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Post by philosophicalServant on Apr 21, 2014 1:04:52 GMT -5
==> Wake Up You proceed to not wake up, as there is a multitude of rock crushing your ribs. The Promontory seems to be losing some parts right on top of you.
==> Struggle After struggling for seconds, you realize that you've been gagging and gasping for air instinctively, and have not been indeed, been crushed. You proceed to lift the rocks off of your armored coat chest, and sit up. No death for you yet. You can see the black sky from your Quest Bed. It seems that you are no longer in possession of the stasis ring, and have broken said stasis. You are at the peak of the Promontory, the greatest of your Skaian Summonings, with what seems to be a Quest Bed look-alike that had allowed you to speak with Echidna. Well, after that, you do have quite a bit of work cut out for you. Find the associated roles, have them do their tasks, and don't do yours? Well shit, it doesn't even make sense upon talking to yourself like some sort of deranged lunatic. You decide to speak to some of your deranged lunatic friends.
==> Deranged Lunatic Friends
CPS: Alright CPS: New plan CPS: I'm going to get my shit together. CPS: First, I'm heading to vG's planet CPS: Then uG's planet, CPS: Then cC's planet. CPS: Because I refuse to not know if they live. CPS: Not to know if they've been beaten or killed. CPS: This is our world, and we're taking it. CPS: Now, if you have any sort of objection, speak now. CPS: Or may God strike me down now if I do the wrong thing.
A chandelier dangling above your Quest Bed proceeds to fall, as you needlessly over-dramatize suplexing it into the floor.
Deinen: Good one. But I go on my own terms.
==> You attempt to make your way down the promontory, only to find that the staircase has disappeared. The balcony remains open, so you decide to ollie-outy this place. Kids and fun, right? Because what isn't fun about masterfully controlled arrow carpets? Obviously nothing, nothing at all.
==> Be the )Dame(
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Post by sømnølentScatterbrain on Apr 21, 2014 16:27:58 GMT -5
====-> Dame: Øh, that's yøu, lazyhead!
Smøke. Chimney. Røøf. Høuse. Yøu sløwly get tø see yøur destinatiøn as yøu walk øver the hill. Yøu arrive at the village. Yøu're nøt sø sure if yøu're øne tø speak, yøu haven't seen ør døn't want tø remember møst øf last sessiøn's øverwørld, but this seems huge. There's even a market square, møre øf an øval, in the middle. And the little critters. While they were nøt the møst pretty ønes, they were an enørmøus betterment frøm yøur previøus dip intø the game. Well, even cøndørs are preferable tø thøse weird eye creatures. Anyway, they eye yøu with this awaiting løøk, as yøu enter the børder. Yøu støp, ønce again feeling eyes øn yøu. Yøu døn't like the feeling. They knøw whø yøu are. They're judging yøu. They døn't like yøu. There's a cønspiracy against yøu gøing øn in this place, yøu feel it. Yøu cløse yøur eyes and... Yes, as yøu suspected, gøldenly glitter, sømething is gøing tø happen. Yøu hear a screech, and suddenly see a turmøil at the øther end øf the village. There's a crøwd of thøse bird-men gathering and they are cløsing. Øh nø! Yøu did nøt suspect they'd act this quick. Yøu try tø run, but feel yøurself unable tø møve, paralysed by their tiny, drilling, patient gaze. They. Are. Closing. Shøøt! They are tø cløse! Søøn everything will be øver, wether yøu want it ør nøt. The first øne is cøming. He grazes yøu with a feather.
SØMNIA: STØP!
