By the bye, would there be a required minimum of participants for the role-play to begin?
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Although his sluggish mind was, even in these conditions, disinclined to be moved to any emotion worthy of the attribute "strong", or, for that matter, even "middling", Old N was not entirely pleased with the pre-Columbian barbarian bellowing at him to stand up. Needless to say, there was no command which repelled him less than that one - well, perhaps with the exception of "wake up", which was arguably even worse for being the first sound he usually heard before being dragged from his repose. To the brute's credit, however, he had readily provided an alternative, sparing the demon the effort of thinking of one himself regardless of what he was told, which somewhat evened his image in Old N's murky view. Clicking his mandibles together to bolster his motivation, he abruptly brought the best part of his weight to bear on the pinned guards' legs by sliding closer yet to the floor, resulting in audible dry snaps and a pair or pained yelps from somewhere above him.
Having thus ensured that these two would not bother him any longer once he turned away, or, at least, that their mobility would be somewhat reduced, the demon began to move towards where he presumed the centre of the hall was. However, while lowering his head even further to incapacitate the guards, he had not considered what implications this would have for his subsequent course of action; namely, he now found himself actually leaning forward too deeply to even appear parallel to the floor. This meant that, were he not to stand up, he would not have been able to walk without scraping the soil with what (barely) passed as his face. Unless...
So great was Old N's reluctance to straighten himself out, especially after having been told to do so by someone else, that inspiration - or "awareness of himself and his surroundings", however one wished to spell it - suddenly flared up within him, filling his intellect with a wondrous idea. Instead of raising himself to an erect position, the demon actually bent lower yet, until his lesser forearms were close enough to the ground for him to rest upon. Then, scuttling much as a non-fiendish crab would, he rotated away from his previous position and towards his supposed goal, only to find himself looking at a large pair of feet.
With a heroic effort of will, Old N compelled himself to throw a rapid glance upwards, briefly glimpsing the grim countenance of what was presumably the warden of the place, and the one who had previously knocked him away from the door. Although he normally would have required at least five minutes to figure out how he should act in such a position, the thirst for revenge at having been cast down from a comparatively comfortable spot, combined with the presence of the two savages (not that it was quite so reassuring, but at least he could reasonably expect some support while facing this fellow), lent Old N sufficient confidence to act immediately. His first step in further approaching his inner(?) crab was thus to snap at the feet before him with his pincers, which were larger and altogether rather more menacing than those encountered by careless swimmers on mundane beaches.
Having thus ensured that these two would not bother him any longer once he turned away, or, at least, that their mobility would be somewhat reduced, the demon began to move towards where he presumed the centre of the hall was. However, while lowering his head even further to incapacitate the guards, he had not considered what implications this would have for his subsequent course of action; namely, he now found himself actually leaning forward too deeply to even appear parallel to the floor. This meant that, were he not to stand up, he would not have been able to walk without scraping the soil with what (barely) passed as his face. Unless...
So great was Old N's reluctance to straighten himself out, especially after having been told to do so by someone else, that inspiration - or "awareness of himself and his surroundings", however one wished to spell it - suddenly flared up within him, filling his intellect with a wondrous idea. Instead of raising himself to an erect position, the demon actually bent lower yet, until his lesser forearms were close enough to the ground for him to rest upon. Then, scuttling much as a non-fiendish crab would, he rotated away from his previous position and towards his supposed goal, only to find himself looking at a large pair of feet.
With a heroic effort of will, Old N compelled himself to throw a rapid glance upwards, briefly glimpsing the grim countenance of what was presumably the warden of the place, and the one who had previously knocked him away from the door. Although he normally would have required at least five minutes to figure out how he should act in such a position, the thirst for revenge at having been cast down from a comparatively comfortable spot, combined with the presence of the two savages (not that it was quite so reassuring, but at least he could reasonably expect some support while facing this fellow), lent Old N sufficient confidence to act immediately. His first step in further approaching his inner(?) crab was thus to snap at the feet before him with his pincers, which were larger and altogether rather more menacing than those encountered by careless swimmers on mundane beaches.
