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This isn't working out: Part 2

Good God....

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The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@POOHEAD189 That sounds more like escaping a situation, you already have an advantage by confusing them with squirell form

Blades of the Blood Coast

Emmaline pulled herself to her feet fighting back tears. Her entire body was filthy and sore, sheened with a residue of days of sweat and dust kicked up by the wagon wheels. She still wore the prisoners smock she had been given after her arrest, the ragged tatters she had been captured in not able serve as any decent clothing. Fine blonde hair, which she was accustomed to wearing in long curls, hung lank and listless, greasy with its own oils. At least she was finally free, she though as she turned the key and her cuff fell away to reveal chafed red rings on her pale arms.

I told you this wasn't the end.

The voice had a triumphant ring to it as it echoed in the silences of her mind. It was getting easier not to flinch when the voice spoke to her. That didn't mean that it got any less unpleasant. Since the cursed ritual it had spoken to her, sometimes awake and other times in her dreams. What worried her most was that she was starting to forget her dreams, but she had the distinctly unpleasant impression that the voice was speaking to her subconscious when she, the conscious Emmaline was no longer present. It worried her, but it didn't have nearly the deleterious effect on her morale as being filthy, tired, and feeling like her rump had been pounded up through her spine.

"Shut up," Emmaline muttered to the voice. She wasn't completely certain it heard her, though it was possible it did and merely didn't deign to respond to her. A problem for another time, she was in enough trouble without getting caught talking to herself. She had been lucky to avoid being burned at the stake, but the priests had pronounced her clean of corruption. That obviously wasn't true, but it wasn't as though she had been motivated to declare that she was hearing voices.

She looked around the empty wilderness that seemed to stretch in all directions. Gods only knew how far they were from any major settlement. How far they were from a bath, more to the point. This was a strange land, where she knew no one. Being alone without allies was a terrifying thought for any criminal. She glanced around at the other prisoners.

"I am Emmaline," she announced in what she hoped was an even voice.

"I suppose if we follow the road we will eventually reach... somewhere?"

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

*Ponders what I should have Caber do*

@POOHEAD189

Well it looks like you and your friends are about to get stomped to death by these Hunters so if that was your plan then well done!

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

When I run one shots I normally allow people to start with one corruption move, they are all so cool.

Hopefully I will be able to get some posts up here in a little bit, in kind of a creative doldrum atm

In This Fine Town Of Arkham - A Lovecraftian Mystery

@psych0pomp@Prosaic

Opportunity arched a sculpted eyebrow at the sudden appearance of even more potential passengers. A wide grin tugged at her lips, the habitual expression of someone who was thrilled with life rather than in reaction to any specific stimulus. One of the men was powerfully built although age had begun to soften his hard lines, the other was slender and freckled, with a touch of the aesthete to him. She pushed the door open with one foot but made no move to disembark to lower the stairs.

"Well it might be a bit of a squeeze, but I'm game if you are," she told the partygoers.

"Come one, come all, on the express coach to Wilde Hall," she intoned as though reading poetry before the dean of Cambridge and guesturing theatrically with her hand for them to embark.

There's Always a Price: Sci Fi Bounty Hunters

The wind howled past Jocasta, whipping her hair out behind her like the pennon of a lance as the VEC tore through the hot slightly irradiated air. The six skimmers were bearing down on them out of the sunset, brilliant white bolts of energy lancing down to blast the landscape into long streaks of fused glass and shattered rock. They weren't millitary models but they were armed, and had obviously been souped up to the characteristic efficiency of those who had a lot of time on their hands and a belief in the talismanic machismo of fast speeders. Each of the six speeders raised a long rooster tail of dust, stretching back to the horizon like the back blast of a surface to surface missle. Dirk wrenched the controls hard enough that Jocasta was flung bruising against the doorframe. Years of training in zero-g prevented her from being thrown overboard as she looped one of the restraint harnesses around her arm. More las fire streaked past, close enough that she could taste the ionization in the air as a sharp ozone tang.

Ahead of them a vast outcropping of boulders rose like a half finished mesa. Dirk was angling the VEC toward it, using the angle of intersection to screen them from enemy fire for a few seconds. After that though they would be in the open for long lethal seconds. Jocasta blinked through the menus of her implants, routing instructions through her network.

"If you are going to do something, now is the time," Dirk said in a stony voice. He probably expected her to leap up and open fire. A tactic which, while cinematic, was unlikely to bring down six skimmers without a hell of a lot more ordinance than she currently possessed.

"I am doing something," Jocasta replied without amplifying the statement with an explanation that would take her attention away from the task she was performing. The VEC howled into the shadow of the boulders, banking hard and throwing up a tornado of grit as the grav plates thrust hard against the sand and rock, bouncing them away like a bowling ball caroming off a bumper. The stream of laser fire died away for a few moments as they were obscured from view and then the first three skimmers howled around behind them. The lead skimmer exploded as though struck by an invisible cannon ball. Its front engine cowling deformed like a slow motion image of a bullet striking armor plating, compressing the powercells until they ruptured in a shower of blue white electrical flame. The nose dipped as it lost power, tapping a rock and shredding the whole front section of the craft in a shower of debris. It cartwheeled across the desert at several hundred miles an hour, alternatingly striking the ground with nose and tail and spraying pieces, both mechanical and biological in all direction. One of the other skimmers veered sideways into a boulder and detonated in a sooty red fireball that blossomed around the rocky outcrop like a breaking wave. The other, catching a piece of fender across its starboard engine, dropped, tapped the ground and then shattered away in a cartwheel that ended in a terminal but unspectacular wreck amid the dunes to their left, little more than smoking metal and shimmering heat haze.

