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Fields of Challenge / Citadel Quiz #2
« Last post by Aramax on February 27, 2015, 06:56:53 AM »
I figured I would give AG a chance to play, same rules as #1

1) Name the only actor to be killed by an Alien, Preditor and a Terminator?


In Warhammer FRP, in a battle between 200 hvy war horses and 200 bunny rabbits, How many horses would die?
Name – Myazu, the Pale Lady; the Death Moon

Portfolio – Death (divine magic), Necromancy (arcane magic)

Myth – The palest of the eight moons would shine upon the world for brief moments, anyone the light touched would be dead before the rising of the sun. After nearly a thousand years of hiding from the moon’s light, a young high elf crafted a barrier for the city he lived in. He built a great mirror that was large enough to cover the entirety of the city and reflect the dread moonlight back into the heavens.
Myazu rose and shed her pale light, only to bathe in the light of her own skin. She died as everything else ever had and her light faded. Without the light of the pale moon the lands were soon over run with elves. In the next thousand years no one died, not even those that should have. Hunters lived on with savage teeth and claw wounds. Children contracted deadly diseases and lingered into adulthood and old age as they lay crippled for life.
The high elves sought to bring death back to the world, and in doing so unwittingly created the first of the undead, Myazu became the Pale Lady, an undead moon. She once again controls the death, and now, the undeath of most creatures. Her hatred of the high elves knows no bounds.

Manifestaion – Myazu has been known to manifest as a black skeleton shrouded in a pale robe and cloak. She also sends ravens, crows, and vultures as her messengers. All manifestations are accompanied by the soft rattling of bone on bone.

Ritual – Those creatures and undead that worship the Pale Lady hold a sacrifice on the last day of her new moon, in the hopes that the death will enable her to regain her strength. This sacrifice occurs every twenty-eight days and is a time of great trepidation among the townsfolk that live in areas infested with her worshippers, as they tend to be the ones sacrificed. Her preferred sacrifice is a high elf.

Divine Rewards & Punishments – For those that dedicate their lives to the Death Moon, Myazu is known to grant spontaneous undeath. A great warrior might become a wight or perhaps even a death knight whereas a magician might be granted lichdom. Those that displease Myazu are cursed to wander the lands as zombies and skeletons until they are destroyed for eternity.
Links / Re: Interesting Non-Game Stuff
« Last post by valadaar on February 26, 2015, 10:34:08 PM »
Rp area / Re: Legends of the Lilarcor - A Barrel of Bastards
« Last post by valadaar on February 26, 2015, 08:17:56 PM »
"Sounds good. We have a plan. Lets roll." He smiled briefly at Irina as he got up, momentarily self conscious on how little leg he actually had under the table.

"I'm going to check with some of my old friends to see what I can dig up on the principals here.  Elanor, if you have time, can you find out if any of the local chandlers have unexplained business. Big ships usually mean big crews, and they generally hate synthesized food."

Will check with his old contacts what they know about the mercenaries...
Therafter / Re: Chapter 3: Choices
« Last post by valadaar on February 26, 2015, 08:07:00 PM »
The only noise to be heard was that of her and her companions.  The place seems quite dead.

Through scattered flashlight - no light switch could be found - there appeared to have been two sides to the battle.  One group wore exclusively overalls with 117 emblazoned on them, while the other wore more random clothing.  None resembled any Kenabacers any of the group knew, and the hands and shoes had no signs of the hard life that existed outside the vault.

None were very young, many had salt and pepper hair and were all very pale.

Doc West managed to fish out a squiggling metal object from his first 'subject', taking great care to deny it any chance to grab him.  He dropped it into a can he found nearby and the thing ceased its scrabbling inside.

"Right, they move." said Asha absently.

They could not discern the rooms purpose, but two exits, north and south, could be found.  Both were closed doors, no visible locks.

Asha, examining carefully the scene of the battle, said "One group was trying to keep the other from leaving. The overall team was trying to get out."

OOC, Starters and Questions / Re: Prehistoric Pitch
« Last post by Moonlake on February 26, 2015, 06:42:19 PM »
Great :thumbup:
Goss, I would presume the cavemen share their food within the clan/tribe but do they do it in a way such that alphas always keep the food and then distribute as needed or they distribute once and for all upon the finish of the hunt? Was thinking that Dokktch would now wander over to her mother to eat (presuming that her mother keeps the food) now and then start doing other things but just want to make sure that that's okay in the cavemen world.
Rp area / Re: Legends of the Lilarcor - A Barrel of Bastards
« Last post by Autumn on February 26, 2015, 06:41:12 PM »
Autumn nodded in agreement, "It should be easy enough to pull off, once we have the shuttle Quan can fly you in range of the sat, and I can assist with any necessary by passes, most sats these days have some basic solar powered thrusters to do minor orbit correct so it should be able to compensate for any minor change in mass and velocity." She added, rising to her hand paws and stretching, eager to acquire the shuttle and set their plan in motion.
Therafter / Re: Chapter 3: Choices
« Last post by Asha on February 26, 2015, 06:36:35 PM »
"I'll keep watch in case anything approaches," She told her companions, giving Carnegie a polite shake of her head when offered the flashlight and quickly retreating several pace from the almost tangible miasma erupting from the door, her stomach churning in slow waves. "I'm glad I had a light lunch." She said to her self quietly, her ears strained against the silence for the sound of anything approaching.

(Perception roll request from gm please to hear any approaching bad guys.)
Therafter / Re: Chapter 3: Choices
« Last post by Elvis on February 26, 2015, 06:06:50 PM »
Elvis watched the activity inside the room form the safety of the doorway, unwilling to enter the room, a soft whine escaping his throat as the smell of death all but overwhelmed him.
Therafter / Re: Chapter 3: Choices
« Last post by Ayna on February 26, 2015, 06:04:59 PM »
Ayna continued to scan the room for a light switch, nodding absent mindedly at the doctors advice, her mind piecing together the way the fight had unfolded, wondering if the lack of ventilation sounds meant some vital piece of the bunker had ceased to function or if it was simply shut down for maintenance. "Anyone recognize any of these people or their style of dress and stuff as being from Kennebac or surrounding places?" She asked her friends, wondering who they were, and if they had been missed by their friends and family yet?

"I'm pretty sure wherever they came from, someone is going to come looking for them eventually."
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