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RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Lady Wolf on October 21, 2014, 04:37:11 AM »
(The Following took place between Jenette and me  in private chat, then I posted it here after she edited it for clarity.)

Lucky growled briefly at Silveressa's look, but decided against refusing her command, gently picking up the half eaten deer leg in his jaws and carrying to the tent, before pawing it into one of his saddle bags for later.

"Anything happens in the night and we wind up separated, our attempt at a campsite earlier today would make a good rally spot," he suggested to the group before nosing his way into the tent, finding the space slightly cramped between the both of them and Silveressa's traveling pack and weapons.

Silveressa placed her pack into the far corner as Lucky filled the interior with his warmth, the light from the fire shining through the side of the tent, painting them both in a warm ruddy light. With a shake of her head she gently grasped his muzzle and brought him closer, staring into his eyes with concern. "Mystic seems to be going crazy and hearing voices, Dozus is a lost somewhere in his own head and you're acting more like an animal than the woman I love. I need to know, are you still in there Carly?" She asked, her voice low but carrying notes of worry.

Lucky flinched slightly at the urgency of her touch, relaxing as her fingers caressed his fur and he sensed not anger, but sadness and, fear? In response to her question he instinctively licked the side of her face, his pink tongue leaving a trail of warmth and wetness in its wake as his mind formulated a more human answer. "Yes, but Lucky is in here too, and loads of Dire wolf instincts, its... Muddled sometimes but I'm still me, at least enough to know whats what, and how I feel about you."

Silveressa relaxed visibly at the answer, laying her head against his flank as she felt tears welling in the corners of her eyes, his warmth and the wild musky scent at once both reassuringly familiar and a reminder she was unbelievably far from home. She grasped him firmer about the neck, wrapping her arms around him and hugging hard, not trusting her voice not to crack for several moments.

Lucky reached out to return the embrace, finding his paws unable to fold around her as he desired, instead nearly pawing her to the bed roll in his attempt, settling on resting his head in her lap and licking gently at her hand in a show of comfort, a soft whine unintentionally escaping his lips.

Silveressa pulled back after another moment of silent sobbing, shaking her head and brushing a tangle of hair from her eyes. "Sorry, I'll be fine, it's just been a hell of a day and I'm fresh out of scotch." She admitted to him with a smile, a flood of embarrassment at her emotional outburst causing a rush of crimson to her cheeks.

Lucky looked up and licked the side of her face again, giving her a wolfish grin, "Elvish girls look so pretty when they cry, no wonder they melt the hearts of adventurers." He let the smile fade a moment later, admiring her golden silver eyes before speaking again. "It's not like the fantasy novels and games is it? No fair maidens to rescue, dungeons to delve and wagons of loot to haul to town with peasants singing our praises." His ears pricked as he heard the sounds of movement in the darkness beyond, but it ended just as abruptly as it began.

Silveressa nodded at his insight, drawing her knees up to her chest and shivering slightly, "No, it's nothing like the stories, but still even as miserable as this is, it's better than earth, no pollution filling the air and soil, no bills to pay off, no doctors telling me I've-"

Lucky reached out and placed a paw over her lips, interrupting her in surprise, his voice a deeper growl as he filled the silence, "Enough of that, you said earlier we need to focus on here and now, not then and there if we're going to survive in this place, if I can hold it together without oppose-able thumbs and sharing the body of a Dire Wolf with Lucky, there's hope for the rest of you, but not if we don't stick together."

Silveressa nodded after a moments thought, "You're right, still, I'm worried about Rosie too, and if she even knows something's happened, that's assuming time flows here the same as it does there, for all we know a life time here is a handful of seconds back in our dimension."

Lucky tilted his head at her words, the animal side of him urging him to nuzzle her, offer comfort and reassurance until she was once again calm and confidant, the human part of him recalling far to many episodes of Quantum Leap and Sliders for his own good. "This place is full of magic, I remember D&D having spells for planar walking, summoning and more, instead of looking for a way home we could hunt for a way to bring Rosie here, and help our friends that want to get back there at the same time."

Silveressa nodded, "It's worth looking into, the castle Lady K is from sounds like as good a place as any to head to, I'll see what everyone else thinks in the morning." She shivered again, the cold more biting now she had removed her thigh high leather boots, the longing for a cold weather sleeping bag suddenly overwhelming. "I really wish the GM had made a point to tell us how bloody cold it was in this area so we could buy the proper gear for ourselves."

Lucky whined softly in agreement, sliding along side her and pressing himself against her, letting his body heat warm her. "Just be glad you didn't decide on a chain mail bikini." He quipped, yipping softly in laughter.

Silveressa giggled and nodded, snuggling closer against his fur, the warmth and comfort compounding her drowsiness. "I bet you'd just love to see me in one of those." She told him sleepily.

