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My OOC is complete. I will now go outside and enjoy the beautiful sun, until it gets too hot, then scuttle back inside where Horizon Zero Dawn awaits me. Finally, I get to play you!
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Well, actually managed to post just before work. We'll try and get one more round of posting in and timeskip to our next event. Thanks for being patient!
Dmitry watched as the tempo of the battle dramatically shifted. In rapid succession, T.A.C. reinforcements trickled in from all angles, spreading the outlaws thin. Without even giving orders, or communicating amongst each other, they all individually worked to dismantle the outlaws.
It was a marvelous spectacle.
Connor De' Finn, the Ranath fire mage, had disposed of the heavy artillery unit with relative ease. Flanking the main outlaw unit came Allan Phaedrus, whose powerful beast companion charged in tow. They both smashed and pummeled their targets, shattering magical barriers like glass. Then, Dmitry sensed a power influx from the outlaws. A simple sensory spell determined that half of the spells casted had dissipated. Before he could figure out what just occurred, he spotted the downed outlaw mage at the corner of his eye, courtesy of a T.A.C. Cathian. Quallyss the Mad. Dmitry grinned as all of the T.A.C. officers converged to his spot.
"Pleasure to meet all of you! Wish it was under more appropriate circumstances, but-" Another energy flux caught his attention. It was slow rising, and hard to detect, but Dmitry sensed it from an outside source. Then without warning, a large, 2 foot long insect scuttled toward his feet. Dmitry raised his boot in an attempt to squash it, but canceled the notion as he spotted a note attached to its carapace. After quickly surveying it with a scanning spell to make sure it wasn't some kind of trap, he grabbed the note and read it.
Dmitry grinned. The man who had remained in the shadows finally made his play. Judging by the creature, Dmitry recalled the recruitment files. Finn was of the hunter class, and proved, like all whom had arrived, that he was a proficient T.A.C. officer of his craft. He traced the dim energy signature of the rope that was casted. It covered the entire radius of the hangar bay. He looked up and gave a nod to wherever Finn was, then glanced at the T.A.C. officers surrounding him.
"So, uh, what exactly happened? Does anyone need help?"
Kovalev turned to greet a second Cathian, Chuan. His question regarding the whereabouts of their airship brought a chuckle.
"Hell if I know. Probably taking the leisure route. And to answer your question: yes, we can use your help." The Org outlaw and the remaining band of his cronies stood behind cover in the center of the hangar bay.
"At my signal, clean up the stragglers...Allan lead the charge." Dmitry focused, concentrating on the entire length of the rope. Then without warning, the barrier that surrounded him, and everyone else in it, vanished. The ethereal energies spiraling about his mechanical arm burned a bright shade of white. "Now!"
His mechanical hand grasped the rope the insect had in its mandibles. Like wild fire, magic fused with the rope from both ends, following a crackling sound like glass as a blinding light enveloped the hangar bay. However, just as the blinding flash disappeared, along with the enemies magical defenses, an airship came into view. For a moment Dmitry felt a sigh of relief, but upon quick inspection, realized that it was not their airship.
"What the---"
This airship was much smaller. Orange banners flapped in the wind, while mounted speakers all around its hull were blasting a musical orchestra.
"Everyone watch out! It's coming in too hot!" Dmitry warned, prepping a barrier spell. The airship's hull was inches away from their heads and the loud music playing from the speakers rang into Dmitry's ears. As it passed over head, small pieces of paper and string rained down. Confetti? The airship descended past the group, slamming violently into the pack of outlaws; their screams dulled out from the music.
"Wulgoth....reporting."
Dmitry turned around to face a long-haired, org-humas, hands propped onto his waist, with a fanged grin of confidence. He must have jumped off the airship seconds before it crashed.
"Where is the airship?" He asked. Dmitry glanced between Wulgoth and the crash site, then sighed.
"Looooong day indeed..."
It was a marvelous spectacle.
Connor De' Finn, the Ranath fire mage, had disposed of the heavy artillery unit with relative ease. Flanking the main outlaw unit came Allan Phaedrus, whose powerful beast companion charged in tow. They both smashed and pummeled their targets, shattering magical barriers like glass. Then, Dmitry sensed a power influx from the outlaws. A simple sensory spell determined that half of the spells casted had dissipated. Before he could figure out what just occurred, he spotted the downed outlaw mage at the corner of his eye, courtesy of a T.A.C. Cathian. Quallyss the Mad. Dmitry grinned as all of the T.A.C. officers converged to his spot.
