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Current We got a new Skynd release. Today is a good day.
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2 yrs ago
It's been a few years, but yeah... I'm thinking I'm back
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5 yrs ago
Really in the mood for some gothic steampunk right now.
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5 yrs ago
Alright guys, I'm back. Will be posting very soon.
5 yrs ago
Estimating about two weeks until I can get my laptop replaced and my posting will be back up to speed.

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Phirra Darnos - Not many, probably about a dozen, but with good evasive capabilties, could probably just run away.
Katherine Nought - If alone, no more than one. If given a few days to prepare (i.e. grow genetic monstrosities in artificial incubators) many hundreds.
Tahzra - Less, more like half a dozen. Essentially a normal human with a big axe.
Emily Karn - Similar amounts (half a dozen). Increases dramatically with even with smaller weapons such as daggers, but does not personally own one.
Natalie Johanna - At most one. Functionally normal human with no weapons.
Rosa Stoneheart - 4 to 5 dozen. Tiredness will win out eventually.
Lanowen Pendragon - Around 2 dozen. Very skilled swordfighter, but no relevant magic, etc.
Isaya Niscent - 3-4 dozen, most takedowns will be nonlethal. Evasion will be easier and probably a better decision.
Paige Davis - Not even one. Only possessed magic will not be fast enough, otherwise a normal human that needs a crutch to walk.
@manapool1 Never played in a super dungeon, but it sounds fun. That's where I'm putting my vote.
She opened the door for Paige and Jordan and opened the door.


I don't know for certain, guys, but I'm pretty sure a door gets opened at some point here.



@Surtr Inc @Mike73 @Atrophy
Sucre Cafe



The creature that was now pounding its way through the back door of the Sucre Cafe was nothing like anything Paige had ever seen. "Reese", Kimberly had called it - the name sounded human, and while there was a vague physical resemblance, it was clear enough to Paige that whatever this was hadn't come for coffee or tea. There was nothing human left.

What was really strange, though, was that Kimberly had known what to call it. Evidently, she had met or heard of it before.

Paige stood still in shock for about a second as she saw the creature break a hole in the door. Then Jasmine (the new girl; another name Paige had picked up from Kimberly) threw a pot at the creature, not much, but something, and Paige had been about to join in when, yet again, her entire conception of what was real and possible was thrown off-balance.

Another young woman (this now made 5 of them. Had the entire population of Farmer Hill been replaced with college-age girls, as well?) rushed in, seemingly unaffected by the sight of the creature, Reese. Even as the pot was flying, midair, it suddenly zipped forwards, apparently as a result of something that the new girl did. Mysterious tattoos, half-human monsters, and magic, oh my! It was getting to the point where Paige was expecting to be surprised and confused, and whatever she thought about being called a "bitch", this new girl seemed about to redeem herself, so Paige just turned around and moved as quickly as she could toward the car parked outside.

Paige couldn't drive. She didn't know whether or not she legally could, on account of her condition, but she'd never even considered it anyway. She couldn't walk properly - she was not going to put her own or other people's lives in danger by trying to use that foot for anything requiring precision. This in mind, Paige hurriedly limped towards the door, hoping that someone else would be able to get them all away from that monster, Reese.
@manapool1 I'd like to join in. I'm pretty experienced with 5e, and if that's what we're playing I would like to play a blood hunter. No problem if not, though, I have other ideas. I'm less experienced with Pathfinder, but I played D&D 3.5e quite a lot and they are very similar.



@Surtr Inc @Mike73
Sucre Cafe



"No, thanks, I..."

Paige had been intending to decline Kimberly's offer when she saw something moving quickly out of the corner of her eye, punctuated a moment later by the sound of screaming. She had been second-guessing her own senses today, but she was hardly going to ignore someone screaming, especially when said screaming person, a somewhat dark-skinned young woman, came running into the cafe telling them to run or to hide. Paige looked down at her own leg, and at Jordan's.

Hide it is, then.

Paige picked up her crutch from the seat next to her and stood up, feeling pathetically unable to deal with this, this monster, had the girl said? That was a question for later, when they were safe - having witnessed some weirdness already, she was willing to accept the idea of a serial killer monster as at least possible. In any case, she had to get on. Every second would count, and they didn't have many. This monster, or whatever it was, would be on them soon if the new girl had needed a full sprint to get this far. As for places to hide... under a table or behind the counter both seemed painfully obvious, and Paige couldn't think of anything else but perhaps there would be something better in another room.

"We can't run," Paige said to the new girl, gesturing both to her leg and to Jordan's. "Kim," she said, turning to the woman in question, "is there somewhere in the back we can hide, in the kitchen or something?"

So it seemed that the weirdness had moved from confusing and a little worrying to potentially life-threatening. Despite this terrifying change for the worse, Paige couldn't help feeling a little glad that at least she wasn't the only crazy one.
So I just read through Jasmine's Abstraction, and a thought occured to me.

