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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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Dangit, I seriously just want to punch Crompter
@Cyclone, would you mind if the Tower miraculously healed the drunkard of drunkeness?
Go ahead. He'll probably only get more grumpy
Seadus began some droll little speech about his "quest" for immortality. Crompter couldn't help but giggle a bit at how the Prince seemed to think anyone cared. The Alrin fool pledged allegiance, and then the abominable deer-man simply stood up and began to leave. At that, Crompter lost all control. He began to guffaw wildly, nearly falling out of his chair. Prince Seadus probably didn't think anyone would actually leave when he offered it, but it would seem that Umbrix had no interest.
Admittedly Crompter didn't think much about the implications of what he had just been told, at least not yet. He would do that later when he was sober. Right now, though, he reasoned that he would stay around if only for the amusement and because he had no intentions of going back to the rathole of a hamlet that he had been staying at before.
Crompter croaked out after Umbrix, "Where are you going, deer-man? You look like a furry ball of..."
Once again his speech trailed off into an incomprehensible list of insults, mocking everything from the reek about Umbrix to his horns, and then going on to claim that he had four eyes and yet half a brain.
Admittedly Crompter didn't think much about the implications of what he had just been told, at least not yet. He would do that later when he was sober. Right now, though, he reasoned that he would stay around if only for the amusement and because he had no intentions of going back to the rathole of a hamlet that he had been staying at before.
Crompter croaked out after Umbrix, "Where are you going, deer-man? You look like a furry ball of..."
Once again his speech trailed off into an incomprehensible list of insults, mocking everything from the reek about Umbrix to his horns, and then going on to claim that he had four eyes and yet half a brain.
@thegreenleafe
I liked that introduction to the post too. I actually hadn't heard it before.
Just to clarify, didn't just turn his chair to oak to show off. It was one of the ones that Hael's post said transformed based on who sat on them.
I liked that introduction to the post too. I actually hadn't heard it before.
Just to clarify, didn't just turn his chair to oak to show off. It was one of the ones that Hael's post said transformed based on who sat on them.
Crompter will make a big deal and start cussing out Umbrix I suppose. Others could chime in as well and I don't know, convince him to stay?
I think he's just uninterested right now and would need some other motivation to join the quest. Maybe Seadus would share secrets of necromancy?
I think he's just uninterested right now and would need some other motivation to join the quest. Maybe Seadus would share secrets of necromancy?
@Lugubrious @Cyclone Good Summaritan Rule please.
You win this time, but only because I forgot to keep it brief enough to be 4,999 characters!Edited it and added a two sentence summary. Not much happened outside of introducing Aztoc.
Cyclone and Rtron
Ialu stood alone in a vast boreal taiga north of Garakai. An icy, flensing wind bit at Ialu's flesh. Starved of the sun's warmth thanks to the eternal night, the tundra was frigid beyond description. There was nobody and nothing except snow and deathly cold in these parts, but that was why the demigod had come. It would not do for anybody to see him in this sorry state of his.
Having just stopped, Ialu slung off the sack that he had been carrying on his shoulder. His warspear tumbled out and into the snow. Ialu examined the corrupted weapon, the Blade of Chaos. The Chieftain (or God-King, as he had lately taken to stylizing himself) willed the spear to twist and bend, and it did so until it took the appearance of a jagged longsword.
Ialu reached down to the bastard sword's grip. He clenched the thing with the titanic might of a demigod before trying to heft it upwards. As if it were as rooted into the snow as a tree, its tip would not rise. With a bellow Ialu once more tried to bring it up, this time for a wild swing. Once he had been able to cleave a man in twain like that, yet now it took all of his strength to so much as hold the blade off the ground for a second.
Roaring in frustration, he willed the longsword to change back into a spear. The sword's grip now being the haft of a javelin, he tried to lift up the throwing spear and hurl it. It was all to no avail; despite endless practice, he was just as incapable as he had been half a year prior. The curse refused to abate and he could not overcome it; though out of pride he had refused to bow down and plead to Ferghus for it to end.
Unable to contain his anger, he threw a hand forward and created a surge of fire. The wall of hungry flames washed over a nearby cluster of trees and turned them all into oversized torches. There suddenly came a laugh from behind Ialu. He spun around to face it, though he had already sensed what it was. The nightmare cackled a bit as it slowly crept closer to Ialu, meandering seemingly harmlessly. Perplexed by why this monster of the night did not simply attack like most did, the demigod allowed to draw closer. When it came near enough to be illuminated by the light of the burning trees, Ialu saw his living nightmare for what it was: a weak, infirm, husk of himself. The figure of an old man, laughing at his younger self's feeble attempts to change.
With a roar he clenched a fist and the apparition exploded, its dusky innards flying everywhere as if it had been a real creature destroyed by Ialu's Wi. The warlord spat. He was done here; as he had tried to convince himself a hundred times now, he had no need for weapons. He still had the Wi, and more importantly, he still had thousands that could wield weapons in his name.
He was suddenly determined to go see some of those thousands now. Holding his two arms skyward and invoking his Wi, his mighty and impossibly large form suddenly became as light as a feather. He took off at a sprint, and after a few mere steps he was quite literally running on mere air. His destination was Garakai, the wretched mess of a city that he had been trying (with little success, admittedly) to bend to his will for the past half a year.
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With a tremendous thud, Ialu landed within the walls of Garakai. A hundred eyes fell upon him as he flew, but they were averted quickly enough. It was not an uncommon sight since their new warlord had made a point of bein seen by his subjects, and often. It intimidated them. It inspired them. Or so he thought.