"Pleasure to meet all of you! Wish it was under more appropriate circumstances, but-" Another energy flux caught his attention. It was slow rising, and hard to detect, but Dmitry sensed it from an outside source. Then without warning, a large, 2 foot long insect scuttled toward his feet. Dmitry raised his boot in an attempt to squash it, but canceled the notion as he spotted a note attached to its carapace. After quickly surveying it with a scanning spell to make sure it wasn't some kind of trap, he grabbed the note and read it.
This rope is spread around the floor. Use some magical power to try and b use the rope as a medium to discharge their magical effects. I know it won't last, but it will give us a chance to even the odds.
Signed;:
Finn.
Dmitry grinned. The man who had remained in the shadows finally made his play. Judging by the creature, Dmitry recalled the recruitment files. Finn was of the hunter class, and proved, like all whom had arrived, that he was a proficient T.A.C. officer of his craft. He traced the dim energy signature of the rope that was casted. It covered the entire radius of the hangar bay. He looked up and gave a nod to wherever Finn was, then glanced at the T.A.C. officers surrounding him.
"So, uh, what exactly happened? Does anyone need help?"
Kovalev turned to greet a second Cathian, Chuan. His question regarding the whereabouts of their airship brought a chuckle.
"Hell if I know. Probably taking the leisure route. And to answer your question: yes, we can use your help." The Org outlaw and the remaining band of his cronies stood behind cover in the center of the hangar bay.
"At my signal, clean up the stragglers...Allan lead the charge." Dmitry focused, concentrating on the entire length of the rope. Then without warning, the barrier that surrounded him, and everyone else in it, vanished. The ethereal energies spiraling about his mechanical arm burned a bright shade of white. "Now!"
His mechanical hand grasped the rope the insect had in its mandibles. Like wild fire, magic fused with the rope from both ends, following a crackling sound like glass as a blinding light enveloped the hangar bay. However, just as the blinding flash disappeared, along with the enemies magical defenses, an airship came into view. For a moment Dmitry felt a sigh of relief, but upon quick inspection, realized that it was not their airship.
"What the---"
This airship was much smaller. Orange banners flapped in the wind, while mounted speakers all around its hull were blasting a musical orchestra.
"Everyone watch out! It's coming in too hot!" Dmitry warned, prepping a barrier spell. The airship's hull was inches away from their heads and the loud music playing from the speakers rang into Dmitry's ears. As it passed over head, small pieces of paper and string rained down. Confetti? The airship descended past the group, slamming violently into the pack of outlaws; their screams dulled out from the music.
"Wulgoth....reporting."
Dmitry turned around to face a long-haired, org-humas, hands propped onto his waist, with a fanged grin of confidence. He must have jumped off the airship seconds before it crashed.
"Where is the airship?" He asked. Dmitry glanced between Wulgoth and the crash site, then sighed.
"Looooong day indeed..."
Apologies folks, its been a pretty busy week for me. I'll try and get something posted by tonight.
^I know you've been busy so thanks for getting that done. Nice take btw with Henry's origins.
^^ My sincerest condolences Kyelin.
Temujin watched the morning wake from his balcony, mulling over the events that transpired the night before. Ohkar was perched on the railway next to him, and together they embraced silence like two predators calculating the outcome of today's bounty.
"Today, will be an extravagant hunt." He said to Ohkarr, combing his sleek wings that jittered in the cold. "We will see the true potential of our newfound companions..."
Ohkarr squawked quietly, eyes darting between Temujin and the site of two winged avians in the distance. Temujin spotted them sailing around an apartment rooftop a few distances away, and with a simple nod, Ohkarr leapt off the rail. He watched as the bird fell toward the earth, then straightened its wings to arch its way toward the direction of his new prey. Ohkarr did as trained, approaching its victims without trace as he glided smoothly from below. It stalked them; reading their strafing patterns and corrected its course angle until he found an opening.
"Now." Temujin whispered.
