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Post by Radiodragon on Nov 19, 2011 21:58:36 GMT -6
Isaard Striso stood in darkness. He didn't know where he was and had no recollection of how he had gotten there. Attempting to gain his bearings he peered into the shadows and let his eyes adjust. Slowly he began to make out shapes in the murky haze. Clearer and clearer, the shapes became beings of incomprehensible design. Their flesh was not flesh, their anatomy beyond any biological reasoning. Normally a mortal mind could not bear the grotesqueness of the beings forms, as such the darkness served as a buffer to Isaard. Suddenly the stagnant air was filled with an alien sound. The sound switched to a higher pitch, then reverted back to the lower. The sounds then began to fluctuate rapidly. They were... singing, that was the only way to describe it. The song carried a definite emotion of sadness and loss.
Isaard sat bolt upright in his recuperacoon, shivering even in the warm sopor slime. The Horrorterrors were restless, that much was certain. He checked the clock in his room, still a few hours before he would have to get ready, and laid back down into his recuperacoon to let his mind drift across the void of sleep. Isaard had always been able to hear them. Even in during his wriggler trials the whispers of the Noble Circle of Horrorterrors comforted him, guided him, and much like today horrified him. Enveloped by the slime, he let those memories of darkness and struggle wash over him, until he felt the psychic tickle of his lusus urging him to get up and get on with the night.
Well... no point in putting it off. Isaard clambered out of his recuperacoon, making his way to the bathroom.
After the usual monotony of troll hygenics, Isaard gave one final look in the mirror. His mirror image brushed his fingers through his hair and ran his finger over his horn loop. Isaard arched an eyebrow. "Couldn't have been easy growing up with that thing," he chuckled to himself. His hand reached over to the diamond horn file that Stebia had given him. He had let it slip in one of his troll logs that his wriggling day was during that particular week, and Stebia in a completely predictable fashion made a huge issue out of it. In the end she said that this was the only thing she could think to get him on such short notice, making it sound like it was his fault, even though he never asked for a present in the first place! Normally this would be a very useful tool, as most horn files go dull quickly, but to Isaard it was just bitterly ironic. Still, he had to admit it was a kind gesture misguided as it was, and he still kept it on his sink if only as a joke to himself. This sweep he had gotten Stebia a state of the art ore detector for her wriggling day. Unfortunately, after this she began to refer to herself as his moirail. He really needed to have a talk with her when they met tonight.
Leaving the bathroom, Isaard put on some clothes and stepped out onto his tower's observation platform. His Sky Manta Lusus already had breakfast set out for him along with the customary pot of black awakening elixir. As Isaard sat down his lusus flew off to get it's own breakfast from filtered air particles. He sipped his elixir as he watched the last remnants of the Alternia disappear over the horizon, and the first glimmering stars made their presence known. Tonight was going to be interesting, that much was certain.
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Post by Quakerlol on Nov 20, 2011 11:30:18 GMT -6
Isaard: Moo like a musclebeast and fart in your recuperacoon.
Or, alternatively:
Isaard: Ruminate on the nature of your quadrants. Surely you must have some opinion on them!
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Post by Radiodragon on Nov 20, 2011 14:42:16 GMT -6
==> Ruminate on the nature of your quadrants.
As you sit on the observation platform your mind drifts back to your quadrants, and your opinions there on. Sweet radiant Azathoth do you have opinions on them. Usually young trolls scramble to fill their quadrants in a mix of desire for companionship and conflict, and the fear of being culled for not benefiting troll society. However, the HorrorTerrors have assured you that you'll never have to deal with imperial drones, and all desire to be around others at length was stomped out of you at a young age. Besides that, you can't see how any of the quadrants are supposed to work in the real world. Matespritship is far too annoying and complex to deal with at length. If you hate someone enough to call them your kismesis then just kill them and be done with it. Letting someone who continually upsets you and gets in your way live is completely impractical. Auspisticeship: If two trolls want to bicker until someone throws a punch then that's their own problem, don't get anyone else involved. Moiraillegience is just... well you can't think of reason to despise it but you still hate the idea of being forced to have one. In summation F*** the quadrants. You finish breakfast and clear the table. You really should get your things together for the game, but the caves beneath your tower beckon, and you library is so cozy this time of evening.
What will you do?
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Post by Quakerlol on Nov 20, 2011 14:50:43 GMT -6
==> Diiiiiid somebody say moirallegiance? What about that troll you were thinking about earlier? What are your thoughts on her?!?!
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Post by Radiodragon on Nov 20, 2011 15:30:54 GMT -6
==> Diiiiiid somebody say moirallegiance? What about that troll you were thinking about earlier? What are your thoughts on her?!?!
Oh for the love of mother grub's thorax you had nearly forgotten about Stebia for a moment but NOOOOOOOOO! You met her online in a forum about equal rights for lowbloods. There was some purpleblood troll was making a number of rude comments regarding the orangebloods in particular, and Stebia seemed to be getting very upset. This purple nookstain was starting to get on your nerves as well. Not that you have any particular care for lowbloods, or any blood for that matter. Its just that this guy would not shut up! So you simply stated that as a member of the nobility you didn't see why the lowbloods shouldn't be given the same rights as highbloods. You were NOT coming to her rescue, you just wanted to change the freaking subject already! Then the purple prat had the nerve to suggest that you were below him, and that if he ever met you he would make you BOW DOWN TO HIM! In rebuttal you blew up his computer with magic and asked the Noble Circle to fill the purple bone bulge bumper's dreams with an unholy vortex of fear and pain for the rest of his life! Afterwards Stebia PM'd you to thank you, and would chat with you when ever you were on. You have already discussed in detail the gift exchange story that followed. Now she's gotten it into her head that the two of you are in moirailigence. You haven't even met in person for Cthulhu's sake! You really do need to have a talk with her when you meet today, that is if she doesn't fall over laughing at you weird horn loop first. What have you gotten yourself into today? Your head hurts now and you just need to find a way to relax before this game starts.
