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Post by tungstenTinkerer on May 25, 2012 21:12:07 GMT -5
Most importantly, is his clock broken? If you have a ticking clock not brandished with Law or Rain it may be him. From the behavior I'd say more Light than Life, really. Or maybe, there could be a missing clock. Count them, there is usually a very good reason for them not to be even-numbered.
Also, I don't think I can decipher the answer of your Seer if you don't give me the question.
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Post by waterBear on May 26, 2012 10:44:15 GMT -5
Ill go check right now.
I counted the clock casings since several of them have been emptied of their component parts and ones missing. I really dont like the looks of that. Could he have captchachalogued it maybe? The Seer told me something that Im pretty sure amounts to "they were like that when I got here" so I doubt it just got absorbed in the repair work somehow.
Id asked her what Aspect the Bard had. My exact words were something like "Hey what thingy did Nick have again?" and then she gave me a blank look and I added "The Bard. What else was his role?"
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Post by tungstenTinkerer on May 26, 2012 11:01:45 GMT -5
Ok. Is your session a "standard" one, i.e. you have the game disk released from SkaiaNet inc.? Those usually have access to a restricted number of aspects. Even "custom" sessions show a certain repeatability, but those can always have some weird new aspects. Did you see a "Light" clock around? the "Light" sign looks like a sun. For comparison, "Life" looks like vines.
If it's a standard one, 22 players should be enough to exhaust all the aspects, and doubles are unheard of, so if you see one missing, you know what you to expect, although I heard of some new aspects appearing even in standard sessions recently. No "L" in sight though.
Keep an eye out though. Messing with clocks can lead to gamebreaking faster than a lightboy can ollie outy from an atomyk ebonpyre. You may want to find out what's his deal before you end up not existing anymore.
Also, news on the wraiths? Still fighting? Did one win yet?
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Post by waterBear on May 26, 2012 11:43:24 GMT -5
For this session? It was downloaded from the internet so yeah not a standard one. I glanced around this site and the FAQ and I can confirm we have some unusual Aspects here. Glass Gold and Art are a few I can name right offhand.
In that room I saw the vines but not a sun. I guess that means hes Light?
I dont know about the Wraiths. Actually let me drag the Seer of Rain back in here. Ask her whatever you need to and she'll scry it. If it's something I already know I'll take over so you don't have to sift through the nonsense and metaphors.
So many things fall down and die but the wraiths do not. The butterfly swarms despite being lonely but his hopes and dreams are shattered. The flower field burns brilliant gold and red and the butterfly can do little to stop it! The dream must change! The butterfly must stop dreaming of being a philosopher and start dreaming of being a warrior! But there are others. Caterpillars have escaped on the wind with the aid of a hunter.
The BIDDEN still hunt their fox pelts, but the butterfly rebels against the others. The BIDD flamed the fields so the butterfly seeks to swarm them! He can claim his pelts later.
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Post by tungstenTinkerer on May 26, 2012 13:55:01 GMT -5
Hey, miss. Those caterpillars, where did they go? Do they still crawl? Will any of those become a butterfly to match the one you have?
WB, did you have a Scout and/or a Guide? is their death confirmed? If the clocks have been messed with, maybe they can't be trusted.
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Post by waterBear on May 26, 2012 14:35:21 GMT -5
One was one once but she gave away her wings. She was trapped, you see, and could not fly to battle. What use are wings that cannot fly? Better to give them away and take them back when the fields are no longer in danger. But it is too late now! The fields burn and she escapes with the hunter, never to take flight again! The caterpillars mourn their kin and seek to protect the one that once flew. They vow to give the hunter wings if he can do so.
Yeah we had both of those. Scout of... Art maybe? I think the Guide was Space. All of the clocks in that room are broken except for us two survivors so that seems pretty confirmed to me. I know that breaking the clocks breaks the player and since Miss Rains been taking them apart they're dead now even if they only made the clocks look broken.
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Post by waterBear on May 28, 2012 12:32:37 GMT -5
Im listing what we have available to us in case someone gets any ideas from them.
