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Old Glory (Post Apocalyptic D&D-style Dungeon Diving in a Medieval America | Inspired by After the End)

Yes I'd definitely be interested! One question though: I am not from anywhere on the American continent, but European. Would that be an issue?

The Taygete Project

I'd be interested, too :)

The Five Senses

Týfurkh

Týfurkh's heartbeat was skyrocketing. This whole plan was breaking apart even far, far, far sooner than he had expected in his worst thoughts. There probably would not have been any earlier point in time for this to happen at all, and when the soldier decided to draw the crystal jade candle, but then even failed to smash the thing properly, it just added up to the whole... if it had not been about both their lives he could have happily called it 'disappointment'!

Yet at least this issue could be fixed on the spot. Týfurkh made sure his teeth were aligned properly and right on top of each other with his tongue safely out of the way the instant before he lifted his foot and stomped onto the halfway broken candle the hardest he could. Even without armor this was extremely hard, not only causing a loud thud but more importantly crushing the jade candle much more thoroughly. What felt like a few splinters dug their way into the thick layer of skin lining the underside of Týfurkh's feet so he'd have to try and avoid using these areas until he could pull them out at least, but more importantly now the energy contained in the material could roam freely.

A burst emanated from underneath his foot, pushing it away and surging towards Sightless Talne's greedy tentacles and face as Týfurkh tried to use the opportunity and lept to the side. They needed the others, now! And he needed to find his gear, or any gear at least even if didn't fit properly. However he already started to feel that being that close to a full-blown jade candle explosion apparently did more than just bury a few splinters of its glass housing in one's skin. His foot felt hot like a torch!

Oblivion: Wrath of Akatosh

Meanwhile, me in my selfmade starship enterprise, leaving boring control of warp drive, phasers, shields and torpedos to the computer while spending my time in the turbolifts listening to this:

Oblivion: Wrath of Akatosh

He should have seen that coming, right ? Or no -- he actually had seen that coming! The structure that looked as if hewn out of one giant block of solidified volcanic output and subsequently adorned with mysterious looking carvings and etchings exhibited such an eerily similarity to a few things Quavanir had seen in his dreams that the one word he had liked to debate about just a moment ago, 'coincidence', was out of the question immediately.

The Altmer had regarded the whole endeavour of coming here as quite a bit of an experiment, an experiment about whether this would help getting rid of his dreams or at least finding out something about them or whether he'd have to search for their source somewhere else. Yet if this kind of view was correct, then... this was success happening here. This was what the dreams had predicted and it happened right where they had guided him to. All doubts eliminated instantly, any fears of any expenses having been in vain rendered irrelevant all at once!

However the definition of 'success' in this case was a very cruel one as it obviously already included the death of quite a bunch of individuals not related to any of this. Also even if Quavanir had been a completely cold blooded, purely analytic and reckless mind far beyond any reasonable bounds, he still would have had to acknowledge one important detail: he had no real answer about what to do in case of that 'success'. The great folly of so many experimenters! Those dreams had been quite motivating in terms of getting here, but also quite lacking any clue about how to properly act against a monstrosity like the one down in the arena. That thing didn't have some magical lever he could telekinetically pull in order to trigger an emergency shutdown, did it ?

"I suggest we leave this place!" Quavanir shouted to the others, firmly convinced that what had happened to the seats on the other side could still happen with their own ones as well at any moment. No matter how one looked at things: Still being in the spectator's position would not help anyone he thought.

Oblivion: Wrath of Akatosh

In case I'm still alive by the time weekend has arrived you can expect a post by me at that time. In case my work kills me within the next three days I hope that at least my malicious, ravaging entity of the afterlife will be powerful enough to perform such a profound and stylish overkill against a certain project I have to do that the whole world will go down with it so nobody has to witness me breaking my promise that way either!

Oblivion: Wrath of Akatosh

I should be able to get a second contribution to the collab up tomorrow at the latest, hopefully. As you can probably guess things are going haywire on my side again, as usual :)

Oblivion: Wrath of Akatosh

Being quite busy this workweek, my first contribution to the collab should be up on Saturday.

Oblivion: Wrath of Akatosh

@MacabreFox We will make a collab for everyone except Shu and Tabby. Shu is at the temple, and Tabby will need to go there. But yee!

@POOHEAD189

One joined collab or a GM-driven collab for each character individually ? Just asking ahead out of interest :)

The Five Senses

Týfurkh

It was safe to say that a not so gentle wave of frost crept up Týfurkh's spine when he heard the words 'Jade Candle'. However, upon second thought, it could not come as that much of a surprise at all. If there were no other blind spots in one's vision the one that was there was pretty easy to see, wasn't it ?

It did not seem that the Sightless had any idea about the soldiers though, otherwise he would not have asked for one of them to take the candle off him but delegated the task to some other person. This way the probably most valuable asset they had in their hands stayed just there, just at a bit of a different position but that did not necessarily have to be a bad thing. For an instant Týfurkh considered using his magic to whisper something back, but then recalled that him moving his lips while nothing could be heard could just be even more suspicious.

So, trying to communicate without saying a word, Týfurkh did nothing to even try and stop the soldier from reaching into his pocket. They had to continue playing the game, attacking right now as a duo with one of them not having weapons was rather suicidal, but at least not making the best out of the moment of surprise they still might have. Maybe the Sightless could find him to be suspicious somehow, but even so he could still not blame his own men -- that it reality were not his own men at all -- for not noticing the same. As long as the soldiers in disguise were allowed to stay here playing the game would have proven worth it still.

"Oh that thing. I found it in a depot of the army while searching for anything useful before my, well, 'departure'. It looked quite precious so I took it with me." Of course that was a complete lie, but he had to present some continuation to his own cover story...