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Current GM of World of Light. When it comes to writing, there's nothing I love more than imagination, engagement, and commitment. I'm always open to talk, suggestion, criticism, and collaboration. While I try to be as obliging, helpful, and courteous as possible, I have very little sympathy for ghosts, and anyone who'd like to string me along. Straightforwardness is all I ask for.
Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.
Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.
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Expect my next tomorrow morning. Apologies for the delay.
Though we are never going to use it if posting doesn't occur.
Must be a heck of a reply you're working on, Bak.
We seem to have a lot of spies.
I was also thinking about our three Sheikah. If the Sheikah race is near extinct, yet three of them are involved in the events of this RP, there's a good chance they're somewhat related or at least know each other, right?
I was also thinking about our three Sheikah. If the Sheikah race is near extinct, yet three of them are involved in the events of this RP, there's a good chance they're somewhat related or at least know each other, right?
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A Bag of Holding could be related to shadow magic. 'Specially with the Twili's little "Dimension Door" turn into pixels and teleport power thingy. Besides, Mila doesn't know that. All he told her was that he can do enchantments.
I called it 'Dark Travel'. There's no indication in the games that Dark Travel can link between dimensions, only places in the same dimension. I also limited my Twili's use of Dark Travel to only when he is in his natural, full-bodied form, which is near-impossible in the World of Light. That's just me, though.
Very nice!
Enter a little internal conflict, at the most inconvenient time. Clearly Murphy's Law exists on Elysium too. Not that Clotho could have actually tapped into the hivemind present among her troops; she'll be limited to issuing verbal commands like a standard despot for the foreseeable future.
Any guesses from Bbeast or Cyclone who the voice might belong to?
Any guesses from Bbeast or Cyclone who the voice might belong to?
Defying those obvious associations makes for interesting characters. An elite knight with a bad attitude who is secretly corrupt, thus justifying everyone hating him? Seen it. A good guy with good intentions who still manages to piss off everyone he encounters and, by extension, is helping to protect, thus making internal conflicts? That I can get behind.
Also, I'm going to need you to post as Lethe before I can, Baklava. I'm assuming you're already in the process of doing so, but you broke your pattern of doing a double post from different perspectives so I am less than sure.
Also, I'm going to need you to post as Lethe before I can, Baklava. I'm assuming you're already in the process of doing so, but you broke your pattern of doing a double post from different perspectives so I am less than sure.
Though the Compound of Eyes provided images of events miles away in real time, it still took Clotho a few precious moments to realize thing were going awry. By now the Biomancer's Guild, near empty and built more for lavish comfort than defensive fortitude, had crumbled as the ground beneath it became a sinkhole. Those who had destroyed it, however, had remained unseen as Clotho had hoped, assuring her that the remainder of the operation would go as smoothly.
Thus, she didn't immediately register her plan falling apart. Rather than a simple foundation, the barracks of the city guard had several underground floors. Without the raw materials to make bricks or concrete in the jungle, the people of Virens had evidently chosen to build downward rather than upward. When the platoon of Antlions and its imp handlers breached the walls of the third, then, and encountered the men-at-arms within, they were unsure of what to do. The imps were dumbfounded and hesitant, terrified of fighting but equally scared of the prospect of failure. Aggressive and mindless, the Antlions fell back to their primary, instinctual strategy: charge.
