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Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Platypuses pretty much have the most versatile power set out of any animal. They're basically a combination of Aquaman, Yoshi, Daredevil and the Scorpion in one cuddly package.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

T H E P L A T Y P U S

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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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Born a wee lad in the heart of Brisbane, Erwin Perriere, in spite of his diagnosis of cystic fibrosis, wasn't going to let a little something like an uncurable ailment stop him from achieving his dreams. Graduating from Melbourne University with a double-major in Zoology and Genetics at the remarkably young age of 17 with the support of his parents and step-brother, Mark, he took an interest in the research papers of Grace Balin, a disgraced academic from the now defunct Gotham Academy, and her conjectures on cross-species therapy. With his condition growing more terminal everyday, Erwin used Grace's research as the basis of his Honours project, seeking to perfect the process to make a gene therapy formula which could cure a wide range of chronic diseases from Huntington's, Alzheimers, sickle-celled anemia and more.

In his research process, Erwin grew desperate and used one of the formulas he had derived in the lab on himself. Now, I know what you might be thinking. It's the classic backstory for a mad scientist to use a prototype formula on himself without approval from the Australia Food and Drug administration which didn't receive a double-blind test. His initial reaction was pain, unbelievable agony, the type that made you want to die and wish your heart would stop beating. When he woke up, he realised four things.

One. His Cystic Fibrosis was gone.

Two. He needed to stop using Sharpies to label his test tubes because they smudged so much.

Three. He ingested the platypus formula instead of the axtotl formula.

Four. He was a six-foot tall bipedal platypus.

Inevitably realizing that the university would take action against him for recklessly experimenting on himself and that the government would inquire about how he managed to create such a formula, Erwin, in a display of not very capitalistic scientific ethics, torched down his lab and escaped into the wilds of the Australian Outback with only a tattered labcoat on his back. For weeks, he laid low, accepting the dietary needs of his new physiology and hiding in the swamps of Queensland, as authorities searched for any signs of his body, the news reporting about hysteric witnesses who reported 'a man in a platypus costume' who had ran down the parking lot of Melbourne University Biological Sciences Building.

It was in the muck and grime of the wetlands that Erwin discovered the budding seed of vigilantism within him when he noticed a group of poachers in the night surrounding a family of bettong. Whilst not initially wanting to get involved at first, Erwin's heart begrudgingly won out as he scared the pack of poachers off whilst reporting the bettong to the authorities. As he made his way back to his house, strangers and locals would whisper of a man-sized platypus who would stop robbers, tell off pickpocketers, escort kangaroos across busy streets and even help prevent rowdy beachgoers from drowning because they thought they had enough balls to stand in a riptide.

After six months of travel followed by periodic bouts of vigilantism, he finally made his way back to his family. Erwin was shocked to discover that they didn't reject him for his monstrous appearance (In hindsight, how would a platypus be terrifying?). However, after some discussion, his parents, his step-brother and Erwin decided that it would be exceptionally hard to keep a man-sized platypus thing at home and that with prejudice against metahumans and all things that didn't contain 100% human DNA rising in the national public conciousness of Australia, that it would be probably better for him to seek help with his condition.

Thus, Erwin set off on a journey to America, eventually encountering Morgan Edge, who offered him the possibility of a cure in exchange for joining a team of unknown individuals.....

A B I L I T I E S:

Thanks to the combination of an inert meta-gene along with the experimental cross-gene plasmid transduction formula, Erwin has been bestowed with a physiology superior to that of most human beings along with the proportional traits and abilities of the monotreme species, Ornithorhynchus anatinus, otherwise commonly known as the platypus. Deadlifting five tonnes, a constitution capable of weathering low-calibre bullet fire and stamina to survive 10 sprints around Uluru without losing a breath are just some of the miracles that the lab incident bestowed upon him. His semi-aquatic mammalian features such as his tail and webbed feet also him to manuever gracefully through water like an hairy duck-billed mermaid, upwards at speeds of up to 100 km/h. His glossy coat of fur is also useful in a pinch for surviving flames as well as keeping himself toasty in freezing temperatures.

