IncredibleBee

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is it possible to request a summary of what's currently going down in the IC?

@Mtntopview

Hampus and a few other SE members are doing stuff at an umbrella in Siberia. Guts is in the Warp. I think everyone else isn't on a mission or anything, so whatever.

Estermere- A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay (Reboot)

I'm keeping an eye on it, but I haven't made a character yet. If you want to keep it alive, get more players. Invite your friends.

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Guts entered a large building partially submerged in mucous and meat. Prying open the airlocks, he stepped inside a ruined corridor, covered in blood and human remains. Looking carefully, a few still seemed to be wearing color coded outfits. Guts could only imagine what carnage took place in these desecrated halls. Judging from how the building was sealed off, these men did this to themselves, he realized. A small black stick gave off a bright beam of light. Guts grabbed it, and walked further into the depths. Graffiti covered the walls, speaking of things that were gibberish to Guts. One name stood out to him as it seemed to be praised like a deity. The words were smudged, but Guts could at least make out H**k**t*er. The hairs on his neck stood on end. Guts had seen some terrible things, but this place just gave off an air of depravity and insanity. The atmosphere here was saturated with a robust feeling of dread. Guts backed out of the building quickly, discarding the light-stick as he ventured back out into the humid, sticky atmosphere of the creature's belly. ------------------ After another short while of walking, Guts came upon a few more piles of bones. Whatever this stomach acid was, it seemed to only digest meat. The corpses were varied; differing highly in clothing and items. Some were large and clad in emerald colored armor, one wore a sweater and pleated skirt, with pink pigtails. Yet another set of bones crumbled out of a red shirt and sandals. Guts walked past them, and into a crumbling 50s burger joint. Leaning over the counter to make sure nothing was hiding, he took a seat on one of the red-cushioned stools, heaving a sigh. There were papers on these counters, depicting bread and meats mixed together. Guts' stomach growled. Even in a place as rancid as this, he couldn't neglect eating if he wanted to keep moving. For now, that would be his next goal.

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Heavy isn't the smartest tool in a box of nine

@Lmpkio

He has a PhD in Russian Literature.

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Guts sped through the dimension at the speed of thought, trying to push away the sight of ridiculously large beasts lurking through the distance. Even Schierke's magics hadn't done this, yet. Then again, she was about ten, so she was probably an amateur wizard. Guts looked down at the panel, thinking he could make these pauldrons fly faster. Experimentally, he tapped a button. Sparks and electricity flew from his body as a giant eye blinked open. Even from this distance, it was many times as wide as his body was long. With a moan like a thousand cries of agony, a maw of jagged fangs engulfed Guts, swallowing him. ---------------------------- Guts was falling, surrounded on all sides by a wall of muscle. A pit was closing in; Guts knew he has to slow his descent. Pulling out his sword, he thrust the blade into the side of the beast's esophagus, rapidly slowing him until he was near the bottom; as it dragged along, a torrent of greasy blackish red liquid spilled out in gallons, splattering everywhere. Pushing the wall, his bladed left the sheet of muscle, and he dropped onto the top of a long, yellow machine. It appeared to be hollow, and was carried by odd looking wheels. Guts dropped down and looked inside the carriage; its occupants had left some time ago, leaving behind only a few dull red stains. As he looked around, he saw this area was like a huge pit, crowded with boats and crafts, ones that appeared to be from different eras. All were rotted, as if they'd been there for some time. Guts resisted the urge to gag as a wet, pungent stench filled his nostrils. "Oh, thank the Emperor! A human! Listen, you gotta help me!" a voice cried out. Looking behind him, a man in skull-decorated armor approached, bleeding as he stumbled from the wreckage of some leviathan craft. "Listen, you gotta... gotta...." he moaned, stumbling and tripping into a green puddle. He began screaming in pain and flailing around, his skin turning red as chunks of flesh turned to paste and fell from his body. His face was only a skull with one eye partially melted as he reached a single, dissolving hand towards the black swordsman, then fell to the ground, as the man became silent. Forever. Guts knelt by the body, examining it as it dissolved. "Stomach, huh." he said, standing back up. Guts walked between crafts, and began to explore this new territory.

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"What, like this?" Guts asked, experimentally tapping on the chest piece. The harness whirred, and with a flash of electricity, his entire form was ripped apart on a molecular level and whisked away in a torrent of energy and despair.

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"I don't care about money. Use your magic or whatever it is, wizard." Guts said, wrapping his cloak around himself. This place was cold. His feet hurt. He wondered what Griffith was doing. Probably God Hand stuff. He took a deep breath. He hoped that the boat would at least be done sailing.

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How can Adam do any advising if he's running away from his ex for literally all eternity? Why does the omniscient God need an adviser in the first place? If Adam's buddy with God, why doesn't God just make Lilith stop?

Return to the Multiverse

Uh..gonna assume my upgrades are approved? Been waiting on that before I get to posting..

@grandsword

Just assume they are and continue. Kal's been mostly absent; if he doesn't get it together we'll have to run the game ourselves at this rate.

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"A peasant with a house... he'd have straw or scrap wood, I'd imagine." Guts said, trying to remember any slums he'd seen. "And resurrection? Resurrection is impossible, plain and simple. If it were, I imagine I'd have heard a rumor by this point." "And trolls..." Guts said, remembering the time he'd had to fight a large bunch. They were nasty beats. "They're these big, hairy guys with oversized noses that smell like garbage, feces, and smegma. Use simple weapons, like cudgels and spears. They attack in packs, and kidnap and rape women to breed. I can't remember what they eat. Mostly meat, I guess." Guts shrugged. At least they were fun to cut loose with.