"Halfway there," Jocasta remarked, as her optics changed the status of one of her recon drones to 'non-responsive'. Rather an economical description for having been kamizazied into the front of an enemy skimmer. The drone had only weighed a hand full of kilos but a combined impact of over four hundred kilometers an hour, it had been as effective as a rocket might have been.

"This still leaves us with three to worry about," Jocasta remarked, as though that basic math might have escaped her new taciturn bussiness partner. She pulled her little snub pistol from her purse and checked the load, eyes twitching furiously as she fed commands into her net.

"Which might be a little trickier..."

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@rush99999

Every time our corruption tracker fills up, not every instance of corruption.

Blades of the Blood Coast

Emmaline Von Morganstern

Emmaline Von Morganstern

Human | 23 | Female

Appearance

Of medium height with bright yellow blonde hair Emmaline is the picture of Andrean womanhood. Statuesque, with pale blue eyes and a dimpled smile, she has an open face which gives the onlooker the impression that she hasn't a brain in her head.

Personality

Emmaline is friendly and lighthearted, so long as that suits her. The somewhat flighty exterior conceals her deep self absorbtion and hedonistic self indulgence. She is clever and inciteful but fundamentally too lazy to put in the work that would allow her to capitalize on her (well concealed) virtues.

Background

• Swindler
• Acolyte
• Middle class, though she passes herself off as upper class. Emmaline's father was a potter and her mother a milliner. They raised their pretty daughter with the hopes of marrying her into the lower aristocracy, so she does have a smattering of class.

History (Optional)

Raised to make an advantageous marriage Emmaline rebelled against her parent's early on and fled to the dangerous streets of the city. Once there she rapidly fell in with underworld element. She worked as a dancer and actress before being taken under the wing of a notorious con-artist who used her charms to pull confidence scams and to case the homes of rich admirers.

During one of these cons Emmaline became involved with a particularly debauched nobleman who dabbled in black magic. Believing it to be a bunch of simple tricks and nonsense Emmaline went ahead with the con. It was a red flag when she found herself naked and tied in an arcane circle, but it was rather too late at that point. The nobleman, the Black Count, wanted to use Emmaline as a sacrifice in a ritual. She was drugged with wine infused with dark magics, and as she struggled to get free, watching the knife come down a voice sounded in her head. Emmaline had never heard of Zagonath the Whisperer, but when he spoke to her she used the words he provided, striking her captor dead. Unfortunately Zagonath was less forth coming on how to escape from her bonds, and she was still bound up when the guards broke down the door and arrested everyone in the house.

Despite her protestation of innocence, the Temple Court found that Emmaline had been touched by dark magic. It was also clear that it had been involuntary, and after weeks of debate a compromise was struck. Rather than being burned she sent into exile with nothing but the clothes on her back. Actually they had to provide the clothes, but the metaphor stands.

Reason for Exile
Passing false coins, petty theft, fraud, prostitution, consorting with ye olde powers of darkness.

Motivation
Safety. Emmaline is fundamentally fearful and seeking some kind of sanctuary. Through her own foolishness she dabbled in dark powers that she doesn't understand or know how to control. Having spent her entire life in Andraad, she now finds herself in exile and alone.

Capabilities

Attributes
Combat

Intelligence

• Literacy

Charisma

• Charm
• Deception
• Seduction

Health

Faculties

Agility

• Pick pocket
• Sneak

Mysticism 4/4]

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Sorcery....

Equipment

You will leave this blank, since you are a prisoner.

Money

For simplicity's sake, we're doing 3 types of coinage. Royals (Gold), Lordlings (Silver), and Commons (Copper). They each measure 20 of the previous coinage. 20 Lordlings makes a Royal and 20 Commons makes a Lordling. You have no money as of yet.

Languages

You know one language. If you added Linguistics as a stat, you can speak an extra language beyond your native tongue.

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Character Relationships

Your characters have only known one another for the week it has taken to move your wagon through the Inner Kingdoms, with only a marginal time to speak. This is where you put your initial thoughts of each character, and you edit these as their opinions change. This also includes the Merc NPC.

Faeril Skywatcher

Grumpy Scary Dwarf - Seems willing to wait till the earth cracks open before making a decision

Reyvadin Ismirala Vaegir

Some kind of a ranger, seems alot like the nobles who used to cheat on their wives while whining about their honor

Lorcan

Lorcan can turn into a tree. Like literally a tree.

Migi Blackbarrow

I like Migi, she is small and adoreable and has more balls than any of the men combined

Radek Granton

Radek messed up my spell, but I didn't get killed so that was a good thing