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7 yrs ago
And back I am. Exhausted, certainly, and may need a while for that to wear off, but I'm once more here to read and even write!
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7 yrs ago
Won't be replying for a while. Am hiking.
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7 yrs ago
My congratulations to the winners of TI9! Well played gentlemen, well played.
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7 yrs ago
Should have been writing posts. Took part in D&D shenaniganry instead. Got to fix that tomorrow.
7 yrs ago
There's a lot of backlog here on my end. I'm trying my best to lessen it, but replies might be less frequent for a time. A welcome change from the nothing doing I went through though! Thanks partners!

Bio

I suppose it is about time for me to copypaste fill in some information about myself over here just as well. Only took me a few years to getting around to do it.

I am a married individual in my twenties from the country some people dare claim does not exist. The Finland conspiracy is an old joke, you can stop with it now. Not a native speaker of the English language by any means, though I did begin studying it exceptionally early for our country's standards. I suppose it was some sort of a test case. With that out of the way though, what more should I be saying here...
  • I like being nice to people. If one needs to ask why, well that alone is reason enough.
  • I play and Dungeon Master Dungeons and Dragons, both offline and in the past also over here.
  • I enjoy OOC chatter, be it planning the RP or a more casual exchange (not that RP'ing is that serious). I can make do without, but don't be afraid to talk to me.
  • Whatever the case, I'm here to have fun and hone my writing abilities!
I do think that should about cover it, yes.

Thanks for stopping by I suppose! I do also have a Discord account, but I prefer to start anything RP related on the site. At least with people I don't know from the past, that is! But hey, now if you are a longer time contact of mine and happened to read this, now you know and can ask!

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While the great Dyn'yer'zhead had a multitude of words for the wolf creature, most of them would sound like gibberish to those around, and when it came to those who understood... well, let's say that the saying "swore like a sailor" would probably need to change in severity since Dyn's words, if spoken, would move the average up by about four magnitudes. The reason he held back was unusual for a Beholder, but it was due to the fact he didn't want to make Jill angry at him by thoroughly blundering all attempts at diplomacy the crew could muster up.

Koan was up to her usual shenanigans, prancing about the deck with illusions flaring all around her. While many would consider it to be a pretty show, it hurt Dyn's eyes and the words, in his opinion, were needlessly on the begging side of things. It was like the wolf had any sort of leverage here. As she finally finished a Fog Cloud enveloped her, conjuring a small gurgle that could by some be interpreted as laughter from Dyn's spherical body. After being so apologetic she even finishes off by vanishing? An act as honed as one would expect from her.

Now the words of Reemes were on the better side of things, especially his closing words reflecting Dyn's own opinion on the situation: The wolf was the one on the losing side here and it deserved to be taunted a little. The Beholder mouth curled into a smirk, but once he heard the words of the dragonborn, he rolled a fifth of a rotation backwards so that his mouth now pointed more towards the sky and burst into full on laughter. And while the last thing mentioned might have been a tension relieving and even a fun little addition from anyone else, believe me a laughing Beholder is the stuff of nightmares.

To wholly understand just how unsettling the sound of it is, one needs to understand that Dyn was a speaker of Deep Speech, a language of eldritch sounds that could be described best as 'wet' and 'distressed', adjectives that have no business describing sound. It was as if the voice itself was scared of it being spoken in such a distorted manner. And when even rational speech was terrible like that, there were no words for describing just how horrible the laugh was.
His failed attempt at escaping the bird's grasp led to a natural conclusion, that being the bird taking off with him in its talons. The ground moved away from him, leaving Theodore longing for the comforting feeling of it under his feet. If one didn't get up high, one couldn't fall from heights. But, well, there had been an attempt and that was the best he could have done. The others were well aware of his predicament and many made it their priority to help him. However, as soon as Wick's globe of light collided with the bird and basked Theodore in its harmful rays, he had to concede some of the methods were a little reckless. Next up he noticed Katia flinging a bolt of energy his way. Wait, when had she learnt to do something like...