Other than the usual package of brute strength and durability, Erwin's cuddly platypus visage isn't just for show, as, several centuries of evolutionary history have been hyper-accelerated by the formula into an assortment of useful powers, the most prominent being Erwin's powers of electroreception. With this, Erwin is able to track, differentiate and detect the unique bio-electric aura of any organic being or machinery that is able to emit one for miles. Whether it's behind fog, walls or in a bunker, Erwin will be able to find it with pinpoint accuracy. However, emission of electromagnetic pulses or high-density electromagnetic waves over a long period of time will short-circuit his abilities. This makes up for his low-light vision, which while excellent in the dark and in aquatic enviroments, is horribly bad in conditions with high quantities of light which are blinding to him. Thus, Erwin usually wears a large pair of shades.

Erwin's least used power is the lethal venom that he produces on a daily basis into glands stored in his elbows. The venom in his glands is considered by him to be a weapon of last resort. Stored in his elbows, this toxic corrosive substance is strong enough to cause debilitating pain to anyone it comes into contact with and cause death if not treated immediately.

He can also lay eggs.

Don't mention that fact to him.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

Erwin necessarily doesn't want to be a hero but he's finding that he doesn't necessarily hate it either. Erwin's desire to do good stems his drive to use scientific knowledge for the benefit of humanity and his experiences travelling alongside the outlying territories and boonies of Queensland. In spite of his excuse that heroism is a distraction for his quest to find a cure, Erwin spirit of selflessness and need to do right shines through, even when he complains about it.

Erwin uses the unimaginable power and diversity of an Australian's capacity to swear alongside his cocksure persona to hide his insecurity and doubt about his seemingly inhuman nature. Sure, a platypus ain't scary as a crocodile or an orca but the chance of any real integration or interaction with normal society went out the boat the moment he took the formula. Whilst Erwin's main goal above all is to find a cure for his condition, his desire to do good and find justice tangles with his seemingly self-centered goal. Thus, it's developed into a conundrum that threatens to tear himself in two.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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R E L A T I O N S H I P S:

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Who are your writing influences?

To be perfectly honest, it's a mixture of King, Orwell and Child that influenced my writing.

Orwell was partly an overall meta-influence in terms of how I wrote and the strictures in which my writing held to. I still maintain Politics and the English Language (1946), whilst overall being more relevant for essays rather than narrative prose, helped me immensely with peeling away the seemingly challenging nature of writing and delving deep into its guts.

King is the major influence in terms of how I set up atmosphere. It's that unrefined style combined with haunting, visceral imagery that I try and put into what I write. It's also the weird surreal situations he sets up combined with the in-laid horror that I unconsciously replicate in my prose whenever I have the chance.

Child's penchant for writing out the rhythm of action held true when I began roleplaying and still holds true today. In spite of his failures, he's got a real good way of getting the grit of fisticuffs or a old fashioned melee down that doesn't feel metronomic like other writers.

Bork Lazer's Storage Bunker

A Dystopian Satirical Capitalism Nightmare Simulator

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Day 2048 305,896 Does It Even Matter? 1

I'm on my last crayon. We ran out of our supply of Kraft Mac N Cheese a few days ago. ArtLine has decided that we should start rationing all our edibles, which includes my box of crayons. I managed to bargain with him to keep more but he would only let me keep one. Everything else is going into what that Greengrocer calls a 'gluten-free recycled stew'. The smell almost makes me want to barf.

It has been several shopping trips since we were forced to flee the Books Department. Although I don't want to admit it, it is likely that I am one of the last Archivists left remaining.

Nevertheless, it is my duty as a disciple of Dewey and an Archivist to record down history for the next generations of future aislers and lifters to use on their own trips.

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What kind of RP mood are you in?

I'm in the mood for a McDonalds or Burger King Roleplay.

Wal Quest - Interactive Post Apocalyptic Quest

[X] - Offer to help him with whatever problems he has in exchange for the Identity Card. [2]

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“ By the Boxes….” Melissa looks as if she’s one more insult away from knocking down the door and throttling the aisler by the throat. She knocks on the door once more with exasperation“ Repel, you promised me that you would see whether or not it was possible to give me the Identity Card yesterday. You can’t just back out of our deal without any explanation!”

“ Explanation?” You flinch as Repel’s voice somehow goes up a few notches in enraged hysteria. “ Those thrice scammed Smilers are the explanation! If you expire out there and they somehow trace it back to me….” Repel’s voice trails off as he becomes silent. You see his silhouette remain still in the bottled window. Your trained ears make out muffled whispers of frustration as Repel seemingly begins talking to himself.

