Ellri

Multiple Avatars?

Don't forget that some also use multiple characters in one post. Particularly advanced-level GMs. We'd think having a [char=#] [/char] Mcode would work. That way, you can have multiple characters in use in a single post. This Mcode could have the paramater # so that you can have 2-3 x hexadecimal characters of characters defined.

Having a character tab in each RP, you would not have to look far to find that RP's characters. One way to make that extra advanced would be for any post you make in that, to be linked to a tab in your own profile, where you can browse any and all character sheet posts you've made. (i.e. posts made in Character sheet tabs). Edit one, and the other listing of it is also changed.

Interchangeable avatars/sigs could also be interesting. It might be confusing, but it could bear investigation. Most would still probably stick to just one or two, though.
Profiles should have something visible that doesn't change for such, to make it easier for people to "recognize" others. Be it avatar, sig or something else. (not just name, as not all are good at remembering such.)

Star Wars: Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Something like that.

Star Wars: Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

What did you think of the tying up of loose ends in the last IC post?

The Insidious Night

we do not feel Thoraniel has anything to say/do now.

Star Wars: Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

That'll depend on perspective. And of course what you feel fits too.

The Insidious Night

Interesting.

We'll continue spreading liberal doses of sand in the machinery of good cooperation in the character group... More fun that way, y'know...

Vampire romance Rp seeking male ( high casual to advanced )

Sent you a PM, andastra.

Stargate - H.M.S Tempest

The ship was buffeted about as though in a storm. It took all of Ariadne’s strength to hold herself upright, dropping her staff weapon and gripping the frame of one of the lockers with both hands until the storm released its hold on the vessel. Moments after that, a call came over the loudspeaker for a medical team on the bridge. She looked at Miller, and was quickly rewarded with a response when he told her to make haste for the bridge. She set off immediately, running as quickly as she could after retrieving her weapon. There was no telling what the reason for the alert was, and after going through so much trouble to acquire her preferred weapon, she wasn’t going to just leave it.

She saw barely superficial damage on her way up the tower, but when she reached the bridge itself the scene was somewhat more chaotic. The Guard who had stood in her way earlier was now lying awkwardly against the wall, blood pouring from his nose and mouth. Her healing device was already over her hand as she came to a kneel beside the witless Tau’ri man. She raised her hand over the man’s form and from the device on her hand a warm, intense light emerged. She focused on determining the man’s injuries first, and if he could be saved. It seemed he had suffered several broken ribs, one of which had punctured his lung. It would take much longer than she was willing to spend on such a lowly minion to heal him entirely, so instead she simply repaired his lung and stemmed the bleeding - A task that took barely thirty seconds. He would survive for the Tau’ri medicines now.

Ariadne stood and entered the bridge then, her face hardening as she took in the scene of disarray. She went immediately to the Captain. “Are you injured Captain Alexis West?”

"I'm fine, why do... Oh." Alexis stopped as she saw the healing device on Ariadne's hand. "No, others need you, those who aren't screaming." she said, painfully aware some of them were beyond even the Tok'ra's help. When this is dealt with, she will have heads stuck on pikes for rushing them to service when there was no real danger present unlike with the RFS Korolev. "How is the crew in the rest of the ship?" she asked Ariadne, as she only received damage report and nothing on how her crew was doing.

As soon as she heard that the Captain wasn’t injured, Ariadne knelt over one of the other bridge crew that was sprawled on the ground nearby. She kept listening to the Captain as she focused on the injured crewman’s injuries. A concussion. A fairly simple thing to fix short term. She repaired the damage, and once done realised the Captain had been expecting an answer for several seconds now. She replied as she moved to the next injured person, this one a woman. “Corporal James Miller was unharmed. Those I passed in the halls seemed shaken, but uninjured. I believe the Pel’tak was one of the hardest hit areas.” The woman had some serious electrical burns from her exploded console. She was, in fact, lucky to be alive. Ariadne focused on repairing the worst of the wounds and taking away the pain. The skin transformed and restored itself in front of her eyes, and she could feel Idalia’s wonder at the sight. She smiled at that. It was good to feel so appreciated.

Having nothing else to do, West went around helping to patch up those that were just cut and bruised, sparing a few seconds to talk to them and make sure they would be alright. She was glad the rest of the ship suffered less in terms of injuries: "Good... After a fashion..." Moving over, she came across the dead soldier, wincing at the sight. So far she served on a sub for over ten years, and she has never lost a crewman, and took great pride in that. And while she expected that would eventually happen as the Tempest was still closer to a surface vessel once combat was initiated, it was new. Kneeling down, she took the man's tag and pocketed it, thinking she'd have a letter to write. At least she had to do that before, but that didn't make it any easier.

