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A detonation absorbed the very essence sound itself, like the reality of a dream. It ate the passing of time and suspended mere milliseconds into minutes; minutes into hours. A white hot flash took out the great Iron Oak of Kherilen, the forest city's guardian and ancient relic. Its smoldering husk coiled reflexively as the white-gold energy nibbled its outer-most edges like fires drinks paper. These monsters pressed on foot after foot over so much lost life. Even Leeuwnye felt the horror touch her bones. They were completely unrelenting, driven as if by mad absolution alone, completely oblivious to the heavy taxation they burdened the very planet with. Could they not see the chaos in the elements? The way the energy of this planet swelled like inflammation of the skin? Or did they just not care? She nosed out of cover and shot the beast who was armed with the explosives with her Stingshot. Hard engineered chitin projectiles pounded their armour and shredded into their skin. With their active physiology, it took a fraction of the time for the infused poison to reach their hearts and drop them dead. Helpful when facing an enemy that could endure a body full of shrapnel. Quickly, Leeuwnye abandoned her position before the return fire and slid behind a hastily assembled trench on the main street. A young elf huddled there, unarmed and alone. He jumped when she scrambled by, his face all but the pure expression of fear. His mouth was open, but all that could be seen within was inky darkness; an Awakener. â€œHey there,â€ she started once she caught her breath. â€œWhat're you doing here? You need to get out of here and head south, it's safe on the other side of the river.â€ The boy shuddered. â€œNo,â€ the statement came within her mind. A hollow conviction with the deep resonant timbre of a Shade. â€œI cannot.â€ Leeuwnye stopped and softened, her voice friendly but demanding. â€œWhat's your name?â€ â€œNone. Not anymore...â€ The boy rose to his feet and eluded her hand so that she could not draw him back. He held out a small engraved stone; a dog tag, issued by the united elven forces. He stepped out into the open air and moved to the human forces. Their bullets ripped through his thin and soft body. His blood dispersed into mist in the air. His form did not fall, and that had them scared. With an arm extended, a writhing black vapor trailed its way to their front line. In seconds, their horrible screams rose from the battlefield. Noises like wild hogs at full volume. It died away with the fading of the boy's unnatural energy, and soon both foe and assailant crumpled to the ground in putrid heaps of meat and skin. Leeuwnye knew the tables had to be turn and they had to be turned now. Her entire squad was gone. The military presence was scattered. Most of the resistance came now directly from the very civilians that were fighting on the streets outside their homes. Backup is on the way. That's all she could tell herself. Communications were down. She needed to find friends fast if they hoped to hold out a frontline for anyone to back up.
First to arrive, just excellent. Patrick Bell lit a cigarette and pulled up an empty oil drum to sit on. He looked around the garage and sighed, still not believing he was actually going through with this. At least it was quiet, unlike his own garage - in past that is. He recalled how his wife would nag at him for smoking even in the garage. HIS garage, in HIS house, that HE paid for, by slaving away at HIS shit job. He'd tell her to shut up and fuck off if she didn't like it. And then one day she did. And now he smoked in the garage all he wanted. At least it's something familiar. he pondered. Everything else about today would be alien to him. Interacting with hardened criminals, planning a crime, acting. Time passed. Patrick checked his phone. The others would be arriving any moment now. He lit another cigarette and steeled himself, or at least tried to. He knew how nervous he was, he just hoped he didn't show it. Here he was, a 32 year old HR manager whose only past dealing with the law was speeding fines, about to join a crew of seasoned criminals to make plans to rob a bank. It seemed so impossible, but that was the exact allure of it. He would live a mediocre life devoid of luxury or joy if he stayed in his honest job, but here he had the chance to take one risk and become a millionaire overnight. Or end up in jail. What the fuck am I doing?