His thoughts were interrupted by the bird vanishing in a puff of smoke, but intent on finishing what he had started he mouthed the final word of the sentence "...that?" And then, he fell. Luckily enough the fall was on the shorter side, but the collision of the surface, the reunion not quite in the way he had been hoping for goaded him into releasing the air from his lungs. He couldn't be sure whether it had been the impact itself or force of habit, but the end result was the same.

Having been on the receiving end of multiple types of punishment in such a short timeframe, Theodore took a moment on the ground to catch his breath, as well as raise a hand between him and the sun. He felt so empty he halfway expected his hand to be see-through! He clambered to his feet, sheathed his sword, picked up the small sphere left behind the bird and took a few running steps back towards his crossbow. The small item reminded him of the bird somehow. Interesting... Having reached his crossbow, he picked it up and took a quick look at it. Still in one piece, at least.

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While on their way, the group was approached by a thoroughly forgettable looking fellow. Not that the Scroungers would be too good at remembering details of other species yet, especially those who did not really have contacts in their Fleet. Before the man had covered half the distance they needed to cover, the other of the two bodyguards reached behind their back, their backpack module letting out a click and a silent hiss of gas being released. Creft heard this and raised his arm to signal the guard to hold his fire. It would have been quite provoking to go opening fire at local populace for simply approaching.

The General listened to the request of the man and waved the hand he had been holding up to the right, away from that person. Another click emanated from the backpack as the weapon locked back into the slot and the group continued on their way without much of a hassle, what with Ceraun answering the questions. "Vropda, sister, please do see she does not go too far in her explanation. Not to the classified stuff and all. I'll keep our guards in check."

@fer1323@Gordian Nought
Medic reporting for duty!
@Hekazu

Added to the group. Welcome to the Fleet!
The issued travel bans certainly were a nuisance to some, but most of their worries paled in comparison to that of General Creft and his entourage. The group consisted of four exoframe clad Scroungers, namely Creft himself, his sister Captain Vropda and two of the general's bodyguards, with the addition of the the blue skinned fleet head medic who had asked to join on the first diplomatic mission in ages. Problem was, they had not exactly got to negotiate anything yet, given the special circumstances and now they couldn't even head home to Universal Nova to wait for a better time.

"Ishol f'akh arrann!" Creft swore loudly, as the staff of flight centre refused to allow them access to their own vessel. As much as the general wanted to argue that they were not under their jurisdiction as diplomats from another civilisation, ACASIAS had reminded him that as long as they had not yet had their first meeting this "UFP" or whatever they called themselves would not recognise Ragnarov Fleet as a sovereign entity and thus his status as a diplomat would be null and void.

"I do believe we are stuck for the time being", the General stated the obvious. "What a way to make a first impression." He was truly disappointed in how the situation had been handled. While an attack by unknown forces was a state of emergency, Ragnarov Fleet had never had to resort to shenanigans such as stopping all traffic. Couldn't they just use their scanners to check the signature of each ship and shoot down those with invalid ones? Or were they too lazy to keep a consistent log?

"Well, since we will be here for a while anyway, could as well get back to where diplomats are received. No use wasting our time by mingling with the common folk", he finally suggested, sending his exoframe on a mission to move him back to the place from whence he had already returned. Third time on the same path might well be the charm.
The library that had just a few moments ago been quite peaceful was now the scene of a fight between the Jailor and the hunters. What kept the situation from escalating further was how the hunters kept splitting up, forcing the stone creature and its gargoyles to do the same. There was no way of telling how an all-out no holds barred fight would go between them, but it would be likely for it to not favour the hunters.