Ohkarr saw the opportunity just as his companion did. He engaged his prey at a quickened pace, rolling with the gusts of wind to gain momentum. Before either of his prey could screech, Ohkarr had extended its limbs and crunched vital areas, immediately feasting on his breakfast, mid-air.
"Good."
As Ohkarr made his way back, Temujin noticed something wrapped around one of the legs of the avians. He whistled a distinct shrill that called for Ohkarr to return quicker. As he arrived, Temujin raised his open hand, gesturing for Ohkarr to hand over the bird. Reluctantly, it nabbed at its fleshy neck and dropped it onto his palm. Upon closer inspection, Temujin realized it was a papered note wrapped tightly around its leg with copper wire. He grasped it from its bindings and opened it. Its contents brought a satisfying grin on the Mongol-Kadesan's face.
"Target confirmed."
The plan is set. He chucked the paper down below and walked back into his lodgings. "Close the window..." A muffled voice came from his bed. "It's freezing." Temujin's grin remained as he glanced at the curves of his latest distraction. Her skin ruminated with dark opalescent hues of deep sapphire, contrasting with her bright limestone frizzled hair. He walked over and gently leaned forward, kissing her shoulder. He had, as his people would call it, "flesh-danced" with a variety of women since his arrival on Tryliin --- a result of usual cast off flings from many drunken nights of stupor; but she was different. She had a purpose. She had a part to play.
"We must get ready, my love." Such gentle words were only reserved for those who risked to tame his battle-scarred heart. "today is a new day..."
----
The place of gathering was in worse condition than his own housing. Clearly this part of Oasis was the poorest of its lowtown neighborhoods. He weaved through a sea of homeless drifters that littered the building with ill regard for themselves, and those around them. The smells were pungent, but nothing worth his concern. The sight of these unfortunate individuals did not repulse Temujin, rather, they were a reflection onto himself. He too, is a drifter; a man without a home. The only difference between him and them, he reasoned, was his will to not let that fact destroy him. He had come too far to let that happen.
Temujin eventually found the apartment room. His sensors detected two organic energy signatures, and another oscillating at a more mechanical frequency. He entered through the door without a knock, and matched the helmet analysis with the people in the room, noting the absence of Silus, Elin and her bodyguards. His helmet brought up chemical analysis of the dissipated smoke coming from Kintya's cigarette, and that which she exhaled. "I have a more quality narcotic. Less harmful. More aromatic." Temujin's voice came at a low volume from his helmet speakers. He nodded to the robot, and then to the Kin'eko'chi. Trusting them was still an issue, but their early show of attendance - compared to the rest of the group - at the very least, showed commitment. "So, Kintya... are you ready?" Temujin glanced through the giant opening of the ceiling that exposed the outside air. In a split second, he caught Ohkarr gliding effortlessly above.
"Today, will be an extravagant hunt." He said to Ohkarr, combing his sleek wings that jittered in the cold. "We will see the true potential of our newfound companions..."
Ohkarr squawked quietly, eyes darting between Temujin and the site of two winged avians in the distance. Temujin spotted them sailing around an apartment rooftop a few distances away, and with a simple nod, Ohkarr leapt off the rail. He watched as the bird fell toward the earth, then straightened its wings to arch its way toward the direction of his new prey. Ohkarr did as trained, approaching its victims without trace as he glided smoothly from below. It stalked them; reading their strafing patterns and corrected its course angle until he found an opening.
"Now." Temujin whispered.
Ohkarr saw the opportunity just as his companion did. He engaged his prey at a quickened pace, rolling with the gusts of wind to gain momentum. Before either of his prey could screech, Ohkarr had extended its limbs and crunched vital areas, immediately feasting on his breakfast, mid-air.
"Good."
As Ohkarr made his way back, Temujin noticed something wrapped around one of the legs of the avians. He whistled a distinct shrill that called for Ohkarr to return quicker. As he arrived, Temujin raised his open hand, gesturing for Ohkarr to hand over the bird. Reluctantly, it nabbed at its fleshy neck and dropped it onto his palm. Upon closer inspection, Temujin realized it was a papered note wrapped tightly around its leg with copper wire. He grasped it from its bindings and opened it. Its contents brought a satisfying grin on the Mongol-Kadesan's face.
"Target confirmed."
