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Post by Radiodragon on Jan 16, 2012 23:09:47 GMT -6
You seize your position as the MAGE OF BLOOD, and enter the Land of Beat and Glow. After finishing up your conversation with Stebia, you make the long climb down to the little used front door of your hive. You emerge in a dark forest. Massive trees surround you on all sides obscuring the daylight completely with their large, leafy canopy.
bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum...
bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum... *repeat until the end of time*
Now what in the outer realms could that be? The air pulsates around you and the ground tremble ever so slightly. In the distance you see small orbs of light dance and pulse along with the repeating beat.
--Show Spritelog--
MANTADADSPRITE: I suppose I should be grateful that you cared enough to resurrect me.
Isaard: Yes, you should.
Isaard: ...
Isaard: I suppose that I should apologize for my thoughts towards you earlier today.
MANTADADSPRITE: Yes, you should.
The words just hang in the air for a while before you both silently decide to let the issue drop. Neither of you are any good at apologies anyway.
MANTADADSPRITE: On a side note you will be glad to hear that your life long wish has come true.
Isaard: And what would that be?
MANTADADSPRITE: You are one of the last trolls in existence.
MANTADADSPRITE: You are finally alone.
Isaard: Not yet, not yet...
So here you stand at the start of a great journey, what will you do?
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Post by Quakerlol on Jan 17, 2012 6:51:24 GMT -6
==> Examine your planet a little more. What can you see?
OR
==> Contact Kyanas
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Post by Radiodragon on Feb 13, 2012 22:57:10 GMT -6
==> Contact Kyanas Ah yes, you had been meaning to speak with her once you had gotten settled in your world. You sort through the troll dewy decimal system to find your Pentatop and begin- Oh! She has already contacted you, perfect timing. herobound.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=pester2&action=display&thread=75Alright, time to rap this up. [10:01] ET: Anyway, I sh(..)uld get (..)ff and find s(..)me (..)f th(..)se imps[10:01] SS: Theyy will start climbing into yyour hive otherwise.[10:01] ET: Really?[10:01] SS: YYep.You get a sudden sinking feeling in the pit of your digestive organ. [10:02] ET: ... Wait just a m(..)ment.You use yet another of your teleports (seriously you need to conserve those) to get to your library. The magical energy dissipates to reveal.... no. Oh no. Oh Hell No. OH HELL F*CKING NO! You see blackish creatures of various physical descriptions running a muck in YOUR PERSONAL LIBRARY!! THAT TEARS IT THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE RESPONSE TO THIS! STRIFEYou reflexively mutter your words of power and spread your fingers out as a bolt of magic is shot out. It hits its target, an imp that was harassing one of your volumes, dead center. The creature explodes into several colorful objects, but you don't have much time to examine them before the rest of the imps converge on your position. You call out a few more well place missiles, but the black creatures begin to overwhelm you. Diving out of the way of one of them you dash in between the bookcases. As they give chase you pop out from cover and zap a few more of them. Thankfully these creatures don't seem to be that smart, because you are able to use that same strategy until all but one of them is dead. You must admit that you are taking your time with this one, you knock over some books in one direction, and watch the creature whip its head around, it starts to back out of the book shelves slowly and that is when you teleport up behind him (WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT CONSERVING THOSE THINGS), and cut his poor, unaware, head off. You practically leap up you echeladder obtaining the coveted rank of Nihilistic Neophyte, earning a whoping 500 boondollars as well as 300 build grist and 85 shale, and as icing on the cake you are finally allowed to learn a new spell: Trap Runes. These suckers should keep those pesky imps of your hive! You place a whole bunch of them around the entrances of your hive. You feel physically and mentally exhausted. What will you do? |
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Post by Quakerlol on Feb 14, 2012 6:35:29 GMT -6
==> Tired? Take a nap!
OR:
==> Contact someone to gain intel.
