WilsonTurner

Strangeland | Legends Never Die

@WilsonTurner Just how durable is Zaelios? Reading over his capabilities, it says normal spells and conventional weaponry is ineffective against him so I'm assuming he can basically just tank them. You can't potentially kill him unless you're a master-level sorcerer who can figure out what kind of being he is. Yeah, he's sounding a bit too powerful at the moment.

@Blu

Unless you ask him what eeeeveryone is talking about.

Herm, I'll make him VERY much more susceptible to damage.

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@KuroTenshi
Also, Ava's Demon is awesome.

Strangeland | Legends Never Die

Finished my app

I think.

He's a purely magical being anchored to a giant (headsized) diamond gemstone. In the longterm, nothing will kill him or permanently damage him because he's made up entirely of spells- so many that you'd never be able to dismantle their structure or tear any of them apart before they're reformed. Think of a super-intelligent AI that may have developed self-consciousness, except instead of coding and programming, it's magic.

Adventure Beyond the Stars [SCIFI ADVENTURE]

Waiting on ms. pilot.

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Million Exploding Suns Spectacle - Space Battle RPG

3rd Fleet; Composition of 22 ships
Elite Task Force under callsign "Manticore"
Approaching FPA Border from Neutral Zone

The void, as usual, was silent and sparkling with the joy of a thousand stars, living out their millennium-long existence. They seemed to be an attentive audience for the events that were about to pass; indeed, they must have witnessed thousands of battles by now, but this one will be a page-turner in the sector's history. No doubt, this war would leave one side or the other in complete ruins. The Hocklyns, being new to the scene, had some elements that could be used for surprise.

The Prometheans would've been hard to detect, had they not known where they were. The plan was for their 66th fleet to launch against the FPA's primary forces, and then they'll come in around and flank them. Cirruses would be released partway through the battle, to seek out commanding ships and eliminate them. The majority of the Hocklyn plan was relying on the Cirruses- when they take out enemy command ships, its unlikely that they'd remain organized. The Hocklyns would be the smith's hammer on the enemy's molten bar, to be forged into scrap on the Promethean anvil.

Teeth-baring in what could be charitably be described as a smile was common within the bridge of the ships; honor would come flowing soon, of that, there was no doubt. Their fleet picked a different route through the inky black, avoiding the known locations of mines and sensor pods, running even more silent than the Prometheans.

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Adventure Beyond the Stars [SCIFI ADVENTURE]

Jack grunted a short "Welcome 'board, get ready for takeoff" to each of the newcomers as they arrived. He knew more about each and every one of them than they did each other, including medical records and history. While none of the nations were comfortable giving up such records, these were all considered "low risk." In other words, they were sending those who could be glorified, or dispensed, at will. If it went successful, they could say they sent their most recommended- if they were not, they could say that they were simply a first wave of grunts who intentionally volunteered.

It churned his belly, to be honest, but he didn't blame them. He picked out the sniper himself, though that probably actually decreased her chances of getting on the team, whatwith the bickering and pettiness common within the political structure.

Either way, he was the last one standing after the last one arrived. A stern look, felt even through his faceless helmet, gave them enough warning to go ahead and strap in. Accompanied by the pilot's warnings, it was followed automatically or consciously. Either way, no one was arguing.

Satisfied, he stepped fully into the dropship bay, walking fully down it as he triggered an impulse through the implants. The door rose, and began closing; the lights inside went from the basic white/yellow to a red, lights on the wall, replaced others.

So he walked down the rows on both sides of the dropship, already checking to make sure everyone was strapped and locked into the wall. In the case of catastrophic failure, each seat would jet out the side and deploy an environmental shield and a parachute, to provide breathable air and a slow descent. He helped the confused ones' harnesses down, a pair of arms that came from over the shoulder and locked in around their arms, with straps for their legs, chest, and feet. When everyone else was situated, he moved to the front of the spacecraft, resting a hand on the pilot and copilot chairs. He eyed the Slipstream character from within his visor- he had just taken his spot. It wouldn't have bothered him, except the military was pretty much in control of this operation, and he seemed to disregard it.

He walked in as his pilot was talking about killing- something that brought back less than pleasant memories. Through his slightly delayed voice from his helmet, he announced, "Prepare for takeoff, pilot. Command will drop on your go. And by the way- I don't know about Slipstream here, but I've killed dozens. Dark thoughts, neh? I hope you passed your mental examination, since you're piloting this boat."

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