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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.

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So when does a new turn start?


Should be soon since I am determined to get my post out TODAY. Or at least before I go to sleep

But anyways, demigods start with 4 Might so you don't need to wait until the next turn if you want to do something.
Ards


X) Send scouts into that forest to find out more about whatever killed the lumberjacks, and H) Expand Military



X) Accept Father Frost's Offer




It was cool in general but some small parts really irked me. Like how the genetically modified dinosaur communicated with the raptors, they joined him, but then that one guy got them to switch back and attack the giant dinosaur. There was how they somehow didn't see that giant dinosaur hiding in its pen and were dumb enough to go in BEFORE asking the guy in the control room to see where it was? Those parts were ridiculous enough to make me shake my head.

The hot redhead girl made up for those parts though
Well, to each his own.

If we'd went into that with the outcome planned we could have actually discussed how to write it in a way that was surprising, clever, and dramatic. For instance, because it was reactive and we went against one another the Wi slingers ended up being pretty worthless and doing nothing almost nothing.

Speaking of that battle, @Rtron@Kho how many slaves would still be in Garakai? I'm only mentioning it in the post I'm working on (it's shaping up, but it's a long one and it seems people are waiting on me in all of my RPs right now) but it will be important a bit later on.

@Kho

Sounds...dramatic

They "spied" to "win" a RP? That sort of thing is just ridiculous to me on a dozen levels. I suppose it's because I'm one of those people that would rather just plan out a story, agree on an outcome, and write it from there as compared to just wing it or write reactively.
There, posted. Torrens will rejoin the action in about 2-3 minutes IC time.

Oh, did I mention that I picked a theme for Torrens?


Hmm, perhaps Torrens wasn't as embarrassed and incapacitated by that smoke cloud as I thought he'd be. Perhaps a terrified chicken should crash into him. I wonder how the others would feel when they saw the resident fire demon tarred and feathered?
Short and sweet post from my part because I didn't have much time and people are waiting for me in other RPs.

No further update on the dwarves, because right now I don't think any post on my part is really needed for that mission. @Bright_Ops @Lugubrious @PhoenixFire Twich's plan to dump the poisonous gases into the mines can begin whenever you like, and it looks like Xallihion and Clotho are about to meet.
The human village


Torrens' sudden explosion would have left any normal pyromancer with a mere half second to prepare, but the fire priest had seen it coming. Whether his god had whispered it into his mind or it had been a mere intuition, he had suddenly raised his fists as if to block a punch. A wall of solid fire appeared in front of his body to shield him, the flames glowing gold like the sun rather than orange or red.

When the explosion came a magical shield wasn't enough to stop it, flames or no. At first he had leaned forward into the unstoppable force, skidding backwards but not falling over, but then the magic of his shield shattered like a glass mirror. The blast overcame him and threw him backwards, where he was thrown on the ground, tumbling and rolling until he was stopped by a stone wall. His head slammed straight into it and blood spattered like juice from a crushed grape. The explosion had obliterated the stone walls to either side of the alley that Torrens had been in and the insides of those houses were already turning into a pyre for the terrified people who cowered within.

Yet despite being hit with an explosion that shattered stone walls, engulfed in fire that could melt steel, and slammed against a wall with enough force to crack open his skull, the priest somehow clung to life. He knew that he didn't have long, but perhaps long enough to have his vengeance. "Caldor curse you, demon!" he choked out barely loud enough to be heard, then raised a fist. His arm was weak and shaking, but he poured everything that he had left and all that Caldor would lend him into that one last spell.

Fire priests did not only work with flame; they also maintained the sacred torches and burned holy incense, and so they wielded a great deal of power over smoke as well. The smoke and ash from everything within a hundred feet began to waft upwards and coalesce into a great, malevolent cloud. Torches, candles, even the burning houses...all their fumes were magically pulled together into a great grey cloud. The priest's last sight was that of the cloud descending on his killer like some sort of living nightmare, engulfing the fire demon. Seemingly with a mind of its own, the cloud would try to choke out Torrens' fire, encasing him in a layer of ash and tar and blinding him within a choking cloud of soot.

In the square, the great brute that was Athinar suddenly charged out of an alleyway straight towards the town's lord, knocking aside one guard in his way by delivering a blow to the head that crushed the man's skull. He didn't even cover half the distance before about ten crossbowmen took aim. Twang, twang, twang was the sound that the weapons made as the sinews fired their quarrels. Athinar was moving fast, to be sure, but with so many crossbows on him a few bolts would most likely find their targets.

His attention caught by the whistlign of the sudden hail of bolts and cries of alarm, the knightly lord raised his sword and prepared to fell this enemy. This barbaric invader.

But then an arrow struck him in the shoulder. Of course, the arrow's tip couldn't even find its way through his shoulder, but it had some sort of enchantment. A thin layer of ice began to coat his shoulder, rapidly seeping into the seams of his armor and freezing it solid. His arm rapidly grew immobile. With only a second to think, the knight made the decision to hurl his shield straight at Athinar and then take up his sword in his other arm.

As some of the crossbowmen and sorcerers in the square now began to fire at the traitorous archer on the rooftops that was Umbra, the champion realized that fighting a fair fight with his bad arm was suicide. His enemy wasn't honorable...why should he be? He would fight dirty and take his foe off guard. With a flick of his wrist the sword flew up, and the knight caught it again. This time he hand held the sword by its blade instead of by its hilt. As if it were some sort of warhammer, he swung the thing and aimed to smash its guard and hilt into Athinar's face. Then he snapped the blade back low to hook the man by the ankle with the guard, and he pulled with all his strength in an attempt to take out Athinar's feet from beneath him and send the brute crashing onto the ground.

I never saw what the big deal in someone making a couple extra might per turn was. Especially when it's got a good reason behind it.


Ah, I had missed that post of yours.

I don't object to it on principle, I just found it strange that every Holy Order in existence would give Might to Vowzra and not the actual god that they were devoted to, and the whole worshiper thing of course. In any case, it wasn't that important and I'd rather it not be a big deal.
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@Boop_Im_A_Dragon.

The arrow and archer would definitely distract the knight, either way.

@Cyclone, would I be correct in assuming that my explosion killed the fire priest? If so, I'll make a post some time tomorrow.


If I don't post before then, then yeah, assume he's dead. I was going to have him die anyways, but not before leaving Torrens with a parting gift.
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