Fallenreaper

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

I'm still alive, just figuring out what to with my character next.

@Heat

Currently I'm making a summary over the IC, if you or anyone else wants to help with it than send me a pm and I'll send you a link.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Imma still here! Just still buried in moving/ new job business, plus I'm kind of in a corner in this game where I need to do something with Nyiss and Nazca.

@Dervish

Already mentioned that to Echo, who's been a bit busy for most the week so keep your fingers crossed he can. Though I know something that might help some...

We could talk about Star Wars, which I learned a family friend and my Uncle was starting to edge into heavy fans. They only seen the movies but now has gotten curious as to edge deeper into the world which got me curious, what is everyone's favorite aspect of Star wars?

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

*pokes the OoC* Hello, anyone alive?

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

<Snipped quote by Bright_Ops>

Let me guess. He tries to fight a Rancor in fisticuffs?

@Rtron

:p You'll never guess. XD

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Garthan Jevnoras

Garthan Jevnoras, the Scorch Lands’ diplomat, stood as far as possible from the self declared Emperor’s sent official trying to mingle with the Djarkel’s. His small, narrow eyes fixed upon the the black Esyire. His expression doing little to hid his suspicion and concern. The whole time, his hand lingering near his sword hilt straddled at his hip and rested there. It was impossible to disclaim the imposter who insisted he was the original and rightful diplomat, a fact that made him irritated to know.

Garthan’s mind drifting to the worries back home. The clans were torn and divided, their alliances strained between following the traditional Head Chieftain and this new emerging Emperor. The later was slowly gaining in popularity though Garthan, or other chieftain heads, couldn’t understand how. On the horizon was civil war which pitted blood versus blood, dividing clans and families alike in the end. If things weren’t changed, the very shifting plains of the Scorch Lands would become red with blood until few reminded. His other hand stirred the mug in his free hand then took a deep drink. His thin muzzle filled by the scorching liquor and sitting it down, noting from the corner of his eyes the new student’s nervous energy.

Hethro’s head flickered back and forth, panning the scene and namely in the imposture direction. And the young vitamancer Esyire with him. The young male had been googling at her since they arrive, his nature naive to the dangers to infatuation could cause. Though it likely didn’t help they had been engaged before the Emperor’s arrival, the wedding called off when the female aimed to follow the Emperor rather than the tradition resulting in Hethro’s father threatening to disown him unless he did so. It didn’t help his father was being considered for a future chieftain.

Gently, the older Esyire placed a hand on the youth’s lower arm where the spiked armor wasn’t. “Calm down and forget it, Hethro. Your father would disown you for it.”

The youth sighed and gave one last look, then nodded remorsefully. Any further words were cut off when Garthan heard a young voice speak out, a polite and casual tone.

"Greetings, would you happen to be the representative from the Scorched Lands?"

He turned to the side to see a Lues Esyire with red chest plates and dressed in a clean tunic and leather pants. It was obvious he wasn’t an official or any teacher, his attire too casual for that. Through there was a vague familiarity, Garthan shrugged it off. He curled his lips into a smile, his scars marring it a bit, as he confirmed and introduced himself with a formal bow.

“Yes, I am. Garthan Jevnoras. The Scorch Land representative, unlike that imposter will claim.” His voice held a bitter tone.

Mar

Mar watched as the biped reached for his faceplate and pulled it off, revealing it was Tyrael. Her head tilted in confusion at why he was smelt funny to her. The first thing she noted there was the lacking scents of sweat and smoky, his body purged of the familiarity she had come to expect. It explained why she didn't recognize him right off.

"It is me. My apology. I had forgotten to remove my mask. If you wonder why I am... Like this, it is because of the feast. I was told that I must wash myself and wear this. I came by to inform you that I will be wearing this for today, and to check up on you."Tyrael naturally spoke confirming the obvious though he held her tongue, it flickering out again in curiosity. He seemed unsettled which made Mar believe there was more to his present visit than merely to pick up Lyn for her play date. Her suspicions were confirmed when he continued still, Mar's torso sticking outright and settled comfortably low on the ground.

