@Double Capybara Crystal, not glass. =w= and the flower was just sort of a name that a hard and fast rule.
What kind of crystal? Is it...quartz crystal?
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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
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What kind of crystal? Is it...quartz crystal?
@Muttonhawk Question; resistant against plasma or just fire? And what do you define as Abberant?
Well, their shell is essentially well-aligned porcelain, laid on real thick. As for plasma, it depends on what kind of plasma you're talking about. I assume you're talking about nitrogen/oxygen plasma coming out in a straight stream from a realta's arm or something, seeing as that's what Galbar's atmosphere is probably made from. If you, say, scaled up an oxy-acetyline torch as an analogue for temperature, that'd take at least a few minutes to do damage to a slab of porcelain. It's probably not going to do enough damage to a white giant to disable it before it closes the distance on land. That said, plasma jets retain their energy a lot better in space than in air.
Of course, I think it was implied on the realta character sheet that their plasma jets can work as a jetpack, so I don't know how much difference it makes. As well, more physics-minded people probably have a better idea on how the realta plasma affects clay than I do.
As for aberrant, that's just the word I used on the spot here. On the white giant character sheet, it says that any lifeform that wasn't created with Slough's or Toun's power involved is a target for them.
Rovaick? That's a clobberin'. (Those marked by Sularn's vow excepted).
Ashlings? That's a clobberin'.
Fibrelings? That's a clobberin'.
Elementals disguise themselves as forces of nature and mess with the giant's senses, so they aren't detected. Contrivances have been made for other life forms as well. Something as big, hot, and angry as a realta, however? Oh, you better believe that's a clobberin'.
You know, I just realised that Toun already has something on the ground that is going to be a great help against Logos' invasion for a number of reasons.
I mean, this situation does seem to call for an unbreathing armoured brute that is covered in a particularly heat resistant material and attacks aberrant life on sight.
Though, he perhaps should've given them wings.
On that note, hey [@artistfolkonthisRP], what kind of bribes persuasion would you guys like to draw a white giant?
I mean, this situation does seem to call for an unbreathing armoured brute that is covered in a particularly heat resistant material and attacks aberrant life on sight.
Though, he perhaps should've given them wings.
On that note, hey [@artistfolkonthisRP], what kind of bribes persuasion would you guys like to draw a white giant?
Great. Logos invented fast acting asbestosis.
Fendros offered no resistance to Ahnasha except a somewhat awkward look of surprise.
Once the pack was loaded on, there was a few moments of pause before Janius spoke up again. "Well, are we all read-"
A ratcheting metallic rip sounded out as Sabine tugged on the lever with all her body weight. It turned with little resistance once she had moved it a short way. The feeling of the lift platform suddenly jolting made everyone bend their knees slightly to keep balance. Whether the lift still worked properly would be known in the next instant.
While looking at his target, Gallus nodded his head to one side. "Well, if you learned to do that, no one could even try to claim that you're not pulling weight, heh." Gallus grinned and tossed his second knife again. He stood up straight with a hand on his hip to face Peiter properly. "Have you spoken to Sabine about it? Or one of the clan mages? I would be willing to bet that they could do a demonstration for you or something."
Gallus held up his third knife in one hand. "I just say this because you might find it helpful to see a goal you want to work towards. Inspiration, if you will." He flipped the knife in the air, catching it without trouble. "It's probably not quite comparable to something as big as magic, but I didn't know that I wanted to throw knives with any skill until I saw someone else do it. Now I take these things onto the battlefield." Gallus chuckled.
Once the pack was loaded on, there was a few moments of pause before Janius spoke up again. "Well, are we all read-"
A ratcheting metallic rip sounded out as Sabine tugged on the lever with all her body weight. It turned with little resistance once she had moved it a short way. The feeling of the lift platform suddenly jolting made everyone bend their knees slightly to keep balance. Whether the lift still worked properly would be known in the next instant.
While looking at his target, Gallus nodded his head to one side. "Well, if you learned to do that, no one could even try to claim that you're not pulling weight, heh." Gallus grinned and tossed his second knife again. He stood up straight with a hand on his hip to face Peiter properly. "Have you spoken to Sabine about it? Or one of the clan mages? I would be willing to bet that they could do a demonstration for you or something."
Gallus held up his third knife in one hand. "I just say this because you might find it helpful to see a goal you want to work towards. Inspiration, if you will." He flipped the knife in the air, catching it without trouble. "It's probably not quite comparable to something as big as magic, but I didn't know that I wanted to throw knives with any skill until I saw someone else do it. Now I take these things onto the battlefield." Gallus chuckled.
Janius crossed his arms and let out a sigh through nose. The uncomfortable silence that took over amongst the uncomfortable shuffling of the warband made him look around at everyone and start tapping his foot.
The one that ended up showing them all some courage was Sabine. She stepped out onto the platform without giving anyone so much as a glance. It was only once she reached the lever that she looked back at everyone with an expectant look.
The silence was turned into a stunned one, but at least the platform seemed stable. Fendros began to speak, "Uh...Sabine, are you sure you want to be...?"
"It will work," Sabine interrupted.
Janius' impatience finally emerged. "Alright, it's no use worrying. This place's machines are far from dilapidated, anyway," Janius said as he stepped out until he was next to Sabine. "Will we go on our own, or does anyone else feel like joining us."
Fendros was not so enthusiastic. He looked to Ahnasha with one eyebrow raised. He needed some encouragement.
