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Hollen's Prize / Re: A Fast Exit
« Last post by Autumn on Yesterday at 03:30:23 PM »
"Jerome, get to the bridge and make her stop, I'll attempt to run a bypass here and abort the purge!" Autumn barked the order as she leaped to the interface, her claws flying over the keys. "Sunny, see if you and our new arrival can talk her down, or at least keep her distracted until Jerome can force her hand!"

Come on, emergency abort sequence should be in here somewhere, or at least kill the power to the life support long enough to reset the system and disable bridge controls!

She pawed at the keyboard quickly, struggling to keep her composure and ignore the hiss of escaping air, hoping her barked orders would be obeyed without argument, the time for sorting out the chain of command was after the danger, when everyone was back on board the prize enjoying a well earned drink in the cafeteria.

Focus, ignore the pressure drop, ignore the pain with every breath, focus on getting past the moment, on the future.

For the emergency bypass/override
(16:09:22) Minion: Silveressa rolls 1d100 and gets 22.
(17:17:56) Minion: Silveressa rolls 1d100 and gets 84.
(17:18:01) Minion: Silveressa rolls 1d100 and gets 31.
(17:18:05) Minion: Silveressa rolls 1d100 and gets 15.
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Moderated Freeform / Re: [Coldforged - 1423] Ardenwald
« Last post by Coventinae Fate-Weaver on Yesterday at 03:30:15 PM »
There was a cracking sound, like the cracking of thunder, yet it came from below. Then a shrill scream arose; the wailing of a thousand tortured souls. The ground began to shake uncontrollably, and from the fissure that appeared earlier, four tentacles arose - Thick as grown pythons, reaching four meters into the air.

From within the cavern came an immense roar. A roar unlike anything they had ever heard before; it reverbated in their solar plexuses, shook them till they were nauseaous. Aeomi gasped as she realized that Eurydice was bleeding from her ears, eyes and nostrils. Looking around she realized that Rune bled too.

The tentacles lashed after them, even though Aeomi could perceive no sensory organs. Seconds later there was an immense explosion followed by a deep rumbling sound; something was moving up through the cavern, towards them.

OOC: (22:14:10) Minion: Ancient_Gamer rolls 4d100 and gets 5,56,11,79.
3 of the tentacles hit
Aeomi is hit for (22:14:58) Minion: Ancient_Gamer rolls 3d6 and gets 4,2,2. = 8 damage in the left arm
Vitoriel is hit for (22:15:00) Minion: Ancient_Gamer rolls 3d6 and gets 4,3,2. = 9 damage in the right arm
Kuth is hit for (22:15:01) Minion: Ancient_Gamer rolls 3d6 and gets 4,3,6. = 13 damage in the right arm
(22:16:29) Minion: Ancient_Gamer rolls 3d20 and gets 18,13,15.

Aeomi is using her Ketange-Ishatal staff to actively shield from attacks. Damage is reduced by 7 points.


The tentacles wrapped around the arms of the Maesters. It was as if they homed in on the most powerful of the group, and soon excruciating pain was visited upon the formidable masters. Only Aeomi's shielding aura saved Kuth from getting the arm crushed and torn from his body.

OOC
Morale rolls Rune, U'Kriel and Cydia. All passed in spite of s**tty rolls!
(22:20:18) Minion: Ancient_Gamer rolls 3d20 and gets 15,12,14.

Morale rolls Caldu and Enhtri, both passed easily.
(22:20:24) Minion: Ancient_Gamer rolls 2d20 and gets 4,5.

Morale rolls Eurydice and Ronal. Eurydice runs... again.
(22:20:30) Minion: Ancient_Gamer rolls 2d20 and gets 20,9.


The apprentices readied themselves, surprised but weathered. All except Eurydice who began screaming horribly and once again ran.

"i am bleeding! Bleeding! I am sorry, Mistress! I am sorry! Noooo! Help meee!", she cried as she turned around and ran into the dark forest.

Initiative new round:
Tentacles: 3, 3, 3, 3
Thing from down below: 15 (cannot be attacked before 15)
Apprentices:
(22:28:02) Minion: Ancient_Gamer rolls 6d10 and gets 4,1,3,9,6,6.
Rune 5
U'Kriel 2
Cydia 4
Caldu 10
Enthri 7
Ronal 8
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Moderated Freeform / Re: [Operation One] Cosmic Era Mecha Game
« Last post by Maxine Sanchez on Yesterday at 03:15:51 PM »
Maxine picked up on the informal tone and rearranged her thoughts, given the relaxed attitude she didn't bother to stand up for the report, she did however sit to attention. "Well sir, Talon squad arrived on mission site as planned. On arrival we walked straight into an enemy shroud and had to think on our feet. Cover was non-existent so I deemed a frontal assault the only viable option at the time. We stormed the place, forced them to re-group and then reinforcements cleaned up. The enemy forces were underequipped but given our current resources, it was still a good fight."

