer these capabilities in a less threatening form than he possessed, of course, but since that wasn't a choice, he'd make do for now. So, midday at the northern gate... easily achieved, he supposed. And in the meantime, he'd probably take a look around for what he had in mind.
Speaking of looking around, he glanced back as he heard footsteps moving away from him, seeing the newcomer Lis heading toward Kayden and Allard. No doubt she was as interested in that job as he. Well, five gold was better than nothi- wait, no, they were equals in that matter. Arguably, he could even be called her senior, since he'd been with Kayden for... was it a week longer then her? Give or take a few days. And whilst he didn't like using his bulk to make a point, he would if he had to...
And that was beside the point, he reminded himself. Ten gold would be more than sufficient, but first, he'd actually have to kill the troll. And that would require being in the right place at the right time. Until then, he supposed he'd get on with his personal errand. Promptly, he headed away from the guild grounds, deciding to spend the next few hours searching for the location he was thinking of. And if he was lucky, it'd actually be in this city. If not... well, it'd be no particular change from his life at present.
@POOHEAD189@BurningCold@Fetzen@MiddleEarthRoze@Jollan@rush99999@Tangletail
Speaking of looking around, he glanced back as he heard footsteps moving away from him, seeing the newcomer Lis heading toward Kayden and Allard. No doubt she was as interested in that job as he. Well, five gold was better than nothi- wait, no, they were equals in that matter. Arguably, he could even be called her senior, since he'd been with Kayden for... was it a week longer then her? Give or take a few days. And whilst he didn't like using his bulk to make a point, he would if he had to...
And that was beside the point, he reminded himself. Ten gold would be more than sufficient, but first, he'd actually have to kill the troll. And that would require being in the right place at the right time. Until then, he supposed he'd get on with his personal errand. Promptly, he headed away from the guild grounds, deciding to spend the next few hours searching for the location he was thinking of. And if he was lucky, it'd actually be in this city. If not... well, it'd be no particular change from his life at present.
@POOHEAD189@BurningCold@Fetzen@MiddleEarthRoze@Jollan@rush99999@Tangletail
'...I'm gonna go out on a limb here,' Deprave muttered with a roll of his eyes, nabbing the Power-Pint from Betty as he talked (Grog had given consent for that, right? Yeah, totally, probably, and he didn't need consent anyway), 'and guess that what that is is a spirit, which does some sort of shocking. Like, electrical... ity, and lightning and that shit. Stuff people started using a couple of centuries back or whatever. That's something the riddle pointed out.' As he talked, he turned the mug this way and that, trying to figure out how the damn thing worked, anyway. Grog always used verbal commands, but if he could just will it to fill with, say, xocolatl...
Oh, it really WAS filling with xocolatl! And judging from the smell, as well as a quick sip flooding his mouth with a familiar, yet long-forgotten taste of spice and bitterness, it was the actual stuff he was used to: nicely chilled, a good foam on top, really high quality ingredients, and certainly not that mouth-burning, over-sweetened "hot chocolate" crap that had apparently replaced it since then. Shit, he hadn't had good stuff like this since before he'd died!
'...if anybody interrupts me, they die,' he managed to get out, before promptly upending the Power-Pint over his wide-open mouth, chugging a stream of xocolatl that was apparently endless, and GODS, he could just spend forever and a day drinking and drinking and drinking and... he might give this mug back to Grog eventually. Some day. Maybe.
Oh, it really WAS filling with xocolatl! And judging from the smell, as well as a quick sip flooding his mouth with a familiar, yet long-forgotten taste of spice and bitterness, it was the actual stuff he was used to: nicely chilled, a good foam on top, really high quality ingredients, and certainly not that mouth-burning, over-sweetened "hot chocolate" crap that had apparently replaced it since then. Shit, he hadn't had good stuff like this since before he'd died!
'...if anybody interrupts me, they die,' he managed to get out, before promptly upending the Power-Pint over his wide-open mouth, chugging a stream of xocolatl that was apparently endless, and GODS, he could just spend forever and a day drinking and drinking and drinking and... he might give this mug back to Grog eventually. Some day. Maybe.
@Tangletail Wait, damn. My joke makes less sense in this game than it would in the other game, where I'm actually playing a thief sort of character.
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