Lucky panted slightly at the vision it conjured to mind, primal urges stirring within him, warring briefly against his own need for sleep before emerging as the firm victor. "You don't need chain mail lingerie to turn my head, or Lucky's." he growled softly, licking the side of her neck.

Silveressa opened her eyes a bit wider at the response her comment elicited, shaking her head and smiling gently. "You're both incorrigible you know that? More so now you share the same body; Not a word of complaint tomorrow about not getting enough sleep." She told him quietly, closing her eyes and losing herself to the moment.
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OCC / Re: Guardians of the Citadel OOC
« Last post by Murometz on October 21, 2014, 02:45:18 AM »
This is EchoMirage...  7:00-7:57
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RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Silveressa on October 21, 2014, 01:19:14 AM »
Silveressa looked up in alarm at Mystic's perplexing reaction, her voice warm and reassuring, "Easy now, easy, you're going to be just fine, take a deep breath and try to relax, the only voices you' re hearing are those of us right here." She gave the rest of the group a worried expression before starting to turn her attention back to Mystic, her concerns about his mental well being momentarily forgotten as Tusserk spoke. "I'd recommend against posting watches solo, a single sentry can be overwhelmed much easier than a pair, plus two sentries have a lower chance of falling asleep than a lone one." She looked around at her friends and sighed in exhaustion, her own desire for sleep growing with each passing hour.

She yawned and caught Lucky's gaze for a moment, gesturing to her tent meaningfully, giving him her best we need to talk, now, expression. "We can sort out details in the morning, by the sounds of it the troll has plenty to eat this night and won't come hunting for a while yet, if he shows before then I have some torches, and we can fight or flee as each of us sees fit, but if none of us get any rest we'll be in poor shape to make decisions come dawn, let alone fight."

She sighed and knelt down to crawl into her tent, giving a backwards glance at the group, "Kindly wake us when its our turn to take watch."
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RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Tusserk on October 21, 2014, 12:07:58 AM »
"While throwing my new body away for a suicide mission does not appeal to me, running away is hardly going to get our levels raised." Poking at his abs with a slight smirk on his face, Tusserk kept his gaze towards the vilage the female had come from. "If this world does run off of the game mechanics of the game, we need to find out and fast. Eventually we will get into a situation where running will just get us cut down from behind. I would prefer to know the rules before that were to happen."

"As for watch duty, I can take the last shift. Predawn is the most natural time that an enemy will attack, unless they have night vision. Do trolls have night vision?"
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Cosmic Pluralism / Chalk and Fire: The Prequel
« Last post by Pariah on October 20, 2014, 10:43:53 PM »
Space Opera/Cyberpunk

Setting to be limited to the Solar System, in the game world research is currently ongoing into FTL travel, at the forefront of this field is Dr Metzi (because if I already named the guy I might as well us him again)

Date: 2163, because those are fun numbers...

Interplanetary travel is helped along by the existence of Light Gates, which (this is going to be a shocker) are gates that allow ships to travel between them at the speed of light. 

FTL communications are possible thanks to the (need name for ansible network) a staggeringly complex system of interconnected entangled particle thingies (see last C&F thread for specifics)

Pulling directly from the Star Wars prequel movies for inspiration (bad movies CAN have good ideas, no matter what CP might've said), the system is currently governed by the United System Alliance, under a largely republican form of government (and I mean that in the dictionary sense of the word, not current US party meaning) unfortunately outter system Separatists a straining against the yoke of the system.  Their biggest gripes, what with the fact that basically all trade to and from their colonies/homes needs to travel through a Gate in order to reach anywhere in a reasonable amount of time, is the fact that GateCorp has a government backed monopoly of the technologies behind the gates.  This further grates the fringers because GateCorp is most definately an inner system corporation, so all the money flows into the pockets of those already rich folks on Luna, Mars, and (to a lesser extent), Terra.

A brief history:
2028 - Mars One colony fails due to series of unfortunate events, next resupply launch skipped.  Launch in 2031 founds Mars Two on site of failed colony, renamed Remembrance in 2061.

2034 - First habitat in a Lagrange point (L1), built primarily to support a proposed lunar colonization effort.  Over the next six years habitats are to be found in all five Lagrange points.

2035 - First lunar colony establish in Tycho crater, primarily a mining colony for the extraction of He3, Lithium, Europium (et cetera et cetera) this colony develops over the next 50 years into the preeminent research hub of the solar system, home to Tycho University.

2039 - Antono Jozafo publishes theory and proof that objects with mass can be forced to travel at speed of light between 2 points.

2041 - Gate Corp founded.

2042 - Artificial Gravity developed PKU, energy requirements limit it us in planet/moon bound colonies.  It will be 25 years before advances in miniaturization finally allow their use in even the largest of space craft.