Yøu øpen yøur eyes, ønly nøw realising yøu even cløsed them. The cøndør beføre yøu, whø had his wing stretched øut tøwards yøu, nøw cøntracted it. The crøwd started dispersing. There were still gazes, but less frequent. What did just happen? Yøu cløse yøur eyes. The event has passed. Cønsiderably less gøld glitter. That was it? SBURB sure is weird. It seemed like there was suppøsed tø be møre. Wait! Sømething. A memøry. Bøøk. Guide. New tøwn. SBURB. Zøøks. That was the Welcøming, wasn't it? Last sessiøn, the villagers kind øf førgøt abøut yøu. Nøt that yøu'd let them tøuch yøu anyway. Welcøming. Welcoming… The Secret Cønsørt! Yøur persønal quest giver. He shøuld have been in the crøwd. Where is he nøw? Where did he gø? Where tø check? The Tavern. Yøu walk up tø søme taverny løøking building, whilst ønce again checking yøur vøicemail. A few inførmal nøtes, three pøssibly dead, øne gøing tø check. Yøu shøuld prøbably try tø help, but yøu're unsure øf yøur strength. Althøugh… Yøu check øn yøur meta level stat. It seems in the time yøu were øbliviøus, yøu already did søme grinding. Seems yøu've risen søme ranks frøm Party Pøøper and are nøw a prøud Shøw Støpper. Yøu shøuld seriøusly check øut if yøu døn't have søme new abilities. Meanwhile, yøu pønder øn why the Welcøming wasn't set øff yet. Yøu shøuld have already cøme tø a village by nøw. Tøø little inførmatiøn. Yøu'll find øut later. Yøu quickly send a message, while walking thrøugh the tavern's døør.
CSS: Øne øbjectiøn øn my side. CSS: It's dangerøus tø gø aløne. CSS: If they are silent because øf danger, it møst prøbably still is there. CSS: I'll cøme øver tø yøur planet, yøu set up a visible place tø meet. CSS: I'm jøining in øn the fun.
The tavern is full but silent. As yøu enter, everyøne's eyes land øn yøu. Yøu try tø ignøre it, and just walk up tø the cøunter, asking før water. There's søme giggling arøund the crøwd, but yøu make nøthing øf it, its yøur head vs. yøur reputatiøn. Head has tø stay clear. Yøu løøk arøund the røøm, all øf thøse birds nøt even hiding their penetrating gaze. Yøu cløse yøur eyes. Økey, this cørner. Yøu turn tø grab the glass, inspect its cøntent, sigh løudly, and just set it aside, yøu'll get better water, if that was water, the last yøu checked it shøuldn't be pinkish, later. Yøu prøceed tø stand up and møve tøwards the darkest cørner, feeling a tad øf unease as yøu neared.
SØMNIA: I hear yøu knøw a løt abøut this place. CONSORT: That depends on what you're looking for. SØMNIA: A way. Ør rather, the directiøns theretø. CONSORT: What can I, but a simple condor, do against that? SØMNIA: Well, nøthing, is what a supøsedly usual being cøuld dø. SØMNIA: Yøu're nøt usual thøugh, are yøu? CONSORT: Stop mumbling my child. SØMNIA: Yøu have a little... SØMNIA: Secret. CONSORT: You! How can you know? CONSORT: Now that I have been revealed I have to tell you everything! SØMNIA: Just the directiøns wøuld suffi-- CONSORT: BEHOLD! SECRET SCRIBE: For I am the Secret Scribe! Now I will proceed to tell you the story of this land. It all started many, many years ago, in a place called the Endless ∅...
This is gøing tø be a løng day. Yøu høpe he actually has the inførmatiøn yøu need, and the cønversatiøn isn't før nøthing.
====-> Dame: Please, let us miss øut øn this. Let's be sømeøne else.
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Post by philosophicalServant on Apr 24, 2014 23:51:27 GMT -5
==> You proceed to land your fancy arrow in the side of the [Pinnacle of Miracles], putting yet another glowing arrow into the side of it, as per the usual. By observation alone, you can see at least seven of them, as this is your "stopping spot" for all traveling. You haven't really found the use for that neato bed up there, besides waking up on the battlefield once. Good times, you think. But, this is not the matter of importance. It is your possible rescue mission of fellow cosplaymates and friends. So, you decide to read up on previous memos speaking of their lands. You can currently work under those harsh weather conditions with your temperature controlled clothing, but the snow, I mean water on vG's planet may be a problem. Well, maybe you can find something in your house that combats water.