Kenza had taken all out of the momentary distraction of the gargoyles, running to the broken down part of the library, through the opening in the collapsed wall and the webbing covering most of it. The room beyond still housed quite a bit of webbing, but it was much less prevalent than in the "doorway" she had used. She couldn't really note more than this and the fact this seemed like a workroom before a gargoyle collided with her back, sending her tumbling down as the creatures circled above her. Her head just happened to be turned the way the wind was coming from: There was a gaping hole in the wall and it led outside!

Derrick's plan saw relatively more success as most of it came true. The biggest deviation happened right at the start: While he had anticipated the Jailor to open up with a breath of flame, it also tried to crash into him. As he had been prepared to dodge something, he managed to avoid the assault, as well as the gout of blue flame joining the fray soon after. And the flame scorched some of the spiders as well. Some of those little creatures headed for Jailor, but most scattered away.

But there was something more that happened. From the spiders that had been scorched, small white wisps flew to the Jailor's wings, bringing forth yellow symbols much akin to those that were visible on the gargoyles. Having noticed this, Derrick could also feel a familiar cold closing in with the shadowy hands grasping at his body like they had done back in the lower rooms. The Jailor stared through the hunters eyes, meeting his very essence beyond them. "Come to the mist..." rang in Derricks head.

As for Mistletoe, she had vacated the library where the grand spectacle was taking place and rushed into a room further down the hallway. A quick peek inside showed nothing too dangerous about it, so she entered the area. It was dark in here, but that was pretty much a given at this point. No sounds could be heard from the room itself, but from the one next to it she could barely make out the sound of something falling to the floor.

@Dusksong@Lord of Evil
Faction Sheet for Ragnarov Fleet
Name: Ragnarov Fleet
Graphic:

<Subject to change, but this will be it for now>

Motto: Explore. Expand. Exploit. Exterminate.
Leader: Fleet Legislative Council, the figurehead being the spokesman, but they have no actual power in the council as they merely oversee the process. The council gathers together the most important from each of the official government departments, the military having a higher than usual presence though. A few examples of members of the council would be the primary and secondary fleet admirals, ground operations general, head of the medical facilities and taxation overseer.

Description: The Ragnarov Fleet is not exactly the easiest to approach by outside forces. Their desperation for neverending expansion and consumption to keep themselves alive has led them to become an extremely territorial force, requiring extensive paperwork for anyone to enter the area of space they happen to govern at any given time. Their area of influence does not exactly expand, a more accurate way of describing it would be to say it moves, so while their presence might be a nuisance for some time, eventually they will have cleared themselves (and the planets they found use for) out of the way.

Given how secluded they tend to be, what most outsiders know is simply the fact that where the fleet roams, planets tend to disappear in their wake... and the fact they are very, very willing to trade for most workable metals that they themselves seem to be fervently gathering. As for how they pay, when breaking apart entire planets, one ends with surprising amounts of rare materials with a niche use...

Goals: Founded by the Scroungers, essentially for the Scroungers. The overarching goal is to manage to collect enough ferrous materials to sustain the building of exoframes for the dying race, as well as for weapons and spaceships. Thus what they seek is to take control of planets, exploit them until there remains but a husk, and then recycle the husk. Explore. Expand. Exploit. Exterminate.

Unique Abilities:
Planet harvesting
Few species take resource gathering to the extreme Scroungers (and by extension, the Fleet) do, so they alone possess the technology to break apart entire planets. They have very specific harvesting cycle for each planet: Sow, Exploit, Harvest. In Sowing, they terraform the planet to be hospitable for mining operations, in Exploiting they gather all the resources that are available through conventional means and then finally in Harvesting they break down the rest of it, gathering any resources left behind for trading purposes if nothing else.

Advanced Computation All-Source Intelligence Analysis System (ACASIAS)
The biological supercomputer ACASIAS possesses an intricate neurobioelectric web to all Scrounger infrastructure. High ranking Scroungers jointly use ACASIAS for nearly instant communication, calculations, and processing/storing large amount of data, for instance, the genetic sequences for the Xenoendoplantation Lab. ACASIAS also engineers/mass manufactures the majority of the technology the Universal Nova utilizes, including the nanobots for a Scrounger's Nano-Modules.