2045 - First two Gates opened, at the L5 of earth and Mars, over then next 30 years Gates are deployed to all major bodies in the solar system, and numerous minor ones, allowing the rapid expansion of humanity throughout the system.

2067 - The Gate station at earth's L5 becomes the first space station with artificial gravity generation.  3 more stations will install similar systems before the 20 year war.

2071 - WW3 (aka the 20 years war) with hostilities beginning on earth, it was originally called world war three, but because they were not limited to terra itself, a more accurate name might be the 20 years war.  Over the length of the war, roughly 60% of the human race is killed, whether due to direct action or because supplies were cut to outlying colonies that were unable to sustain themselves during the war.  By the end of the war, earth's population has been reduced to approximately 3 billion (accounting for about 2/3 of the casualties).  The victors, hoping to prevent any more such wars, united under a single world government, which was quickly expanded to include the whole solar system.  Thus the United System Alliance was formed on the basis of "Let's never do that again."

Thanks to lessons learned during the initial round of colonization, the population of earth builds a collection of arcologies and sets about rebuilding the ecosystem of the planet, a process that will be nearing it's final stages in 2163. 

2090's to now - second round of colonization, much more efficient than the first due to the fact that most of the Gates are still intact, combined with artificial gravity for reactionless drives and all the lessons learned during the first round means that stuff goes smoother.

Subs to write:
Light Gates
Ansibles
Gate Corp (possibly include in main Gate sub)
United System Alliance (how government functions, peacekeeping forces, interplanetary relations)
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RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by MysticMoon on October 20, 2014, 10:22:24 PM »
Mystic jumped up and started batting at his head.

"No, no, it's not real! It's not real! There's no one! No voices!"
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RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Murometz on October 20, 2014, 08:26:57 PM »
"Mystic? buddy? It's me!" Mystic heard a voice in his skull everywhere and nowhere at the same time. As he stared at the fire.

The giant warrior flexed his muscles involuntarily and peered around confused...

"Dozus! Val! It's me! Professor Charles Aton! Is this working? Can you hear me? I tried communicating before, no luck...Hey, who's the guy with the spear?"

"Can't really control--no--may try----forms-- If you don't----from-----chemist------gone."

A big, fat spark exploded out of the fire, and dissipated in the air harmlessly. Baby started crying.




 


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RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Murometz on October 20, 2014, 08:12:35 PM »
"I am fine, the child is well. We are unhurt. It didn't find us. There may be others, aye, some fled toward the castle, some..." she left that part unsaid. Approaching the fire, she sat cross-legged beside it, and warmed the babe.

"Aye, Coldmoat.." she addressed Echo, after a quick double-take at both Echo and Sil, denoting their elvishness...

"The local Lord, aye, Lady Karkayla Rodden, widow of Lord Rodden. Coldmoat is their castle and lands. They usually send a score of rangers, whenever a troll leaves the Soulmarsh vast to raid...but no one came this time." She concluded and stared once more at the dire-wolf ripping into the deer haunch.



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RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Lady Wolf on October 20, 2014, 08:01:49 PM »
"You're making an assumption this place follows the same rules as the game setting to a fault," Lucky said gazing at the deer with longing before refocusing on his friends, "By the game you Echo, have 2 hit points, that to me would make you sickly, dying, somehow infirm, like Raistlin in Dragonlance, but you seem to be in perfect health. If you only have two hp then a little jab in the arm with a sharp stick would make you go into convulsions and die, you don't seem that fragile to me." She paused to let her opinion sink in.

"I am just pointing out that we are living creatures, and we should think ourselves as such, not arbitrary collections of hit points; any one of us could be instantly killed by a lowly 1d4 dagger if it was to be driven though the back of our necks, even those of us with more than four hit points, or even eight if you count criticals. I'm not saying to fight the troll, but I am saying not to assume we are somehow stronger or weaker because of numbers on a piece of paper, and the same holds true for everyone and thing we encounter, just because there are no game rules for blood loss from every sword strike, does not mean we are immune from bleeding to death from a single sword cut across the chest if it is not treated."

He cringed slightly, suddenly self conscious at his speech and attention it drew to him, the smell of the freshly prepared deer intruding upon his thoughts relentlessly. With a growl of frustration he leaned over and grabbed a leg of the deer, carrying it a short distance away to gnaw on in peace and hopefully silence the primal hunger that gnawed inside him further worries beyond the sweet bloody meat before him quickly forgotten for the time being.
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Greetings Traveler / Re: Greetings To You All
« Last post by The_Gekko_State on October 20, 2014, 07:33:24 PM »
Hello Grothar!  :D

I saw the guilds and the dwarf one but wasn't sure how they work.  How do they work? :huh:

I'll try post some of my ideas tomorrow.
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