“ No…..Stupid, stupid…..How am I going to deal with…..Ugh, just perfect, one problem after the next……”

“ Great.” Melissa puffs up one side of her cheek, crossing her arms in annoyance as she turns her back to the door and begins walking away. “ All my years in gift exchange and I can’t even convince one lone aisler to give up his goods. Now, we need to think of a Plan B! Come on, samurai. He isn’t going to help us. ”

You begin to follow her but your mind wanders to those words the aisler whispered. He ground beneath your feet sticks to you like elephant glue. There’s something more going on here than meets the eye. Instead of following Melissa, you walk to the door and give one single hefty knock that shakes the foundations of the makeshift shelter.

“ What in the - !” Repel screams inside. “ Didn’t I tell you to go away, Cereai?!”

“ You’re not dealing with the Cereai. You’re dealing with me now.”

Melissa mouths a silent “what are you doing?” looking at you quizzically. You put two fingers to your mouth as you look at her as Repel replies back in a doubtful tone.

“ What are you going to do, samurai? Cut down this door and drag me out until I beg? That’s what I expect from the Butchers of Black Friday anyway.”

You ignore the barb and merely continue on, mustering all the calm you have in your body.

“ As much as that is tempting, no. I’m going to offer you something more fair. We’ll solve whatever problems you’re having and you give us the Identity Card. You’d be foolish not to hire a Stationari and a Cereai in front of your door step. ”

“Problem? What makes you think I’ve got any problems?” Repel scoffs out loud.

“ Really?” You pretend to lose interest as you look at the silhouette through the window and shrug your shoulders. “ Well, I guess you’ve got a handle on it, then. We’ll go find others who are more willing to help. Come on, Melissa, let’s - “

The door slams open and Repel stumbles out, wheezing. Your eyes water at the white fog that hangs around his stick-thin body which is adorned in a simple rag of cheap tinsel wrappers. Around his waist is a belt of repellent canisters which jingle with each step he takes. His bloodshot eyes plead with you as he lifts out a hand.

“ WAIT! Wait. Alright, I’ve got one task for you.” He gulps before continuing. “ I need you to get rid of a dire-roach.”

“ A dire-roach?” You snort derisively. This was what the sampler was all worried about? “ All you need to do is just step on -”

“ It’s not just a dire roach! It’s - “ Repel birefly grabs you by your pauldrons, spittle flying from his mouth, before letting go. “ It’s the most ferocious beast I’ve ever seen! It dragged my shopping cart into the depths of the Lower Shelves. I tried to use my stockpile of Raid on it but it just ignored and scurried off into the Bin!”

“ So, what do you want us to do?”

“ Kill it, get rid of it, I don’t care how you do it! Just make it not my problem anymore and you can have this stupid thing for all it’s worth.”

He pulls out a moulded plastic blue square from under his belt. A faded picture of a smiling blonde man is in the center with a small printed name and a barcode underneath. At the top right corner is the unmistakable symbol of Sam’s benevolence, the six spoked star that the Smilers worshipped. It was a very good duplicate if it was one.

Melissa pulls you aside suddenly and looks at Repel suspiciously.

“ I don’t trust him. What if he’s lying?”

“ There are better lies to tell, and do you know anywhere else in the Bin we can find an Identity Card?”

The lack of reply is her answer. There’s distrust on Melissa’s face as her lips purse nervously, looking at Repel and then, you. She then sighs in defeat and give a deft nod.

“ So, what’s our next move?”

[X] - Accept the task that Repel has given to you immediately and make haste.

[X] - You are not risking your life and Melissa’s to venture into the depths of the Bargain Bin to slay some creature. Take it from Repel by force.

[X] - You know a PetMaster in the Bargain Bin, the one who was guarding Haagen. Leash. Just because he’s missing doesn’t mean he’s dead. Having him on your side would make this task easier.

KARSTS - A World Beyond Eons

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“ Do not heed the words of every thirsty fool.”