Ariadne looked around the Bridge for another crewman needing her attention, and was pleased to find no more. The only ones remaining were either hardly injured at all or dead. She then focused on the injured woman, intent on healing her completely. A part of her couldn’t help but think the crew may not be up to the task of piloting this ship. After all, if they were, this would have been avoided. Before she spoke up about the quality of the crew though, Idalia quite suddenly advised her to be a little more sensitive. She often forgot that most were not as jaded as she after all.

Once Astridh had sent the command for a flight of F-302’s to go out, she got up from the console, sure in that things would be taken care of as needed. The medical team had yet to arrive, so she started helping in what way she could with treating the injured, leaning heavily upon Eydis’ knowledge of human physiology. She kept herself somewhat distanced from the other Tok’ra, but not obviously so. Once the medics arrived, she gave them detailed descriptions of the injured she had checked. She did not have as much experience, or gear, as them, but she had more than basic training for it. Had she not been considerably better at tactics, she could easily have seen herself as one of them. Besides, her and Eydis’ plan needed higher skills than merely those of a medic to be attractive to the Tempest project. Not that they had known its name back then.

The Insidious Night

in any classic medieval society, dyes would be fairly expensive, so it makes sense to go with browns, grays and maybe hints of reds. (red/brown/brown-red dye can be iron-based, which is easily harvested from certain types of marshland). Whites, greens and blues were rarer. Yellow might also have been available.
mind you, this is mainly for the poorer segment. Nobility would have access to far more.

The poorest probably wouldn't have any dye at all.

But that's the nice thing about fantasy... We can twist these limits around. Invent plants that supply dyes/medicine/etc. at need.

Stargate - H.M.S Tempest

Astridh visibly winced when the ship passed just beneath one of the larger chunks of debris. While it was fortunate that most of the debris was immobile, it was unfortunate that it was all fairly close together and that they were right in the middle of it all. She pulled up the sensor readouts on her console, ignoring the verbal messages from the computer. Their arrival had set quite a bit of the debris field in motion. She put all her attention to analysing the debris movement patterns, then sent several possible routes of minimal impact to the Navigations officer. Avoiding collision altogether would, she quickly saw, be impossible. ‘just our luck to come out in a gravitationally locked point filled with space junk...’ Eydis murmured in their mind. ‘Yes. Lucky...’ Astridh answered silently.

Just then there was a massive impact against the shields. She looked at the sensor readouts and saw that the hit was not far from the bridge. “Impact against the shields, Captain. Shields are holding for now.” While the shields held, there were sparks flying all over the lesser bridge consoles, particularly the ones to the right, which if Eydis recalled correctly, had a main power conduit right behind them. Several crew members were thrown back, some singed, others merely in shock. A small fire broke out in one, which was promptly put out by another. “Shields at 63%, Captain!”

The ship spun as the Navigations officer tried to dodge the debris, but just when it looked like they would go clear of a particularly large chunk, it was impacted by another, causing it to spiral in the ship’s bottom. “Ventral Hull breach! Sealing all bulkheads leading to breach!” Astridh shouted, even as she took in the situation. Only by holding on with her full strength did she manage to stay in her seat, so hard did the ship shake from the impact. “Ship can’t take much more of this, captain!” she shouted, trying to be heard over the screams of wounded crewmembers.

When it looked like they were clear, another chunk came flying out of nowhere, impacting the port side of the ship, just over another of the main power conduits. “Left side impact! Shields are down, but armor is holding! One more impact like that, and we’re dead!”

As suddenly as the last scrap impacted, they were out of the field. “And we’re out! Take us some distance away Sub-lieutenant Rogers, then halt the engines!” having shouted that, she rapidly pressed a series of commands on the console before her, requesting status report from all sections. Then she clicked the comm unit, opening a channel to the infirmary. “Medical team to the bridge! Now!” She did not wait for an answer, but simply closed the channel again. Right now there was nothing of the young woman left in Astridh. Now it was the Naval lieutenant and the Tok’ra used to commanding others, both of them seamlessly merged into one.

Once the ship halted, the reports from the various sections began filtering into her console. “Captain. Ventral hull breach confirmed. Five labs and one corridor and three storage compartments vented. As you can see, there was a power surge from behind the wall to the right. Ruptured main power conduit.” She looked over where some crewmen were checking over those hit by the surge. One felt for a pulse on a particularly wounded woman. He shook his head. “At least one casualty.”

She paused for a moment, reading over the other reports. “Significant damage to Port stern-to-bow main conduit. Damage to hull above it, but no breach. Other sectors report only minor damage.” Astridh looked over her console, noting that while all the primary reports were in, several of the lesser sections had yet to respond. She would wait for them to come in and see what might be relevant to the captain.