Dervish

Mass Effect: Underworld

The Following Day...

A vigorous buzzing shook Rykarn's wrist as he woke from a dreamless slumber, his omni-tool's alarm function synchronized with the Kharon's on-board systems, rousing him along with the rest of the crew scheduled for that shift. His makeshift sleeping accommodations were adequate, although it took him five minutes of sitting at the edge of his bed in a closed-eyed meditation to calm his restlessness and aggressive anxiety of being stuck in the confines of a ship's hull. He was never one to care for space travel, and while he wasn't a wreck while stationed aboard one, there was always a part of him that yearned for solid ground and fresh air. He'd learned to control his state of mind over decades of practice. It wasn't just him; most krogan didn't take to confined ship spaces well, and many had to be sedated while on voyage. Whoever decided that the krogan needed his own space was obviously one who was knowledgeable enough about the species to know how to mitigate the risks.

After this meditation routine was through, Rykarn methodically went through the motions of armouring up and fifteen minutes after his alarm went off made his way to the mess hall where Kalozi, the Elcor cook was hard at work preparing the crew's compliment of breakfast. Ending up with a generous heap of eggs and some kind of sausage he couldn't place, Rykarn sat down at the end of one of the benches and mindlessly scrolled through news headlines as he ate, stopping to skim an article of a dog and varren race that took place over the previous night in Leeds. As it turned out, Earth-born greyhounds were substantially faster than the stocky, brutish varren, which seemed to have a hard time finding homes with humans who treated the dog and fish like creatures like a dog, forgetting most of them were barely tame predators with substantial violent pedigree under their beady fish eyes. A lot of stupid kids got bit, and the varren were put down like they were the problem. For a species that fast tracked their way onto a Council seat, humanity was sure full of idiots. Other headlines included things like a 230-year old brewery catching fire, a billionaire trying to start up a Reaper-centric museum with real Reaper parts that were proving impossible to get thanks to government intervention, and a few other things that weren't worth a note. Surprisingly, the gunfight against the Husks didn't really make the news; there was barely any word about the apartment complex collapsing. It was as if the media had a gag order to prevent a widespread panic.

Finishing his meal and placing his tray on a conveyor belt that went back to the dish washing area, Rykarn had twenty minutes until the meeting and so made his way to Relli, the off-brand salarian subspecies that was still taking some getting used to, appearance-wise. "I understand you're the one we talk to if we want to get something."

The Lysenthi looked up from his terminal. "Something like that. So long as it isn't blatantly outside of reason."

"Good. I need a few things for my quarters." Rykarn said, handing over a list to Yonn via datapad. "Some flowering plants, a few carnivorous ones I can feed dead rodents. One of those bonsai trees humans tell me are relaxing. One of those vid-frames that looks like you're looking out the window somewhere nice, for starters. Equipment-wise, three crates of Hanhe-Kadar grenades, a couple of universal vintage heat-sinks, and a smart choke for a 5th gen Tornado line of shotgun. Can you make this happen?"

Relli looked it over without much in the way of consideration. "Simple enough. I'll price that out and get you the estimate by the time you're back from the mission today." The Lysenthi said, handing the datapad. With a quick exchange of pleasantries, Rykarn made his way to the training area and joined in with the morning physical training that was scheduled for the crew.

Sometime after lunch, a briefing was called and Katabasis was assembled in the hanger. Standing off to the side, arms crossed, Rykarn listened politely as the team was briefed on the situation. It surprised the krogan he was assigned to the hostage-rescue team. After the others asked their questions, he spoke up. "All do respect to your leadership choices, but wouldn't it make more sense for me to be on riot duty? A krogan is imposing and can physically subdue just about anything short of a Yahg, and throwing me at a delicate situation like rescuing hostages without risking their lives is kind of like bringing a sledgehammer to build a birdhouse. Not to say I'd have a problem following orders, but I'm not exactly a precision instrument. I'm concerned about hitting a hostage with weapon spread or being a bit too conspicuous for a quiet insertion."

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

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_{the jihad slumbers}

Jokes aside, I wouldn't have gone with the name if it didn't sound Dunmer. Plus we got Sadrith Mora in Vvardenfell, and UESP tells me that Sadrith Mora is 'mushroom forest' in Dunmeris, which would relate Sadri's name with... mushrooms.

could've gone worse tbh

@Peik

We all know you want to indulge.

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Would there be any .'. in it? Say, Za'kira, for example?

Thanks for the tip tho :D

@MacabreFox

Naw, that only counts for prefixes, which there's a select few that all mean something.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Just out of curiosity, if I were to make a Khajiit, not that I am, but I've always wondered about a name I once gave my Skyrim character. I gave her the name, Zakyra.

If someone were to submit a CS with that name for a Khajiit, what would be your responses? I mean, would it even be acceptable?

@MacabreFox

I'd be okay with it. Usually I just look at established character names from the game and loosely ballpark something in there, although Khajiit names don't typically use y's. It would probably be something closer to Zakhira, or Zakira, or Zakriha or something along those lines.

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I don't mind the naming conventions as long as it sounds phonetically relevant. I mean, I named Sadri that just to see if I could fit a Turkish name into the RP.

inb4dervschokesme

@Peik

I try not to cross you too much lest you revive the Ottoman Empire again.

But srsly, Sadri sounds like something you'd hear in the game for Dunmer names, so it's a happy coincidence. ;D

If anyone would know, it'd be Dervs imo.

@POOHEAD189

I know everything. It's part of my charm.