Weapons: Luck Be a Lady (a set of light-based throwing knives that give bonuses for called hits, bladekind) My Arm Is Complete Again (Straight razors no elemental bonuses seem to have an affinity for necks, bladekind) Shiv (My first weapon in this session, bladekind) Cockle Shells (silver bells that do elemental damage, bellkind) Pop Goes The Eardrums (horrible deafness inducing bells with a kick to them, bellkind) Cowbell (her first weapon, bellkind) Pew Pew (Time players laser gun, pistolkind) 73 People (complicated thingy that belonged to the Page, ???kind)
Clothes: Armor Of The Ancients (not as awesome as it sounds sadly) Gloves Of The Ancients Helm Of The Ancients Boots Of The Ancients Leggings Of The Ancients (I made a full set in hopes of a set bonus. No such luck) This Does Not Exist (invisible bulletproof vest) Bodacious Belt Tangle Buddies Tie-Dye Lavaproof Boots Diamond Helm
Stuff: Wristwatch Wrappings Old Laptop Hologram Headset Weird Bug (x3) Hardcandy O' Heals (x13) Hardcandy O' Heavenly Heals (x5) Roast Beast Potato Crisps (x2) Water (3 gallons) Squiddles Backpack Green Men Backpack String Thread Tangle O' Thread (Rain uses this for scrying somehow) Laws Of Derse Vol. 3 Laws of Angels Vol. 2 Pen and Paper Screwdriver (phillips flat and hex) Wrench Hammer Clockwork And whatevers in the Clock Room
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Post by genesisArtificer on May 28, 2012 15:31:09 GMT -5
Oh man you have Laws of Derse.
Ok, so if you have lots of Grist and can find a way to the Alchemiter (maybe this unholy space dunderfuck would lead you to your domicle?) Alchemise it with your weapons.
Biggest LAW Charge just after Batsuit. If your enemy has done something that breaks the Law of Derse it would do critical attacks to it. Also, you are a Hero of Law, that makes you almost the chosen wielder of such a weapon.
Alchemize Laws of Angels and Weird Bug, it should remove the corrupting factor from piece that carries ANGEL charge. You may use the product to alchemize thing that carries MADNESS charge, suitable for your Seer. Maybe better scrying device?
Also as a Guide of Law you should be good at sneaking. Law is all about cloaking in Night, you know
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Post by waterBear on May 29, 2012 21:56:27 GMT -5
Ow. Ow. That very nearly went poorly.
I took your alchemy suggestions GA and now I have a thing called the Long Arm of the Law. Im used to daggers instead of swords though. Suppose I can shadow spar while we wait for a good time to contact the Prospitian Wraith. I also have a winged weird bug that I had no idea what to do with but was promptly claimed by Rain when I showed it to her. She put it in that weird tangle of string and said it worked better than an egg. Im not even going to ask.
The issue is I was jumped by DD while at the alchemiter. I think he was watching my house for signs of player activity. At least now I know this new sword works pretty well. It actually repelled him as in like the very touch of it is unimaginably painful.
I went ahead and alchemized Rain a new weapon out of the Laws of Angels a Weird Bug and her deafness bells. And a set of clockwork gloves that Im hoping will help her not screw up in the Clock Room. Speaking of which shes making grabbing motions at my computer.
Shambles work wonders but scramble the world. It is nearly time to undo the scramble and grow the god, but it is not time yet and things are still unclear. To force a deciphering would erase the god of the world. Unpleasant. Words from other worlds are unscrambled though. The criminal who BIdes his time is scrambled here but not there. Look through the plate of ink for me, the doubled mirrors! Tell the lawmaker what I cannot see!
"Lawmaker" means me. She's been calling me that ever since I was told my Aspect. I'm not entirely bad at deciphering her madness!
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Post by genesisArtificer on May 30, 2012 5:00:17 GMT -5
I have an educated guess what your Seer wants to say, but I am going to take her advice to heart and scramble the shit out of my words. No hard feelings WB, but I hope you understand jack shit
When I used to fly on a wings on white GOLD and starless inky sky I used a Mirror, not a web to catch shy wings of wisdom. Maybe Foundation is more straightforward than Endless Possibilities? Maybe those who teached you how to look were right faced and left handed, unlike Ivory Aeon of mine? Whatever works for contrarian, am I right, Scion of Cassandra and Pytia?
Oracle of Chorus and Screams, your Gordian Solution is as brilliant as your REWARD. If you are able to call the dead maggot and spin her into ebony MOTH, do this. Your LAWMAKER? What grey faced are against the crime of Iron death and flame unless they flutter? How are you? Is your larva fat and well? Could you both draw breath without exhaling graverot and staring in the eyes of Those Left Unseen? How did she escape with you? Where hides he-thinker of the vineyard, son of August garden? Can his Easter ways pave your path?
Oh, do you like you for whom the mad church tower tolls? The more solid cousin of yours gave me the idea.
I hope this tangle is balm for the fireworks you have inside your skull. Let the frozen ink chalice quench your thirst for advice again.
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Post by waterBear on May 30, 2012 11:50:30 GMT -5
Youre right I understood jack shit of that. Something about bugs and mythological references. I suppose I should maybe try to wrap my brain around it some more but augh.