“No!” Clotho slammed her fist into the wall as the first Macula's receptor went dark. The last thing it had seen was an iron spearpoint accelerating quickly. “Wretched worms!” Her furious words went unheeded; the Compound of Eyes relayed information one way only, and even then only sight—not sound. After this initial outburst, the Swarm Keeper quickly regained her taciturn composure. With no way to relay her commands over the distance that separated her and her floundering troops, the only hope left was the possibility of taking more direct control. The dull, savage, diminutive psyches of her creatures had been designed to function as a hivemind, coordinating offense and defense alike between each species using their own signals and impulses. Such phenomena were common in nature, and like the hiveminds of ants and bees, hers had a queen. Clotho abandoned the Compound of Eyes and darted to her Heart, praising her own foresight to situate the Compound and her sanctum so closely. Once inside the folds of her cocoon, she attempted to reach out telepathically to her Antlions fighting in the barracks of Virens. Like a spider on its web, she dimly felt the reverberations of their activity echoed upon her own psyche, and attempted to send out her own vibrations in return. The entire process was difficult and experimental, but Clotho bent her full consciousness to the task. The pressure mounted; within her cocoon, she twisted and writhed, trying desperately to make the connection...
Fool
In a flash, all of Clotho's focus washed away. Her eyes snapped open, and her pent-up energy burst her cocoon into shreds while the entire chamber echoed with her shriek. “No! The hivemind was within my grasp!”
Wrong
The voice spoke from within her mind, but was more masculine, guttural and sinister. Another aspect lay beneath all of that: great age. “Who is this? How am I hearing you in my thoughts?”
All you are is because of me
Clotho breathed steadily, slowing her pulse to normal levels. Confusion and anger threatened to overtake her, but if she succumbed to either, all would be lost. “I'll deal with you later,” she resolutely addressed the empty room, which was silent but for the smooth, quiet slither of the fiber strands of her Heart weaving themselves back together to reform the cocoon she had sundered. Dismissing the whole hivemind-tether theory as a failure, most likely not even possibly in the first place, she returned in haste to the Compound of Eyes.
She arrived just in time to witness the final moments of the battle in the barracks through the dying eye of the last remaining Macula. Outnumbered and severely intellectually outmatched, the Antlions had fallen under waves of guardsmen. Their husks lay strewn about the room, leaking vital fluids from dozens of wounds. In defeat everything looked remarkable similar; stone-faced men standing still in the torchlight, gazing at the unmoving corpses of their monstrous foes. Only two figures stood out to Clotho. One was plainly the new captain of the guard, adorned in extravagant armor stained with the guts of Antlions. The other, a slender, short-haired blonde adorned in traveler's cloak and wielding a curved longsword, was totally new to her. Though Clotho couldn't hear the woman speak as she approached the Macula, blade extended, she could read her lips well enough. A great evil is watching our city through these vile eyes, she was declaring to the guardsmen. We must prepare ourselves to face this threat. The woman made a swift cut with the tip of her sword, and the receptor went dark.
Clotho crossed her arms and thought for several minutes about what had just transpired. Defeat for her operation in Virens, the need for proper leadership in all future endeavors, the voice in her head, and this mysterious human female. “It seems,” she said at last, speaking to the empty Compound, “That Virens has a hero.”
Compendium Entry
Fury – the Kindling of Vengeance and one of the three Apocrypha of Elysium. Primarily called Eris Contiello. A human who presided over the gladiatorial Sand Pits of Anicetus as its administrator now traveling Elysium to discover her true purpose. Stocky, red of hair, stubborn, and strong of will, she remains somewhat dubious of the tale of the Horsemen, despite the best efforts of her 'brothers'. Wields the Sadist's Lash, a length of rope infused with her magic to become a spiked whip capable of tearing flesh from bone with ease.
Thus, she didn't immediately register her plan falling apart. Rather than a simple foundation, the barracks of the city guard had several underground floors. Without the raw materials to make bricks or concrete in the jungle, the people of Virens had evidently chosen to build downward rather than upward. When the platoon of Antlions and its imp handlers breached the walls of the third, then, and encountered the men-at-arms within, they were unsure of what to do. The imps were dumbfounded and hesitant, terrified of fighting but equally scared of the prospect of failure. Aggressive and mindless, the Antlions fell back to their primary, instinctual strategy: charge.
