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Interstellar Warfare : Yet Another Sci Fi Nation RP

Darkmatter said @terminal no doubt this new idea will be equally obscure :D

Obscure implies a difficulty in discerning.

You will not have any trouble whatsoever finding these. You will see them coming from hundreds of lightyears away, and they are all of them cast in a terrible visage.

Interstellar Warfare : Yet Another Sci Fi Nation RP

Sigma said
So how far into the future are we? Has humanity gone beyond Sol? Earth still around?(I ask because a friend is interested in playing as Earth in such a setting)Also. here's my idea for my faction, tell me what you think, will it be ok with you? Do I need to make some changes? Etc.My faction is a Sentient Planet. Both leader and Homeworld of a race of Space Bugs that function as weapons of it's will. After wiping out it's previous native population in a long war. The planet has grown slowly insane over time. Now it feels that it must now cleanse the galaxy of civilization and technology.

Earth exists if somebody writes for it. It exists when it is written for.

As for your faction idea: Change it up a little, you've already used the Vazri recently. I was sorely tempted to recycle the EOA again, but I'm making something new from scratch.

Interstellar Warfare : Yet Another Sci Fi Nation RP

Only because it's you. Darkmatter.

All That Rises Must Converge.

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

Dinh AaronMk said
Well he doesn't matter much to her. Her android body doesn't metabolize chemicals the same way as non-robots. And frankly I am in a crisis situation on whether or not androids need to eat or not.Assuming they're built to be so much like humans they literally bleed like humans I would think they need calories at least to keep some minor systems functional.And there are a bunch of otherwise benign or inert chemicals that are processed into hard chems anyways. Fruit left to ferment turns into alcohol. The active ingredient in cold medicine can be made into meth. And so one and so on. And given the apparent absence of regulation as exists in this reality I imagine many processed foods are already made with ingredients that can be broken down and turned into Jet or Psycho.

Jet is actually fermented Brahmin dung collected from Brahmin exposed to a particular prewar protein extract compound, and Psycho is actually a military designer drug. So both, ironically, are the hardest drugs to make due to the rarity of their ingredients (you still have the option of making them at chem stations in New Vegas, but those are one-time deals and in-game both are impossible to craft otherwise, so I surmise the primary limitation is ingredient rarity) - once you have either, you can use them to make a whole splash of other things like Turbo or Slasher or Rocket, and those use daily household items. Mostly Turpentine, Abraxo Cleaner, and Laundry Detergent. Sugar Bombs have a hilarious trend of being used in or containing the same active ingredients as the most volatile and dangerous substances in the Fallout universe short of FEV. They increase your AP upon consumption, which is an effect shared with several hard drugs, they can be combined with the 'mostly harmless' radioactive isotope in Nuka Cola Victory, Quartz, or Quantum to get a bit of a bang, and of course Sugar Bombs are in fact the primary and active ingredient in flamer fuel.

Sugar Bombs are the shit. '-'

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

Oh my god, Sweet Gin! No! Don't eat those! D:

Do you KNOW how many different explosives and flamer fuel and poison and chem recipes those things are used in? D:

The Alessian Resurgence

Ormoneric is going to take a trip to the cemetery shack/ "temple" to Arkay in order to see what happened to its old keeper. One figures that if the Allessians have been killing as many Mer as people say, there should be at least one big mass grave where they've been dumping the bodies or burning them.

The Alessian Resurgence

Syndelius said “Given the present societal climate, it could very well occur in twenty years or so,”

"How very odd..." Ormoneric muttered. "I could have sworn we were right on top of one..."

The Preacher said "Ah, we have an enlightened one among us! I hope you can all reach the heights that this man has achieved!"

The old man's head turned inexorably to stare blindly straight into the priest's eyes.

"The depths he has risen to are greater than the heights you have been cast down and smote upon. Strange would it seem, to see what it is that he sees..."

From the priest's standpoint, he might have sworn that the mage's eyes shone with magicka as he felt the weightless grip of a spell clamp onto his being.

"See what it is that I see." Ormoneric said with a complete deadpan. He then turned from the Preacher as quickly as he had originally cast his gaze at him as Quarivier began to speak.