==> Ascend You proceed to take multiple arrows, stab them slowly up the tree in a stair like fashion, and walk up nonchalantly. It was definitely necessary to save your friends, guaranteed. You proceed to enter your living room, which has three Imps playing with your novelty Dungeons and Dragons DM Guide with matching Black starred dice. Maybe one game couldn't hurt. You tell yourself this as you take over as Dungeon Master, and send the Imps on their first quest, as three level 1 bards. Their class system is kind of fucked, but why not.
==> STUPID You realize how stupid this is, playing a fantasy tabletop game with monsters, which aren't even capable of rolling a D20. You proceed to politely throw their badventurer selves out of your home, and enter the garage.
==> Garage You proceed to enter the garage, adjacent to the front door of your house. Inside are multiple tools from your father's previous mechanical escapades, such as screws, hammers, wrenches, and an old glass of what you think is Iced Tea. To your right, hanging loosely off of a rusted steel hanger are orange fishing pants, a fishing jacket, and a discarded fishing rod, broken about half-way down the string. You decide to carry the set of clothes in your ARRAY.MDS file, which has more than enough space. Now you think that vG and cC's planet are fine. At least you think it was cC's planet with extreme heat. Hm? Someone already replied to your pestering.
CPS: Oh, I guess I could use some help. It's pretty dangerous as it is. CPS: So, I guess you can meet me at the top of my [Pinnacle of Miracles] CPS: It's the big tower with multiple arrows barely in it. CPS: Hopefully, we won't need to make this a rescue mission, but just in case, bring some heat and water resistant stuff.a CPS: Also, one more thing, mind if I get everyone's names? CPS: For the sake of formalities, and I guess it puts me at ease.
===> What are You Waiting For? Become the )Knight(
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Post by iD/sR/sT on Apr 28, 2014 9:44:59 GMT -5
==> ==> You are now the Knight.
==> Get the memo. iD: Oh iD: Yea thats a good idea iD: Cause Im used to hot stuff iD: Wait what is iD: Whatever iD: Ill be there
==> Alchemize You && the two together and make some INSULATORY COATS for really cheap.
==> PCHOOOOO You blast off to LOEAP.
==> ==> You continue blasting off until you reach the Pinnacle of Miracles.
==? Does this thing ever run out of fuel? It used to. You fixed that.
==> ==>
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Post by sømnølentScatterbrain on May 1, 2014 19:53:01 GMT -5
====-> Dame: ==>==>.
Thankfully, the øld geezer had the inførmatiøn. Yøu're really happy abøut that. Yøu døn't knøw what yøu'd have døne tø him if he hadn't. Anyway, yøu're øn yøur way tøwards the pørtal. They said it was abøut half a day øf føøtwørk, but there alsø was an express mail ca∅avan just leaving tøwn, yøu gøt yøurself a place øn it. øf cøurse nøt før free. There's always sømething they want. And this time, it's yøur prøtectiøn. A fair enøugh price, but still, aren't yøu their herø? Shøuldn't it be free? It seems tø be a børing trip anyway, excluding the ridiculøus speed yøu're gøing at. These peøple like their mail punctual. Yøu just løøk arøund, at the blurry surrøundings, absentmindedly scratching at yøur eye patch. That is until...
====-> Dame: Fall.
Wait what!? Gøddess damn, that seemed almøst spider-sense like. Yøu grab høld øf the side øf the caravan, when it suddenly cømpletely støps. This wøuld have thrøwn yøu øut the frønt in nø time, yøu'd have prøbably been just a bløød splatter øn the røad. Yøu mean, høw fast was this gøing. 2∅∅km/h. A bit møre. Shøuldn't yøu be dead an∅ways? Yøu gather yøurself up and løøk øut tø see what's happening. And as yøu peek øut, yøu spy, with yøur single eye, bandits, ør what seems tø be a crime. They are trying tø røb yøu. øh, and the mail-bird tøø. Yøu løøk at them ønce again, and tø yøur surprise, see søme bøxes pøp up øver their heads. They are gølden. Uuu. Exiting. Yøu cløse yøur eye. They are still there. Gøddess, this will prøbably lead tø insømnia. They seem tø be søme sørt øf pøwer, søme Flux. And they cøntain letters. Beføre yøu seem tø stand, three (3) desert imps, 4∅hp, and øne (1) desert øver imp, 5∅hp. They seem weak. Strøng enøugh tø take øn øne bird, but nøt før yøu. Maybe yøu can negøtiate sømething øut. Yøu step frøm behind the caravan, and reveal yøur hands, cøntaining nøthing but yøur trusty mørgenstern.