What will you do?
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Post by Quakerlol on Nov 20, 2011 15:37:17 GMT -6
==> Examine room
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Post by Radiodragon on Nov 20, 2011 16:02:02 GMT -6
==> Examine room
What room? You're still standing out on the observation platform massaging your temples to relieve you aching head. You suppose that the table is worth note. It was made from the finest mahogany trees in the universe. Enchanted by ancient blood rituals to make their wood smooth and durable. Woe be to the one who underestimates the power of the blood mahogany wood. Its resplendent texture and color would be enough to bring tears to the eyes of even the most jaded lumberjack, and terrible enough to drive most men mad! It's said that when a carpenter reaches his final days he calls for blood mahogany wood so that he may create his master work out of the materials that will also be his undoing. You acquired this table from an travailing sales troll for a steal. They seemed all to happy to be rid of the merchandise for some reason.
Well now that you've given the dark and sinister history on your breakfast table what will you do now?
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Post by Quakerlol on Nov 20, 2011 16:03:45 GMT -6
==> Examine your bedroom, silly!
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Post by Radiodragon on Nov 20, 2011 21:10:50 GMT -6
==> Examine your bedroom, silly!
Well maybe those at the command console should be more specific!
Anyway, you suppose that you need to get some things from your room. You could walk, but you feel like flaunting your power for the moment. You cast Lesser Controlled Teleport and apearify in your room. You made the decision a long time ago start naming your spells according to a classification system that you had developed. It really helps avoiding confusion about what you are doing with your magic. Your room consists mainly of your recupracoon, your nightstand, and you computer. Your computer is on the higher end of things, wired directly into the aether matrix, and a dual pentagram core processor. Outside of this your room is pretty bare bones. Most of your fun stuff is either in you study or your library. There is, however, one thing that you did want to get from your room. You take your sacrificial dagger from the nightstand, and add it to your speciebus. You won't actually be using this dagger, hell you don't need any weapons at all. Your arcane might, gifted from the Noble Circle is more than suitable for combat. It's just that you feel a special connection to this knife you found, along with that mysterious book while you were building your tower. Oh yeah and you probably should have mentioned this earlier, but magic is real. Just FYI.
What will you do?
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Post by Quakerlol on Nov 21, 2011 6:14:04 GMT -6
==> Explain about the knife, the book, and the majyyks.
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Post by Shipfish on Nov 21, 2011 15:24:41 GMT -6
==> Pretend to use the dagger like the Subtle Knife. Don't actually do so, that could be bad. Just wave it around like a silly person.
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Post by Radiodragon on Nov 23, 2011 10:57:33 GMT -6
==> Explain about the knife, the book, and the majyyks.
Good grief, that certainly is a lot to explain. You might need to split this up for the sake of understandability.
1. Magic
Your arcane powers are a gift from the Noble Circle of Horror Terrors, though you may have said this before. Your not really sure how it works, in fact the whole concept of magic is kinda vague. The classification system, well now that you think about it seems silly. You have no idea why you brought it up... Though you (would) like to brag about your magic, you are not actually that powerful, yet. The only spells that you know at the moment are Magic Missile, a short range teleportation spell, and a long range spell of computer explosion. You would have had moreby now, but you have a distinct lack of skilled targets to practice on. You suppose you could always stay up early and hunt the undead for experience, but after that run in with a coven Rainbow drinkers, you don't want to.
2. The Book and Dagger
These are your prized possessions, you found them while you were scouting out hive locations. They were in, what apparently was, a collapsed tower. The book and dagger were hidden in a secret basement whose entrance you found while shifting through the rubble. You were immediately drawn to the pair of treasures. The book is a sturdy leather bound volume with gold laced into the leather. The dagger was an unbelievable work of weapon craft. It's blade was thin, still sharp, and the hilt was adorned with some form of beast from the outer circle and made to look like the blade was it's tongue. Another oddity was was the general feel of wrongness of the dagger, like some form of unnatural radiation. To top it all off each of the items has your symbol engraved into them. You are sure that these belonged to your ancestor, but you can't be sure as the book seems to have been written in the author's private cipher. You've worked for days on translating the code but to no avail. On the up side you got the great idea for your tower hive.
==> Pretend to use the dagger like the Subtle Knife. Don't actually do so, that could be bad. Just wave it around like a silly person.
You don't know what the Subtle Knife is, but you will indulge in some fancy knife plOUCH, SHARP!
(the author feels like he has lost some nerd cred for not reading that book)
What will you do?
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Post by Quakerlol on Nov 23, 2011 11:24:13 GMT -6
Wade: Lose all of the nerd cred (all of it) for not reading His Dark Materials. Seriously dude, go read the crap out of that series. Also Game of Thrones.
Isaard: Ancestor? Do you know anything else about him, maybe from your explorations?
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Post by Radiodragon on Nov 23, 2011 18:15:21 GMT -6
==>Isaard: Ancestor? Do you know anything else about him, maybe from your explorations?
Nope, sorry. All that you know is that you have his book and dagger. The cipher that the book is written in seems to have been made specifically to confound you, though.
What will you do?
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Post by Quakerlol on Nov 23, 2011 20:11:06 GMT -6
==> Use the decoder ring you found in your cereal to decipher the book
Or
==> Explain these Horrorterrors. What's their deal?
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