Hellis

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

Did I just see a reference to goddamn Terry Pratchet?

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

@Dervish

Damnit man. NOT A A PLAY-BY-PLAY

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

I'mma need a real quick rundown of positions and shit. I am reading up but it is gonna take me some time to slog trough. And a brief synopsis would really help me construct my thaughts/narrative/writing.

Mass Effect: Borealis

@Dervish a legendary trtait blonly found in the purest of nerdbmbers

Mass Effect: Borealis

For those wondering who the buxom asari mechanic is: She is the very same on Yestin and Drono talk aobut in two different Flashbacks :D NARRATIVE CONSISTENCY MOTHERTRUCKERS

Mass Effect: Borealis

DRONO POST UP.

I*M BACK AND I BROUGHT DRAMA

Mass Effect: Borealis

FURTHER INSIDE THE COMPOUND

Drono felt a prickle go up his neck as he stopped mid step. Slowly, he turned. He knew before he saw her, what was going to happen. A'Lotza was a tall, curvy, powerfully built asari. With eyes that would stop a cruiser and smile that never left her face. Her body was decked out in the typical outfit of a woman who was more home inside a ships internals then a club. Drono cursed. Two years ago, he would have melted at the sight of her. Things were different now. Much, much different. He shot his Bartarian bodyguard a quick look. "I'll be right back."

"Dr-" She began but he headed her off. Taking her by the elbow and leading her aside. Her face said it all. Anger, betrayal, annoyance, confusion. Luckily there were nobody else about. Drono felt like his world was spinning. This was not happening. Not now, not ever.

"Not here. Not now" He spoke silently and with a harshness to him that clearly took the Asari back. She pursed her lips and put a hand to her hips. Holding her torch usually meant for welding 20 inch plate under his chin. He was suddenly very aware of how dead he would be if she wanted to.

"Oh?" Her eyes narrowed. "Working a angle are you?" She said, lighting the pilot flame. He swallowed hard.

"Something like that." Drono shot back, backing away slightly.

"And what is in it for me?" She shot. Business like, but to angry to be calculating. She wasn't a hustler. She worked for chop shops but she never cared much for the scam and the con. She had been their designated mechanic back in the day, not someone he brought onto the jobs.

"I... What?!" Drono exclaimed, eyed wide. He was caught of guard.

"You heard me. Two years and not a goddamn word Drono. You are lucky I don't just drag you out and let them do to you and your crew whatever they do posers. Although Yestin might object to that." Yestin's name made Drono sour instantly. Did she know? She didn't seem to. So that meant he kept his mouth shut. Made sense, you didn't want whoever Drono actually got along with to ruin your new future if you were Yestin.

"I was shot." He said softly, trying to calm her.

"You've been shot before." She growled. Clearly he needed a silver tongue to get out of this.

"This time it was worse. Different." He said, his voice dropping. As did his eyes.

"Oh. And that is a excuse to let me fret. We may not be bumpin' uglies anymore. But you were my friend. I am your FRIEND. And friends don't disappear the second they strike big. First you, then Yestin. God dammnit!"

"Yeah about that. Friends are not all they are cut out to be." Drono stared at her. His voice was hollow. The look in his eyes matching the voice. But there was white hot anger burning deep in that hollow.

"...No." She stepped back. A sudden realization hitting her like a truck. "Yestin."

"Yeah. Yeah. That." His voice came back in a snarl. His entire body tense. "A slug right to the fucking spine." He stepped up to her now. Not letting her eyes go. Nobody cornered him, not even his friends.

"But. He always looked after you." She protested. He could see the heartbreak in her eyes. The desperate need for it to not be true. She had loved them both once. They had both failed her in various ways. But this. This was far worse. He figured he'd just tear the knife out so she could bleed and heal.

"Guess he got tired keeping my back clear. So he shot me in it. Dropped his vile little concoction in the wound. I cannot sleep on my back. I cannot go more then three months without taking industrial grade painkillers. That, is what friends get you. That is what trust GET YOU."