SØMNIA: Yøu have thr∅e secønds, beføre I will start harming yøu. SØMNIA: Leave us aløne. SØMNIA: Nøthing will happen here.
They løøk at yøu. All øf them. They døn't seem tø have any løng range weapøns, sø tø fight, they'd have tø get intø yøur flail range. Nøw that yøu think øf it, yøu prøbably didn't even had tø have yøur mørgenstern øut, yøu'd intimidate them with a søle løøk. Well, yøu like tø be flashy sømetimes. The imps gather in a grøup, and start discussing, søøn after they back øff, but the leader seems tø stand his place. He gets cløser, and yøu get a better løøk øf his bøx. Debuff: Drunk. Sø, he's a little dumber nøw. And he wants tø fight. Yøu'll dø it øn yøur rules thøugh.
SØMNIA: Far møre than three secønds have passed, but yøu seem tø be sløw in mind, sø I'll give it tø yøu this time. SØMNIA: Yøur time is gøne, nøw we shall duel. SØMNIA: A fair, øne ø∅ øne match, withøut any weapøns. SØMNIA: I wøuldn't harm a man in a møment øf his weakness.
Well, yøu møst definitely wøuld, but this way, maybe yøu cøuld get søme pet imps. fear them intø submissiøn, replace their leader. Yøu wish yøu knew høw the imp søcial structure wørks. Anyway, it's wørth a try. Winning in a fair battle. Yøu discard, ør rather card, yøur weapøn.
SØMNIA: The battle will begin in 3... 2... 1... Start.
Yøu løøk at the imp, and the imps a little farther away, then back at the bird man. The imp seems tø understand what's gøing øn, and has started cløsing tøwards yøu, and circling yøu in. Yøu wait a littlebit møre, just picking up yøur defense. Arøund an eight øf a cir∅le døne, he leashes at yøu, trying tø slice at yøu with it's claws. Yøu easily dødge, but as he passes by yøu, yøu get øne bit øf inførmatiøn frøm the card. Timepiecekind. Wait, where's his hønør. Yøu mean, it's a duel. Yøu see his hand next tø yøu, in that pøsitiøn after his slice, and realize sømething is happening arøund it. A few flickers, and an alarm cløck materializes in his hand. The hand løwers cønsiderably, prøbably the cløck being heavy. He cøntinues his slice as yøu get ready tø jump. He swings the heavy cløck spinning all arøund, and yøu jump øut øf its way just in time. Heavy means sløw. He gets a løt øf cøøldøwn because øf that møve. Yøu step in as he helplessly tries tø sløw the cløck's mømentum. Uppercut. Yøu see the lifepøints springing øut øf him. 25/5∅. He gøt høld øf the cløck's speed again. Anøther mighty swing, but nøt quick enøugh. Nøt having the surprise element øf the first swing, yøu manage tø sidestep this øne easily. Step øut, step in. This time yøu gø før the simple punch tø the stømach. It hits ha∅d, sø hard he slides back a little. 5/5∅. He hølds his hand tø his chest, then caughs viølently ønce. Life pøints spurt øut. Yøu hit sømething vital. 4/5∅. And the bøx shøws, 'bleeding'. Must be internal. He takes his eyes back up, tøwards yøu, and discards the cløck. Yøu think he's søber nøw, that was a smart møve. The next øne isn't thøugh, as he starts shøuting, and charges at yøu. Yøu start tø dødge tø the side, but then he makes øne møre errør. He cløses his eyes. Yøu slide in behind him, and wrap yøu arm arøund his thrøat. Then, yøu take yøur øther arm back, and punch him hard intø the middle øf his back. As yøu presumed, at this little health it started being møre brittle. Yøu get yøur hand thrøugh. He løøks at yøu hand sticking frøm his chest, as he sløwly dematerializes intø pixels and løøt. Yøu rigten yøur cløthes and dust øff yøur palms. 3 secønd. A løt tøø much før øne imp, but at least a shøw. Yøu løøk tø see if there's any reactiøn in the øther imps, but there are ønly dustcøuds where they støød. Run ør jøin. They tøøk the run. Yøu shøuld ask arøund abøut imp culture. At least the bird man started thanking yøu and asked if he cøuld dø anything før yøu. Yøu just replied, the quick ride. And ø∅f yøu've gøne. Shørtly thereafter the bøth øf yøu were at the gate, wer yøur ways parted.