“No!” Clotho slammed her fist into the wall as the first Macula's receptor went dark. The last thing it had seen was an iron spearpoint accelerating quickly. “Wretched worms!” Her furious words went unheeded; the Compound of Eyes relayed information one way only, and even then only sight—not sound. After this initial outburst, the Swarm Keeper quickly regained her taciturn composure. With no way to relay her commands over the distance that separated her and her floundering troops, the only hope left was the possibility of taking more direct control. The dull, savage, diminutive psyches of her creatures had been designed to function as a hivemind, coordinating offense and defense alike between each species using their own signals and impulses. Such phenomena were common in nature, and like the hiveminds of ants and bees, hers had a queen. Clotho abandoned the Compound of Eyes and darted to her Heart, praising her own foresight to situate the Compound and her sanctum so closely. Once inside the folds of her cocoon, she attempted to reach out telepathically to her Antlions fighting in the barracks of Virens. Like a spider on its web, she dimly felt the reverberations of their activity echoed upon her own psyche, and attempted to send out her own vibrations in return. The entire process was difficult and experimental, but Clotho bent her full consciousness to the task. The pressure mounted; within her cocoon, she twisted and writhed, trying desperately to make the connection...
Fool
In a flash, all of Clotho's focus washed away. Her eyes snapped open, and her pent-up energy burst her cocoon into shreds while the entire chamber echoed with her shriek. “No! The hivemind was within my grasp!”
Wrong
The voice spoke from within her mind, but was more masculine, guttural and sinister. Another aspect lay beneath all of that: great age. “Who is this? How am I hearing you in my thoughts?”
All you are is because of me
Clotho breathed steadily, slowing her pulse to normal levels. Confusion and anger threatened to overtake her, but if she succumbed to either, all would be lost. “I'll deal with you later,” she resolutely addressed the empty room, which was silent but for the smooth, quiet slither of the fiber strands of her Heart weaving themselves back together to reform the cocoon she had sundered. Dismissing the whole hivemind-tether theory as a failure, most likely not even possibly in the first place, she returned in haste to the Compound of Eyes.
She arrived just in time to witness the final moments of the battle in the barracks through the dying eye of the last remaining Macula. Outnumbered and severely intellectually outmatched, the Antlions had fallen under waves of guardsmen. Their husks lay strewn about the room, leaking vital fluids from dozens of wounds. In defeat everything looked remarkable similar; stone-faced men standing still in the torchlight, gazing at the unmoving corpses of their monstrous foes. Only two figures stood out to Clotho. One was plainly the new captain of the guard, adorned in extravagant armor stained with the guts of Antlions. The other, a slender, short-haired blonde adorned in traveler's cloak and wielding a curved longsword, was totally new to her. Though Clotho couldn't hear the woman speak as she approached the Macula, blade extended, she could read her lips well enough. A great evil is watching our city through these vile eyes, she was declaring to the guardsmen. We must prepare ourselves to face this threat. The woman made a swift cut with the tip of her sword, and the receptor went dark.
Clotho crossed her arms and thought for several minutes about what had just transpired. Defeat for her operation in Virens, the need for proper leadership in all future endeavors, the voice in her head, and this mysterious human female. “It seems,” she said at last, speaking to the empty Compound, “That Virens has a hero.”
Compendium Entry
Fury – the Kindling of Vengeance and one of the three Apocrypha of Elysium. Primarily called Eris Contiello. A human who presided over the gladiatorial Sand Pits of Anicetus as its administrator now traveling Elysium to discover her true purpose. Stocky, red of hair, stubborn, and strong of will, she remains somewhat dubious of the tale of the Horsemen, despite the best efforts of her 'brothers'. Wields the Sadist's Lash, a length of rope infused with her magic to become a spiked whip capable of tearing flesh from bone with ease.
Much appreciated! I'll be all too happy to play off of others aside from the GM when the opportunity arises. Personally, I'm fine with Veitaru heading over to the graveyard. Where else is an antisocial quasi-criminal bored of laying atop a windmill going to go?
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