"Son of a bitch... He said you absconded with part of the haul.." She slumped back. Tears in her eyes. "He made it sound like you abandoned us both. Abandoned me." He knelt down to her level where she sat. Tilting his head.

"I did not abandon you. And I am getting him back." He said. Feeling a little shitty for slapping her down like that.

]"He is rich Drono. He got in with Salarian weapon makers. Really heavy shit." She bagan to argue. The despair thick in her voice. Clearly, she knew more then he did. But that gave him an idea and he cut her off.

"You still got an in?" A calm, calculating edge to his voice. A'lotza stared at him. Tilting her head in turn. She had seen him like this before.

"...Yes?" She said, a bit hesistant. It was clear Drono was working some sort of angle in his head to get back at their old friend. ANd she wanted in. She was seething with anger.

"Good. Remember. I didn't abandon you. And I won't abandon you. I am actually rolling with some legit crew now. You'd like 'em." He said, easing her back from the pits of anger. He didn't need her angry. He needed her on his side, he needed her onboard.

"...You totally got a new piece on the side." She shot back at hims suddenly. A cheeky, shit eating grin on her face. Drono stared for a solid minute. Mouth agape. Trying to to find the words.

"...What. How?" He finally asked, still gaping.

"You don't function properly without someone kicking your ass and distracting that adhd brain of yours." She said so matter of factly that Drono was seriusly reconsidering his entire past for a second.

"...I feel oddly exposed." He said, scratching his head. "Anything else you can tell."

"You are gonna scam someone big time." She said as he she crossed her arms. It made her.. bigger in a way. Drono coughed.

"...Well that one don't count. You know who I am. When am I not working a scam or a hustle?" He said matter of factly, getting slowly up to his feet proper again.

"Your crew." She said as he reached out to offer her a hand up.

"Huh?" Drono was once more caught a little off guard. Honest people were so hard to wrap their head around. He had met hammers less blunt.

"They aren't a hustle right." She prodded him in the chest.

"... Well no."

"So who are you scamming?"

"I can't really tell you. But You should get out before it goes off."

"Ohhhhhh." She got up. "Well I did just fix my buggy. I should probably get going then." He was amused by her sudden urgency. He still got it. She was not only in, but she was taking his word as truth. Despite the fact he was a the biggest conartist she had ever met. That was one crisis taken care of.

"You still got the same Com-Handle?" He asked.

"Yeah. Call me when you are ready to get that Slimebag." She shot back. The venom in her voice made think of the jungle he was thankfully not trekking trough.

"Will do." He assured her.

"Or if you need help understanding the opposite sex." She smirked. He once more stood staring. Once he finally spoke it was far less dignified.

"....Uncalled for." He muttered.

"Not really no." She said with a laugh like a windturbine.

"Fuck you. I was good." He mumbled.

"You can talk a iron rod into a knot. But faced with good honest interest? Your silver turns to lead." She smirked. "Its kinda cute."

"You..." He began before he suddenly had an idea. "Before you... buggy out." The pun got a groan. "Could you part with your mechanics badge and clearence?"

"Yeah? Oh. Shit. Your planning something real bad."

"Not me. My crew gives me a run for my money you know."

"...Matriach help me. A whole ship full of Drono-scale disasters." She said as she handed him her credentials. "That will get you into any hanger I've worked in. And the tools storage. Possibly some of the other places."

"Thanks Doll."

"..."

"No Doll. Got it."

"Good. Be seeing you. And soon or I will find you."

"Right." He watched her go. He idly weighed the passcard in his hand. Biting his lip he turned to head back.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Also a terrible creature is going around eating peoples minds.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

@Hellis So with you're recent post with Rune and his noticing of the leylines, would someone like Odette be able to notice something like that? Or would she need to be in the sewers as well?

@DearTrickster

I'd say it is more then fair that she notices when she is in New York.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

NEW YORK. SEWERS.

