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Freeform Roleplaying / Re: Cytherean Cycle, the
« Last post by axlerowes on October 20, 2015, 01:30:48 PM »
As the little skyblue vermin lay snoozing around him, blowing cool scented air out of their spines, Ralph reflected on the English words being formed by the high pitched tones. Ralph grew certain that these things must be picking radio signals.  Standing up the bouncy earth, which Ralph noted was not really terra firma at all but a tight weave of grass roots like the plants you could walk across the water on in the Ark river wet lands nears his grandfather’s farm, Ralph took his home made ham radio kit with Bakelite   headphones out of his overstuff pack.  He took the pint size battery, in a protective leather case, out of another side pocket and hooked it up to the small electronic set glued to a grey piece of splintery unsanded scrap wood. He started speaking into the microphone that had come with the kit. 

“The is Ralph K., ham radio number FRN555KS.” Ralph paused and sure enough his words were whistled out of the spines of the bright blue spines of the sleeping beasties. “Wow electro-conductive animals…maybe this is South America after all…could these be related to electric eels…well of course not related…but from similar environment that …”. All this Ralph said inanely into the mic and it was relayed back him to via the small creatures when suddenly all their spines turned dark green.  They jumped to their feet and ran away into the under brush.  Ralph turned a saw at much distance as he could see a man riding a large beast…a pachyderm or ox?  ‘Maybe this was india’ he thought.  Ralph had recently (that morning) completed the requirements for his search and rescue badge. 

Stuffing the battery and the radio back into their proper locations in his pack he took out his flare gun, a flare and his signal whistle.  Ralph was certainly lost.  He loaded the flare and launched the green fluorescent streaking star into the clouded sky and started blowing on his whistle with boy scout perseverance.
Freeform Roleplaying / Re: Cytherean Cycle, the
« Last post by Murometz on October 20, 2015, 11:31:32 AM »
Skyrider watched Luna's reaction. Apparently the air wasn't poisonous, yet the Lemurian did not appear quite comfortable. Tears streamed from her weird eyes and her breathing was somewhat ragged.

They strolled along the marshmallow surface of the "creature" (plant?) they had landed on.

A weird yellow soap-like bubble the size of his own bubbled head floated by Derek then popped, releasing a sulfurous plume. 

This was too weird. Perhaps they should return to the pod and descend further, nothing but gas here.

With each step Luna made across the soft surface of whatever it was they had landed on, the "ground" gave way. It was like walking on on a giant sponge. Derek watched as suddenly hundreds of silken filaments rose up and began "feeling" the Lemurian's form.

Luna felt the tickle as well. It seemed that with every passing second, more and more tiny feelers rose up around her, caressing her muscular legs and tail. She was exploring, and was being explored in turn.

Derek then looked down his own form. The feelers did not seem interested in his bubble suit. That was good. Less good, was a gurgling which preceded another fissure-like opening materializing mere feet away from where he was standing.

Whatever they were standing on, did not seem happy with their presence. Fissures began opening around the pod now as well.


The creatures seemed to like Ralph. Bizarre, thought Ralph. What they seemed capable of was...impressive. The young lad was so taken with their pink-glow presence, that he didn't even wonder why he was able to breathe or why he seemed perfectly comfortable sitting on the surface of Venus, without a care in the world. Then again, the boy thought he was in South America...

That suddenly changed. The alien porcupines suddenly mobilized and fled into the hot sands as quickly as they had appeared. Ralph looked around.

He could see something materializing in the haze some hundred yards away. It looked like some sort of humanoid riding some sort of...not humanoid. The figure was nearing the lad, and his new friends did not seem to want to be around him when it finally neared.
Greetings Traveler / Re: Hello Strolen, Hello Citadel
« Last post by Murometz on October 20, 2015, 11:31:02 AM »
Great intro, Mageek. A belated welcome, and LOVE the riddle/puzzle niche you have carved out for yourself.  :)

Cheers! (Yay for original AD&D sourcebooks)
Greetings Traveler / Hello Strolen, Hello Citadel
« Last post by Mageek on October 20, 2015, 10:42:02 AM »
<slam door> *pant* *wheeze* ...
<looks up>
Did you know there is an angry barbarian horde out there?!

I am 24, male, from California. Full-time grad student. Unmarried
The name "Mageek" comes from "Magic Geek", I played a lot of MTG in high school. Now it has sort of stuck.
Started role-playing in when I was 14, my father has the original AD&D source books, and started DMing D&D 3.5 when I was 16ish.
My group enjoys puzzles more than most. I originally found the Citadel while searching for D&D riddles.
I love the site, love the system, and love sharing my work. Never hesitate to comment / let me know what you like / let me know what could be improved / let me know you used or adapted something.
Looking forward to more constructive role-playing design and development!

Systems: D&D 3.5, 5.0, & Gurps. Nowadays it is mostly pathfinder.
Minis: used to be into Warhammer 40k. Go Dark Angels.
Favorite Class: Something with lots of options. Tends to be utility casters and rogues.
Board games: Love 'em.

Freeform Roleplaying / Re: Cytherean Cycle, the
« Last post by valadaar on October 19, 2015, 07:53:51 PM »
Derek jumped up quickly to follow. d**n, he wasn't supposed to be upstaged by the hired help!

He quickly followed outside, but he still wore his suit.  He thought it fitted him well, and he would prefer not to have his flesh dissolved, burnt, or what have you. Especially since the dame had volunteered to test it for him...
Greetings Traveler / Re: Howdy There Ya'll
« Last post by EchoMirage on October 19, 2015, 03:32:51 PM »
Hi there!