"I would say that you should use today to socialize, but actually it may be best to stay away from the crowds. Foreigners are annoying and will ask too many questions. Aside from that, how have you been today? Is Lyn up yet?"

"You needn't lie to me. We both know why it is best I remain within my den."

Mar said calmly, recalling her reaction to the Yarsomere diplomat. It didn't help most her allies, including herself, had reacted harshly toward the diplomat's insult to her. Only Althalus and Lieth had managed to keep a cool, though the prior was on the verge of sending an arrow through his head. Thankfully he wasn't killed. She could only imagine the fall out between her and the college over that as she already had trouble controlling her emotional outbursts.

Noting Tyrael peering in beyond her shoulder, Mar added."Lyn is off playing in the dining hall with Uicle, which is where you can pick her at. Oddly she was rather determined and eager to get there early to see someone. When I asked, she wrote out a name I didn't recognize. She's managed sounds now though. Her favorite was 'mmm' which we're encouraging her to make often, hoping it help her in forming words. She's attempted dad a few times but can't seem to make the first sound."

Khan

Khan had isolated himself in his office since this morning.
Originally it was to gain headstart on the piling paperwork, which had ended over an hour ago, but now his attention was engrossed in something else. The Esyire hunched over the desk where his hand cupped a mortar and grounded the black powder into a fine quality from its coarse origins. Gently his hand swirled over and over into a repeated pattern, keeping a calm and sooth pace throughout the time spent to ensure it was perfect. Else he would gain an unexpected, and often dangerous, experience. One he never wanted to repeat again.

The powder had additional ingredients, from colored seed grounds to crystals, that when in combination with the black powder made colorful explosions. A tapping of glass made the headmaster pause in his attempt to pour the powder upon a parchment then rolling the twine in it. Shifting the mortar into one hand, his eyes narrowed onto the sound’s source: a small, demonic plant trapped under glass. When his office was purged Khan had managed to save one sprout and like all demonic plants, it grew quite rapidly, even without Rathel’s aid.

”Hush. You don’t need out. I can’t have you causing any trouble again and feeding off the students.” Khan scolded it, his claw tapped the smooth glass to shut the plant’s complains. It merely touched a protesting leaf on the surface then for the tenth time that day, tried to bury its roots into the onyx underneath. It recoiled when its roots started to burn.

”I told you to stop that. You’re not getting out again, do you understand?” Naturally Khan didn’t expect an answer, or at least one he could understand. The plant settled down back into its slumped over position while he went back to pouring the mortar’s contents into the parchment. It was then, another disruption halted him in his progression causing the headmaster to jerk his head upright at the door. There was a rush, loud banging that rattled the very frame itself.

Khan frowned and considered it could’ve been Uicle, Lucilia, or a slim chance of Tyrael approaching his office. After all, few students had ever taken him up on his offer to see him after hours. He listened to the voice that followed causing him to frown.

"Hey! Are you taking your medicine in there? Is this the right place? Does a Khan live here?"

”Come in.” Khan said, not recognizing the voice and his curiosity getting the better of him.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

TAKE YOUR GODDAMN HAPPY PILLS GRANDPA KHAN. DO YOU WANNA GO BACK TO THE FUCKING RETIREMENT HOME?!

@Freeshooter92

....Nay, than only the old people will be slaughtered. :p

Mass Effect: The Face of Injustice

Raa braced, her body tensed and eyes immediately closed. she was expecting the backlash after RK’s comment and knew the target would her directly. As much as RK was protective of her, Raa sometimes wished her AI would hit the mute button, saving her from serious trouble. After a moment she heard Voira scold the AI for her snappish tone than confirm they would follow. When Raa thought it was going to be alright, Voira then added an unnecessary comment about the earlier Turian. It was enough to cause her to whip her head about to stare at the Asari in shock. It was clear she thought her friend was willing trying to provoke their allies into doing what she didn’t want them to, and that was getting them shot!

