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Post by Radiodragon on Nov 23, 2011 23:19:00 GMT -6
You forgo both options in favor of gaining more information about the other players.
See "Isaard pesters Kyanas"
Well, that was productive. You are pleased that there are still trolls with functioning brains on Alternia.
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Post by Quakerlol on Nov 24, 2011 8:40:09 GMT -6
==> Geez, lighten up. Do you have to be so serious all the time?
==> Okay, now expound on the horrorterrors.
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Post by Radiodragon on Nov 25, 2011 13:53:23 GMT -6
==> Okay, now expound on the horrorterrors.
You cannot hope to explain them. They are incomprehensible to mortal minds. You have no inkling of their motives for helping you, but they have never given you a reason to doubt them. All of their advice has been advantageous to you. They also have kept you safe from being culled for any reason. You speculate that this is because the HorrorTerrors have better things for you to be doing then finding a matesprite or kismesis. Oh you feel you Sky mantadad's psychic call telling you that he is home.
What will you do?
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Post by Quakerlol on Nov 25, 2011 15:43:30 GMT -6
==> Mess with Mantadad! Or go check out the library.
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Post by Radiodragon on Dec 3, 2011 10:24:42 GMT -6
==> Mess with Mantadad! Or go check out the library.
You suppose you should see how the old lusus is doing, conveniently the landing dock is on the way to the library, and you just happen to need something from there. You enter the library. It was quite a large room when you built it, and it has only gotten bigger since then. You walk briskly through the isles toward your destination, a small desk in one of the back corners of the library. This noble piece of furniture is not made from the sinister blood mahogany, but it has served you well enough. On the desk is a heavy leather bound tome with your symbol adorned in gold on it's cover. You leaf through your ancestor's journal with out much interest. Decoding the journal has been a side project of yours for a long time now, with still no success. You have tried all of the codes, ALL OF THEM with still no lu-HEY WAIT! You remember this particular page, because you had spent a week trying to decoded it, you can even see the place where some of your black awakening elixir had been spilled. You had copied down the symbols on it numerous times. You KNOW what this page is supposed to look like, it's DIFFERENT today! Is this f-ing book rearranging itself!? ARGH!!! HOW THE HELL ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO FIGURE THIS THING OUT IF IT KEEPS CHANGING!
You just captchalog the journal in your library modus till you can deal with it. In your rage you accidentally knock over you waste paper bucket. What? Oh yeah, you know what buckets are used for, mantadad made sure of that. It's more of an ironic joke to yourself. A rather vulgar joke, but merely a joke. Besides you need some thing to put your waste paper in, and no one is going to see it. Even if they did they would immediately get the joke. Nope, there is no possible way for anyone to misinterpret this. You continue on your way to the landing dock to see you lusus. Sky Manta's are very rare lusi. They seldom leave the upper atmosphere's to go to the wriggling caves. All Sky Manta are psychic though just how powerful they are has never been accurately recorded. Speaking of psychic, you feel the words of your lusus creep into your mind as you enter the dock.
I'm fine, how are you? That's good. Thank you for breakfast. Wait what? No I will not get out of the hive today! I don't care if there's a cute blueblood down the west side of the mountain, I don't need a matesprit. Okay, I really don't care that a purpleblood is being a horrible little bastard, their all like that! Look, I keep telling you that the HorrorTerrors are protecting me from being culled. No, they didn't raise me, but at this point they might as well have! Yeah, you heard me! At least they support me and my interests, all you ever do is try to play matchmaker! Fine, fly wherever you want I'm going back to the observation deck.
You use your teleport spell again, you should refrain from using that anymore tonight you only get like five of them per night, and arrive back on the observation deck. It wasn't really a shouting match. It was all done telepathically, anyone who saw the two of you would just see you and Mantadad giving each other increasingly nasty glares. You look out over the starlit sky.
BOOM
What the hell was that? You look where the sound came from. It appears that a meteor has struck the forest. Huh. Odd. You look up again at the sky, and then you see them. Hundreds of meteors are streaming across the sky. Suddenly you feel the awesome and terrible voice that has guided you your entire life.
[glow=red,23]IT HAS BEGUN[/glow]
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Post by Quakerlol on Dec 3, 2011 11:09:51 GMT -6
==> OH SNAP!!! Quick, pester someone about this SHOCKING DEVELOPMENT!!!!
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Post by Shipfish on Dec 3, 2011 22:37:47 GMT -6
==> Try to figure out how people failed to notice the hundred-odd meteors streaking towards the planet before they entered the atmosphere.
==> Gather your needful items.
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Post by Radiodragon on Dec 22, 2011 22:53:22 GMT -6
==> Perform the dangerous and possibly lethal "Author's Supreme Indulgence" technique to take full control, for the sake of keep all stories in the same time frame. You are NOT having a good day. After the voice of Mantorok nearly scared you to death, you ran around checking to see if one of your books had a spell of meteor warding. They did not. You spent the remaining the next few minutes proceeding calmly to your respite block, and certainly not flipping the f*** out. Nope. No flipping what so ever. Contact the Sea Dweller and obtain the game
(or die by a meteor, your choice)==> Troll Lerena Oh don't worry you will. herobound.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=pester&thread=45&page=1You hate highbloods, your own bloodcolor notwithstanding. Although you really ought to stop destroying other people's computers. That could be come old very fast. You feel better now though, tell that fishblood to go stuff it was oddly cathartic. However you were a bit disappointed that she didn't want to look at your books. You picked all of them out specifically to convey your feelings of extreme displea- WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU SAYING? Oh Xel'lotath you really are going insane. Ok you should probably contact Kyanas, but now the author has relinquished his hold on the story, so anything could happen. What will you do? |
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Post by Quakerlol on Dec 23, 2011 8:48:37 GMT -6
==> Blackrom: Hapen. (where doing this man)
==> Gather the requisite materials for your success, and then pester the heck out of Kyanas!
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Post by Shipfish on Dec 29, 2011 13:56:33 GMT -6
==> Do eet, do the pester. (it sounds like a dance...)
OR
==> Dance like a madtroll!
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Post by Radiodragon on Jan 5, 2012 21:57:16 GMT -6
==> Gather the requisite materials for your success, and then pester the heck out of Kyanas! Good idea, you quickly search your tower for materials that you may want to have on hand in the game. You already found your ancestor's journal and knife, but nevertheless you return to your library for a few tomes that might still be of use. You collect your "Volume of the Magically Dubious," the "Book of Extinguished Light Magic," and of course "Blood Magic: Casting from Hit Points." You pass up the "Necronomicon: Ex Mortis," because that book was written by hacks. You also dip into the tower treasury and take a silver coin, a gold coin, and one bag of assorted gemstones. Finally you make sure you have a few extra robes just in case. You return to your room and contact Kyanas. herobound.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=pester&action=display&thread=49That was satisfyingly productive. You have the foresight to clear out a space in your library before you continue on with the game. Alright now to contact Stebia. herobound.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=pester&action=display&thread=57Your alchemiter brings forth your artifact; an alter with a maiden laying on top, a knife at her side. Ritualistic virgin sacrifices? Is it Thursday already? You step up slowly to the alter and take hold of the knife. It could be the dramatic tension in the air or the fact that you have an audience, but you can't help reveling in the act of stabbing the sublime sculpture. BANG FLASH |
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