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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.
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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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Therafter / Re: Chapter 3: Choices
« Last post by Doc West on February 26, 2015, 05:52:45 PM »
"Of course miss Roberts," he said after a moments hesitation, leaning his cane against the wall and holstering his revolver as he with drew a scalpel from his medical bag, "Could you hold the light steady for me please?" He asked her, quickly setting to work extracting the few components from the cadaver, the smell up close making his eyes water from the intensity. "it is best not to linger in here, this room is far from hygienic." he reminded his friends gesturing to the door.

(Still waiting for the GM descritpion of whether or not the room held another exit and what (if any) its function seemed to be btw. ;) )
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Below me lay a long, shallow valley. My first glimpse did not reveal the extensive, mazelike walls of the lost city; nor did it catch the surrounding beauty of the natural world.

The old plant had been wrong. The Sorcerers had not slaughtered those left behind. I saw them now, those survivors, before me, hundreds of plant men freely roaming upon the fields before their own city. Each twisted and turned in endless agony. Branch-like limbs clawed at dirt or their own bark-like skin. It was a scene of silent madness. Not a whistle or voice broke that scene. For the first time, I counted myself lucky that I could not hear the Mind Talk of these plant men. I did not doubt that their world was anything but quiet.

My walk through that field was a small trip to hell in itself. I strode past limbs raised to me in supplication, a horror show of self-injury and quiet suffering. More than a few grasped my ankle in desperation and I was forced to shake loose from the desperate grip. Thoughts and images of my time in hell awoke and I quite nearly did not make it. Part of me wished to save these creatures from their misery, either by a quick death or leading them beyond the edge of the vale and the source of their agony.

Yet I knew such a move would ultimately be fruitless and likely ruin the chances of my mission's success. Aside from the hopelessness of seeing to the sheer numbers of plant folk, no doubt the Sorcerers would quickly become aware of my meddling. If I were to save these unfortunate souls, it was essential that I continue on as planned. Still, it felt as though a piece of my soul shriveled away as I made that long trek.

At long last, I made my way beyond the field of sufferers and to the walls of the lost city. The Sorcerers, and my mission, awaited somewhere inside.
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Tomes and Illusions / Re: What DVDs/ Video are you watching
« Last post by valadaar on February 26, 2015, 03:13:11 PM »
Doubt it was me. I've never seen it.
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Therafter / Re: Chapter 3: Choices
« Last post by Carnegie H. Roberts on February 26, 2015, 02:53:01 PM »
Asha seemingly too focused to notice, and with nothing happening, Carnegie shrugged, keeping the flashlight and stepped up to shine a cone into the room. She flinched away with a half-suffocated sound as she saw the bodies. Her hand covering her mouth, she looked away with a pained expression. After a long while, she managed to muster enough gusto to whisper. "...Doc, could ya..." She paused to swallow.
"C-could ya check em for chips."

"Need ta git de jammer sorted... So dis ain't happenin agin..." She mumbled to herself with determination.
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Tomes and Illusions / Re: What DVDs/ Video are you watching
« Last post by Ancient Gamer on February 26, 2015, 02:48:38 PM »
Borgias - Both the series with Jeremy Irons as Rodrigo Borgia, as well as the one with John Doman as Rodrigo. Both series are beyond excellent, with the Irons version focusing on strategy and international events, while the Doman one focusing more on the insane intrigue the Borgias created.

Teen Wolf - After a comment, I think it was by val, I started watching Teen Wolf. It is quite good for a high school werewolf series. Way better than the Vampire Diaries or Twilight.
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OOC, Starters and Questions / Re: Prehistoric Pitch
« Last post by Gossamer on February 26, 2015, 02:42:38 PM »
As promised! The first chapter begins today!  :D

http://strolen.com/guild/index.php/topic,7250.msg88058.html#new

With the Dictionary/Lexicon here;

http://strolen.com/guild/index.php/topic,7251.0.html
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OOC, Starters and Questions / TMCD - Dictionary/Lexicon
« Last post by Gossamer on February 26, 2015, 02:40:21 PM »
Neh'Tarab Ova'Foy - Far Come/Walk/Seek Sight Eye

Ma'Ndel Toofi - Many Play/Wrestle

Dokktch - Head Small

Gaw - Mouth

Nak'Ahm Sisu - Long Leg/Spider Web

Bwa'Ami Pata'Ea - Me/You Lead Earth Spear/Sharp

Hlotua Bwa'bwa - Soft Body/Clan

Uobwa'bwa Kekeke - Curious/Impressed Me Me/Body/Clan Cold/Sickly/Death

Shaa'Tchok - Hot Closed Fist

Ok - Hand/Peace

Rio'Okfoy - Fight/Aware/Beware Hand/Peace Eye

Dokkuo - Head Curious/Impressed

Ndhame - Hunter/Friend/Comrade

Atouk - Star/Shining/Shiny

Foy'Aa - Sun/Eye Pain

De'n - Stone/Hard

Dwrdmm - Sound of flapping insect wings/Flying Bug Big/Heavy/Thunder

Gwrwar - Growl Roar

Movasj - Darkness/No See/Death

Mah - And

Rio - Fight/Aware/Beware

Tarab Foy'Aa Bwa'bwa - Sunseeker Clan

De'n Ea Bwa'bwa - Rock Spear Clan

Atouk'Tchok Bwa'bwa - Star Fist Clan

Hua - Fire

Za'dmm - Snake Thunder (Lightning)
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Moderated Freeform / The Morrow of the Cave Dwellers
« Last post by Gossamer on February 26, 2015, 02:36:08 PM »
"...Mah Tarab Foy'Aa Bwa'bwa...Movashj!" Hlotua Bwa'bwa, she who was clan unto herself, finished with a hiss and her audience seemed to sway away from her clawed hands, like reeds billowing in the wind. Dokktch loved these stories of faraway adventures and curious beings, but now a strong hand clamped down on her vision and her small head was pulled towards the warm bossom of Rio'Okfoy, she who had birthed her, her chest heaving as she joined her clansmen, echoing a warning that was part of her name. "Rio! Rio! Rio! Rio!" The bellows of the Star Fist Clan rang out underneath the domed sky, bathed in shadow save for the moonlit beam that highlighted the ghostly features of Hlotua Bwa'bwa as she danced around, savoring the attention, grabbing fistfuls of sand and flinging it into the air. Up on the mound, Atouk and Shaa'Tchok, the male and female alphas pounded their fists on their chests in tempo with the cries, joined by their beta entourages in a display of power and strength, professing defiance and resistance against the unknown, against fear, against death. It went on for some time, the chant was a bonding, and almost like a feast in atmosphere. But all things must pass and as everyone slowly settled, another sleep passed.



Dokktch was awoken that day by the tappings of "Toofi", her youngest brother and closest to her age. True to his name, he was eager to begin yet another day with play. Amused, he pinched her and swiftly raced off, pausing a distance away to see if his kin would follow. A look around showed her mother chewing something, a tasty morsel before beginning the day might not hurt. Toofi had probably already eaten anyways. A ways off, she spotted her two other siblings, Gaw and Nak'Ahm Sisu joined in conversation with Ndhame, Atouk's second in command. Probably concerning something boring, like always. As reassurance, Dokktch's gaze lifted to see Atouk sitting on the mound, beneath the sea of stars from whence he was named, and Shaa'Tchok by the wet stone, lapping her fill, violently showing her entourage away until properly sated. Best not to try and meet their gaze, but still, all was well with the world. Now to begin her day!
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