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@MelonHead Post up tomorrow, sorry for the delay. Didn't expect to have to train two new girls at work.
It had been, what, three months? Maybe four since he had woken up in a hospital bed on an alien planet, two since he'd learned their language. Only a couple weeks since he'd left them for greater vistas and to find some kind of purpose in life.
He'd only the memory of the past couple months in his memory, everything else was a blur. It was almost as though he was born an adult, thrown into existence only to experience confusion. At least that's how it seemed, it was event after event with him.
A woman on a train who had shot him in the chest, which was nice.
Suffocating in space and waking up in a hospital bed, which was nice.
And then an engagement with an evil space empire's scout ship.
Which was nice.
They had demanded he disarm and allow them to board his ship. Somehow their polite request wasn't convincing enough to make him disarm, and there was a short lived dogfight that ended in the pair of them crashing on a nearby planet. It was lucky that it had a breathable atmosphere, otherwise he'd have much worse problems than repairing his ship.
After waking up in the wreckage of his ship, Dunnaman crawled out and found that the crew of the other ship didn't survive. It was convenient, because he passed out again and didn't awaken for another few hours. Night had fallen when his eyes finally opened again, he was exhausted and pretty badly bruised up. Passing out isn't particularly restful, so he was just as tired as ever.
Though he was tired, he was worried about starvation and dehydration. These are things that he really didn't want to deal with, especially while stranded on a planet that he wasn't native to. Dunnaman began work on pulling his ship out of the crater, grumbling and muttering to himself about how he always has to put up some some dumb incident.
It would be a terrible inconvenience to suddenly find out that this planet has unfriendly native life, even worse if there was unfriendly non-native life. The thought of another ship was terrifying, and he began nervously working at twice the pace, sweat pouring from his brow and down his face.
What a terrible day.
He'd only the memory of the past couple months in his memory, everything else was a blur. It was almost as though he was born an adult, thrown into existence only to experience confusion. At least that's how it seemed, it was event after event with him.
A woman on a train who had shot him in the chest, which was nice.
Suffocating in space and waking up in a hospital bed, which was nice.
And then an engagement with an evil space empire's scout ship.
Which was nice.
They had demanded he disarm and allow them to board his ship. Somehow their polite request wasn't convincing enough to make him disarm, and there was a short lived dogfight that ended in the pair of them crashing on a nearby planet. It was lucky that it had a breathable atmosphere, otherwise he'd have much worse problems than repairing his ship.
After waking up in the wreckage of his ship, Dunnaman crawled out and found that the crew of the other ship didn't survive. It was convenient, because he passed out again and didn't awaken for another few hours. Night had fallen when his eyes finally opened again, he was exhausted and pretty badly bruised up. Passing out isn't particularly restful, so he was just as tired as ever.
Though he was tired, he was worried about starvation and dehydration. These are things that he really didn't want to deal with, especially while stranded on a planet that he wasn't native to. Dunnaman began work on pulling his ship out of the crater, grumbling and muttering to himself about how he always has to put up some some dumb incident.
It would be a terrible inconvenience to suddenly find out that this planet has unfriendly native life, even worse if there was unfriendly non-native life. The thought of another ship was terrifying, and he began nervously working at twice the pace, sweat pouring from his brow and down his face.
What a terrible day.
@Rilla I dunno, I've tried to jump ship a few times but every time I step into the water I realize how cozy the ship is, so I always wind up coming back.
@Divinity Long as it lakes literary sense I have no problem with it.
@Divinity I've got the portrait of The Baron almost finished, by the way. This is the first picture drawn of him in almost three years.
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During my thinking I also realized that before his recent rework that most Shards didn't exist as entities. So I had to come up with what happens to them, and I figured that:
Cell Shards: Are parasitic to the host body of the Shard they're inside, they feed on the psychic energy of the host so they don't need the Divine directly. But once they are singularly separated they nearly instantly die.
(Cell shards form the red-black cloud that is controlled by all Shards.)
