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Back when dinosaurs ruled the Earth, I got started with writing online on the Spore forums. Man, those were the days. We're talking like 12 years ago 2010-ish!
I've been here on and off for almost as long, and have GM'd a bunch of different things to varying success.
I've been here on and off for almost as long, and have GM'd a bunch of different things to varying success.
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I know that it was originally based on DK. But of course, the lore was greatly changed and the ability to create constructs and design your own creatures wasn't in the game.
Anyone know where to start?
We should probably reconsider our decision to not recruit more people.
The apparition at first glance appeared to be little more than a mass of writhing smoke and shadows, if seen under light. In its domain, the black canvas of night and the dark depths, the creature was invisible. Only its smell would give its away; the air around the thing inevitably would reek of the metallic odor of blood, and of the revolting rot of death and the spirit realm.
Shaige looked down at figurine he had brought into his heart. Discarded by some Mutig when the tribe took to worshiping the Keeper, it was this idol that Shaige had used to summon a tribal spirit. Of course, the Loa, as such spirits were called, held little power. They were hardly any wiser than the wild beasts that they had been in life, and so they wielded their considerable power brazenly and unpredictably. They had failed to aid the Mutig tribe in its most dire time, and so Shaige saw any attempt to gain their support through negotiation as futile. Enslaving them had been advantageous, in any case.
By corrupting the animal spirits and coercing them into his servitude, Shaige had created even more powerful minions than could have been hoped for. Like their master, they belonged in the spirit realm, but they were anchored to the world of the living with blood magic. The power of the unholy font, Shaige's dungeon heart, would allow them to move between the spirit realm and this one, albeit with a good deal of effort and a short amount of time. In this way, they would be able to travel undetected and unhindered, until suddenly reappearing where needed. They would be useful for appearing out of thin air, ambushing enemy forces or simply breaking apart formations from within. The more intelligent shadow beasts could be used as scouts or assassins.
If one's vision could penetrate the shroud of darkness that the shadow beasts liked to dwell within, it would be possible to see an animal within the swirling smoke and shadows. The corrupted loas came in many different forms; snakes, bears, wolves, owls. Regardless, they were all lethal. Any claws or fangs that the beasts had possessed in life were still there, ghostly in appearance but all too real. Any wounds suffered at the hands of the shadow beasts would rapidly lead to unconsciousness, then necrosis, illness, and death. Being partially incorporeal, the beasts were far more difficult to slay than living ones. However, their state offered no protection against magic, and light was their bane. Under cover of darkness they were death incarnate; swift, invisible, and dangerous. In the light, however, their hides of smoke and shadow withered. Sunlight and flame could render them dizzy, weakened, and all too visible.
Now that he had invoked this rite in his dungeon heart, more shadow beasts would be created. They prowled the unused tunnels and caverns in the dungeon, hiding from the occasional glow of the pain elementals that also lurked in such places. With the new creature complete, Shaige had time to inspect the status of his dungeon. Between the pain elementals and shadow beasts, he had a fearsome force. Combined with the might of the now trained, drilled, and equipped zealots, destroying the wretched Klug tribe would be easy enough.
The hawkish Klug warbands would then cease harassing the Mutig, and the display of power would go a long way toward showing the other tribes what would come to those who defied a Keeper. Then, with the forest tribes united, Shaige would be able to look elsewhere for allies without worrying about having a horde arrive at his doorstep and sack the dungeon in his absence. The combined forces of the forest tribes would be enough to stop the Paterdomans crusade, take back the conquered parts of the forest, and then sack the grand city.
The Keeper some time to contemplate why he desired so much to destroy that city. There would be many people there, to enslave and use to further grow his power. Setting such an ambitious goal gave the ghostly Keeper purpose, something that he had desperately sought out since his first moment of existence. Conquering such a great bastion would prove his power, and leave no doubt in the minds of any that he was a Keeper to be trifled with. None of those were the reason. Perhaps with more wondering the ghost would have found an answer, but his musings were violently interrupted. The entire dungeon shook. Already in his dungeon heart, it took the Keeper only a moment to examine his domain and find the cause: there had been a massive cave-in in the uppermost levels of the subterranean city. The denizens of his dungeon did not know this, as the sole exit to the surface was now blocked, but the source of this collapse had been a collision. Some sort of thing had crashed down with tremendous force straight into the rocky hillock above.
