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The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

My god that's the worst I've ever seen a forum go down.

@Lemons

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Got inspired to write this little blip of alternate universe Villain!Charlie, I have a alternate backstory to write for it too if anyone is interested but for now here is what Charlie would look like if she were played as a Villain. Mostly highlighting that with her powers she can be terribly destructive. It was really fun to imagine her on the opposite side of the spectrum. Hope you guys enjoy!

Villain!Charlie

Time: Midnight
Location: South Beaches, Lost Haven

“Please. Please. I-I-I had no idea we went into your territory.” He was a member of the Yakuza, a low tier drug pusher begging on his knees with a heavy cinderblock on his lap, hands tied behind his back with rope. “Just let me live, do anything but let me live.”

They were situated on the beach, the waves lapping up the shore, completely deserted at this time of night. He began to snivel, attempting to suck the mucus back inside his nose.

With her back turned to him, The Alchemyst rested her staff on the back of her neck hanging her arms off the ends of it. Her hair was long over her shoulders, wavey and unkempt. Her bangs choppily different lengths. Two apprentices stood at the shore watching and waiting, dressed similarily. Her brow was furrowed and green eyes hard, lips chapped. A splash of freckles across her nose. She wore a dark gray hoodie, a pair of jeans, and a graphic t-shirt with the formula for gunpowder. In her back pocket was a gun. A pair of worn through boots on her feet. On her belt was a gasmask.

Hands scarred with burn marks, callosed. Rolling her staff in her hands she quickly brought the butt of her staff around in a vicious swing cracking it off the side of his head. Teeth grit she snarled, “Bullshit!”

He cried out hunching forward, blood from his broken nose splattering across the cinderblock.

“You knew exactly what you were doing when you waltzed into my territory. You came in towing that shitty crack.” She pointed the crystal end of her staff at him, “Fuck! I don’t even know why I draw these lines in the first place, you shittheads keep crossing them. You’d think after beating you within an inch of your life would be enough of a reminder!” She shouted at him.

She bent back up at her waist, taking a deep breath. She brought his chin up with her staff to see if he was still conscious. He blinked blearily at her, out of sync. “Listen, I ain’t interested in your gang wars. I said no and you fucks tried to force me into it. I thought I made that clear with a bad batch of LSD, taking over a few of your drug dens and chasing you out of your holes. I fenced for you a couple times then you think we’re friends?”

He didn’t reply.

“I do what I want, I draw these lines so you stay on the other side of them. Everything on this side is mine. People, businesses, gigs, everything. Now-” She gestured to one of her apprentices who for their credit, hurried over seeing quite obviously how angry she was. The teenager dug a small ziploc bag out of her pocket handing it over to The Alchemyst. She held it up for him to see, it was full of the cocaine they pulled off of him when she dragged him to the beach.

“This is where I’m going to start sending a very clear message to Yakuza to leave me be.” She shook the bag with a wicked curl of her lip. “I went to the trouble of purifying this but added my own twist, I’m safely assuming you don’t know a thing about chemistry so I won’t bother with the details. Just know that as pearly and pure as this looks right now, in the hands of even a hack alchemist they can still pull it’s base ingredient from it.”

He looked confused, as she expected him to be.

“Hydrochloride.” She said tossing the ziplock bag in her hand then balancing her staff in the crook of her arm she brought out a sharpie. “This particular chemical has a slew of uses, shows up everywhere. In its current form it simply helps pure cocaine to dissolve in water, then it can be cut with different chemicals to get it ready to sell on the street.” She tore the lid of the sharpie off with her teeth, writing a formula.

Holding it in her hands, she weighed it thoughtfully. “You’re going to overdose on the cocaine first, then I’m going to change it to hydrochloric acid. You’ll feel the burn through your lungs and your face. It’ll be incredibly painful but you’ll also be torn between that and the insane high.”

His eyes grew wide, “Pluh-please! No! I’m sorry! I- God!” He began to cry again.

The apprentices seemed agitated watching their master at work. The Alchemyst tossed a look over her shoulder, “You don’t have to watch. I hope the pair of you understand the lengths I go to secure my territory.” She turned back then without a second thought she tilted his head back and dumped the full bag of contents into his mouth and nose.

He gasped, coughing but she held his head there forcibly shutting his jaw, breathing haggardly through his broken nose. She gently placed the plastic bag with the formula on his face waiting a few moments for the drug to take effect. Placing her hand over his face she glared down at the man.

“Stop!” A shout accompanied by a sweep of gritty sand forced her to back away, it quickly became a sheen of glass at her feet.