The plan is set. He chucked the paper down below and walked back into his lodgings. "Close the window..." A muffled voice came from his bed. "It's freezing." Temujin's grin remained as he glanced at the curves of his latest distraction. Her skin ruminated with dark opalescent hues of deep sapphire, contrasting with her bright limestone frizzled hair. He walked over and gently leaned forward, kissing her shoulder. He had, as his people would call it, "flesh-danced" with a variety of women since his arrival on Tryliin --- a result of usual cast off flings from many drunken nights of stupor; but she was different. She had a purpose. She had a part to play.
"We must get ready, my love." Such gentle words were only reserved for those who risked to tame his battle-scarred heart. "today is a new day..."
----
The place of gathering was in worse condition than his own housing. Clearly this part of Oasis was the poorest of its lowtown neighborhoods. He weaved through a sea of homeless drifters that littered the building with ill regard for themselves, and those around them. The smells were pungent, but nothing worth his concern. The sight of these unfortunate individuals did not repulse Temujin, rather, they were a reflection onto himself. He too, is a drifter; a man without a home. The only difference between him and them, he reasoned, was his will to not let that fact destroy him. He had come too far to let that happen.
Temujin eventually found the apartment room. His sensors detected two organic energy signatures, and another oscillating at a more mechanical frequency. He entered through the door without a knock, and matched the helmet analysis with the people in the room, noting the absence of Silus, Elin and her bodyguards. His helmet brought up chemical analysis of the dissipated smoke coming from Kintya's cigarette, and that which she exhaled. "I have a more quality narcotic. Less harmful. More aromatic." Temujin's voice came at a low volume from his helmet speakers. He nodded to the robot, and then to the Kin'eko'chi. Trusting them was still an issue, but their early show of attendance - compared to the rest of the group - at the very least, showed commitment. "So, Kintya... are you ready?" Temujin glanced through the giant opening of the ceiling that exposed the outside air. In a split second, he caught Ohkarr gliding effortlessly above.
I'll likely post after Fell, no later than tomorrow.
Great work so far folks. I'll try and get a Wulgoth post in after Orc ' s sometime today and likely move this story along no later than thursday. So those who haven't posted should do so soon.
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This is a long shot, but it's an idea I've been thinking about for awhile and figured I put it out here.
We'll essentially be a dynamic detective duo, sent by the shogunate to investigate a string of odd occurrences at a village. It could go super paranormal, or psychological thriller (or both).
I'm looking for a high casual to advanced player that is willing to create and share ideas. I emphasize create, because the main idea I have in mind is for each of us to come up with riddles or investigative scenarios that we'll present to each other and solve. Whoever wins each scenario, moves the plot forward.
Example:
You take control of the scene and present a situation that wiil force my character to solve a riddle/scenario. (The detectives approach the temple they've been meaning to investigate, but the entrance doors are guarded by a grumpy buddhist monk who will only allow entry if they solve his riddle/puzzle/game.)
(I PM you my guess answers up to a certain amount of times and if I fail, your character takes over and solves it allowing you to take control of where the story goes next vice versa.)
I'm mainly looking for a female character that will have some sort of relationship with mine. I think if they were more connected emotionally, it would bring out some awesome survival/emotionally driven roller coasters as we dive deeper into our crazy investigation.
We'll essentially be a dynamic detective duo, sent by the shogunate to investigate a string of odd occurrences at a village. It could go super paranormal, or psychological thriller (or both).
I'm looking for a high casual to advanced player that is willing to create and share ideas. I emphasize create, because the main idea I have in mind is for each of us to come up with riddles or investigative scenarios that we'll present to each other and solve. Whoever wins each scenario, moves the plot forward.
Example:
You take control of the scene and present a situation that wiil force my character to solve a riddle/scenario. (The detectives approach the temple they've been meaning to investigate, but the entrance doors are guarded by a grumpy buddhist monk who will only allow entry if they solve his riddle/puzzle/game.)
(I PM you my guess answers up to a certain amount of times and if I fail, your character takes over and solves it allowing you to take control of where the story goes next vice versa.)
I'm mainly looking for a female character that will have some sort of relationship with mine. I think if they were more connected emotionally, it would bring out some awesome survival/emotionally driven roller coasters as we dive deeper into our crazy investigation.
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