Immediately the Keeper knew that this was no normal meteor. Inside his dungeon heart, Shaige was omnipresent. He saw that the thing glowed with a red aura, that it was some sort of crystalline structure engraved with otherworldly runes. He sensed its destructive aura, and the power within, as if he was right next to the artifact. Soran, Fangir, and a few others had taken the initiative to act. The storage rooms were being ransacked for timber. Crude wooden supports were being erected everywhere to prevent further collapses. People on both sides of the collapsed tunnels were trying to clear them out with shovels,pickaxes, and magic. Soran was already barking orders to clear out the way to the entrance, before everyone suffocated. A few had been injured, but for the most part the damage was actually minimal. The wounded would be tended to, somewhere, by one of the druids. Pah! Shaige cursed his oversight, to have not ordered construction of a medical ward before now. He made a mental note to see to that later.
But now, Shaige was distracted. Some foreign entity was attempting to probe his mind from afar, no doubt having sensed the Keeper's potent aura. The conscience tugged at Shaige's mind with an inordinate amount of power, far more than any human and most Keepers could wield, willing the Keeper to leave the dungeon heart and approach the fallen artifact. Warily and begrudgingly, Shaige complied. He himself was curious as to the nature of this artifact, and needed to determine if it was a threat.
Repairing damage caused by collapses: 0/4
Shaige looked down at figurine he had brought into his heart. Discarded by some Mutig when the tribe took to worshiping the Keeper, it was this idol that Shaige had used to summon a tribal spirit. Of course, the Loa, as such spirits were called, held little power. They were hardly any wiser than the wild beasts that they had been in life, and so they wielded their considerable power brazenly and unpredictably. They had failed to aid the Mutig tribe in its most dire time, and so Shaige saw any attempt to gain their support through negotiation as futile. Enslaving them had been advantageous, in any case.
By corrupting the animal spirits and coercing them into his servitude, Shaige had created even more powerful minions than could have been hoped for. Like their master, they belonged in the spirit realm, but they were anchored to the world of the living with blood magic. The power of the unholy font, Shaige's dungeon heart, would allow them to move between the spirit realm and this one, albeit with a good deal of effort and a short amount of time. In this way, they would be able to travel undetected and unhindered, until suddenly reappearing where needed. They would be useful for appearing out of thin air, ambushing enemy forces or simply breaking apart formations from within. The more intelligent shadow beasts could be used as scouts or assassins.
If one's vision could penetrate the shroud of darkness that the shadow beasts liked to dwell within, it would be possible to see an animal within the swirling smoke and shadows. The corrupted loas came in many different forms; snakes, bears, wolves, owls. Regardless, they were all lethal. Any claws or fangs that the beasts had possessed in life were still there, ghostly in appearance but all too real. Any wounds suffered at the hands of the shadow beasts would rapidly lead to unconsciousness, then necrosis, illness, and death. Being partially incorporeal, the beasts were far more difficult to slay than living ones. However, their state offered no protection against magic, and light was their bane. Under cover of darkness they were death incarnate; swift, invisible, and dangerous. In the light, however, their hides of smoke and shadow withered. Sunlight and flame could render them dizzy, weakened, and all too visible.
Now that he had invoked this rite in his dungeon heart, more shadow beasts would be created. They prowled the unused tunnels and caverns in the dungeon, hiding from the occasional glow of the pain elementals that also lurked in such places. With the new creature complete, Shaige had time to inspect the status of his dungeon. Between the pain elementals and shadow beasts, he had a fearsome force. Combined with the might of the now trained, drilled, and equipped zealots, destroying the wretched Klug tribe would be easy enough.
The hawkish Klug warbands would then cease harassing the Mutig, and the display of power would go a long way toward showing the other tribes what would come to those who defied a Keeper. Then, with the forest tribes united, Shaige would be able to look elsewhere for allies without worrying about having a horde arrive at his doorstep and sack the dungeon in his absence. The combined forces of the forest tribes would be enough to stop the Paterdomans crusade, take back the conquered parts of the forest, and then sack the grand city.