I managed to name a Breton Gelina, which was a nonsense name for a D&D character I made when I was 12. :y

@Robeatics

I remember her :D

Valour & Vale: A RWBY Roleplay

I've been kind of going through the week from hell and haven't really made any ground with the sheet. I'll step back and let everyone else have a go. Have fun, guys.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

@POOHEAD189 Looks great! I read over the sheets and found it to be pretty well in order and you incorporated my suggestions excellently. As stands, it has a really good narrative flow and a logical consistency to it that ironed out the jarring transitions you had before, and it's a great sheet! The only thing I noticed was in his relationship section, you still have the Knights of the Silver Fist still there even though it appears they were edited out.

Unless Cold and Peik have anything to add, I think this is good to go!

Valour & Vale: A RWBY Roleplay

I'm back at work on the sheet, no ETA. I kind of want to get this right the first time around best I can.

Mass Effect: Underworld

Hostages, you say?

.:: ℤ𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕒 - 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ::.

Left Tunnel Group

_{Collab with @The 42nd Gecko @jasonwolf @Dervish @Captain Jenno}

Noi was mostly oblivious to the first few feet of the fall, but the final impact was far more perplexing. The ground warped downward around him slowing the fall. The counter force even overcame Noi throwing him back upwards slightly. He managed to keep hold of his hammer, but the chest was lost to him thrown further across the strange platform. The audio perhaps was the most bizarre. A single loud but clear note.

Noi got to his feet and scraped his fingers along the ground to find a quiet rumble to it as he pressed on it. A punch at the material made a louder noise.

“A drum? What sort of behemoth could use this?” Noi tried to recall anything of this scale in his memories, but nothing came close.

Noi gazed around, and instantly noticed the metal around him. It appeared to be gold, an atrocious choice for armor making, though it was used for more technical applications. Perhaps a few pieces should be procured for repairs later? Noi couldn't see the harm in recycling. Anything else could be used to afford the mortals some actual equipment.

Lev floated down the hole Noi had plumeted through and was pleased to see that the robot was more or less fine. As far as unexpected falls went, it was an outcome that was better than the alternative. What Lev didn't appreciate, however, was what his lantern illuminated; a pair of giant disembodied hands and a collossal flower-like head that superficially resembled an eye, all of which were rapidly forming after Noi sprung the ghoul's trap. The Poe's mind raced, trying to search his aging memory if he'd ever read of something like what he was witnessing. Whatever it was, it was not immediately coming to him.

Instead, his immediate thought was to float back the way he came and pretend that this thing didn't exist.

"Uh, guys... I'm not a fan of Noi's new friend."

Mufasa hit the drumskin behind them both, and promptly exploded, each bone making a new, hollow sound as it bounced against the ground, and away from his form. His skull rolled forwards a few feet, until it was peering right up at the menacing spectre manifesting before them. Staring up into its haunting, floral eye awoke in him strange, primal memories of fear and chaos.

"Maybe it's friendly,", he suggested, tone hopeful but not particularly convincing.

Then it began to strike the drumskin - Mufasa's bones bounced up and about again, before he pulled himself together mid-air, "I reserve my right to not make judgements based on this!"

"I do not make friends with monsters!" Noi yelled as he was thrown around.

It was an extremely bizarre set of inputs. He was not used to this sort of motion. He could hop to some degree, but he was being bounced around by the vibrations. It was like walking on a rockslide. Sometimes his footing would fall away and other times it would push up against him. Noi tried to gather his force and direct it down ward. The next time the drum pushed upward he jumped and threw his weight back down to ruin the rhythm. Maybe a gap in the drummer's tune could give an opening to the others.

"And here I thought were were starting to get along." Lev remarked, his hand igniting a ball of fire. "If it goes to grab anyone, I'll try to burn the offending limb and try to keep you guys from getting snatched. I already lost one friend today, I am not in a hurry to lose more." He said, oddly subdued and his tone far more serious than usual. This place was one of evil, and it was hard to keep morale high when there was shit like this happening. "I'm open to ideas! Mufasa, what the heck is this thing?"

Jeige and Veitaru were left fumbling for their footsteps and ways to help. Veitaru's childhood education had not included bouncy castles and trampolines, and neither had Jeige's. Jeige had gotten the idea that his shield would probably not assist against the raw blunt trauma of something that size's attacks, and made to throw it, but with constantly falling over or slip in sliding, he didn't trust his aim, and he only had one shield to throw.

Veitaru on the other hand, in a moment where she had stable-ish footing, jumped up, and during the hang time threw one of her deku nuts at the creature's eye. Something that big in a place this dark had to be pretty sensitive to light, right?

Although he knew not this creature's face, its single eye bored into his skull, and filled Mufasa with dread. A primal dread, an inherent fear of that which stalked the peripheries of firelight. When Lev called on him, Mufasa didn't know what this thing was, but , somehow, he knew its name, and found himself reaching without thinking for a sword that was no longer there.
"Bongo Bongo! It's a demon, is what it is! And here I am, unarmed!"

Noi smashed his body against the drumskin on the next offbeat throwing all of his power behind the hit and making a loud drumstrike as loud if not louder than bongo bongo's.

"Lo, the drums of war monsters!" Noi roared still trying to get it to pay attention to him.

Valour & Vale: A RWBY Roleplay

@NuttsnBolts I've been pretty busy the past couple nights, unfortunately! Haven't had a chance to work on the sheet.

If others have more time, by all means!