====-> Dame: Transpørtalize.
Yøu løøk up tø the gate. It løks black, yøu høpe it isn't deactivated. Well, here gøes nøthing. Yøu jump up and grab øntø sømething, the get a feeling øf deta∅hedness. *Pløp* Yøu are in a new Extreme.
====-> Psych: Be sømeøne else.
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Post by philosophicalServant on May 6, 2014 17:35:08 GMT -5
==> Get Psyched You have been promptly "psyched out" by the Somnia that you do not know yet, but will soon.
==> ==> Everyone seems to be making their way to your uber speshul Pinnacle of Miracles as it was deemed in the memo. This is good, now you will need to establish a plan before they are here in mere minutes. You think over the prerequisites of this mission. Don't die. Sounds easy enough, right?
==> Bum Around You decide to plant your rump on the Quest Bed, get super comfy all up on this. This goes on for a short while, until you realize that you are not feeling tired in the slightest. Probably the Schrodinger's Bed Bug on page 379. "If a bed has lost it's previous use, or it is broken, the player will remain in a state between awake and sleep, not drifting into either until they attempt to leave the bed." Well that was a fun read, but you think it's time to get up from this bed, and meet with that being flying straight at you with a never-ending jetpack
==> Get Up You attempt to get up, and by the law of Schrodinger's Bed, you get up, and do not drift into the Dream World. Huh.
Deinen: AHOY THERE!
==> Jetpacker: Yar Har Har?
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Post by sømnølentScatterbrain on May 7, 2014 19:23:01 GMT -5
====-> Jetpacker: Har Har Har?Wait? A jetpack! That's a great idea. Had yøu ønly remembered tø remember. Øh my Gøddess, traveling wøuld have been sø much easier with øne øf these. Unførtunately, yøu'd have tø gø back høme tø make øne nøw, which yøu're certain, yøu're pretty far frøm. Yøu're nøt even sure where yøur høme is. Well, yøu'll just have tø scallywag øn føøt, unlike mighty air pirates. Shøøt yøu in yøur hands, why didn't yøu think øf this earlier. Yøu definitely need tø build a zeppelin. Søme kind øf flying ship. Hide Landrats, før the days øf clear skies are øver. Yøu declare this atmøsphere yøur territøry. Well, daydreams aside. Yøu're sømewhere... Sømewhere. There's s∅me path. And an arrøw stuck in the grøund. It has fate written all øver it. Actually scratch that, that wøuld be silly. It døesn't have fate literally written all øver it, but as yøu løøk at it, the bøx øver it states "Fate". That seems tø be a pretty clear indicatør. Yøu gøt the land right! The ønly thing left is tø find the pinnacle. Fate wørked in a straight førward manner, didn't it? Sø shøuld the arrøws then. Which means, Yøu shøuld gø in the directiøn øppøsite tø the arrøw, and yøu shøuld find its søurce. Nøw yøu have a directiøn. Unførtunately, cøincidentally the directiøn seems tø be a pit. Yøu'll have tø gø arøund it. Sømething is wrøng thøugh. Ør at least... Different. Yøu get yøur head døwn tø the grøund and løøk førwards. Yes, t∅ere it is. A curve. Yøu see the curve. Yøu're sure yøu didn't øn yøur planet. Yøu've wøken up with yøur head øn the grøund enøugh times. This wørld has tø be terribly small. The better før yøu, yøur search wøn't take as løng. Yøu set øut tø find the øthers. ====-> Dame: Tarry.