The Alchemyst glared then rolled her eyes at the interruption, “Of fucking course.”

Charles Croll strode toward them, his hood up his staff in his hands. The reason for the glass and last minute heroics. “Step away from that man, Charlie. Let me take him to the hospital.”

“Why, are you going to make me?” Like a whip she put her hand back on the man’s face and transmuted the cocaine. His screams ripped through him as the acid began eating away at his face.

“Whoops. Why do you care anyway, Charles? He was a drug dealer.” She said flippantly. “Too late, anyway so you can fuck off now.”

Charles bristled at his cousin, “Goddamnit! I thought you’d be at one of your labs. Whatever he was, nobody deserves to die like that.” He stomped his staff into the sand.

“Maybe this time the Yakuza will get the message.” She retorted. “You’re slacking on the gangs and focusing too much on me to keep them in check. What with this heroics nonsense. So this is essentially your fault.”

Charles stomped forward, not engaging in her wordplay, “I’m not giving up on you! You can still come back.” He patted his chest, his expression was strained with pain. “We want you back. Aunt Jules, Gramps, everyone wants you back home. I’ve forgiven you and they can forgive you too.”

The Alchemyst scoffed, “Go back home to New York, Charles. You fucked up thinking you could be my equal. You threw away your life for nothing.” She waved him off, dismissing him. “You’re wasting your time.”

He dashed forward clashing with her immediately, they stood locked. Arms shaking in strain to beat the other, “Fine! I’ll beat the regret into you, Charlie even if I have to do this for a thousand more nights! I’ll keep fighting you and I’ll keep trying to pull you back!”

They fought, equally matched in skill and strength. Using alchemy to get a one up on the other, while countering every swing of the staff. Charles was angry, fuelled with resentment but with determination. He’d drag his cousin back home kicking and screaming if he had to.

“You’ll keep being disappointed.”

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

@Lemons In the big collab, Judena approached Gaius. C:

Mass Effect Andromeda: Frontier

Dex - Prodromos - APEX Barracks

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Dex skulked about the barracks the first two days she was on Eos. Try as she might to remain casual and would never admit to skulking. It was in her nature to observe out of her peripheral, watch and wait. There was only so much official Initiative records really told. The very same records she’d been granted permission to view and compile dossiers as per Lieutenant Sajax’s orders. She ordered Dex to report them to Commanders Tannyx and Tazen, leaders of Fireteam Echo of APEX. As part of her accepting her position in APEX, Dex was assigned to Fireteam Echo as their cyber warfare specialist. Possibly the nicest title she had been given for digging around in other people’s shit.

It was a decent change in pace.

Dex had proven to be a hard counter to the exile’s attempts to worm their way back into the Nexus Network, they were relentless. Pushing hard against technicians and engineers that had built the system she was trying to defend. When Nexus personnel had pulled her from cryo she could have sworn she was dreaming when she stood on the opposite side of insurgency. The irony was not lost on her.

Now she was boots on the ground on Eos. Having seen the results of their other golden worlds she was convinced she would never see green plantside again. The dust bowl represented their foundation for a future. Bleak as it was.

The first two days spent plantside was getting acquainted, prefab buildings a plenty. Repurposed, bits and pieces were taken from Site 1 and 2. Equipment they were able to recover, furniture, basic essentials it all went into the cobbled together building that was APEX’s barracks. The military base of operations was built on the bones of what they could salvage to feed and house the soldiers defending the outpost. It was all very rustic, but it worked then continued to improve everyday.

“Fuck.” She muttered into her omnitool, the message calling the team to form up. Everyone in and out of the barracks jumped into action. It was like second nature, she donned her blue and white recon armour. Clasps, sleeves and belts all adjusted without a second glance. She pulled her M-97 Viper in it’s compacted mode placing it on her lower back magplate. Her predator pistol attached to her hip. Briefly she tested her tactical cloak, it shimmered reflecting light. Long had it’s spotty bugs been repaired. Dex felt strange, to be in this environment again and so easily shifting back into the mindset that went with it. She never thought she’d see the day genuinely rejoining a military outfit.

With a minute to spare she formed up outside in front of Tannyx and Tazen, with their angaran liaison. She had the briefest of looks, curiosity had her eyes on him as soon as she exited the building. She hadn’t expected to be meeting him so soon, let alone-

She suppressed a groan for Serena. What the hell was she thinking? Dex felt second hand embarrassment knowing well what waited her former crew member. Others introduced themselves, she remained quiet standing at attention. It was a mix of military backgrounds and professionals of their own respective fields. If Tazen and Tannyx wanted to make a statement, now would be perfect.