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Post by Radiodragon on Feb 24, 2012 19:47:57 GMT -6
==> Contact someone to gain intel. Good idea, perhaps you can pry some info from information Aruale since she has been in the game longer than you have. *BWOOP* Or you could talk to this guy. herobound.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=pester2&action=display&thread=79[03:38] NN: Btw dude did you like......... ever get that infestation of squeakbeasts out of your tower...?[03:40] ET: Yes, alth(..)ugh it was a bit (..)f-- wait a m(..)ment, h(..)w did y(..)u kn(..)w ab(..)ut the squeakbeasts, n(..)t t(..) menti(..)n that I live in a t(..)wer?[03:41] NN: Like......... Stebia told me...[03:41] ET: (..)h f(..)r the l(..)ve (..)f...[03:41] ET: Is n(..)thing private anym(..)re?[03:42] NN: Well......... this is like......... Stebia we are talking here...[03:44] ET: Exactly h(..)w much d(..) y(..)u kn(..)w?[03:53] NN: I can like......... tell you what you had for breakfast...[03:54] ET: ...[03:54] ET: Pr(..)ve it.[03:55] NN: Like......... first you had two eggs...[03:56] NN: Scrambled...[03:56] NN: Like......... then a side of bacon... 2 slices...[03:57] NN: Two pieces of toast...[03:58] NN: Like......... finally you had had your like......... customary cup of black awakening elixir...[04:01] NN: Oh like......... and you take it with a little cream......... and only enough sugar to like......... take the edge off...[04:01] NN: "S(..) as n(..)t t(..) sp(..)il it's r(..)bust flav(..)r..."Oh god. Oh god, you have got to talk to this girl, she is blowing this semi-friendship WAY out of proportion. Whatever, what does this guy even want? A sword? Uh... You have no idea what he is talking about. You certainly don't have an embarrassingly large collection of deadly blades that you keep in perfect condition. Nope. What ever gave you that ridiculous conception? Okay FINE! You love swords, you always have, is that so wrong? Yes it is a massive highblood stereotype, and yes you have done everything in your power to disassociate with highbloods, but come on, swords are cool! You love how they whoosh as they cut through the air, you love how the steel looks and feels. You have been building up your collection for years now, and you had finally acquired the extremely rare vorpal sword. The Vorpal Sword has no equal, it is the sharpest, hardest, and oldest blade on Alternia. How it got into the hands of a rainbowdrinker coven you will never know, but it is yours now and that is all that matters. Ugh is this guy still talking? Man he is persistent. [04:24] ET: Fine, which (..)ne d(..) y(..)u want?[04:24] NN: Um......... like the best one...?Oh there is no way he is getting the Vorpal Blade no way in-- 04:27] NN: Btw you like......... know how to send them right...?[04:27] ET: Send them?[04:28] NN: Like yeah...[04:28] NN: You can send me the like......... captcha code for it and I can like make my own...Okay. So apparently he will be getting it after all. No point in holding out on him. You Teleport down to your armory... wait huh? Crap you are out of teleports (SEE I TOLD YOU BRO, I WARNED YOU ABOUT THAT TELEPORT LIMIT). Okay so you walk down into your armory and fetch the blade. You also file away the information you learned about the equipment. Now you feel tired again. ==> Tired? Take a nap! That sounds pretty good actually, you think you'll just head up to your respite block and-- *BWOOP* herobound.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=pester2&action=display&thread=83It's Stebia. You don't like have the we're just semi-friends conversation at this moment, so you just end up answering questions about magic for a while. You also gain some interesting new equipment. Now you really do need sleep. You crawl into your recoupracoon and drift off to sleep. (Isaard is entering Derse now, this thread will resume when he awakens) |
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Post by Quakerlol on Jun 2, 2012 9:01:44 GMT -6
==> Wake up!