Quarivier said You will be able to get closer to the sites of the murders. We do not know exactly how the Elves are being killed, so your insight is vital to efforts to save them in the future. Being hooded and completely covered, you will draw suspicion, so stick to the shadows. Do not draw attention to yourself.

The madman laughed. "So we are heading to Falkreath! It seems much of our company will not persist past herenow. The place is touched by Arkay, and all the divines, and all of the daedra, and all of the magne ge, and by all of us." He gave the group a sweeping gesture with one of his arms. "It is a place of ends, more than beginnings, and is home to one of the largest cemeteries and barrows in all of Tamriel. Thousands of rows of headstones, creeping with a dusken light that does not die. I shall speak with an old, poor man who came to my shack soon. I will attend to his needs as Arkay wills, but why are they gone? Where have I gone?"

The old man continued to mumble to himself as he turned and began to walk over the hill to approach Falkreath. One advantage he had over the others was, of course, his disarming presence. Apparently entirely unarmed, and the sight of silvery hair was not exactly uncommon in Skyrim - he at least, would not need a disguise. He made his way through the streets, crowded with young men and steely-eyed guards, without any issue. He stopped at a well, where several women were retrieving water.

He did not know quite know whenwhere he was. That was fine though. He needed to see the thenhere, to go to the soonthere. Rather than looking up at Magnus, he approached the lip of the well and looked straight down. If there was a faint show of magicka spilling from his eyes, it was easily missed for a trick of the refracted light in the well.

The old man looked up from the well, and saw with unseeing eyes a very strange sight. An Altmer in Falkreath. There was something faded and transient about the Mer, as he walked, untouched and unnoticed by the surrounding crowd of Allessians. The blind man followed him, and the wraith led him exactly where he had been looking to go.

The graveyard...

The Alessian Resurgence

Finnen said Although, the man was reported to be a competent mage and the way he dealt with those wolves in the Jeralls was a sight to see. Definitely not for the faint of heart but a sight to see.

*Begins coming up with an unhinging dewolfing event in case it ever becomes relevant.*

The Alessian Resurgence

The madman in their midst had the strangest feeling of deja vu as he glanced up at Magnus. He wore a simple leather vest over a simple white cloth shirt and pair of pants, and he seemingly carried nothing with him. His race was hard to distinguish due to his age and stature - he could have been Nord, Imperial, or Breton. The odd greyish tint to his skin was not common amongst any of the three races of men, the folds of his forehead could have easily been mistaken for age creases (had they even been visible past his headband), and his accent was decidedly unaffected - dry and rasping was its best characteristic.

He could swear the damned thing was moving backwards now. Not that he held moving backwards against it, but there were so very few means of reliably telling the wherewhen. Magnus was resplendent with an Aetherial light that shone through the limen, illuminating both time and space. For a single instant whenever the old man looked up at it, he knew he was herenow. Those moments lasted for only an instant though - the moment he looked away, uncertainty allowed itself back in. How could people expect him to know precisely what time he was supposed to be at when time was not linear? He scarcely remembered he could look at the world, so that he was only looking forward - but he couldn't seem to do it. He had seemingly lost his sense of time in his old age.

The light of Magnus burned into the blind man's unseeing eyes, and a flicker of triumph flashed across his face as he laughed out loud with glee.

"We're heading from Falkreath to Bruma!" He announced excitedly. "And so many people joined us there! Fortuitous!" He glanced up at the sky again thoughtfully for a moment. "Hrm. But we're walking backwards again. I guess that means we're actually heading to Falkreath? Or were we going forward into Skyrim again? Tricky business there. A lot of people just up and leave, the ingrates. Hail, you there!" The old man turned his blind gaze to stare unerringly at a young Dunmer man with red eyes and a small ring looped through his left ear. In a way it was strange - depending on how the old man looked at it, either the dark elf would have already been traveling with him for some time, or had just joined him, or was just about to leave - more importantly, he was still blinded by the illusion of time, and so could definitely tell the old, actually blind lunatic when they were.

"I'm terribly afraid I've lost track of the time. How much longer until the next Dragon Break?"

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

TheLonePup said
I'm sitting here playing Lonesome Road... and I just got a refresher on all the horrors from this place...does the courier do something to stop the Tunnelers from spreading? I don't remember

You kill their Queen.

This is why Hive Minds with a single point of weakness are stupid ideas.