She wouldn't go as far as pat her squad on the back in front of command, if their job was deemed good that was their say. Nor would she question command's decisions, even though they irked her, someone else stealing her glory. After a while though, she had to add.

"Sir, permission to speak freely? No mechas that's out taking heat will ever look shiny for long." The implication being, would they continue scratching someone's else's back from the shadows. She sure hoped not.
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Greetings Traveler / Re: Hey people
« Last post by Longspeak on Yesterday at 03:06:50 PM »
Allow me to be the first - dammit, Val! - allow me to be the second to welcome you. As a relative newcomer myself, I've found a lot of ideas here for my games (and even a couple for my son's Pathfinder game), and a lot of support for my attempts to write. I look forward to reading what you have to say.
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Hollen's Prize / Re: A Fast Exit
« Last post by EchoMirage on Yesterday at 02:50:15 PM »
The AI's voice interjected in his question in the same dispassionate manner it had recounted the emergencies and damaged systems:
"Bridge online.
Emergency: biohazard - code red.
Captain Cherenkov not located.
Bridge lockdown terminated."


The girl on the comm finally answered, triumphantly so.
"I am your worst nightmare, d**ned critters. Thought you could fool me by imitating the human voice? Saw you rip off the captain's head and use it like a puppet. Everybody's dead - but you're gonna be dead soon too. I'll flush you like a rotten turd!"

A sire sounded, the current alarm replaced with a higher-intensity one. Paths flashed up along the floors, presumably to direct people somewhere.

"Taste space, xenos."

A faint beep echoed from the ship intercom, followed by the AI again.
"Emergency vacuum cleansing in 9:59. Proceed to safe zones."
With a hissing sound, air began to drain into the vents, creating a noticeable draft.

Irina noted glumly: "Yes, that's Cornelia, one of ours. A newbie - but I see she learns quickly."
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Hollen's Prize / Re: A Fast Exit
« Last post by Autumn on Yesterday at 02:43:55 PM »
Autumn quick struggled back into her ruined vacumn suit, while it wouldn't protect against depressurization it still provided a degree of armor and the communications and sensors functioned, for the most part anyway.

"Sunny ask your patient about the Red Viking, it's part of the lockout, the person who initiated it I think." She said over the com, looking over to see how well Quan had gotten with the final bypasses during her brief respite from repair work.
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Hollen's Prize / Re: A Fast Exit
« Last post by valadaar on Yesterday at 01:37:57 PM »
Jerome went to the intercom and punched the button

"Hello, please identify yourself."

He did not volunteer too much info himself.

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Cavern of Inane Natter / Re: Today, writing feels like...
« Last post by Ancient Gamer on Yesterday at 01:37:16 PM »
Introducing a publishing phase could help you a lot.

Create a blog. Use wordpress. Learn SEO *anyone can do it*

Get it out into the world, by some other means than this site. Because this site targets a very narrow audience.

I was working at our horse show this weekend, and I was talking to one of my non-hobby friends and he is very familiar with my writing and likewise I am very familiar with his hobby, which happens to be rebuilding old generators (30s-60s, old iron) and collecting Cub Cadet tractors from the same period and older.

He was discussing how he had no spare time, between his job, working on his generators, and tractors, and doing repair work on his house. For a moment I was in full sympathy, as I frequently find myself in the same situation, with the job, taking care of the horses, cooking and cleaning, and my large assortment of writing projects. Then something hit me.

It doesn't matter.

The generators he fixes get set aside, and the same with the tractors, until they sit long along that they need to be taken apart, and cleaned and rebuilt because they've sat unused, because he's moved on to the next 'vital' project. In doing so he is chasing his own proverbial tail chasing after tasks that need to be done, but really don't, because there is no endgame. It would be different if at the end of the project, the end of the restoration, the generator was sold, or the tractor was sold, or it was put to a specific task, aka I need to fix this heavy tractor because I need it to plow/pull down trees/breath flame at the tractor pull, but it isn't.