==> Talk to Stebia, she has something for you
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Post by Radiodragon on Aug 21, 2012 21:06:36 GMT -6
==> Wake up! ==> Talk to Stebia, she has something for you You awaken from your odd dream in the warm slime of your recuperacoon. You can hear your trolling client making its best attempt to get your attention before you even open your eyes, so you sleepily paw at your pentatop to answer whomever it is. Only then do you decide to open your eyes. The creature you see could be scary on its own merits, it was pale and sickly looking, its circular mouth held many rows of sharp looking teeth, its gaping empty eye sockets took up a considerable portion of its face, and its fingers were long and spindly, with cruel looking claws on each one, but what took this creature from being merely scary to absolutely horrifying was that it was two inches from your face. Naturally, you handle yourself with the dignity fitting your station. After you are finished there is sopor slime everywhere, you are huddled up in one corner clutching your pentatop, the creature is huddled in another corner, and your recuperacoon is on fire. Like you said, dignity. Oh it is Stebia trolling you. What a surprise. Might as well find out what she wants. herobound.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=pester2&action=display&thread=92Well. That was certainly a worthwhile conversation. But before we get ahead of ourselves let's go over what we established. 1. You got your ancestral weapon. 2. Stebia found a ruined courtblock underground. 3. You got. Your ancestral. Weapon. 4. The creature can talk. 5.Stebia cannot see or hear said creature. 6. You. Got. Your. Ancestral. Weapon. 7. Stebia has documents that she cannot decipher which may have information that the Condesce doesn't want people seeing. Oh and, YOU GOT YOUR ANCESTRAL MOTHERFUCKING WEAPON! You are literally flipping the fuck out over this! That is right, literally. You are performing acrobatic fornication with the air over this. The weapon is normal sized for a dagger, but it practically radiates magic. When your hand touches it, glowing runes in the blade light up. It is in old Alternian, the direct translation to modern Alternian is, "A Flux in the Aether." Kind of a mouth full. You decide to rename the blade, "The Aether's Flux." You decide to try and reach out to it with your magic and WOW! You feel like your magical strength has been doubled! You cannot wait to kill some imps with this. ==> The Creature dumbass, don't forget that guy is still there. What? Oh yeah right. You totally forgot. You turn Aether's Flux on the creature, and demand to know what it wants. "You must come with me, my Magister. We need you." Its voice is barely above a whisper but it feels like it is coming from every direction at once. "Why the hell w(..)uld I want t(..) d(..) that? Y(..)u just scared the living pr(..)cessed waste (..)ut of me!""But staring at a sleeper two inches away from their face until they awaken is the customary greeting in our land. I thought you would prefer this seeing as you are our dark savior." It sounds almost hurt. "Right s(..)rry, I was just a little startled. Wait, dark savi(..)r? What d(..) y(..)u mean?"The one who is prophesied to come and direct the ancient blood ritual to save our people from destruction."Wait, think game logic here. This must be your quest. "Alright, I am game. But first we have t(..) rescue my lusus, and Alchemize s(..)me equipment." This is acceptable, it replies, "but please hurry Magister."You begin casting your teleportation spell, making a mental note to never fall asleep here again. |
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Post by Quakerlol on Aug 22, 2012 9:15:30 GMT -6
==> Maybe before you leave you should make your recuperacoon be, you know. Not on fire.
==> Go save your lusus!
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Post by Radiodragon on Dec 29, 2012 1:10:58 GMT -6
==> Maybe before you leave you should make your recuperacoon be, you know. Not on fire.
Oh, right. You should probably take care of that. You weave the aether into a minor ward against oxygen around the recuperacoon and let the fire burn itself out.
Now, onto business.
==> Go save your lusus!
With pleasure. You feel Aether's Flux pulse with magical energy as you actually make a decent use out of your teleport spell. Suddenly you are on the roof of your tower. You take only a few seconds to survey the battle scene. Mantadad is locked in pitched strife with a few dozen scattered imps and three ogres that appear to be leading the assault. You teleport behind one of the ogres and allow the Aether's Flux taste flesh for the first time in centuries. The ogre's neck spills forth gore, and in the haze of viscous mist you announce your presence on the battlefield. When the rest of the imps turn to watch one of their leaders explode into various piles of grist, a group of them are immediately vaporized by the energy beams of Mantadadsprite. Your next move is to teleport outside of the now growing mob, and unleash a hail of magic missiles to cover you as you strafe the outskirts of the fight. Your perplexing movements allow for the quick extermination of several more imps by Mantadadsprite, but you must find a way to deal with the last two ogres.
Any ideas?
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Post by Quakerlol on Dec 30, 2012 8:53:11 GMT -6
==> Make two very lucky crits: roll to confirm.
==> Call down fire from the heavens!
==> Just stab them, you know you want to.
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Post by Shipfish on Jan 4, 2013 11:00:11 GMT -6
==> Gog only knows there is at least one Kyanas in the trees watching to make sure this goes right, call her down to smack up one of the ogres.
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