“Ubdet, the Axewalker, est 1254 B.R (Before Reseph)

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The rest of the expedition came neither late nor early, occupying an impasse that was not to Alu’s tasting. The plants were, of course, always fashionably early, having woken up the moment the ultraviolet rays of dawn shone upon their chlorophyll skin. They swayed roots and leaves in greeting before sitting at the expedition. Next came the dromads, the mutants, the odd fish and a few villagers who Bacter had offered contracts to. Alu was,of course, initially miserly with parting with the limited funds available. During the night of their arrival, when they argued about it, Bacter parried Alu’s screams with the fact that they had dwindled severely in manpower after crossing the South Rim of the Moghra’Yi before retorting that he had been insane to recruit the likes of a child from the Black Shelf.

@Prince Potter

Victarius had come first. The iron cat that normally was by his side was nowhere to be seen. Alu gave a small wave to the True Kin as he came to the table and took his helmet off, revealing a porcelain white face that was unmarred from the blights and miasmas that plagued most of the known world. The True Kin was a dying breed of True Kin, the kind that ventured out from their hermatically sealed castles down into the world below. More and more arcologies were becoming infested with the ideology of the Putus Templar, returning to isolationist policies as their crusade intensified with purpose. As Victarius took one of the first bites, Bacter leaned over towards Victarius. He pretended to look around skittishly, before whispering into the True Kin’s ear as though he was spilling an ancient secret.

“ Do you know in Isachaari culture, whoever takes the first sample of food must offer a sacrifice to the salt gods of the Moghra’Yi. I praise you for having the courage to do so, Occian, but I had no idea that you were so willing to strip yourself naked together with me and run into the - “

There was a pause before Bacter guffawed and slammed the table with his hoof.

“ Oh, just kidding!” Bacter then slid a hollowed horn of sap mead towards the True Kin. “ But lighten up a little. It’s not everyday that we get to enjoy such fine delicacies. Think of this as a cultural learning experience for you, man of the Sky Lattice. Few wayfarers have the opportunity to dine on Isachaari cuisine.”

He needed something to take his mind off the dreary past. Smashing open a shale oyster with his septatuple fingers, Alu bit into its soft pearl-white flesh, his tongue curling as the mineral zest of its juices coated his mouth.After an eternity of hardtack and pickled jellysquid on their long voyage from the Crustal Mortars of the Yawningmoon Sea, this was virtually heaven. Trickles of glistening oil dripped down his claws as he took another large bite, this time with more gusto.

@Adverb

The various sentient plants of their party almost seemed to shudder when Starfield arrived. Though they weren’t members of the Consortium, every culture of plants seemed to abhor the concept of fungi, especially one that arrived from beyond the astral heavens. Just as Cyanin, the hitherrose navigator of their expedition, began to complain, Bacter coughed and gave them all a dreaded stink-eye that shut them up. Conversely, the villagers who had decided to join them in the feast shouted words of gratitude, showing no ill will towards the bipedal fungus, raising their mugs of salted water.

@Rapid Reader

The last member was easy to distinguish amongst all the others, a beacon in the sea of smells, sensations and winds that Alu had been acquainted with for his 30 years of raccoon life. His nose wrinkled as the scent of rock and mineral pervaded the air, his mind still struggling to reconcile that a living being could not be composed of the flesh, bone and blood that was common in the air. Alu gingerly accepted the rock from Bacter and bowed his right head low respectfully towards Efere. His left one, however, couldn’t resist taking a nibble of the vinewafer on his plate.

“ Thank you for your gift. I hope that the light of the Many Moons continues to shine down upon our quest, just as you do, lady Efere.”

@pugbutter

“ As do I, even more for the child over there.” Bacter spoke up, looking at Alu with an accusing stare as he nodded towards Ongu and Bogavahnaa, the only Black Shelf tribals in the entire expedition. Alu shrank in his seat and tried to search for another person to converse with. Luck wouldn’t be on his side today, though. The people near him and Bacter were busily engaged in private dealings of their own.

Why did he have to bring this up now?

“ She decided to accompany us,” Alu replied, cool anger in his tone. “ She wasn’t forced, she wasn’t coerced, she came to us.”

“ You trust the judgement of a child?” Bacter said.

“ I trust the judgement of an esper.”

“ Starfield already serves that role.” Bacter pinched his bulbous nose. “ I have humored you this long because I believed you would drop her off at a neighbouring village, not offer her membership on this expedition.”

“ Humor me?” Alu snorted. “ Have you forgotten who is the leader?”