The Keeper some time to contemplate why he desired so much to destroy that city. There would be many people there, to enslave and use to further grow his power. Setting such an ambitious goal gave the ghostly Keeper purpose, something that he had desperately sought out since his first moment of existence. Conquering such a great bastion would prove his power, and leave no doubt in the minds of any that he was a Keeper to be trifled with. None of those were the reason. Perhaps with more wondering the ghost would have found an answer, but his musings were violently interrupted. The entire dungeon shook. Already in his dungeon heart, it took the Keeper only a moment to examine his domain and find the cause: there had been a massive cave-in in the uppermost levels of the subterranean city. The denizens of his dungeon did not know this, as the sole exit to the surface was now blocked, but the source of this collapse had been a collision. Some sort of thing had crashed down with tremendous force straight into the rocky hillock above.
Immediately the Keeper knew that this was no normal meteor. Inside his dungeon heart, Shaige was omnipresent. He saw that the thing glowed with a red aura, that it was some sort of crystalline structure engraved with otherworldly runes. He sensed its destructive aura, and the power within, as if he was right next to the artifact. Soran, Fangir, and a few others had taken the initiative to act. The storage rooms were being ransacked for timber. Crude wooden supports were being erected everywhere to prevent further collapses. People on both sides of the collapsed tunnels were trying to clear them out with shovels,pickaxes, and magic. Soran was already barking orders to clear out the way to the entrance, before everyone suffocated. A few had been injured, but for the most part the damage was actually minimal. The wounded would be tended to, somewhere, by one of the druids. Pah! Shaige cursed his oversight, to have not ordered construction of a medical ward before now. He made a mental note to see to that later.
But now, Shaige was distracted. Some foreign entity was attempting to probe his mind from afar, no doubt having sensed the Keeper's potent aura. The conscience tugged at Shaige's mind with an inordinate amount of power, far more than any human and most Keepers could wield, willing the Keeper to leave the dungeon heart and approach the fallen artifact. Warily and begrudgingly, Shaige complied. He himself was curious as to the nature of this artifact, and needed to determine if it was a threat.
Repairing damage caused by collapses: 0/4
Uhg. Halfway through that post, the one that was already twelve hours late, my browser crashed. And for some reason RPGuild didn't save it like it normally does. Well, at least I only lost a few paragraphs.
BBeast, did you see that latest PM? And sorry for me not posting yet. I will try to work something in within the next 12 hours.
Guess who has returned from Cross Country camp, battered an utterly exhausted. 
I see that this RP has kept on kicking, and that we've had several great posts aboutthe Catalysts even without me being there. Y'know, I actually kind of like this hands-off approach where you all write the dialogue for the Ripper when it communicates with your keeper. It will be tricky, but maybe we can continue that way.
I am ever so slightly concerned that we'll all go neutral or side with the Carver, which would be somewhat uninteresting. Oh well, there will be several chances to switch allegiances as time goes on.
I see that this RP has kept on kicking, and that we've had several great posts aboutthe Catalysts even without me being there. Y'know, I actually kind of like this hands-off approach where you all write the dialogue for the Ripper when it communicates with your keeper. It will be tricky, but maybe we can continue that way.
I am ever so slightly concerned that we'll all go neutral or side with the Carver, which would be somewhat uninteresting. Oh well, there will be several chances to switch allegiances as time goes on.
Well, now it's my turn to take a week long trip. In about an hour I'll leave, and I won't have Internet access. I should be back sometime Friday, but I may not get around to posting again until Saturday.
Edit: Ah, I'm just now seeing how this is pretty bad timing, since everyone will be forced to wait on me for the Destruction Catalysts to respond. I suppose we could all either write another post or so before having the Catalysts finally crash, or BBeast/Lugubrious could control them while I'm gone. Or you could wait for me. Any of those options would work, sorry that I forgot to tell you huys about this trip until just now. :/
Edit: Ah, I'm just now seeing how this is pretty bad timing, since everyone will be forced to wait on me for the Destruction Catalysts to respond. I suppose we could all either write another post or so before having the Catalysts finally crash, or BBeast/Lugubrious could control them while I'm gone. Or you could wait for me. Any of those options would work, sorry that I forgot to tell you huys about this trip until just now. :/
We've had arc with over 100 pages and several years in the going. I wouldn't cancel.
Well, that was a pretty important post for the plotline. Big asteroids are falling down by everybody's dungeon. Just as BBeast asked you to not ignore the ominous red sun in the sky, I'm going to ask you to not ignore the artifacts that fall from the heavens near (or on top of) your Keeper's dungeon. You'll probably want to have your Keeper or some minions investigate.
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