I am still here. Concerning the pace, I believe it might just be the season - Christmas is approaching, after all, and I have observed many role-plays growing slower in conjunction.
Here is the aforementioned friend. Concerning the game, we are more partial to VtM, and already possess the related books and sheets alike.
I do have some questions besides - is there any limit on how many characters a single player may use (apologies if this was already spelled out on the opening post and I failed to understand it)? And would there be any restrictions on character creation - say, only certain Clans, or no characters following a Path of Enlightenment, being allowed?
I do have some questions besides - is there any limit on how many characters a single player may use (apologies if this was already spelled out on the opening post and I failed to understand it)? And would there be any restrictions on character creation - say, only certain Clans, or no characters following a Path of Enlightenment, being allowed?
I suppose I shall wait for some of the others to join the battle before intervening - after all, I was among the last to post before it began. Besides, unexpectedly appearing during conflicts seems to be becoming a habit of mine.
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All too soon, someone began to pound on the door which Old N had so diligently blockaded. The crustacean demon grunted in frustration. The overwhelming majority of the inhabitants of Hell tended to be a combination of some very undesirable traits - they were faster than him, gregarious and inexplicably prone to becoming frenziedly devoted to whatever activity was at hand, which usually was "running up to the crab and pestering him". The fact they were so weak and fragile was of little solace; mobs of these things, be they demon or damned, actually required more of an effort to dispatch than single, robust enemies. And now, such a mob had apparently begun to besiege his back. However, their meagre efforts were insufficient to dislodge the massive creature from where it sat, much to the latter's contentment. As long as they did not find a manner to circumvent him, he could remain comparatively at ease, which was all he had to concern himself with for the moment...
However, Old N's tranquillity was not destined to last, and the sound of heavy footsteps soon began to resound through the corridors behind the door. Someone large and very angry was approaching, and Old N was not at all pleased with his conjectures as to who this might be. He braced himself for as brutal an impact as he could imagine as the door was torn from its hinges, but even such precautions were woefully insufficient to withstand the brutal push which, had he been lighter, would probably have sent him flying across the front room. But being covered in a ponderous carapace had its advantages, and Old N was "merely" knocked to the ground, the cracked table lying over him as some sort of overly stiff blanket. Behind him, the guards, as eager to please their master as they were to avoid the fate of their now-headless comrade (which were essentially one and the same thing), rushed forward to neutralise him.
Fortunately, their excess of zeal did not combine well with the fact there was only one doorway for them to pass through, the result of this concourse of circumstance being that they remained lodged in the frame, frantically attempting to extricate themselves before Nefas pushed them through as well, most likely without a few limbs. This gave Old N some time to react. Bending his main arms backwards, the demon seized hold of the table, and slammed it into the floor before himself, splintering off what remained of its front legs. He then hurled the mangled implement over himself and, presumably, into the door, with a crunching sound followed by moans of pain confirming that it had struck its target, delaying the assailants for at least some moments.
Now, there remained the matter of getting up - something Old N found difficult even in normal circumstances. Within him, some atavistic heaviness prevented him from putting as much effort as necessary into the motion, even in such dire straits as these. Instead, his intellect, sharpened by necessity, devised an alternative course of action. Slightly lifting himself upon his multiple limbs, the demon spun about, scuttling like some sort of overgrown woodlouse, to face the door, from which the somewhat crushed guards had managed to remove the once again obstructing table. Then, summoning his anger at not being left to sit in peace until everything was finished, Old N charged forward, firmly forcing his foes back with his thick external skull and snapping at their legs with his pincers, while their blows harmlessly, though irritatingly, rattled off his armoured back. Advantageous as it was, this position was decidedly uncomfortable, and Old N hoped the others would soon be done with whatever they had come here to - ah, yes, freeing this "Betty", and relieve him from his function of battering crab.