Mass Effect Andromeda: Frontier

@Spoopy Scary awesome we’ll put ya over to the reserves you’re currently at the top of that list so thanks for making these edits and your continued interest. :)

Mass Effect Andromeda: Frontier

@Captain Jenno@Sofaking Fancy@Rtron@Stormflyx@DJAtomika@Fallenreaper@Monochromatic Rainbow@The Spectre

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Okay guys! We need to sound off on who is going to be participating in the group party collab. This collab is meant to be posted after introductory posts have been completed so please don't feel rushed, this is also entirely optional. I know DJ has already written a reply, Fallen had opted out.

GM's are going to act as engagement pulling respective players into this mingling group so there's no sweat on your part to try to cook up a reason why your character would suddenly be participating with a group of strangers. Please let us know.

The link to the collab gdoc is pinned in discord.

Mass Effect Andromeda: Frontier

Ignooore

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

@HenryJonesJr happy reading c: we’re here if you need anything clarified.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

So I edited my last few posts, bringing them in line with the current timeline, rather than making them CaHristmas posts. TL;DR, Olab was taking the form of Santa, the Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, etc, which allowed him to gain the trust of his "victims" (I use that word lightly, as he had no ill intentions). His race can gleam thoughts from others, which allowed him to find forms kids would trust.

So now all my posts aren't wildly out of time continuity.

Working on another post now (I'm on a creative roll and work is slow) and I'm also considering another character that can interact with others a bit more freely, but I want to finish reading the entire IC thread before doing that.

@HenryJonesJr

Yeah the CaHristmas posts have been a lot of fun. Where timelines are concerned you can always take my approach to them, which is ”Why worry~~” lol~

New character you say?

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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Time: Evening
Location: Smithy’s Grocery Store, Las Vegas

Radio chatter confirmed everything Captain Dahl needed to know, she was disappointed the operatives she sent in were simply canon fodder. She had hoped they would have softened up the group a little but by the sounds of it they remained cornered. The Captain pulled up her radio ready to start speaking new orders.

First, a head came rolling in a bloody trail. Then two bodies came flying through the entrance rolling to a stop by her feet, the bright distinct light of fire burst through the gloom of the grocery store. She flinched shielding her face with her arm.

Cautiously moving her arm back to her side, “Huh.” She looked down to the bodies at her feet, moving the cheek of the clearly dead operative with the toe of her boot. “You idiots couldn’t even get a few shots in? Fucking useless.”

A feisty bunch of freaks.

“Well now, they think it’s over? Show ‘em hope is a fleeting thing.” Captain Dahl said into her radio, out of the other vehicles came similar looking Hounds, in their almost identical black armour. Carting over a shoulder one of them dropped a duffle bag full of shiny clips of blessed silver bullets, plastic bottles of holy water, and blessed iron cross necklaces. Ten operatives all loaded up on two clips of silver bullets each, a bottle of holy water strapped to their hips and hung the blessed iron crosses around their neck.

Captain Dahl did the same, picking up a singular clip of silver bullets. She changed out the clip of normal bullets for the silver ones, fluidly - muscle memory moving her hands. She stepped up to the entrance of the grocery store, with both hands she raised her pistol. She couldn’t see far into the grocery from where she was, all that could be really seen was the light from apparent Witch-Fire. She fired off three rounds the first two shots had no feedback, her final shot found a target. A long howl of pain warbled through the grocery store in a chorus of angry cacophony followed closely behind it. It was clear as day to her ears, Captain Dahl took a deep breath in then gave the order for her operatives to move in. Well trained, knowledgeable, and direct experience with the supernatural had hardened their resolves. Aware of tricks, magic and curses that surrounded the strange. These very same soldiers had dipped their feet into the proverbial pool of violence at Pixy Stix. They were eager to remove a couple witches but as prepared for the abundant presence of the Fae. They flocked to the aid of the witches.

It hadn’t been more than five minutes after the Witch-Fire appeared. Just enough time to pray to the heretics they referred to as gods.

The confidence in which they moved was unlike the caution shown before, ten moved in through the front entrance. Captain Dahl ordered four more to support the back entrance, where they reported a giant metahuman. They went in armed with riot foam, dusting it off from their emergency kits. Reports had stated this metahuman was rather difficult to damage with bullets, perhaps he had some of his magical companions protecting him, aiding with monstrous strength.

It was no real concern, they could at least slow him down while they focused on their real prize of the day.