Bacter didn’t say anything. Putting down his fork and knife, he took out a rough-cut agate from his robes which glinted eerily in the sun. He then eyed Alu’s roughshod vest and gestured with the gem in his hoof. Alu dove his paws into the breeches and only held grains of sand and grass chaff in them.

“ Alright. You’ve made your point.” Alu grumbled, crossing his arms. “ So, what would you want me to do?”

Bacter gently picked up a ripe starapple from a fruit bowl, the distinctive white speckled skin responsible for its name glimmering in the heat. He tossed it towards Alu who juggled it in his paws, unaccustomed to its slippery surface.

“ Stop ignoring the child. If she is to be a member, then, treat her like one.”

Alu strode from the table towards where Ongu was. She was a few paces away from the table, on a sparse clearing on the hill. The plate of food felt like a sack of fullerite bricks in his hands as he stared at her, her eyes seeming to pierce into his raccoon soul. His whiskers quivered as he thought about what to do. He couldn’t just leave the plate here for her without saying anything. Finally, Alu made a decision. The dialects of the Black Shelf weren’t his speciality but he would do his best for Ongu’s sake. He cleared his throat and began speaking in the broken tongue of Ongu’s tribe with pronunciation that would make Boghvana, her interpreter, cringe in embarrassment.

“ Ate.” He pointed towards the plate and then, pointed towards where the rest of the expedition were eating. “ Stay, no going.”

He set the plate on the ground near to her and stood there listlessly for a few moments, indecisive about whether to speak more before giving a single nod and turning his back to the Black Shelf child, back to where the remainder of the expedition was.

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After much loud boisterous consumption, the feast had now settled into the death throes of boredom and snacking on piecemeal leftovers. Most of the villagers that had joined them had now left, leaving only the various members of the expedition who were busily picking over the remains like circling dawngliders in the Moghra’Yi.

“ Caramelized snail shells?” Bacter offered a plate to him. Alu shook his head as he set aside the ruined shale oyster shell.

“ No, I’ve had my fair share already.” Alu said, wiping his paws on a napkin “Besides, we are already behind schedule. I’ve done all I can to bear this procrastination, Bacter. We must continue on with the journey.”

He stood up on top of his stool and spoke out loudly.

“ Everyone! If I would have your attention, please….?” Rolling his eyes, Alu made a few more half-hearted attempts to catch his expedition’s attention such as snapping before whistling out an ear-rending squeal that was like a knife scraping against a cave wall.

“ Thank you for your attention. Before I begin, I must state the obvious. Our journey has been treacherous and full of surprises that we would never even consider. Nevertheless, in spite of these circumstances, I have never been prouder of you, all 23 members of this expedition, mutants and True -” Alu glanced at Efere momentarily, stumbling over his speech. “ - True Kin alike.”

“ Yet, we must not rest on our laurels. Whilst we have made a feat, being the only successful expedition in the last years to have stepped foot in these chrome steepled caverns - “ A series of cheers passed around the table as mugs were raised. “ - our journey has only begun.”

Alu then tapped his bracelet once, the device shuddering once before a holographic projection erupted from its circuitry. The blue light that emanated from the bracelet was pure chaos, coiling like a glowworm, before coalescing into a large scale map of Qud and its surrounding territories. The map zoomed in on two rivers that cut through Qud's landscape.

“ As some of you might know, I originally began this expedition as a part of my thesis on the architectural migration of Yypian tribes into Qud. My original theory was that the Yypians transitioned from an artifact gatherer tribe into a polythiestic agricultural tribe after Mechanimist missionaries were sent to contact them in 900 B.R. We can see this from the composition of the carbide adzes I found in -”

Bacter gave a small cough and nodded towards the rest of the expedition. A few were paying attention but most were either dozing off, glass-eyed or seemingly distracted with other matters. Alu’s eye twitched as he adjusted the

“ …..But I digress.” The image of Qud’s rivers then shimmered into a rocky coal mural, depicting a multi-armed horned individual engaged in combat with a fearsome Salt Kraken. “ Nevertheless, I found a remarkable number of Yypian shoal murals that all depicted him.” Alu pointed towards the individual in the image. “ Many of you have heard his name before. The locals here call him Ubdet, the Axewalker. The Slaughterkin of the Squalid Marsh. The Fourteen Limbed Man of the Gore Tribes.” Alu paused for effect , his voice becoming slightly tremulous.

“ The Second Sultan of Qud.”

