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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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Look guys! I'm already on a roll! (Don't expect it to last )

Here are two sheets that are rather overdue:



So to summarize, elementals (or at least the powerful ones) are sentient and more intelligent than any other lifeforms created so far. They're somewhat hard to fight/kill and if not thoroughly slain via magical means, they can sometimes manage to revive themselves albeit in a much weaker state. So they're something between living beings and forces of magic/nature, about as alien to animals as robots are.

Instead of souls, they have something called flickers. It's similar but the main difference is that these 'Flicker' souls are not under Reathos' jurisdiction and can't go into Wraith Stones or the Primordial Pool, be used for necromancy, or be reincarnated. Flickers just sort of appear in places where there is a lot of the energy that creates them (Zephyrion's Change and primal magic), so Galbar and maybe a few other worlds will start having Flickers but they won't just randomly appear on lifeless rocks all over the cosmos. Anyways, once a flicker soul appears it will animate the wind, earth, mud, fog, water...anything really, and become an elemental with traits and powers that somewhat reflect its composition and nature.

I know this all might be heavy and on the OP side, but their toughness is somewhat offset by how there are less than a million spiryts that are even remotely intelligent or powerful, and that number should stay pretty static on Galbar. Eventually I intend for a sort of shamanistic magic to be invented/taught/stolen by the mortals which would allow them to enslave and exploit the power of tons of lesser elementals just like the powerful ones do, which would effectively allow for a strange form of pyromancy, geomancy, etc.

@Legion02 I'm actually kind of interested in how Reathos will feel about these sorts of beings that don't properly die according to his rules, though I suspect he will hate them. For fairness I mentioned that @Frettzo Astarte's soul manipulation can be used to some extent on the elementals and flickers. And of course, other gods like Vestec could still corrupt or otherwise change flickers to make death elementals and all sorts of terrors; don't get the idea that I made the elementals conceptually different just so that they couldn't be messed with.
So @Kangutso, you want me to maneuver my girl into a position where your dude can get inside her, right?


Over the course of the next two days I intend to:

  • Finish my 3 or 4 creation sheets that are half done or missing
  • Get a post up
  • At least get up a framework for that atlas post I talked big about a while ago


I have to share this on the OOC thread so as to motivate/shame myself into doing all that, because knowing myself I'll be feeling pretty lazy on Sunday.
Shook things up a bit. Had to make sure that you guys didn't forget that Faeles existed ;p

Hope that the eight day wait wasn't too outrageous; I've been pretty busy these past days
Moving forward with deliberate slow and giving off an aura of nearly unbridled cruelty, the shaman moved to execute the crippled remnant of his foe. Unseen and unheard, with neither a whisper nor a word, a small distortion in the air rushed closer unnoticed in the chaos. Made invisible through some of his dark magic, Faeles crept past D'Artagne's wolf, the demon's foul and acrid reek masked just as surely as his form.

Faeles invisibly walked up to D'Artagne and grabbed him tight with ethereal hands that would feel like nothing more than a cold breeze. His whisper, however, would ring clearly in the rabbit man's ear. He rasped in a familiar crooning tone, "...so much for leadership." Darting forward, he suddenly revealed himself behind the overconfident shaman. There was a sudden explosion of what could only be described as darkness, the mystical shadows that had been wrapped around his form with black magic so as to bend the light around him suddenly unfurling and flying as they would.

Sly fingers grasped the twisted horns that protruded from the shaman's helmet and clutched with an iron grip that no being of Faeles' slender size should have been able to produce. From within the wraps around his other hand the arch-thief procured a wicked dagger and held it to Gormlag's throat. The stubby, warped shard of metal glowed and seemed to come alive at the prospect of drawing blood; like a snake it suddenly wrapped itself around the contours of the orc's neck, pressing its edge inwards.

Yanking the surprised and now truly terrified shaman back from Torrens' lava pit, he turned to face the onlooking crowd of orcs with their shaman in front of him as a shield. There was sweet, delicious silence for a pregnant pause. At last, Faeles' whispered words seemed to echo thunderously throughout the quiet mountain pass, "Let's negotiate, vermin: you concede, and I let you flee this place."

Before the cowards that stood gawking at him could begin to mutter to one another, Gormlag the shaman roared, "NEVER!" His smoldering claws shot like lightning to grab the blade around his neck and snap it in half like any other piece of steel. Faeles did not so much as twitch; the long and expanded blade sensed the sudden movement and responded by suddenly retracting itself back into its normal shape, cutting the shaman's throat as it went. Choking on blood, the shaman gasped, "Summon the king..."

A sense of terror and desperation instantly engulfed the orcs; awakening their king was not something to be done lightly, but they had no choice. The crowd surged back to the village walls, and a few minutes later there was the sound of a tremendous horn being blown. Its harrowing din resounded through the mountains, and within a few moments an enraged roar answered back from atop one of the highest peaks. The heavy sound of beating wings soon followed.

Faeles had stabbed the shaman in the back for good measure; he didn't like to leave any jobs half done. Laughing, he vanished as abruptly as he had appeared and then presumably retreated back to where he knew the Horde to be waiting. Torrens was left to his fate; surely he could manage to effect some sort of escape what with the orcs in such a terrified frenzy that they had all but forgotten about the dying fire demon. As in for D'Artagne, his cover was not yet blown; perhaps the rabbitman could attempt to meet this 'king' and write off the actions of Torrens and Faeles as being no fault of his group. Admittedly once the orcs saw the Horde that was composed of hundreds more demons like that, they might be skeptical, but in the mean time distancing himself from the two overly zealous demons might be a good idea for D'Artagne.
>Zephyrion gets bored
>Floods the world with deluge after deluge years on end for entertainment
>Is confronted by other gods and told to stop before he does irreversible damage
>Zeph: "Why? All the creatures already died when I removed all the oxygen!"
@Frettzo

Presumably a ton of slaves working the sweatshops would be ideal for the next time Toun decides to build two billion porcelain giants
<Snipped quote by Cyclone>

This next collab will be longer! And the next longer!

One day one of us is just gonna write a whole novel, then refuse to summarize


>Retreats to my secret lair and begins collab
>Is gone for weeks and only comes out to scavenge for food and water
>Reported missing; search called off after several weeks
>Finish novel-sized post and begin to proofread (not)
>Own funeral passes by, as well as the preemptive funeral for the entire forest of trees that will have to die to print out just what I've written so far
>Whilst summarizing post, realize that I forgot this detail, this thing should be added...
>Doesn't want to end on cliffhanger
>Keeps on writing
>You know how the first Game of Thrones book is longer than the entire Lord of the Rings series put together? *Ends up with a single collab post longer than Game of Thrones and all its sequels put together*
It's allliiiiiive! *Vulamera laughs manically in the distance*


A measly 21,360-odd characters? Foolish mortal, you cannot even comprehend the power of your overlords!

*reminisces about memories of that one 80,000 character collab with Kho in the last RP*
Edit: accidental double post
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