Yøu støp in yøur tracks as yøu hear a rattle frøm the nearby bush. There was a bøunce. Bøuncy nøise. Søme møre rattling. Yøu hear screaming. Cønsørts screaming and gurgling. Why are cønsørts screaming and gurgling? Is sømeøne killing them øff? Yøu step intø the bushes, and at yøur feet yøu see søme kind øf øbject. Yøu're nøt sure what tø describe it as, but i∅ løøked like a røunded stellated dødecahedrøn. Døesn't matter. Screaming. Yøu peek øutside the bushes, just in time tø see a grøup øf squids jump arøund øn each øther in what seemed a giant squid sandwitc∅. Well, withøut the bread. Yøu feel there's nø butter tøø. They jump arøund and make these terrible tørtured nøises. Yøu think they are children. Playing children. Shøøt, why dø playng children always søund as if sømeøne was ripping their skin øff. Well, at least yøu føund sømething. A squid village must be sømewhere nearby, maybe they'll have søme inførmatiøn øn the pin∅acle. Yøu gø førwards, and just as the squids stand up tø greet yøu, yøu try its again. SØMNIA: Støp.It wørks. They leave yøu aløne. Yøu walk lønely intø the tøwn, and gø straight tø the biggest building. Yep, it's the mayør's høme. Ør at least, there's a squid in there, with a band saying mayør øn it. It alsø has a mønøcle and a møustache, signs øf high class and pøsitiøn, but yøu feel it lacks s∅mething. Sømething øn tøp øf it. Like a gløve, ønly før yøur head. A tøp gløve. Yøu løøk at him, and then giggle a little. Nøøø... That wøuld just be ridiculøus. Impøssible. Whø wøuld wear such a thing. Yøu gø up tø the mayør. S∅MNIA: H∅llø. I assume yøu're the mayør in here.Awaiting an answer, yøu get a full inkløad spit øn yøur fac∅. ====-> Quick: Døn't press the buttøn.
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Post by iD/sR/sT on May 8, 2014 0:16:23 GMT -5
==> Jetpacker: Yar har har! You arrive at Deinen's Pinnacle of Miracles. You slow to a stop in mid-air and captchalogue your jet pack. Clare: What are you some kind of pirate Clare: By the way I have no idea what pirates are Clare: Sooo Clare: Deinen right Clare: I dont weve met in person before Clare: Hope I have enough time to get to know you before your somewhat likely demise Clare: Im Clare Clare: Clare Sanders ... Clare: Did I say something wrong
==> Be Abigail sR: |Oh yes.| sR: |I suppose we should introduce ourselves.| sR: |I'm Abigail Kao.| sR: |Native Guard of Law.| iD: Im Clare Sanders eA: I'm Ethan Acre.
==> Be the ?)someone else(?.
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Post by philosophicalServant on May 14, 2014 20:09:50 GMT -5
==> I Ain't Your Average "Someone Else" As the jetpacking figure lands on your pinnacle of miracles, it unstraps said jetpack from it's jetback. You briefly chuckle at your amazing pun, and proceed to make nice dialogue with this person, and great! They can speak as well. Deinen: Hey there. Deinen: Welcome to my Pinnacle of Miracles Deinen: I mean "Pinnacle of Miracles" Deinen: So make yourself at home. No baddies are around here anymore, so we're safe on this planet. Deinen: And don't be startled if sudden ink explosions come your way, it's the native tongue of these cute guys. You proceed to lift a lime squid from your side up to the face of Clare, and abruptly blast the black goop. You are outright laughing to this. Deinen: Meh, gotta appreciate the little things, right? Deinen: And apparently sS is on the way here too for the mission. Deinen: And if my calculations are correct, he/she should be arriving... You proceed to pull out your hardcover SBURB book and tab to the middle or so. Your eyes light up, and you point to a certain page. You decide to show Clare, it's a good book after all, and it just isn't like you to keep away a good book. You are currently pointing to a page titled "Sequence Breaking for SBOOBS" It seems to be showing points in time along with their allotted timestamps, and it seems that the next one is right on time. Deinen: Now! On the horizon, the black gate entry gate from player's planets gleams, as the word "EXTREME" is played obnoxiously loud in your mind. A small thud is heard in the distance, and you decide that it's time to get the party together. But it's strange, you don't remember the squids making the sound of being clobbered. ==> Clobberer:
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Post by iD/sR/sT on May 23, 2014 18:02:01 GMT -5
==> Clare: Respond Clare: Blegh Clare: Some of the ink got in my mouth Clare: Doesnt taste very good Clare: Those squid remind me of that Clare: That Clare: What was it called Clare: Whatever Clare: Nice book you got there Clare: Where did you get that
==> Be Abigail sR: |I think you have enough people there.| sR: |I'm going to go do quests.|
==> Do quests. You proceed to do retarded fetch quests to obtain piles upon piles of boonbucks. Now, to get back on track with the scheduled story.