RK merely rolled her digital opticals as she became quiet.

Still holding onto Solares, she overheard Voira ask him something. "Shall you keep Raa up, and we'll do the shooting, or will we keep Raa up and you do the shooting? Being left behind isn't high on our list of 'things to do', just behind 'being shot by the enemies'."

Deep coloring crossed her cheeks at the thought of anyone carrying her as she piped up, her voice wobbly as her legs. “I can keep up, I promise.”

RK chuckled. “You can barely stand yourself upright as it is, Raa. How do you manage to consider running too?”

Raa frowned deeper at the truth being tossed in her face and lowered her head, trying to keep her blush at its lowest visibility. It didn’t seem to matter anymore. The Quarian sighed when Solares pulled lower, her arms wrapped about his neck, and hoisted her up into his arms. She felt her heart pause in its beat for a moment causing RK a bit of alarm before the overprotective AI relaxed, retracting her preparation to warn Voira immediately. Soon, they were off and ended up tailing the rest of the group at the back of the pack with the rest of the civilians. The wounded Turian diplomat was slung around the other Turian, his body helping her among despite her rasping breathing. It was clear she wouldn’t last very long unless she was properly taken care of. A guilt cracked into Raa’s heart to know her efforts weren’t fully helpful though she did manage to prolong the female’s life, rather than have her die there. Her head leaned down while her body bounced, listening in silence and hoped her immune system would hold out until they got off this hostile ship.

Else she wasn’t going to be able to help anyone.

With a quiet voice, she whispered to Solares. “Thanks for carrying me. I hope I’m not too heavy.”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Next, @EntertheHero, hope it gives you something to work with. In my next post, Racheli's condition will acceleration though one thing Gabriel will note is that her body temperature is suddenly dropping. She's becoming colder by the second and coughing up darker blood.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Racheli's head throbbed and ached. Each movement had her gut twisted itself into knots, turning itself inside out, and creating a strong urge within her throat to hurl. The room abruptly tilted to one side causing Racheli's knees to wobble in their weakness as she whiten her knuckles on the marble counter. This was ridiculous in her mind. She only just laid down a few hours ago after taking some medication, but nothing had gotten better. Instead she was weaker.

Now... This bozo shows up.

She coughed again and pulled away her hand, revealing what she had hacked up blood. Her body shivering, and more alarm triggered alarm bells went off in her heart. It was a cold fact that scared her. Racheli leaned further into the counter edge where she tried to stop herself from crumbling into the floor, her eyes fixed on the asshole that barged into her current home. It might've been shitty but it was still being rented.

Racheli's free arm reached for a knife setting she jerked it smoothly from within the block then quickly flipped it across her forearm. Briefly she couldn't help but notice the cutting edge was pointed outward. Inside her skin shivered at the thought of how easily she had made the movement. However she shook it loose, clearing her mind because now wasn't the time to be distracted.

The masked man merely snickered, his eyes studied Racheli making her neck hairs crawl. He took a step further in and came to face her from the opened space leading into the kitchen. The whole time his eyes twinkled with a familiar light she knew sparked in her own. A sick, twisted enjoyment of making others scream and plead for life. Very same sickness her own father suffered from when she was a young child.

Racheli coughed again and her knees crumpled, bring her to one knee, while she held a hand to her mouth. Her cough rattled her very bones. More dark colored blood splattered upon her hand making it stick and wet, Racheli sensing herself becoming helpless when the man loomed over her. He raised a fist to strike her down completely.

He chuckled easy, his hand up over her head and aiming downward. “Too easy… barely worth the challenge.”

The woman braced herself, unable to roll, and expected to feel the fist impacting immediately.

Shit… I can’t let it happen this way.