There was one in particular that he was searching for...Aztoc. Deciding to hazard a guess that he would find the man in the dragon pits, Ialu reached out, probing with his newfound senses to find Aztoc. Despite being Viscardi's brother, Aztoc had pledged fealty, and for that Ialu had let the dragon tamer live. He had proved useful thus far and been far less treacherous than some.
Aztoc gave an acknowledging reply to the probing, unable to do more as he was busily dominating a new dragon brought in. For the sake of the crowd he had a whip and was yelling, random noises, his voice echoing out of his helm. But the real battle took place in the beast's mind. Oh, you're a strong one. He commented, gaining ground against the dragon. He had already taken control of it's ability to speak, lest the giant lizard reveal his secrets. Stronger than any mere mortal! The dragon roared back. It had a notably less impressive effect when done mentally.
I don't think so. You've never experienced this before. You don't know what to do, you're just blindly pushing back like the beast you pretend you're not. I already know how much mental strength you have and I assure you lizard, it is minimal. Regardless, I have given the peasants a good enough show now. You will obey. With that, Aztoc surged forward with his mind, easily slipping past the dragon's instinctive but unskilled defense.
In the pit, the crowd only saw Aztoc give a final crack of his whip, and the beast kneeling before the brother of Viscardi. They, as peasants did when shown a magic trick, went wild. Aztoc immediately turned on his heel and kneeled to Ialu as the 'God-king' arrived. "My lord. A pleasure to be in your presence, as always."
Ialu looked towards the dominated dragon. Yet beast of war for his command. Pleased, his booming voice washed over the crowds, "Leave now."
When they began to scurry off as commanded by their crazed warlord, Ialu turned then towards Aztoc. "The night sky has gone, and the light returned. Now is the time for war; I can sense that the Mighty One has given me this chance so that I might conquer more in His great name. I shall take as many men as this 'kingdom' can muster, and the warbeasts. The tribes to the south will bow to my authority, and the Cimex will be eradicated."
After a brief pause, he went on, "See to it that this is done. Your brother will accompany me for the campaign. I will entrust Garakai to you, as you have been loyal and can appeal to the masses. Your task is of course to continue converting the peasants and fools to the worship of the Mighty One and myself."
With that, Ialu spun around to retreat back to Viscardi's old palace. In his rage after Ferghus' visit Ialu had destroyed half the place, but it was still habitable. Despite the grandeur that the palace had Ialu could not help but prefer his own Mighty Cottage.
"As you command." Aztoc replied, reverently. He was careful to keep his face in the same pretense his voice was, despite his helmet. You never knew what the madman was going to do. He kept his glee at the fact that Garakai was finally within his grasp firmly hidden away. There would be plenty of time to celebrate when the madman was gone, and he was in control of the empire.
Matuna's tactful and rather kind act of pretending to stare at some painting was lost upon Crompter, who remained far too intoxicated to notice such small things. He did hear his name though, and notice that somebody was talking to him. Alrin the Necromancer, the man had introduced himself as.
"Well I'm Wizard Crompter," he boisterously replied back to Alrin and all the rest of the room. That was about all the introduction and friendliness he planned to offer them.
Suddenly noticing the apparition appear and walk into the room, the obnoxious wizard suddenly fell dead silent. His glazed eyes squinted in concentration, or possibly contempt, as stared intently at the White Goblin. That was him alright; Crompter recognized that one, unfortunately.
"You!" he slurred out, approaching tipsily as he pointed a shaky hand at the Mystic's apparition. Of course, everything was so blurry in his vision that Crompter didn't even realize he was looking at a mere image, an apparition.
"You! Xule- I mean, Xulit- I forget you name!" Anger clear in his eyes, a moment later he declared, "You're that bothersome little blind goblin that pestered me for weeks..."
What followed that remark was Crompter spitting out an almost unintelligible trail of insults to the White Goblin, most of which were rather uncreative and nonsensical seeing as he wasn't in the best state of mind. His spittle did not abate until Seadus began to speak. His voice startled Crompter, who had been so preoccupied by the White Goblin to have not even noticed the Prince's presence. He staggered over a chair and sat down. What had been a fine piece of furniture, posh and crafted from fine silver, turned into a stool of mere oak. It was crude and rough around the edges, much like the one who sat upon it.
"Well I'm Wizard Crompter," he boisterously replied back to Alrin and all the rest of the room. That was about all the introduction and friendliness he planned to offer them.
Suddenly noticing the apparition appear and walk into the room, the obnoxious wizard suddenly fell dead silent. His glazed eyes squinted in concentration, or possibly contempt, as stared intently at the White Goblin. That was him alright; Crompter recognized that one, unfortunately.
"You!" he slurred out, approaching tipsily as he pointed a shaky hand at the Mystic's apparition. Of course, everything was so blurry in his vision that Crompter didn't even realize he was looking at a mere image, an apparition.
"You! Xule- I mean, Xulit- I forget you name!" Anger clear in his eyes, a moment later he declared, "You're that bothersome little blind goblin that pestered me for weeks..."
What followed that remark was Crompter spitting out an almost unintelligible trail of insults to the White Goblin, most of which were rather uncreative and nonsensical seeing as he wasn't in the best state of mind. His spittle did not abate until Seadus began to speak. His voice startled Crompter, who had been so preoccupied by the White Goblin to have not even noticed the Prince's presence. He staggered over a chair and sat down. What had been a fine piece of furniture, posh and crafted from fine silver, turned into a stool of mere oak. It was crude and rough around the edges, much like the one who sat upon it.
The Astral Home...is Vestec's.
FLEE BEFORE HIM MORTALS. *Evil laugh*
*raises eyebrow so high that it brushes against the ceiling*
But anyways, do you have a minute to do that collab section we were talking about?
I similarly decided not to make another character like I was considering.
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