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9 yrs ago
When you marathon Rick & Morty S2 and expected laughs but the ending just slaps you in the face...
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10 yrs ago
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@Wildman13 Sounds good to me. No need to let your named characters die.

@Legion02 I've not forgotten about you. Do you want me to post something, or do you want to do anything with the Pirates who escaped the blockade before I make my move?


Nah I'll post something of more substance soon. Sorry for my inactivity. I was out for a week without internet but now I'm back. I'll try and catch up with it all!
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Relica Surface
High-Temple of the Seeder-Gods, High-Prophet Office
13:08 Relica Central Time

Xanathor sat easy in his chair as the marines barged into his office. Reckoning would be at hand. Whatever happened, he would not bow for the governor. But instead of the governor, Militiantus came inside. Xanathor did try to get up, for defying such a man would surely mean a much greater insult. But then the man let him sit. Almost as if he did not care for the whole situation.

Filled was such a heavy word. It was certainly not so bad. But getting two fleets stationed within orbit surely was an issue. Xanathor sensed that they served a different purpose. A blockade?

Xanathor observed the images. It was far from quiet, far from calm. He had hoped that his Shadowstalkers would have kept themselves and the others at bay. But alas, when tanks are stationed at the monastery, a battle would unfold obviously. Secretly it pleased Xanathor. These humans were utterly crushed by the Geomancers. The old order had lost none of its robust strength. Yet he faked a troubled sight as he watched the video unfold.

"You misunderstand." Xanathor began his defense. "Why would I acknowledge there fanatics? These zealots that believe the old can return?" he countered at the human. "They are not Relicants. They are but... relics. Memories of a distant time that will soon vanish." he tried to assure the man. "As for steps taken to apprehend them, I am afraid that such a task has long since been surrendered to the human authorities. our own officials do what they can. But it was by human decree that our peace keeping forces were to be cut."

The High-Prophet let out a heavy sigh. Once again, his species had to suffer at the hands of the opressors. Declaring that freedom is the price of security. But Xanathor knew they would get no security. Humans did not care less for Relicants. They only cared for their creations and their knowledge. "You desire a blockade." Xanathor stated. "I hope you will understand the consequences that come from this."
Relica Surface
Heiseria flatlands, the Amber Expanse
14:09 Relica Central Time

The field had long since been abandoned. The farmers either fled the place or died tending the fields. Either way, the wild wheat had grown higher than Relicants ever could be. In fact, it grew even higher than humans could ever hope to be. Through the field untouched for ages, a small group of Relicants moved. Looking around to avoid detection. The EOM forces in orbit would find them sooner rather than later. But before that happened, they had to reach their destination.

Which was a clearing near a lake. Near the shore an Angel-class corvette landed. Before it a small group of rugged looking Relicants stood. Boasting scars and some even fresh wounds. They were far from the elegant, small creatures on Relica. But they were Relicant either way. "Captain Oborus." The Voidwalker leading the group of Geomancers greeted. Keeping a careful distance from the pirates. The captain, a female Relicant with quite a few scars but no fresh wounds stood in the middle. She stood more decorated than her crew and above all else, she held the shoulder-pads of an actual captain. Oborus was formed Relicant Navy.

"I'm happy you received my signal." the Shadowstalker continued in his altered voice. "I have a proposal for you. We know that you only have a handful of tide casters at your command. They are the only reason why you're still alive. But you lack the strength to deliver meaningful and powerful strikes."

"That's strong coming from a grounded whelp. You ruin two tanks and they've stationed 2 fleets in the orbit. Piracy was nice and easy if you bunch didn't throw those humans off the cliffs. Now I need to hide more than I can fight. So tell me, why shouldn't I fly up right this damn second?"

"Because, if you disliked us so much that you wouldn't want to work together, you wouldn't be here." the Shadowstalker stated. Oborus raised an eyebrow but then did gave him a small nod. "Again, you lack the killing power. The rebellion on Relica will survive. But the times of piracy are counted in this system. But if they must station 2 fleets here-"

"Those 2 fleets must be taken away from somewhere else..." Oborus finished off. "You're not talking about hitting the blockade. You sneaky bastards." For a moment, Oborus remained silent, thinking about the proposal. "I will take a few bands of these Geomancers. But they will be under my direct command."

"How do we know we can trust you will use them to the advantage of the rebellion, and not just to the enjoyment of your own pirate ventures?" Asked the shadowstalker, already anticipating the answer.