Territories:
Universal Nova, a giant artificial planet that acts as their home base. The building of it began as it became evident that the Scroungers would need to harvest their entire home system and would need a somewhat transportable home base for themselves, given how their life would turn out from this point onward. It is capable of supporting life like any real planet of its size, perhaps even more since it is not prone to natural disasters. And, most importantly, with enough transport ships, it is capable of changing locations.

Exploitation zone, or what others would call the moving territory of the fleet. Once planets are harvested, the fleet moves onward, obtaining another mining settlement for themselves. Currently its centre point is around a planet labelled as Pavor Prime. These planets usually have little to no defences themselves and trust the fleet to be capable of defending them. Due to this, the size of the exploitation zone is largely dependent on the size of the fleet itself. As of this moment, the size of the zone roughly equals 1/10th of what UFP governs.

  • Critical Point: Harvester, a one of a kind mining platform capable of carefully disassembling spent planets and recycling the materials they still house within through the use of adaptive self replicating nanomachines. Harvester is then capable of breaking the machines down into the materials they built themselves out of once again, this meaning the process pretty much involves turning the husk of a planet into nanobots, which are then turned back into the disassembled planet.
  • Critical Point: The Titan, known to outsiders better as The Ragnarov Titan. This ship is essentially a massive weapon, with more weapons strapped on top and some resemblance of steering control to make the spaceship operable. The Titan has proven to be capable of destroying entire planets with continued bombardment in the space of less a standard tenday all by itself. Theoretically its effective range extends to 10.0 light years, but since debris usually drops the effectiveness more than can be accounted for, the actual effective range is closer to 1.0 light years.
  • Critical Point: Sower, a giant terraforming facility attached to a spaceship, created for hastening the process of preparing a planet for exploitation. Due to how it is not safe to exceed certain speeds in terraforming relative to the size of a planet, the sower has been observed to terraform any planet within ten standard days.

Allies:
United Federation of Planets, loosely
Enemies:
None, thus far.

Members:
@Hekazu's Characters: General Creft, lead of ground based operations, as well as Duke Virne, overseer of internal security. Both are part of the council.
@Gordian Nought's Characters: Captain Vropda
@JBRam2002's Characters: Head Medic Ceraun Farohm, one of the council
@Zverda's Characters: Chief of Special Operations, Chayyliel/Drekavac, one of the council
@Corporal Lance's Characters: Nick Zelthis
@Big Dread's Characters: Abasil Ubain Tekeil
Torus' Insight is a 12.

Was Torus not leaving?

In any case, I'll be PMing the results to the people that remain in the room once I know for certain who are there and I have received all the rolls.
As Torus described Tiamat in all her glory, a smile crept on the cultists face. Her opponents seemed to be well aware of what there was against them, yet they thought they could handle the very Queen of dragons. She couldn't see much, if anything, but she could somehow feel that there was some sort of a visual display going around her. She could only hope that the display was accurate.

Once the druid leaned to speak into her ear, confusion spread across her face. The man sounded angry, but the words made no sense to her. She could pick up the words "you" and "hero", but that was about it. Soon after that moment she could hear the same voice guiding some people out of the room, but the sound of heavy metal boots that had entered earlier was nowhere to be heard. Not everyone had left. But before she could finish thinking about it, she experienced a miniature flood as the ball of cold water she could not have seen was released above her head.

"Pfbbbblllt!" she spat out, the water that had ended up in her mouth flying off in an arc. "Blahh!" she complained, sticking out her tongue in revulsion. She did soon draw her tongue back in and spat to her right, finishing up doing what she could do to clean her mouth of the wastewater. Soon she could hear the female voice again, them asking about her leaders. "Names? I've no need for their names. If a wearer of purple gives the order, I follow the order. And I don't know more about the dragon than you do", she answered.


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