Richter Shards: Become primal and brainless, they cannot think for themselves and effectively become loping monsters that consume flesh in a vain attempt to fend off psychic starvation. They lose the ability to control Cell Shards, and that is what inevitably becomes their demise, as the Cells feed on them until the Richter cannot sustain body functions. Richters gradually lose physical durability over a long period of time, and cannot heal from wounds.
Baron Shards: Are a balance between Richters and Wanderers. Richters don't consume much psychic energy, Wanderers consume too much. Baron's consume exactly enough energy to be "fuel efficient." They do, however, become intense psychotic sadists. They want the juice straight from the source and will antagonize and torture victims to suck the psychic energy straight from their heads. Their bodies do lose some of their durability instantly, but after the initial wave of body failure they don't collapse in on themselves. Their movements become violent and erratic.
Wanderer Shards: Consume an immense amount of psychic energy, their size and composition is so dense and massive that without a constant stream of psychic energy, they cannot sustain it. Their bodies erupt in plumes of smoke and their flesh breaks away from their body, their bones break and their minds are flooded with an unbearable pain. Their last moments are spent in total agony and they leave behind an unbelievable mess.
During my thinking I also realized that before his recent rework that most Shards didn't exist as entities. So I had to come up with what happens to them, and I figured that:
Cell Shards: Are parasitic to the host body of the Shard they're inside, they feed on the psychic energy of the host so they don't need the Divine directly. But once they are singularly separated they nearly instantly die.
(Cell shards form the red-black cloud that is controlled by all Shards.)
Richter Shards: Become primal and brainless, they cannot think for themselves and effectively become loping monsters that consume flesh in a vain attempt to fend off psychic starvation. They lose the ability to control Cell Shards, and that is what inevitably becomes their demise, as the Cells feed on them until the Richter cannot sustain body functions. Richters gradually lose physical durability over a long period of time, and cannot heal from wounds.
Baron Shards: Are a balance between Richters and Wanderers. Richters don't consume much psychic energy, Wanderers consume too much. Baron's consume exactly enough energy to be "fuel efficient." They do, however, become intense psychotic sadists. They want the juice straight from the source and will antagonize and torture victims to suck the psychic energy straight from their heads. Their bodies do lose some of their durability instantly, but after the initial wave of body failure they don't collapse in on themselves. Their movements become violent and erratic.
Wanderer Shards: Consume an immense amount of psychic energy, their size and composition is so dense and massive that without a constant stream of psychic energy, they cannot sustain it. Their bodies erupt in plumes of smoke and their flesh breaks away from their body, their bones break and their minds are flooded with an unbearable pain. Their last moments are spent in total agony and they leave behind an unbelievable mess.
With no large scale response, and the only reaction to the arrival of The Baron was screaming in fear, a slight tinge of disappointment bubbled deep in the core of the planetary Divine. Normal people would mount an armed response, and normalcy was what kept Wrath going. Fear and loathing are normal emotions, with a shove in one direction they become hatred and violence.
But no, only a few souls dared to look upon him with contempt. None moreso than one particular man who spoke distant words of dimensions. What did a mortal know of dimension? Obviously not much. How could he? It's not like their mind can comprehend higher dimensional knowledge.
But suddenly, the unthinkable happened. No, literally unthinkable. As the bubble looped over the world The Baron stood upon and The Wanderer roared over, a line was cut. A line that had never been cut before.
The connection was severed, and two vicious howls echoed across the world of Corban. One from the Wanderer who began crumbling instantly, its body required far too much energy to function properly. It thrashed and wailed as it lost its ability to fly, slamming to the ground with enough force to level a city. Wherever it landed was no more, a crater formed beneath its bulk as it squealed in agony. Like a million screeching swine it thrashed itself into oblivion in a grave that it had dug itself. Metal flakes of skin shunted off of a much bulkier skeletal structure until the goliath was no more.
But The Baron, yes it still stood atop the tower.