As for craftiness and Japan, foxes / kitsune come to mind quite naturally. Other than that, raccoons would fit well with the sneaky tanuki of Japanese lore. Ferrets appear crafty, and so does the rat, though there are many negative connotations regarding the latter.
Freeform Roleplaying / Re: Cytherean Cycle, the
« Last post by EchoMirage on October 19, 2015, 10:17:28 AM »
"It would appear we're not on the ground yet - so, I'm not fully impressed as of now, captain." She tossed the meager supplies into a backpack, and strapped the blaster to her belt. Honestly, she should have paid more attention to the actual load-out of their vessel prior to the start. No repair tools, no spare parts, very little of anything in fact. An ill-conceived endeavour; luckily, she knew how to do with very little. Of her possessions, she had a solid bush knife - that would solve many an issue.

Rescue was nowhere in sight. A girl of action, she pondered but briefly, then stuffed the space suit into the backpack as well, and stepped outside - if the air was poison, she'd die anyway the next time she needed to eat.
"You coming?" she quipped, and went off to explore their landing site.
Freeform Roleplaying / Re: Cytherean Cycle, the
« Last post by axlerowes on October 17, 2015, 10:19:34 AM »
When the gaggle of day glow pink porcupine with six legs and long narrow beaks walked out of the underbrush and begin to surround the 12-year-old boy scout Ralph was forced acknowledge that he certainly wasn’t in Sedgwick County anymore. The cat-sized varmints made sniffing sounds, sucking air in through their beaks but not apparently exhaling it.  The lead walked directly to Ralph’s feet and stopped while the other continued to circle around him.  Maybe Ralph was in Eastern Peru or Northern Australia, he wished he had his National Geographic Magazine with him or his Encyclopedias.

“Hello little buddy, my name’s Ralph,” as the creature surrounded him Ralph began to be overtaken by the smells of cinnamon and almonds and the air began much cooler.  He squatted down and looked at the one he had come to think of as the leader. 

The creatures actually had pale grey skin beneath the day glow spines. The skin looked thin, in the spineless patches around the creature's snout like faces, he could see fluid-filled vessels pulsing and swelling just beneath it.   The air they the sucked in through their beaks seemed to be expelled through the narrow tips of the spins on their backs.  As Ralph studied the creature he noted that they had four eyes, “Two on the sides like herbivores and two for stereo vision like carnivores,” he said aloud.  “You must be omnivores then,” Ralph with a self satisfied smile that usually earned him a punch in the stomach from the other scouts, the pack of fourth-grade girls that ruled his street or the nuns at Saint Mathurin’s secondary school.

Pulling off his back pack with one swift move that sent all the little beasts that had now surrounded him scurrying back six eight inches and causing their spines to turn from pink to maroon, Ralph extracted a dozen pixie sticks from an outer pocket.  “Hey, since you guys are omnivores you might like some glucose.”  He tore off the tip of one pixie stick and pointed it towards to tube-like beak of the creature in front of him. 

The creature snorted in the candy dust and then immediately stopped inhaling. The spines on the creatures back turned from maroon to sky blue, the recently blue toned animal and reared up stiffly on his hind limbs.  Ralph got a good look at the creatures translucent silver belly and the jumble of bag like organs on the other side just before it fell to the clumsily to ground.       

Landing on the tight grass with a small bounce the creature began his air filtration process again, but this time the exhalation was associated with rapid series of high pitched pops.  All the other creatures began breathing harder and rushed towards Ralph.  Their long-toed feet reaching up to cling roughly on to his khaki boy scout trousers, and their spines all turning to bright aqua blue.  Ralph made a quick count of his pixie sticks and said, “More than enough for everyone.”   

 Each member of the micro-herd of garish fauna quickly inhaled the sugar as soon as it was offered and repeated the same clumsy seizure of ecstasy that ended in what Ralph assumed was very satisfied slumber.  'Just like Momma after she takes the vitamins that Psychiatrist gives her,' he thought. 

Ralph bent to examine one of the creatures.  The spines were not sharp at all, but felt like hard plastic tubing. As he brushed his hands over the spines that pushed out cool scented air he felt a tingle of electricity, like when he would rub his socks along the carpet then wake up uncle Joe by touch his fingers against the steel plate in his head.   

As he brushed his fingers across one sleeping animal all the whistles suddenly changed in a high pitched whine that sounded like human speech.  The tiny whistle like voice came from creature simultanouesly and said “Dr. Dimmer this is Skyrider, we have had to abandon our craft and attempting to land…” 

“Joseph Farting Fireworks!" Ralph exclaimed in surprise "These things must pick up radio signals or something.”  He pushed his thick black rimmed glasses up his large piggish nose and examined them more closely.

The high-pitched words being whistled out of the sleeping critters continued before falling into silence, “Dr. Dimmer my agent has an obituary and tribute video ready….”

‘What is a Video?’ Ralph thought, ‘This must be Australia.’ 

Fields of Challenge / Re: Freetext Friday
« Last post by Dragonlordmax on October 17, 2015, 09:47:21 AM »
Howzabout Law? Blue laws, new laws, lawyers, judges. All good stuff.
Freeform Roleplaying / Re: Cytherean Cycle, the
« Last post by Murometz on October 16, 2015, 04:29:41 PM »
<<ooc>> the Pod's contents and what Luna and Derek managed to salvage from the Tensegrity...let me know if I'm missing something obvious or what else would make sense. Don't get too science-y though :)

1. an Ansible--communication device and master translator. 2. 2 blaster pistols. 3. 2 bubble suits for surviving "any" atmosphere, planet surface, or pressure. 4. two small containers each holding 400 nutrient-pills. Each pill contained 12 hours worth of all necessary water and nutrients. 5. Pod's power pack, which was half-charged. It could power the pod for approximately another 20-22 hours of fully operational flight. <<ooc>>
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