The ones who spun the shamble showed me possibilities and impossibilities both, lies and truths. Politicians and nine-lived cats! They broke the mirror and made me a shamble of its shards but thread and life are less unruly. It is easier to tell deception when it is all deception, and what is more deceptive than thread and life?
I spin the maggot. Her cocoon is hard to fit but it is doable.
The LAWMAKER is fast, but the fall of water is faster! Sometimes law must flow instead of march, must dive into the depths of the lawless.
The lawmaker flees now. She does not understand clouds and water and the cocoon is growing. Perhaps I will spin a bed of its silk once it has hatched.
The scion of Dionysus lives among white-gold ballrooms like a rat among grapes. Spreads plague without knowing so, worships the white-gold without knowing why! Abandons his duties to the vineyard! I am more worthy of the mad god than he!
Better though is the church tower. It tolls well and mightily and with great accuracy! It will strike twelve when the cocoon hatches.
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Post by genesisArtificer on May 30, 2012 12:50:06 GMT -5
Be the Persephone, mad Oracle, and shepherd the butterflies and moths from the Underworld. Be Arachne, kind spinner, and weave the tapestry of your victory.
Will the false Dionysus betray himself as a Cain? Will the vineyard burn, and the bitter ash will make him see what he is? You know the cracked tomb, do you? you know how he pulverizes his own seedlings?
Fine like a pomegranate spirit, stare in the tangled inkweb of your Tyrian Pyre, tell me your sights! But be vary of traitorous eyes behind the substance and the curtains. A true thespian never listens to the prompter that cannot act for itself, and you are more than that, Conductor! Do not listen to their tongues, never mind the temptations, you know how it ended our great Ancestors, Fausts and Walpurgis
Save the prosecutor, weave her lightly, grey face will not know the subtle charm of silk, at least for now.
WB: I am pretty sure that Derse heightened my ability to understand madness.
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Post by waterBear on May 30, 2012 17:48:45 GMT -5
The butterflies have lost their wings. We all have. I will try to grow them new wings of copper and brass but wire does not match silken lace. There is a hole in the world through which they can be led, and then they will become my loom.
The scion of Dionysus betrays his own mind unknowingly. He is enraptured by the white-gold ballrooms, but in trying to assist he poisons. He has already given one set of wings to the wrong butterfly and destroyed many others.
Spiders whisper whisper whisper to him, pretending to be on his side. I tore myself from their webs but he flew to them himself, ensnared by a promise of color and gold and a painting that ages in his place.
You ask of sights? It is sounds I see and smell. The shamble speaks to me in riddles and the laughter of birds. I speak back to it through the grub in the cocoon. Together we weave a tapestry of decay and fear, but of hope as well. The butterfly dreaming of being a philosopher is the key. Without him, all shall fall into the shadows and be lost among the whisper whisper whispers.
Im back. Had to go have a case of the heebie jeebies when she started tying up that weird bug. Augh, the squirming! What did you even tell her? If I get out of here Im going to have to look into learning how madness-talk works.
Also, she has like three duplicates working in the Clock Room now. Just thought you ought to know.
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Post by ventricularPipefitter on May 30, 2012 18:38:15 GMT -5
Oh man, she's deep into the madness place. Wow, this brings back memories. Three clock duplicates? If this works, you'll have reinforcements on the way to deal with the prospitian 'Wraith.
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Spectral lady, cocoon-spinner, a know-seeker, plot-planner begs query. I am by slime tool-crafter, story-builder. Gear-wright, are ye? A net of brasswire wings and white eyespots, to lure the dreamers in, if I ken? Well-woven!
I wish to build a bridge. Would that I may catch thy vapor birds with a sieve, strain for pith and unscramble the eggs, for as much as this dreamer may ken, for dreamers more parallel?
[I'm asking if she minds if I translate for the rest of y'all not so good at madness and Rain. And if she's trying what I think she's trying, it's a hell of a plan and I wish you the best of luck.]
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Post by waterBear on May 30, 2012 22:09:28 GMT -5
I meant ordinary [Tangled Waltz] duplicates actually. I suspect that at the rate theyre working well either have clock duplicates or horrible monstrosities soon. Reinforcements would be nice but Im a bit iffy about the possibility of getting the latter.
Gearwrights have more experience than this oracle but this Pythia has the Voices. Though they speak in laughter and bubbles they know how to weave copper lace and brass thread. Pythia is the voice of the gods, not her own will.
A bridge is a grand undertaking indeed but if the gossamer strands of iron can take the wind without rusting then there is no need to forget to dream it! Any dreamer can dream a bridge, but only craftsmen can dream one of mountains' roots and the sound of a cat's steps.
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