In many ways my writing has been the same, an endless circle of projects, various things sitting in work, various settings I've had in work, Epoa, Imbria, the Cosmic Era, the World of Darkness, and the reflexive fantasy genre. The writing projects stack up, and some are finished, but at the end of the writing, at the end, as I am looking at the next project coming up, or looking back at an old piece to pull out of dust off, I haven't accomplished anything. There isn't an achieved endgame.

Nothing has been published.

But here is the thing, I don't feel defeated, I don't feel demoralized or depressed.

I feel like my eyes are open.

I am going to take a little time, step back from the projects I am working on, and reassessing my specific goals.

It is time to focus.


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Moderated Freeform / Re: [Coldforged - 1423] Ardenwald
« Last post by Coventinae Fate-Weaver on Yesterday at 12:08:51 PM »
Vitoriel watched as Kuth and Elquin rummaged through the remains of animals and humans, searching for bite marks and tracks, and other traces of what dwelt within the cave.

Kuth noticed the bones of an elk, crushed, as if squeezed by some great power. Next he found the bones of a large cat; a puma, likewise crushed.

Elquin found tracks. Recent ones from a bear, and a bit older ones; from a medium sized human by the looks of it. He guessed they were about 2 weeks old.

***

The yellowed eyed, black skinned creature slinked down into the cave; compelled by the Mistress' magic. It could not resist her command, even if it wanted to.

Seconds later Aeomi's voice went into a crescendo as she cast yet another spell. She had gathered the entourage inside a circle, and they watched as time passed by. One week to be exact. One week into the past. A ghostly bear rummaged through. "Majestic!", Caldu said, smiling to the Master Shapechanger. The rest of the week went by relatively uneventful.

Once again Aeomi raised her voice. She chanted the words of vision; felt the flow of essence through her being. Suddenly the others took on a milky blue appearance, and she gazed down into the cavern where she saw the goblinoid crawl down a two meter rock. It looked back; as if it could feel her eyes. It snarled, then crawled down the next stone.

***

Vitoriel had to support herself on her staff as the ground trembled slightly beneath her feet. A nearby bush shook as two hares fled it, darting away into the forest.

A minor earthquake... Or something very large moving under the ground?

***

The Graveling had reached some sort of barrier. Aeomi could not see past it, but she saw the searing white focal point in the middle. Whatever it looked like to mortal eyes, the Graveling had seen it too, and it reached for it with outstretched hands.

***

Kuth gasped for air as the ground shook again. This time Rune; Aeomi's apprentice, lost her foothold. Kuth gave her a hand and helped her get back on her feet. A crack had opened on the forest floor and white smoke started to seep through.

***

Aeomi blinked. The Graveling was gone. She strained her mana vision, but saw nothing. She had looked away for a brief moment during the second quake, and now it was gone.
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Cavern of Inane Natter / Re: Today, writing feels like...
« Last post by Scrasamax on Yesterday at 11:54:11 AM »
I was working at our horse show this weekend, and I was talking to one of my non-hobby friends and he is very familiar with my writing and likewise I am very familiar with his hobby, which happens to be rebuilding old generators (30s-60s, old iron) and collecting Cub Cadet tractors from the same period and older.

He was discussing how he had no spare time, between his job, working on his generators, and tractors, and doing repair work on his house. For a moment I was in full sympathy, as I frequently find myself in the same situation, with the job, taking care of the horses, cooking and cleaning, and my large assortment of writing projects. Then something hit me.

It doesn't matter.

The generators he fixes get set aside, and the same with the tractors, until they sit long along that they need to be taken apart, and cleaned and rebuilt because they've sat unused, because he's moved on to the next 'vital' project. In doing so he is chasing his own proverbial tail chasing after tasks that need to be done, but really don't, because there is no endgame. It would be different if at the end of the project, the end of the restoration, the generator was sold, or the tractor was sold, or it was put to a specific task, aka I need to fix this heavy tractor because I need it to plow/pull down trees/breath flame at the tractor pull, but it isn't.

In many ways my writing has been the same, an endless circle of projects, various things sitting in work, various settings I've had in work, Epoa, Imbria, the Cosmic Era, the World of Darkness, and the reflexive fantasy genre. The writing projects stack up, and some are finished, but at the end of the writing, at the end, as I am looking at the next project coming up, or looking back at an old piece to pull out of dust off, I haven't accomplished anything. There isn't an achieved endgame.

Nothing has been published.

But here is the thing, I don't feel defeated, I don't feel demoralized or depressed.

I feel like my eyes are open.

I am going to take a little time, step back from the projects I am working on, and reassessing my specific goals.

It is time to focus.

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