"You don't. But trust this, I hate those humans a lot more than most Relicants. They slaughtered the fleet, Shadow. They killed my admiral, murdered my colleagues and massacred crew under my command. They'll pay for all of this. Don't worry."

A few minutes later the Angel-class Corvette began it's lift-off. The tide casters hid the ship in the watervapor of the lake. The scanners would be confused, thrown off. Sooner rather than later the EOM would know that something got past their blockade and they'd send scout crafts. But in the end, it would all be too late. The Relicant rebellion had made a gamble. Now they had to hope it would pay off.
Voting for A and ready to take up the responsibilities.
Here's my shot:


Looks interesting.
Alexis Farreacher


Location: Cedar Ash Inn
Interacting with: Callie Lenson@Caits, James Burke and Sombra Burke@Vicier

A wolf. A genuine, real wolf. That’s what Sombra was. The flashing eyes would have scared most and even Alexis could feel a small, cold shiver run down her spine. But There was so much more. Excitement. She hadn’t seen a werewolf yet. Not in flesh and bone at least. But there was something about Sombra. Something extreme. Something more than most people had. Was this how all wolves were? Then the canines sort of appeared behind the lips. For a second Alexis wanted to touch them. But that would’ve been a bit of a weird request. The warlock girl might have been young, buts she wasn’t stupid. She knew Sombra was joking. Sort of. She knew it, but also hoped it. “Well.. I prefer not to find out how hard you bite. I don’t want to be a werewolf.” She said, suddenly realizing that it might sound a little offensive. “Not that being a werewolf is anything bad to be!” Was it?

“What’s the matter with your mom?” asked Alexis. Aren’t parents supposed to love you? Sombra made it sound like her own mother was hunting her! Alexis had her own fights with her parents. But at the end of the day, deep inside, she knew she loved them and they loved her. So she could barely understand how parents could dislike their own children. Their own flesh and blood.

Then Miranda’s name dropped. Realizing she knew the name, her head snapped towards Callie. “Why…Miranda…?” Alexis asked rather confused, taking a step back. She remembered rumors. That her brother felt too big for Klamath. Or worse, that he got in trouble with the police and his mother had to cover up for him. Alexis never cared for the rumors. Why would she? Miranda wasn’t really her friend. “Are you…” But then the similarities came up in James. “You are…” She could barely believe it. How big he looked. And how strong! For a second a flash of jealousy went through Alexis. She wanted to say to Sombra that she got lucky. Very lucky. But she was more surprised to see Miranda’s brother here. And as fate might have it, he was a wolf too. “You’re Miranda’s brother. And a wolf.” The statement was said with a certain amount of surprise. As she had found Callie, now maybe Miranda had found someone for her as well.

“Wait are you two married?”

Cathrine Ezekiel


Location: Road towards Klammath
Interacting with: No-one

The engine was blaring. Air flowed through her long, blonde hair in the sunny early morning. Cathrine had driven through the night. Not because she had too. She didn’t have to do anything. She didn’t have to listen to anyone. If a photographer started to have some artistic meltdown over her coming in late, she’d just leave. What did she care? It had earned her the reputation of being a bit hard to work with. But that wasn’t true at all! Some people just needed to relax a bit.

She drove through the night because she wanted it. She wanted to feel the cooler air flow over her skin and the wind in her hair. She wanted to drive with the moon and stars simply because she could. And above all, she wanted to go fast. She wanted to hear her engine whine and roar, pushing her over the speed limit. How many cops were out at night? Maybe a handful? Besides, if one of the balding, middle-aged men dared to stop her she’d just show her puppy eyes, tell them her papa was dying and they’d leave her off with a ‘warning’. As if she’d even go to her father if he was dying. Well, she would, a week after the burial to literally dance on his grave. He tore away her wings and she’d never forgive him for that.

With the morning sun rising over the horizon, the model saw Klamath Falls in the distance. How beautiful, how calm, how so very boring. It was time someone who could raise a little hell would arrive. Deep down she hoped that an angel lived there. They wouldn’t be too hard to catch. Radiantly beautiful and always so far too good. Well, that made them easy enough. Predictable and easy to manipulate.
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@ClocktowerEchos Brayherd of Khrone! What else could there be!?
@ClocktowerEchos Is playing as a subfaction of Chaos allowed? Or a northern tribe?
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