They stared in silent awe at the amount of really bad news that stared back at them. Where they had expected a room full of hungry undead, they found dried up corpses. All along the damn the subway it had been the same. And now they found their enemy, the young Necromancer on the floor, convulsing. A dreadful thought formed in the back of Johan's mind. His regent, the King of Elves had sent him a urgent message a week earlier. That someone terrible was going to go down, something that was bigger then a draugur infestation. Being a man of petty anger and grudges, Johan had told him he could fix it himself for once as he had almost been killed in one of his many excursions down into the Subway, looking for the necromancer. But none the less, he and Otto had went down and fought the damn things once more. He thought the King meant that the Necromancer was cooking up a grand scheme of sorts. Turns out that is not the case at all. Turns out someone else did.

"Oh shit." He said. Mouth agape. Next to him stood Otto. A massive man who was currently half wolf, half human. A hexen-wolf. His entire body was on edge, his fur bristling. Those canine eyes scanned the room as they walked inside. Bones turned into ash as they stepped past. It seemed thet Hildebrand was still breathing. But her aura was weak. They both recoiled when they realized part of her soul had been ripped out of her forcefully.

"Oh shit is right." Otto said, kneeling over the convulsing woman. There was nothing they could do for her. She was a necromancer. Her connection with the dead had likely meant she was caught up in what ever went down. Otto sighed and picked her up. Johan raised a eyebrow.

"I will not leave her here like this. She is harmless now. I doubt she ever regain power enough to be a threat." Otto said as he slung the girl onto his shoulder with ease. She hung limply.

"I hate when you are right Otto." Johan emphazied as he closed the womans eyes and checked her pulse. She was weak and even though she was an enemy they could not just leave her to die like this. Besides, she might know something. That's when they noticed the way the ground below them was cracked and shimmering.

The two magicians stared at the desecrated ground. "Holy shit." Was all that escaped them when they saw the silver slivers that ran criss cross by their feet. They only knew of one thing that created this much disturbance in the leyline. A soul stone. A forbidden art that forced the souls of the dead or alive into a single flawless gem. Ideally a Diamond.

"That is..." Otto began as Johan interrupted him.

"Soulstone" The swedish runemage said, his voice barely a whisper. They both knew it had to be. But this was a soulstone of absurd strength. Any ol' mage can create one with enough effort. A soul circle was a fairly common thing in necromancy. But it was dangerous, and risky and you took weak souls from dying men or willing sacrifices. This. This was industrial strength. Countless souls, not yet done with this world, ripped from their anchor in the leylines.

"Yepp. Fucking Soulstone alright." Otto confirmed. Eyes wide. He like Johan had never heard of someone so foolish, so powerful as to pull of such a thing. Did the person who did this have any idea what they had done. Somewhere, someone was holding a magical nuke.

"And it is powerful." Johan added. A face of calm panic, the kind of face a man who decided to chickenrace a train and intended to win would have.

"Oh I'd say so." Otto agreed. Even in wolven form, he looked shaken.

"Like. We are talking snatching a few cities worth of dead peoples souls." Johan continued. The icy calm of a person who is pretty sure he was going to die either way. He fished out his pipe and stuffed it. He lit it and took a puff. It was mixed with normal tobacco and some weeds the elves grew. It settled his nerves for now.

"Never felt something like it." Otto agreed, coming to his senses as well. He motioned for Johan to follow him as they began to walk out of the room and towards the sewers.

"But who?" Johan asked as the panic receded and was replaced with utter confusion as to who would do such a thing.

"...I know where we can begin asking." Otto suggested. And Johan had to sigh.

"Puck?" The Swede asked, staring at the embers of his pipe.

"Yes." Otto said with solemn nod.

"Shit." Johan muttered.

"Shit indeed." Otto Concured. They stared at the wall. Trying to will reality into not being shit. They failed. Reality was shit. It was full of it. And they were neck deep in it.