An average car has a mass of 4079 pounds, or about 1850 kilograms. Therefore an average car driving at 30 miles per hour (about 13.5 metres per second) would have 405kgm/s of momentum. An average human head has a mass of 5 kilograms, so 405kgm/s of momentum added to that head would give it a velocity of 81 metres per second. Impact force is the change in velocity divided by the time it took for that change to take place. However, the change in momentum applied by Jasmine's Abstraction is theoretically instantaneous anyway, so even a tiny addition to or subtraction from momentum in an object would (again, theoretically) cause infinite impact force. Practically speaking though, "instantaneous" does not exist, only very fast. But say the change in momentum took a tenth of a second. In the example above, that's still 810 Newtons of impact force, and that's from a relatively slow moving car. Think about what could be done with, say, a train.



@Surtr Inc
Sucre Cafe



Paige almost jumped when Kimberly spoke to her. Obviously, she shouldn't have - someone would bring her her drink pretty soon, of course - but she'd been so lost in thought that she'd almost entirely forgotten about the latte.

Paige grinned at her own obliviousness as she turned to face Kimberly. "Thanks" was her reply to the first thing Kimberly said, taking the coffee as she did so. She had been about to say something like 'Sorry, I didn't hear you, I was thinking' when the other girl spoke again.

"Yeah, it's been pretty good so far. I prefer a smaller place like this to the city," Paige said. That was all true. Here in Farmer Hill, Paige didn't have to be somewhere every second minute, it was quieter, and best of all, there were no crazy fucking heroin-addicted loons firing fucking guns at innocent fucking people. Yeah, that was a real upside. Not considering it the wisest of plans to voice her full opinion, Paige simply frowned briefly, and said "I like the quiet, and the scenery."

Paige had just noticed the shape on Kimberly's forehead. It seemed to be a design, like the mark on Paige's back. It was weird - Kimberly had never struck Paige as the type to get a tattoo, and the forehead was hardly a typical place to get one either way. To make matters stranger, no one else seemed to be paying it any notice, despite it being so blatantly and strangely positioned. Even Kimberly herself didn't seem particularly aware of it, as one would expect with a new tattoo - when Paige had gotten her first one, her normal one, she'd totally avoided wearing any kind of coat or jacket, even in the cold, just to make sure it was visible, for three weeks straight. In short, it seemed that the same thing that had happened to Paige had happened to Kimberly.

It didn't seem smart to mention any of this. It must have been some kind of illusion or hallucination, there was no other logical explanation. As for illogical explanations, well, Paige was no conspiracy theorist. The supernatural held no interest for her, and it seemed foolish to use it to explain something which was more likely an issue with her health.

Still, a part of her knew this wasn't a hallucination. This simply wasn't the kind of thing people see.

Paige realised that she had unintentionally assumed a troubled expression. Kimberly, being Kimberly, would probably pick up on this pretty fast, so Paige decided just to answer the question before it was asked. "Sorry, I'm a bit out of sorts right now. I've just... got some things I need to think over. Don't worry about it."

What the hell was going on?


Paige Davis

Grand Ridge Academy Dorm -> Sucre Cafe



Paige got up at 5:30 in the morning, once again, and performed her morning ritual, going out to the field and pacing back and forth without her crutch, trying to keep her balance, as usual.

She returned to her dorm and had breakfast, half-expecting another fire alarm to go off. After what happened at the stairs yesterday, she hoped not. Paige hated asking for help, more so when the cause of the problem was her prosthesis. Perhaps there was nothing wrong with it holding her back - she could hardly be expected to function as well as everybody else while handicapped like this - but there was no reason not to try, and Paige disliked admitting her weakness. Perhaps "embarassment" was the wrong word for it, but that the most fitting one she could think of.

The fire alarm didn't go off.

Paige had no classes today; this was the sort of day in which she'd normally practice playing her violin, spend extra time at the field walking, or catch up on her studies. However, with classes cancelled yesterday after the fire alarm, Paige had spent a lot of her time doing those same things, and dedicating a whole other day to them did not appeal to her. Besides, something was bothering her, and she wanted time to think without something else taking up her attention. This in mind, she scooped up her white leather coat off the back of a chair, and headed out to the Sucre Cafe.

She had seen it this morning, getting out of the shower. A mark on her back, like a tattoo, just below her neck. A cresent moon, with a design of a sun held within the curve. And it was a design, to be certain - it was impossible that something so intricate and stylised could have been caused by anything but a human. The first assumption would be that Paige had just drunk too much one night, made a bad decision, then forgotten about it by morning. However, this was impossible. Paige rarely drank, and never enough for something like that to happen, barely being able to walk anyway. Since she had no knowledge of its formation until so recently, it could easily have been days or weeks since that had occured, its position on her back meaning it was easy to miss. Paige was certain, though, that there was a logical solution to this conundrum. Tattoos don't just appear on people, and she should know. The one she'd gotten herself had hurt, badly.

This was the train of thought Paige followed on the way to the Sucre. She found a seat, ordered a latte. Paige sat by the window for over an hour, thinking closely, coming up with nothing.
@Surtr Inc Yeah, like you said, either of those could work. In any case, I'll be sending Paige down to the Sucre tonight, ready for whatever it is you're planning.
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