Footsteps, heavy and thick, as someone padding in from her room wearing a tin suit. His face was covered by a mask in the theme of black, teal and dark greens looking like some hollywood or video game character over dressed for the part. Rach rolled her eyes at hearing him speak when she turned her head to face him.

The guy waved his hand, getting the goon’s attention as well as hers, then spoke. ”I know this is rather hypocritical of me to say, but you really shouldn't be here, sir. Leave. Now."

Six hexagonal shaped spheres floated about his back, pulsing with some sort of energy, seeming to dare the ass to make a move. The man shook his head, his eyes shifted from her to the new comer then the crows’ feet on his eyes deepened in pleasure. A soft chuckle rumbled through him as he turned upon heel and approach the man, unfazed by his appearance. ”So a super, meta or something else?”

Without warning, his words barely finished, the man shot forward. His right fist clocked back as he tossed his full weight into his strike and thrusted it at the newcomer’s head, aiming to slam the man’s helmet head into the ground.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Uicle and Ovak

“Oh yes, having murdered my parents and then burned my siblings to death, only to resurrect them centuries later and apologize, puts me on remarkably good terms with my family. Lidda should try it some time. The self-loathing just does wonders for your mental health.”Uicle replied dryly, still in Ancient Yarosmerian. He didn’t want to scar Lyn after all. He looked at Greg, muttering, “Traitor.”, under his breath before refocusing on the Archmage and switching to Naersan, a language universally used.

”Don’t be harsh on the mental hound, if he wasn’t so loyal than you would’ve been banished by now. Even teachers aren’t immune to the laws of the College after all. We would've ended up being down one necromancer teacher.” Ovak chided Uicle as his sharp hearing caught the sudden mumble clear as day. The old man nested deeper into his chair, his knuckles rested on a small cane used more for show than necessity. His sharp eyes scanned the room and kept a visual on the diplomates collecting to the assigned tables, waiting patiently for something. Several visions whipped through his mind, pushed away when he heard Uicle continue.

“Banish? Please. We both know I would have went complete back into my old ways and someone would have had to uh…” One could feel Uicle’s non existent eyes shifting to Lyn. “Release me. Besides, if I actually meant what I said I’d just scrap him and rebuild him.” A wounded woof came from Gregor. “Yes! I mean you! Better be nice or I’ll get a new dog!” Uicle grumped. He wouldn’t though. Gregor had been with him as long as Minos.

Ovak merely chuckled lightly, his head cocked in knowing the teacher was jesting. Gently, the archmage took his cup of honeysuckle wine and brought it to his lips, taking a small sip. It burned slightly going down though he enjoyed the bittersweetness, holding its tang upon his tongue for a moment or two after it passed down his throat. Uicle, however, continued while the soul filled golem stood in front of him. His words caught the archmage’s attention rather quickly as his eyes settled on the armor suit.

“Lets see. The Snow Elves are being destroyed bit by bit by a demon army that claims to serve uh...the Big K. The Dwarves and the Forest Elves are at each others throats. The Orcs are ready to go into civil war. Tidehome is on the verge of becoming a new battleground for Djarkle and Eania. Yarosmere is under the rule of a xenophobic tyrannical priest dictator, who has turned the country into a bunch of fanatics who are just as hostile and xenophobic.”

“Eania is one diplomat away from declaring war on us. And that diplomat has already had one attempt on his life. Someone is murdering the Djarkel Barons, and making it look like Vampires. Did I miss anything? Oh yes! There are no less than two diplomat groups from the Scorched Lands, respectively claiming that the others are rebels or servants of a warmongering maniac. Shall we start sending students out now, or later?”

“Personally, I rather not. I’m not eager to jump to war Uicle as any common sense individual would be, to put those that trust us in danger. Especially when not all the pieces have been revealed yet. However, we can’t simply leave others defenseless.” Ovak said, his hand pulled his cane up higher and rested the end into his chair’s seat end. He stated it in a tone that spoke he had already figured something out, though asking him was another matter. He wouldn’t reveal it for fear of changing something. “After hearing the news, don’t they seem rather odd to you?”