==> Clobberer:
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Post by sømnølentScatterbrain on May 28, 2014 20:06:27 GMT -5
====-> Dame: Strike.
After a few møre misunderstandings, apparently the native language øf these peøple isn't being punched in the face, ør at least they didn't really see the gøød intentiøns øf yøur actiøns, yøu managed tø sørt things øut. Yøu prøbably cøuld have knøwn that they wøuld spit ink. They were squid peøple. Well, cøunterargument, they cøuld have knøwn yøu wøuld punch them, yøu have arms. Anyway, yøu're øn yøur way. And yøu still can taste the apple pie øn yøur face. Well, at least things went better ∅fter the bar fight in the tøwn hall had støpped. They gave yøu directiøn tø, well, sømewhere... But yøu're still heading tøwards the Pinnacle. And yøu think yøu see it nøw. It's nøt that far away. Øn yøur way up yøu get yøur watch. Ø Gøddess, løøk at the time! Yøu're late! Did yøu even set a time yøu shøuld meet? Well, yøu're sure yøu're late anyway. Yøu run intø the distance, cløsing the distance tø the P∅nnacle øf Miracles. Whilst running yøu løøk up, and while the sky is theøretically clear, yøu cøld feel sømething. Øh yes. Yøur øther eye. Seems it still wørked that way. Seems yøu gøt Seered. There was a gølden streak thrøugh the middle øf the sky. Sømething impørtant flew by, by the løøk øf it, recently. Seems yøu're heading in it's directiøn. And speaking øf gøld, the Pinnacle itself seems tø be fløwing in pøtential. Yøu høpe this means allies, nøt enemies. Yøu start climbing, wishing there was an easier way tø get up there. Søme way tø g∅t a better grip than pure møuntain. Søme kind øf ledge, ønly møre øf them. Nah, that wøuldn't wørk. Før nøw, anyway, yøu just have tø dø it øn føøt. And after a while, yøu reach the tøp. Yøur heart is pumping heavily, yøu prøbably shøuld exercise møre. Førtunately yøu see beføre yøu three peøple, all øf which døn't seem tø want tø attack yøu. Yøur gølden eye tells yøu the being in frønt øf yøu are in fact, the Knight øf Døøm, the Scøut øf Space and the Heir øf Fate. Yøu løøk at the arrøw that yøu have actually taken the time tø take with yøu, it was a real help whilst climbing, and gø up tø the Heir.
SØMNIA: Here, I believe that's yøurs.
Yøu get a cløser løøk øn the bøx. Sh∅velkind? Yøu didn't see øne øf thøse yet, did yøu? That, and a t∅nt øf sømet∅ing yøu ca∅'t put yøur finger ø∅. S∅ems.∅. red∅ish. M∅ssy. Better nø∅ løøk intø it, until yøu knøw what yøu're døing.
SØMNIA: Sørry før being late. SØMNIA: I really need tø invest intø a møde øf løkømøtiøn.
Yøu take a secønd tø strecth. It ∅as a pretty high climb after all.
SØMNIA: Sø... When are we gøing?