Glaring down at Corban from its advantageous position, its skin cracked slightly. Almost like leather that had dried out in the desert sun, its skin folded and wrinkled but did not burst so violently as The Wanderer. Instead, its visage filled with malicious intent. If you can imagine a being whose face is almost entirely mouth curling into a half-scowl half-sneer. Its teeth tore away from its lips as they parted, the skin flaked off, exposing the dark red gums and silver toned teeth to the air. Bloodless wounds formed all across its mouth, the weakest of his lips fell away with loud and heavy thumps.
Beyond the veil formed by Corban and his strange magics, the Divine wondered how a Baron functioned away from the body. It hadn't once happened before, and it had caught Wrath off guard. This was certainly an upstart, and while he could concievably re-open the doorway in a narrow window of time. Reconnect to his Baron and return to the normalcy of every day, he would instead wait and record what happened after a period of time.
It might help him to improve the functionality of his Shards.
As we return our perspective to The Baron, it watched with an almost visible hatred oozing from its every orifice. It watched as energy flowed from the warrior below, and his body pulsed with agony. Pain was beyond a Shard, but to a Wayward Fragment, that seems not to be the case. Its body clenched and tensed as it loomed, like an empty stomach that demanded food or threatened death.
In its pain, its rage, its agony, it gained a certain clarity. It saw a world wholly separate from its host, and it knew that it could force them to feed it. The Baron, no, Baron. Just Baron.
Baron shifted its weight forward and let its right leg grip the side of the building. Its left leg slid down the wall and his whole body lurched towards the ground. Though its weight was colossal, it clung to the wall like a spider. It descended rapidly, decimating the structure of the building, fragments of concrete were launched from its feet as it flew down. It took a few moments before it reached the bottom with a crash and an explosion of debris, sending shards of glass and concrete in every direction. A cloud of dust rose around the giant's body, and it was visibly obscured for a moment. As the dust settled, a new cloud had formed around Baron's form.
A black and red cloud that seemed to screech the same as twisted and scraping metal. It cloaked but didn't totally blind his image from the warrior, it danced across his body and chewed through the cloth that draped around his body, the cloud tore it away from his shoulder and it drooped down between its legs. Like a loincloth, it hung there as the only form of clothing on the great beast.
More flesh had torn away from the goliath, and it had formed mirrored patterns across its shoulders and torso. Lighter red flesh beneath the blackish red exterior, resembling tribal tattoos of some sort. It spoke for the first time since its mind had formed on its own, remnants of Wrath were there but this was not Wrath.
For the first time, Baron spoke its own will.
A voice as grating as gravel and deep as the ocean emanated from the mouth of the abominable titan, malice and contempt in every word. "You, boy. You've given me freedom, no matter how temporary. I thank you for this, and in return, I shall give you the greatest gift I may afford."
It lunged forward like an animal, its forelimbs extended forward and to the ground to catch itself as it moved into a second lunge, closing the distance between them at a considerable pace. Stopping just short of the warrior, it finished its vocal thought. "A quick death."
But no, only a few souls dared to look upon him with contempt. None moreso than one particular man who spoke distant words of dimensions. What did a mortal know of dimension? Obviously not much. How could he? It's not like their mind can comprehend higher dimensional knowledge.
But suddenly, the unthinkable happened. No, literally unthinkable. As the bubble looped over the world The Baron stood upon and The Wanderer roared over, a line was cut. A line that had never been cut before.
The connection was severed, and two vicious howls echoed across the world of Corban. One from the Wanderer who began crumbling instantly, its body required far too much energy to function properly. It thrashed and wailed as it lost its ability to fly, slamming to the ground with enough force to level a city. Wherever it landed was no more, a crater formed beneath its bulk as it squealed in agony. Like a million screeching swine it thrashed itself into oblivion in a grave that it had dug itself. Metal flakes of skin shunted off of a much bulkier skeletal structure until the goliath was no more.
But The Baron, yes it still stood atop the tower.