Gallus had paused, both to listen to Peiter and to wait for him to throw knives. Halfway through his response, he stepped up to the tree to retrieve the knives again. By the time Peiter was finished, Gallus was ready to throw again, but he instead gestured with the knife that he held by the blade in his right hand, expressing his words in reply. "If you really want to defend yourself, that's fine, but you don't need to specialise in that if you don't want to be fighting."
Gallus turned, raised his knife to aim, and threw. He took the next knife and gesticulated similarly to before, tilting his head and waving the handle in circles. "It's sounding like you want to help others with your magic. Healing, enchanting, growing plants...I'm sure that there's plenty to choose from." Gallus straightened his head and brightened his smile. "Is there anything...in particular that you'd like to be able to do? A task? Something you've seen before or...or imagined?"
The one that ended up showing them all some courage was Sabine. She stepped out onto the platform without giving anyone so much as a glance. It was only once she reached the lever that she looked back at everyone with an expectant look.
The silence was turned into a stunned one, but at least the platform seemed stable. Fendros began to speak, "Uh...Sabine, are you sure you want to be...?"
"It will work," Sabine interrupted.
Janius' impatience finally emerged. "Alright, it's no use worrying. This place's machines are far from dilapidated, anyway," Janius said as he stepped out until he was next to Sabine. "Will we go on our own, or does anyone else feel like joining us."
Fendros was not so enthusiastic. He looked to Ahnasha with one eyebrow raised. He needed some encouragement.
Gallus had paused, both to listen to Peiter and to wait for him to throw knives. Halfway through his response, he stepped up to the tree to retrieve the knives again. By the time Peiter was finished, Gallus was ready to throw again, but he instead gestured with the knife that he held by the blade in his right hand, expressing his words in reply. "If you really want to defend yourself, that's fine, but you don't need to specialise in that if you don't want to be fighting."
Gallus turned, raised his knife to aim, and threw. He took the next knife and gesticulated similarly to before, tilting his head and waving the handle in circles. "It's sounding like you want to help others with your magic. Healing, enchanting, growing plants...I'm sure that there's plenty to choose from." Gallus straightened his head and brightened his smile. "Is there anything...in particular that you'd like to be able to do? A task? Something you've seen before or...or imagined?"
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I just had an idea.
What if, after taking sweetheart as a drug for long enough, your heart turns into a sweetheart larva and begins growing inside of you?
What if, after taking sweetheart as a drug for long enough, your heart turns into a sweetheart larva and begins growing inside of you?
The spinning blades that sprung from the ground earlier on had put the front line of the warband in two minds regarding the lift in front of them. On one hand, the trap worked after however many hundreds of years since the dwemer disappeared, so the lift was likely to be as reliable. On the other hand, it might kill them anyway.
Fendros itched at the back of his head as he looked at the stone platform. "Is there some way to test it without being on it?"
With more confidence, Janius pointed to a lever in the centre of the platform. "I'm guessing that's what makes it go. We could try it with a rope if someone doesn't mind walking on the thing."
The silence that followed didn't fill Janius with certainty. "I mean, I could do it, but..." He came to a realisation and looked to Meesei. "You can levitate, right alpha?"
"Hey," Gallus responded with gruff objection. He took Peiter's shoulder with one gloved hand. "Don't go putting yourself down like that. The truth is that everyone understands that one arm is going to set you back. Despite that, you're still helping out. When you go ahead and put forth the effort, especially when you've got a handicap like this, people notice. It's appreciated." He smiled and let go to step back. He turned to the tree again.
"As for learning magic, that'll be great for you, I think." Gallus tossed another knife with just as much accuracy as before. "It'll keep you busy and focussed." Another knife knocked into the tree. Gallus turned his smiling head back to Peiter again. "But, whatever you end up doing, I'll be here to help you however I can. If there's anything you need, anything at all, don't be afraid to ask."
After pausing to throw his last knife again, Gallus spoke up again. "So, about magic. What do you think you'd like to do with it? I don't know much about it, but I know that people tend to specialise."
Fendros itched at the back of his head as he looked at the stone platform. "Is there some way to test it without being on it?"
With more confidence, Janius pointed to a lever in the centre of the platform. "I'm guessing that's what makes it go. We could try it with a rope if someone doesn't mind walking on the thing."
The silence that followed didn't fill Janius with certainty. "I mean, I could do it, but..." He came to a realisation and looked to Meesei. "You can levitate, right alpha?"
"Hey," Gallus responded with gruff objection. He took Peiter's shoulder with one gloved hand. "Don't go putting yourself down like that. The truth is that everyone understands that one arm is going to set you back. Despite that, you're still helping out. When you go ahead and put forth the effort, especially when you've got a handicap like this, people notice. It's appreciated." He smiled and let go to step back. He turned to the tree again.
"As for learning magic, that'll be great for you, I think." Gallus tossed another knife with just as much accuracy as before. "It'll keep you busy and focussed." Another knife knocked into the tree. Gallus turned his smiling head back to Peiter again. "But, whatever you end up doing, I'll be here to help you however I can. If there's anything you need, anything at all, don't be afraid to ask."
After pausing to throw his last knife again, Gallus spoke up again. "So, about magic. What do you think you'd like to do with it? I don't know much about it, but I know that people tend to specialise."
I could beat the dead horse a little further on their hearts theme.
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