However, Old N's tranquillity was not destined to last, and the sound of heavy footsteps soon began to resound through the corridors behind the door. Someone large and very angry was approaching, and Old N was not at all pleased with his conjectures as to who this might be. He braced himself for as brutal an impact as he could imagine as the door was torn from its hinges, but even such precautions were woefully insufficient to withstand the brutal push which, had he been lighter, would probably have sent him flying across the front room. But being covered in a ponderous carapace had its advantages, and Old N was "merely" knocked to the ground, the cracked table lying over him as some sort of overly stiff blanket. Behind him, the guards, as eager to please their master as they were to avoid the fate of their now-headless comrade (which were essentially one and the same thing), rushed forward to neutralise him.
Fortunately, their excess of zeal did not combine well with the fact there was only one doorway for them to pass through, the result of this concourse of circumstance being that they remained lodged in the frame, frantically attempting to extricate themselves before Nefas pushed them through as well, most likely without a few limbs. This gave Old N some time to react. Bending his main arms backwards, the demon seized hold of the table, and slammed it into the floor before himself, splintering off what remained of its front legs. He then hurled the mangled implement over himself and, presumably, into the door, with a crunching sound followed by moans of pain confirming that it had struck its target, delaying the assailants for at least some moments.
Now, there remained the matter of getting up - something Old N found difficult even in normal circumstances. Within him, some atavistic heaviness prevented him from putting as much effort as necessary into the motion, even in such dire straits as these. Instead, his intellect, sharpened by necessity, devised an alternative course of action. Slightly lifting himself upon his multiple limbs, the demon spun about, scuttling like some sort of overgrown woodlouse, to face the door, from which the somewhat crushed guards had managed to remove the once again obstructing table. Then, summoning his anger at not being left to sit in peace until everything was finished, Old N charged forward, firmly forcing his foes back with his thick external skull and snapping at their legs with his pincers, while their blows harmlessly, though irritatingly, rattled off his armoured back. Advantageous as it was, this position was decidedly uncomfortable, and Old N hoped the others would soon be done with whatever they had come here to - ah, yes, freeing this "Betty", and relieve him from his function of battering crab.
Rebooting the story? I'm getting a deja vu of poor Spider man...
Do you mean the true and original Spider-Man, or that bland, uninspired imitation whom everyone seems to inexplicably recognise despite him not even resembling a spider?
@KRIEEEG
As far as the one and only Spider's abilities go, his current spells amount to what are essentially a weaker version of Insect Plague and a permanent Charm Monster with a very long casting time and specific requirements. He has the potential to learn more, but that depends on what lost grimoires and such he finds in his adventures, if any.
As for the plot, anything will do. If Spider-Man can survive the rest of his team, there is nothing in the wide world he cannot face confidently (from behind Thrik).
I, for one, am still here, yes.
No reboot has ever bested me yet. I am still here.
@Ozerath
The overall situation is, indeed, essentially as it has been outlined above. The Unity Accords were formed by members of the Outer Alliance after the war was finished, whereas the Mandate comprises those Golgotha who have remained loyal to their old ideology. As such, the two factions (a rather broad term in the case of the Accords) are overtly hostile to each other in a Cold War-like fashion, with both either unable or unwilling to engage in direct conflict by this point, presumably due to the Mandate being weakened and the Accords being too fragmentary to act jointly.
The overall situation is, indeed, essentially as it has been outlined above. The Unity Accords were formed by members of the Outer Alliance after the war was finished, whereas the Mandate comprises those Golgotha who have remained loyal to their old ideology. As such, the two factions (a rather broad term in the case of the Accords) are overtly hostile to each other in a Cold War-like fashion, with both either unable or unwilling to engage in direct conflict by this point, presumably due to the Mandate being weakened and the Accords being too fragmentary to act jointly.
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