There was a moment of silence. Then, Cyanin raised a wavering leaf and then, warbled with a touch of doubt in her voice.

“ I thought he was the first.”

“ No, he was the third!” A three-fingered mutant spoke in annoyance.

“ By the Argent Fathers, Arakash was the -”

“ Quiet!” Alu thundered out loud, quieting the commotion. “ I will not entertain this debate. Needless of your beliefs, Ubdet was a Sultan and most importantly, we are the only ones in Qud who know the location of his fortress! This will be an exciting archeological opportunity to learn about the history of our forefathers and find…..”

Alu’s voice trailed off glumly as he spotted that most of the expedition had glassy looks on their faces, even Bacter. The raccoon hated that this sort of business attracted philistines with no academic sensibilities.

“ Treasures. Artifacts. Treasures and artifacts for our taking. Enough drams to last you entire centuries” Alu palmed his face as several expedition members began to converse excitedly amongst each other. It was the cost of doing business with rogues and brigands, he supposed. He then unfurled out a large map of Qud and placed it at the center of the table where everyone could see it.

“ Regardless, our first destination will be the chromehold of Tziappur. It’s located to the north-eastern rim of the Moghra’Yi. We’ll need to cross into the Crimson Truncheon, lest any of you want to be eaten alive by a salt kraken or cooked alive by a snapjaw warband in the Red Canyons. However, if we were to wander in there right now without a geosynchronous compass coded specifically to its coordinates, our bodies will be naught but bone by the time someone found us in there.”

“ And where is this compass?” Bacter asked.

“ Where do you think?” Alu spread out his hands and looked around Hagashem. “ My dear Bacter, don’t think I ventured out to this little canyon hamlet just for dinner? No, there is evidence to suggest that Ubdet stepped on these lands and his footprints are evident as all of you will discover.”

Alu then stepped off his stool and tapped his bracelet again. The holographic image of the mural shimmers into a wire diagram of Hagashem. He swipes the pad of his thumb on the bracelet in a fast pattern that causes three sections of the diagram to glow.

“ Bacter, I require you and the other dromads to take stock of our supplies for the journey ahead. Cyanin, you and the other navigators will chart a proper course with your brethren to ensure that we do not roam errantly into snapjaw territory."

Bacter and Cyanin nodded, the two leaving their seats, with other members of the party, mostly dromads and plants, following them. Alu continued onwards.

"For the rest of you, I require volunteers to investigate these items of importance in Hagashem before we take our leave.”

“ I require some of you to investigate Hagashem’s canyon barrows located south of the village’s geyser pools and enter Ubdet's grave. Be careful not to desecrate the burial sites there. There are rumors of void spirits that haunt the grounds. Rumors, I remind you. Take that as you will. ”

“ The second task is considerably more difficult. Some of you must volunteer to talk with the villager’s head tinkerer, Yaran Urz, an artifex from Ibul. I believe he has important information that pertains to what is contained within Tziappur. However, he has rejected all attempts to negotiate with the mutant members of our party. I would recommend any True Kin here to meet with him, although, a mutant from the right temperament may be able to persuade him as well. ”

“ Lastly, there exists an abandoned temple in a rust cave that was once occupied by members of the Church of the Many Moons." Alu pointed over to his left, at an outcrop of shale where limestone ruins of a abandoned building could be seen. " Many of the murals in Yyp had remarkable similarity to the iconography associated with the Many Moons, with Ubdet in them. Investigation of these ruins may reveal clues about the compasses whereabouts."

“Upon completion of these tasks, you will receive a lump sum payment of 500 grams of hewn nymphous ruby..” Alu paused, looking at Bacter for permission. The dromad merely sagged in his chair, as if resigned with the financial future of the expedition, before nodding in confirmation. “ If all of these tasks are complete, you will all receive an additional payment of 200 grams. Each.”

“ So, which one of you would like to volunteer for these tasks?”

KARSTS - A World Beyond Eons

Alright. Well, I’m going to finish up my GM post most likely at about the end of this week. It’s just going to be a little bit of polishing to take into account everyone’s situation. Also, sorry for not spotting that post sooner. Busy with work and university and all that jazz.

KARSTS - A World Beyond Eons

@pugbutter

I feel like a dumbass for asking this but I was under the mistaken impression that you were going to make a follow up post before I made a GM post. Am I incorrect?