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Forever and ever, amen
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Calling out from Scatman's world
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Called into action - by threats that seem harmonized
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Tomorrow comes
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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.
@poog the pig Other than being played by Kho, who is inherently awesome, what makes Vowzra wiser? While his musings are longer, there's a few fallacies in them.
Such I know for a fact that Kho was just cracking fortune cookies open for his characters dialoguem
Isn't it symbolism for Kho himself being the most 'powerful' and 'knowing' of the RPers here, since he is the GM?
The terror of Slough wore off rather quickly. With the marauding goddess gone, as far as the Rottenbone was concerned, all was well in the world. As powerfully as ever, the Deepwood throbbed with life. While Slough rested, fatigued by her unwitting use of godly power, a Deepwood sloth began to sing. Its long, low tones echoed through the trees, filling each branch with a simple but moving tune. A troupe of Slate Apes passed Slough by on their daily journey for fruit, and the youngest of the bunch stopped to watch the deer, fascinated. Slough stared back until the ape’s mother shuffled over to grab it and pull it onto her back, and just like that the troupe was gone. After several minutes, the Rottenbone became aware that a fallen bough only a few feet away from her was in fact a Bushy Arborgator, but the predator paid no attention to the ghoul nearby.
Before too long, Slough started walking. Moving slowly and methodically to ease her pain, she allowed her instincts to guide her –though she had no choice- closer to the center of the forest. Oblivious of what she sought, she loped until she came upon a sunlit patch in the otherwise murky ground. A familiar presence drew her gaze, so she turned her skeletal face toward a lone figure, strange and unearthly in appearance, asleep on the branch of a tree. A few moments passed while she stared before she turned back the way she came. In her wake, however, an azure bluet bloomed, tiny but pretty in the haven of sunlight.
There was no telling how much time passed. To Slough, it might have as well been hours. Nothing interesting happened until a new, weird creature appeared in the Deepwood, one altogether more bizarre than the slimiest Violet Slug or the most vivid Rainbow Silky. Slough paused in her feeding to follow the bulbous, flitting thing with her head. Like a dust mote it ducked and circled, but it appeared to be pink and winged, held up by a process suspiciously like life rather than some errant wind. When it had Slough’s full attention, its array of mouths opened, and in a medium of impulse it communicated to the decaying deer the wishes of the distant All-Beauty. Then it flapped off, and Slough felt it appropriate to honor wishes. Drawn to a point far away, beyond the edges of her vibrant home, she moved at a brisk pace. When she came to the edge of the basin, which by now featured plantlife all its own, she walked into a nearest tree as if it were the most normal thing in the world, and reappeared on a branch hundreds of feet above, a short jump away from the surface. Slough hopped nimbly from the huge branch onto the earth, giving a short cry at the agony of impact, but soon straightened up. Before her stretched an endless and featureless expanse. Grass from the Deepwood had spread out some way, but beyond it and a few scattered trees of thoroughly unremarkable size, nothing interrupted to barren waste.
Then Slough started to run.
Despite her everpresent hurt, she moved with the certain elegance one discerns in a functional natural system, and as she left the grass behind more sprouted beneath her feet. New plants, bulkier, greener, and without leaves, erupted from the soil. The intermediate between tree and cactus, they would colonize the region between the forest Slough left behind and the desert she would encounter on the way to the Fractal Sea. Thorny bushes emerged from the earth, and from between the brambles came new, hardier creatures. Tortoises, scorpions, rabbits, lizards, peccaries, and more dotted the scrubland. The power of life beat mightily in Slough as her own heart, but for now no true might eked from the essence of life she left behind. A rather unsatisfactory scrubland took hold, but in time nature would resurge and create an expansive habitat all its own. Even now, though, unique forms of life took hold. Fleet-footed Manglers raced across the savannah-to-be like blurs, hunting Pearskin Cattle and avoiding gargantuan Brush Beasts, from whom Toun might take notes on the concept of ‘giant’.
As Slough advanced, her influence waned. Less life energy poured from her, and by the time the climate became too hot and arid to sustain the same kind of ecosystem as that she left behind, her power was spent. Nevertheless, the Rottenbone trekked on through the sandy waste, compelled by her own wild volition to seek the Fractal Sea. The desert through which she traveled offered only one thing of interest: a six-armed being of porcelain white. Slough went around it.