“No one’s eager to jump into war. But I’d rather nip these problems in the bud before they even begin to bloom.”Uicle retorted, before addressing Ovak’s question. “Everyone aside from the Djarkel and Eania diplomats seems odd. Tense. The Dwarves and Forest Elves normally get along well. The Snow Elves have never had any reason to be attacked by anyone. Tidehome’s problems are just now coming to a peak. Yarosmere is just randomly becoming a fanatic single god worshipping nation. And this is all just happening at once? Completely by coincidence? I don’t think so.” Uicle sighed, watching Lyn for a moment longer.

“But only two of these situations is a pressing matter and can’t be addressed here. The Snow Elves and the Yarosmerians. We can’t just let an entire nation be eradicated. And we certainly can’t just let that maniac go unwatched. Wiping out the Naga might only be the tip of his iceberg.”

"From all my experience here, there's one thing I have learned: there is no such thing as coincidence. That aspect, despite mortal insistence, doesn't exist." Ovak stated then noticed Uicle's glance linger on Lyn.

He could see the worry and pain though the man's soul was trapped in iron, unable to fully express himself. The child's life was going to be a difficult one as well as the rest of their family. A bitter ironic truth was that in a few future possibilities... Uicle, himself, had ended up killing the darling child. Either through accident or on purpose, sending a ripple through the Naga's very existence. It was strange to see an unwanted and feared offspring have such an important role among such an isolated race when it came to change.

"You keep staring at her, she might have her growth stunted. Quite a feat to have a child, of two different races, born here. It also seems the Gods have a partially deep fondness over her...though it's likely due to unseen influences beyond us. She's got a fate even I can't understand myself...one that she has to carry alone sadly. "

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. How old is she, six months?” Uicle chuckled, before continuing. “Fondness? We must be thinking of different Gods. And are you really surprised she was born here? If you’re that curious ask Althalus. Mar would just hit you with her tail. He’s at least polite enough to tell you to mind your own perverted business. As for carrying alone, well, tell that to Tyrael, Mar, Althalus, and Alaira for certain. Alone isn’t something she’ll be aware of for quite some time.”

Ovak continued while his eyes shifted from Lyn, the child still playing with the large, metal dog as she rubbed the belly. A fact Uicle had it polished smooth still made the arch mage chuckle. The child was spoiled that much was certain and thankfully, she was intelligent enough not to be ruined by it. "Back to the the Yarsomere situation. I agree. Something is happening and wiping out the Naga will end up having it's own repercussions in the future. They help provide a balance for the Ravine as well as Tiien. Destroy one, you are left with the other spiraling out of control. Though it might be best to keep Mar, Lyn and likely Althalus from the Yarsomere diplomat. Namely I rather not have an incident. Though having one of the student approach wouldn't be a bad idea. Any nominations?"

“Ssarak, Meirin, or Leith. Althalus probably won’t kill him. Can’t make the same promise for Lucillia, I’m afraid. Regardless, those three are the best bet with Ssarak being the preferred choice. For a giant warrior with wings, he seems remarkably diplomatic and gentle. Much more then me, at least.” Uicle replied, idly twirling his staff between his fingers.

"I see the best outcome with Ssarak, namely since he could easily be persuaded due to his attachment to Lyn and Mar. If I recall right, he's been helping her with taming and letting out her emotions, hasn't he?" Though his words were made into a question, Ovak's words were firm and without uncertainty over this matter. "Leith might be better suited for either the Eysire, Djarkel or Tidehome. I'm leaning toward Djarkel mostly. Less hostility there due to his appearance and history with Eania fantics. Though Lucilia might need to be present... Granted she's in trouble but her aid might be ideal to at least smoothly introduced him."

His thin fingers tapped his chin for a moment. "Aramir might be suitable for the snow elves but I don't want her doing it alone. Annabeth or Mei should likely accompany her. Namely to keep an eye on her mood. I'll leave which one up to your judgement."