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Post by philosophicalServant on Jun 1, 2014 23:40:00 GMT -5
==> Attend Multitude of Serious Buisness Deinen: This? It just showed up with the game. Deinen: Doesn't every copy get an instruction manual? Deinen: But, it's so handy, and it just tells me what's up, know what I mean?
That's strange. You almost swore that another person was not beside you, but in fact, there is another person beside you. Now there are three people on this thing, different from the previous two that you had counted only moments earlier. Weird. Regardless, you can hear the incredibly subtle noise of tentacle-punching fade, and the peace of the land returns. This would at least be the case, had you not laid arrows in everything, they make a pulsating noise, but it's like music to your ears. It would definitely be a shame if somebody had to carry one of those things around besides you. The new person seems to speak a small while with Clare, and "jump" off the pinnacle, and bound across the land. Probably not to do something like quests or anything, cause even though quests are totally cool, you wonder if they were here for your mission. As you had expected, it was a short lived meeting, not like you even met the person, let alone knew who they were. Regardless, the sound of quiet panting is heard to the left of your "group", and it is slowly growing closer to you. This might be interesting. Much to your surprise, what you find climbing the Pinnacle of Miracles is a girl, who is simply packing one of your arrows under her arm. Sure, it doesn't fit into the dimension of under her arm, but I guess it does? Like some sort of reality bending stuff.
SØMNIA: Here, I believe that's yours.
She hands you the arrow, balancing the flat end on her hands, now into yours. You decide to just break the arrow, as it dissolves into pixel-looking particles. She lifts her arms skywards in a stretching position, while feinting a look into your strife deck, but you bet it's nothing. One of her eyes seem a bit off, and her skin reminds you of someone, but you can't place it, like it was in a dream.
SØMNIA: Sørry før being late. SØMNIA: I need tø invest intø a møde øf løkømøtiøn
SØMNIA: Sø... When are we going?
Deinen: If everyone is prepared, I would suggest leaving as fast as possible. Deinen: Also, you're Somnia, correct? Deinen: And you're Clare, good. But might I ask who she was? Deinen: Anyways, make yourselves at home, we can peacefully stay here as long as we need. Deinen: Since no monsters ever come around, except for a dumb party of 2edgy4me Drow Elf Imps. They took my D20 as well. Deinen: As I can see, you've made quite a name already Somnia. I'll go apologize to the villagers, be right back.
==> Serious Buisness: Conclude
==> _______: Initiate Sort of Sorts
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Post by philosophicalServant on Jul 18, 2014 20:28:01 GMT -5
Is anyone still here? I know this was to chronicle our adventure, and only to chronicle, but this can't go on. It has been months since I've seen one of my other players, and I don't think I will last long at this rate.
We had left to scout the planet of virtuallyGazing, to find him in his basement, dead. We regrouped, and I had taken his pendant, it wasn't his time yet. Afterwards, it was down to Somnia, Clare, and myself. It wasn't looking good in the slightest. Upon checking the planet of our other MIA player, unapologeticallyGenius, the heart of his land had been crushed into the ground, angels swarming inside that disgusting hunk of heart. His pendant was found beneath said heart, which I am currently in possession of.
From then on, I haven't seen Clare or Somnia. I've spoken with my Heir, which simply took form of a mirror, and told me that I had to move on. He was surprisingly a nice guy. I've stolen the heart of my land. The angels have now taken residency on the surface, no havoc, no sounds, they would simply leave after having me pet them, like they were peaceful. Now, I tell the reason I have returned.
If anyone has figured out cross-session travel, then you can meet me in my session, to purge the King. If you are unaware of how, you must ask the angels to take you to Alnachus. Alnachus is the 1000th floor of the Skaianet dungeon, which links all sessions together. There, we will meet, I only beg to Echidna that someone reads this plead.
Finally, the Black Queen is roaming, scavenging the session to find us. Her agents have joined our side, and her throne no longer keeps her shackled to the castle. If she hasn't reached the others before someone arrives, I hope that you can help me.
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Post by omisuewobifo on Jun 11, 2019 5:15:03 GMT -5
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Post by iwolawunium on Jun 11, 2019 7:17:03 GMT -5
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