Glaring down at Corban from its advantageous position, its skin cracked slightly. Almost like leather that had dried out in the desert sun, its skin folded and wrinkled but did not burst so violently as The Wanderer. Instead, its visage filled with malicious intent. If you can imagine a being whose face is almost entirely mouth curling into a half-scowl half-sneer. Its teeth tore away from its lips as they parted, the skin flaked off, exposing the dark red gums and silver toned teeth to the air. Bloodless wounds formed all across its mouth, the weakest of his lips fell away with loud and heavy thumps.
Beyond the veil formed by Corban and his strange magics, the Divine wondered how a Baron functioned away from the body. It hadn't once happened before, and it had caught Wrath off guard. This was certainly an upstart, and while he could concievably re-open the doorway in a narrow window of time. Reconnect to his Baron and return to the normalcy of every day, he would instead wait and record what happened after a period of time.
It might help him to improve the functionality of his Shards.
As we return our perspective to The Baron, it watched with an almost visible hatred oozing from its every orifice. It watched as energy flowed from the warrior below, and his body pulsed with agony. Pain was beyond a Shard, but to a Wayward Fragment, that seems not to be the case. Its body clenched and tensed as it loomed, like an empty stomach that demanded food or threatened death.
In its pain, its rage, its agony, it gained a certain clarity. It saw a world wholly separate from its host, and it knew that it could force them to feed it. The Baron, no, Baron. Just Baron.
Baron shifted its weight forward and let its right leg grip the side of the building. Its left leg slid down the wall and his whole body lurched towards the ground. Though its weight was colossal, it clung to the wall like a spider. It descended rapidly, decimating the structure of the building, fragments of concrete were launched from its feet as it flew down. It took a few moments before it reached the bottom with a crash and an explosion of debris, sending shards of glass and concrete in every direction. A cloud of dust rose around the giant's body, and it was visibly obscured for a moment. As the dust settled, a new cloud had formed around Baron's form.
A black and red cloud that seemed to screech the same as twisted and scraping metal. It cloaked but didn't totally blind his image from the warrior, it danced across his body and chewed through the cloth that draped around his body, the cloud tore it away from his shoulder and it drooped down between its legs. Like a loincloth, it hung there as the only form of clothing on the great beast.
More flesh had torn away from the goliath, and it had formed mirrored patterns across its shoulders and torso. Lighter red flesh beneath the blackish red exterior, resembling tribal tattoos of some sort. It spoke for the first time since its mind had formed on its own, remnants of Wrath were there but this was not Wrath.
For the first time, Baron spoke its own will.
A voice as grating as gravel and deep as the ocean emanated from the mouth of the abominable titan, malice and contempt in every word. "You, boy. You've given me freedom, no matter how temporary. I thank you for this, and in return, I shall give you the greatest gift I may afford."
It lunged forward like an animal, its forelimbs extended forward and to the ground to catch itself as it moved into a second lunge, closing the distance between them at a considerable pace. Stopping just short of the warrior, it finished its vocal thought. "A quick death."
@Divinity
Alright two things have kept me from posting.
A: I'm so fucking busy and when I'm not I'm tired all the time.
B: You did something that nobody has ever done in a Roleplay with The Baron. You've segregated him from Wrath. Which has never happened before.
You see, each shard of Divine is an organism that feeds on the psychic energy from their respective Divine. A Baron has never been segregated and it's pretty much something I've never had to think about.
So I've had to create a whole new personality and effects on the body of a Baron. This has been a good thought exercise. And once I get home I'll post.
Alright two things have kept me from posting.
A: I'm so fucking busy and when I'm not I'm tired all the time.
B: You did something that nobody has ever done in a Roleplay with The Baron. You've segregated him from Wrath. Which has never happened before.
You see, each shard of Divine is an organism that feeds on the psychic energy from their respective Divine. A Baron has never been segregated and it's pretty much something I've never had to think about.
So I've had to create a whole new personality and effects on the body of a Baron. This has been a good thought exercise. And once I get home I'll post.
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