The Pact; Sci-fi/Fantasy Roleplay Thread Summary The Pact is a science-fantasy roleplay about futuristic space elves who find themselves invaded by an aggressive alien species and in the panic, the Elves of the planet Laell'ilen have turned to reviving ancient arts through the forming of a Pact; sacrificing something significant in order to bind beast, element, or spirit to the user for power. General Plot A small group of rag-tag Elves band together and play an instrumental role in spear-heading the counter-attack against invading forces. Information Elves have long since abandoned the practice of magic, seen and agreed upon as too dangerous and destructive.Elven culture is cooperative and creation-oriented. When they talk of welfare, they don't just mean the welfare of one, they commonly mean the welfare of the planet as a whole.Elves are bio-technological; they are essentially more organically inclined in ways exactly parallel to our mechanical society. We have a electric lights, they use bioluminescent lights.Elves still retain very low attunement to nature and the â€œsuperâ€natural; ghost stories aren't superstitious, they are only another plane of existence that they are familiar with and used to, and they are able to see changes in climate, nature, and weather that are imperceptible to humans.Humans are the aggressive invading alien species. In Elven perception, they are The Terminator. Humans are ugly, terrifying, aggressive, and nigh enduring creatures of destruction. They enjoy high stamina, high endurance, high pain tolerance, and high physical shock resistance (ie. they can endure invasive surgeries that cut up the body; Elves cannot, they would die of shock). Pacts Pacts can be made with: Schools of magic (fire, water, air, earth, light, dark, kinetic (think telekinesis))Elementals (fire, water, air, and earth golems or avatars)Spirits (shades or more animistic spirits; feel free to use your imagination)Beasts (gryphons, dragons, dire wolves, I don't care; feel free to use your imagination here, too)Pacts give you spells, the ability to manipulate the elements, supernatural abilities, or enhancements. Pacts with beasts become a companion-style relationship and you can gain the ability of the beast you are bound to (such as incredible eyesight and the ability to zoom if you make a pact with a giant eagle). Please do not choose things such as â€œflightâ€ unless you intend to ride the beast you are bound to. Pacts require great sacrifice, and these must be both fairly severe and also relevant as incredibly important losses for your characters. Get creative! Some examples of sacrifices include: Mental; losing empathy, the ability to feel emotions, aspects of one's â€œhumanity,â€ cognitive prowess, brain functions, etc.Physical; losing a sense (sight, smell/taste, touch), losing voice (becoming mute), losing limbs, becoming disfigured, partial or full paralysis etc.Existential; losing fertility, shortening life span, losing attunement to any other element or aspect except the one you bind to, losing loved ones, etc. Characters You character must be an Elf, but you are free to create/choose any typical RPG subspecies that you wish. You do not have to play an Elf who commits to a Pact, you can play a military-type or a civilian with a staunch resistance to the use of magic. Know that it is instinctive for Elves to feel the urge to turn to magic, and so it is a common internal struggle for someone who refuses to be seduced by the opportunity. The Game I want a small group for this (2-4 players maximum, including myself). Character must be approved because I want to make sure that they seemed balanced. Character Template [b]Name:[/b][b]Stage of Life:[/b] (Youth/Young Adult/Adult/Mature Adult/Elder)[b]Appearance:[/b](Be as brief or detailed as you wish)[b]Personality:[/b](Brief or thorough, it's up to you)[b]Background:[/b](Can be brief, be sure to bring up relevant information to the sacrifice made if it conveys the importance of it)[b]Ability:[/b](If applicable, describe Pact including what the character is bound to, what the character sacrificed, and what sort of spells/abilities/enhancements are gained from it)Any takers? Also, let me know if there's something too confusing or too convoluted. I originally made a pretty extensive setting and plot, and then realised it was probably way too detailed to be considered for a roleplay. I can modify this as is needed for accessibility purposes.
KoalaKidd posted a topic in Role Play DiscussionLong ago in the sacred mists, Our Lady Diae with hamlike fists Did rend the earth asunder. We pay tribute to her divine blunder. --Inscription on the main lintel of the Thirty-Fourth Temple of Diae THE PLACE We begin in the midsize and bustling town of Elros, a charming, if not somewhat mundane, locale packed to the gills with all the features one might expect as standard of such a town--bored sons of merchants, squabbling housewives, a mysterious and significant-seeming cat sitting in every third window. The thrust of the adventure, however, takes place in and around the Thirty-Fourth Temple of Diae. The temple is located at a convenient distance from the town, but not so convenient as to not qualify as an adventure. Being the thirty-fourth out of thirty-seven temples for Diae, it is not particularly important, and the crack over which it is located is generally regarded as a mistake by Diae. However, the surrounding woods and very swampy swamps hold their own particular charm. THE OBJECTIVE You received the following letter just a few days ago: Dear __X__, I am writing to you because you have recently come to my attention as a being of spirit, courage, and having extra time on your hands. I believe you know of the Thirty-Fourth Temple of Diae. A rumor has recently come to my attention that an artifact of significant value and unknown may lie within its depths. Because I am a man of relatively substantial means and unreasonably little patience, I must obtain this artifact at once. I will provide for the majority of your supplies.Should you accept this quest, I can offer you an impressive amount of gold and enough liquor to drown a goat. You will recognize the artifact by its radiant paint job and general aura of mystery and oldness. Please reply in haste. Yours, Geraldo Bombersput. TL;DR Standard medieval/fantasy setting, retrieving kinda crappy artifact from kinda crappy temple because kinda rich guy is paying you to, swamps, adventure, fun times. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Just something I thought might be fun, plus I need to practice and get the RP-ing going again. Post if you're interested! Open to all sorts of characters. Yay!