“Ssarak has. As for Leith, that smooth introduction is riding primarily upon none of the Barons being one of the diplomats, and the diplomats not being hostile and afraid of vampires because of the deaths. Send him to Yarosmere instead, he did save the stupid bastard from Grey and the rest,, have Ssarak go the Esyire’s and have Mei go to Djarkel? Right now we’re just getting an idea of the situations. Send Alaira, with Althalus to watch her and ensure she doesn’t do something stupid, to Tidehome. Though why we should we send someone to watch Aramir? There’s no reason why she should be afraid or angry or what have you with the Snow Elves.”

Uicle’s gaze bored into the Archmage. “Or is there something you’re not telling me?”

"Sound choices and reasoning. As for Aramir, How well do you think she will fair at hearing other tribes being wiped out? Her own history has had quite a lot of bloodshed and the risk of her breaking down would not be a good one. She'll need emotional support in case she can't keep herself together. Else things might become much worse than we intended. One wrong move during this feast... I don't need to tell you what the college future could look like, do I?" Even before Ovak spoke, he was prepare to flood Uicle's mind with mental images that would should how terrible the went could end. Including one that would include the mass slaughter of several, including Lyn, students. A matter that wouldn't go over well for many.

“Fair enough. Not everyone can have killed their emotions and replaced them with acidic sarcasm like me. As for the future, no, I can imagine. Trust me.” Uicle replied, pausing for a minute. Refocusing on the Archmage, the necromancer explained. “There. Golems have been sent for each of the students, and they know what they have to do. Anything else your pestering ability to tell the future needs me to fix so I don’t accidentally doom the world by sneezing at the wrong time?”

"Auriel, the one Aramir’s been keeping company might be ideal to be included as moral support. In addition, you know as well as me that trying to account for every little thing will more likely result in a mess. Most often the most miserable outcome. It's a curse in the end and I'll be most happy to be rid of it when my life comes to an end." Ovak stated kindly, assumed at Uicle's sarcasm. His eyes shifted to a room wall and his expression clouded over in concern.

"Lucilia has been still assigned to giving Khan's medications, hasn't she? I get this sense he's not been taking them as regularly as he should." Ovak pondered for a moment and considered his next words carefully. "Might be ideal to request a few students to help in keeping tabs on him. He could use the motivations after all."

“Oh so that makes two of us with something we’ll be happy to be rid of when we finally die.” Uicle said cheerfully, before refocusing. “Have students nursemaid Khan, and complain at him myself with Lucillia. Got it.”

”Sounds reasonable when you sum it up, though getting it accomplished is another matter. I just hope the students won’t mind else I fear we will end up losing Khan permanently. Some futures for him are rather bleak and sad.”Ovak said, his eyes drifted a bit then added. ”What students should be sent to retrieve Khan?”

“Depends. If you want it done quickly, Darius and Baldur. If you want it done by people Khan has chatted with, Aramir and Mei. Those are the two I’ve seen him with the most, at any rate.” Uicle shrugged. It could be Khan was far more friendly with other students during the day, but he hadn’t seen any evidence to support that.

”Bad part, Khan waits for others to come to him rather than seek them out. A flaw, I’m afraid to say, is his own undoing. It doesn’t help he’s usually been shy even when he was a student here. Those runes don’t help him much either…” Ovak said, clearly, his thoughts knowing if they weren’t there than Khan would’ve never attracted Kudd’s attention. “I would suggest Darius and Balder, namely as Aramir’s going to be dealing with the diplomat and I believe Mei is busy. It would also be a good idea for Khan to meet more than just selective students.”

“Fair enough. Sending golems too them no-” Uicle’s words were cut off as there was a minor boom from the nearby kitchens, and black smoke began to pour out of the doorway. “Just because you can’t curse me doesn’t mean you can have fun with the others in the College! Ren! Do your job!” Uicle complained, looking up at the roof briefly before going to see what the problem was.