-Slough happened upon the sleeping avatar of Ull’Yang, and a tiny flower grew to commemorate the meeting -The freaky message creature from Jvan arrived and did its thing, and Slough began on her quest. -On the way to the Fractal Sea, Slough unwittingly seeded a barren land into a scrubland, which will develop into a proper and awesome Savannah, worthy of its own name and creation sheet, once she gets Might -She encountered one of Toun’s giants in the desert beyond the scrubland and went around it. -Slough is about 3/5 of the way to the Fractal Sea.
Even a good-natured person isn't liable to be all sunshine and rainbows when some random stranger pushes a good friend into the ground in a decidedly non-accidental fashion.
Should I wait for Frettzo's next post before Slough responds to Jvan? I'm excited to visit the oceans and show those plankton some real life.
<Snipped quote by Vec>
No one, other than Lugu, mentioned ants either T-T it's all about the citadel, 'ooh, Zeph is amazing, he has a citadel', 'oooohhh, Tek is a real stud, look at the citadel he built'. But flashes of light and ants? Not a word...
Lack of acknowledgment is the cruel fate of the life-creators. We are bound in our fascinating but fruitless endeavor.
Her attention torn between her friends and the Games, Fleo paid the best attention she could to Ariel but did not think it necessary to reply. Only when the other woman stumbled forward did she jump into action, but Fleo acted too late to prevent Ariel’s fall. Wincing, she reached out to do what she could to help her guildmate to her feet, though she did most of the work on her own. Only in afterthought did Fleo remember that there must be a culprit responsible for the mishap. She furrowed her brow and turned as Ariel flamed up. ”What was that for, and why are you even here? Go screw with your own guild if you can’t act like a normal person.” That said, she cast a wary eye at Ariel. By now, she knew that orange equated to aggressive. ”No need to get too worked up over some random jerk, though.” Crossing her arms, Fleo waited to see if this girl would attempt to defend herself. Several months in Phoenix Wing had gotten her acquainted with overly-defensive mages.
The smile of the Genie did not waver even as he fell under the petty and purposeless assault of the smarmy prick he’d so rudely tried to be nice to. Anger smoldered within him, but not a trace of it escaped onto his cheery countenance. No random edgelord with a big mouth could bring him down so easily. ”Ah! No wonder you’re alone. Nyeheheh!” While having made up his mind to leave, Nero imagined that further exposure to his dulcet tones might aggravate this nasty customer, and so wasted no time in continuing. He looked out at the battle, leaning on the rail. ”Yeesh! Wizards are such jokes nowadays, yeah? Always showing off, or on asinine quests for power, when somethin’ as simple and impassionate as a gun –or a curse- could wipe out nearly any wizard under the sun. No doubt you’re as disillusioned as I, to be possessed of such a uniquely revoltin’ attitude. What’s your tragic backstory, I wonder? Lost family, for certain. Can’t be edgy without it. Man, how awful!...heehee. Good thing a sad story’s a perfect excuse to be a stinkin’ scumbag to everyone ya meet, otherwise ya might-a gotten…hurt.”
“Well, since you’ve got it all figured out, I won’t trouble ya much longer. No doubt you’re pleased to have driven another person away: another to add to the long lost. Adieu, adieu!” Nero executed a mocking bow. It always pleased him to make new acquaintances. He span around to head to his seat, his back totally exposed to Ferrin. Yet his smirk did not fade. Hoping that Ferrin might try something, he willed that a Law of Retrogression would befall the first poor soul to try and hit him.
Hmm...stars falling. Good idea. But back up your words before they carry weight. =P Then again, this could all be hypothetical. You could chose not to have Nero show off his magic, and both walk away with no knowlage of the other.
And by hesitaint, I mean hesitaint to act. (Ie hesitate to start the fight) But once he commits, he goes all the way. (Basically, once the fight is started, gloves are off.)
Nah, he's not going to show off, especially with his gril watching.
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.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">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.<br><br>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.</div>
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