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Well the ogres are Neutral/Hostile after that kerfluffle with Deimos, so I'd assume we'll encounter some resistance.
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# ? Apr 7, 2022 15:29 |
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VOTING CLOSED - It's Not Ogre, It's Just Beginning Walk Red - 2 Walk Yellow - 11 Walk Green - 8 LOADING... ...LOADING
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# ? Apr 7, 2022 18:40 |
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Hey! Just like you to know there'll be an update tonight. I've had an unexpected lot going on lately that's kept me away for longer than I expected.
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# ? Apr 11, 2022 21:10 |
Awwww yeaaah gonna be an update. Glad your life is calming down enough to get some more story in.
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# ? Apr 11, 2022 22:53 |
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Such warm liquid quiet... It's a slow but steady climb out of the valley south ridge. You're soon back on your feet in the denser woods beyond, keeping the river to your left while you work towards where you have recall of the ogre encampment, as the knight showed you. It'll be impossible to miss if you just keep going. Your nerves remain trapped inside their perfect prism. PRESSURE: [ ♢ ][ ♢ ][ ♢ ][40%] Gun? No. Sword? Worn open, yes. This meeting will be coat packed and sleeves rolled up, a phantom of angry strength. You want to feel the cooling rivergreen breeze wash over your itchyhot skin. Maybe a swim in the lake beyond if it's safe. There's a lot to think through with this carbonized grace. You- ...ogre! He sits under a waterfall flow within a stone column jutting from the river's churn. His eye is turned on you, but his bulk doesn't move. You drag back from the heart attack and keep pacing. PRESSURE: [ ♢ ][ ♢ ][ ♢ ][ ♢ ][50%] Keep the pressure there. Gigantic powerful beings; but you're powerful too. That's true. There's also the parasite in you. Just keep your heart diamond-tight and emerald plated. Keep walking with intent. Shoulders relaxed down, hands open. The manyfold leaves are clinging to you now, whispered longing of the Rivergreen's cooling dark. Look! There, between the bushes; the pale blue of an ogre magi. You sidelong your shrouded eyes to see him carving pebbly wood with careful focus. He's making lovely shapes of the green; angular birds, sharp rodents. He's watching you too, but his bulk doesn't move. The third one though, met on mildmossed path, stands in the way; he is still young from the dream and managlossed green. His body moves to object you with furious language, face stern and hands moving to motion Stop. You do, and he looms. "No, shadow. Leave. This is Kaigen's territory - only strength survives within this peninsula of power." The encounter with the knight from last time showed you the one true way to answer this. You look up, crack your neck, and fire your hands out to grab his. He envelops them easily with surprised practiced response, leaving you hanging on to his fingers as you test his force. His eyes flare, but he reacts as you're asking him. Muscles tense as you eyelock. You speak once he's taking your strength seriously, telling him you're walking in might to the cross the river, and that you're going to express your right to that starting with this challenge to him. Maybe you don't quite speak the philosophy of might, but your body does loud and clear; he understands. He shifts his weight to pull you up and fling you down. (ST - OGRE) 18 [4]+[5]+[1] = 10 - Success (By 8)! vs (ST - YOU) 25 [3]+[1]+[3] = 7 - Success (By 18)! He grins when he manages to easily push you back, feet sliding across the cooled river grass. But then he tries to pick you up, and his force fails. You're boulder, statue dense, wrapped in silk, in the full of your physique as he recognizes the gap. You pull him towards you before pushing him back, making him lose balance as he falls over into the muddy grass. He's quiet in study of your power, and you don't press the harm. You keep walking the path with your hands up, and you don't hear him try to make sudden charge. He just watches. Forest ends, pure of the rivergrass begins. Sparkled lovely sad under the iron sky with manadew. A peninsula of mild meadow soft and speckled little trees. The encampment is bigger than you expected, its size matched by a low footprint; the many divine blessings of the disciplined ogres allowed them to survive with less than their mass and mortality seemed to demand. They appeared comfortable as long as they were out of the rain; most of the encampment shelters were little more than collective leafwoven tarps draped long over tree boughs and branch posts, bedding on the grass and with folded strongcloth. Many of them are just sleeping, or in meditative recline. Others read, or quietly discuss together. Most seem to be in pursuit of an art or small martial contest. Not what you thought you'd find, even inside the immunity of the diamond's grace. Most of them stop what they're doing when they see you meandering down the grassy hill pathways. They don't take up arms or gather warishly yet, but they do become aware and slow to do anything other than watch you. By the time you get near the entry of the grounds, you've noticed that one thicket of well-camouflaged dark green has given way to a sudden blot of black. Several figures, and one especially huge one, have emerged and converged to come meet out at where you are, the other ogres conceding to the sight after a few visual cues. You decide to slow to a crawl step when they near. They slow their roll as well, noticing your neutral stance. The black blankets come off, and you see why they wore them. Two of the ogres are colored a brilliant swirl of purples, streaked with gold. An affixtion signet of their royal strength. But that was secondary to the incredible All-Blue hue of the biggest one standing before you, his frame emblematic of Might in a way that was second only to the Emperor he faithed under. The darkest true ogre blue introduces himself to you. "You. I think I know you. I am Basanater, King. I care for the core stationed here in defense of only itself. There's a peace. Don't challenge it." PRESSURE: [ ♢ ][ ♢ ][ ♢ ][ ♢ ][ ♢ ]60%] He's ready. He's set to fight deadmad end. Why, though? What does he know? No, it's what he DOESN'T know, the Silver whispers in the margins. His language is Mighty Unsure. He knows there's Threat, there's Terror, there's Trauma, but not from where or whom or when or why. But you, a shadow walking with clear intent into this place- he knows something is up. What has he heard? There's an itch. You'd speak, but he interrupts himself. "The Rivergreen is wounded. The apples are growing out of control. The holy land east is gone mad, its tower folded. Now you're here. This is Hell's omen! Shadow, walk out, or prove this is a kindness!" The perfect blue muscular hue is strained tense. Basanater's eyes are royally bright, his crown gleaming with the proof of his immense strength and physical skill. He gestures every word with his black-robed body, showing his passionate stress as he seeks to overwhelm you with height and impatience. You need to choose how to respond to the King, and the kaleidoscope diamond of your third eye mind isn't helping with the spray of colorwide ideas. You...
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# ? Apr 12, 2022 06:36 |
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Oh man I don't even know where to begin with this choice.
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# ? Apr 12, 2022 06:57 |
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So if I'm getting this right, he's made a connection between our presence here and the fall of Bleeder's tower, naming us "King" in the process and as a result isn't sure whether he wants us around? That's...actually pretty concerning, since I'm pretty sure we haven't gone around advertising that we're taking out Lords. Which means that, somehow, we're known beyond our deeds. Even when we don't know ourselves, others know who we are, what we're after, and more likely than not where we've come from. Kaigen has recognized us, and has probably shared our description with his forces. ...Is this is because we met Karsudan at the trading camp and he recognized something in us? Though thinking about it, maybe I'm thinking about this too hard. Strange shadow person shows up out of nowhere, starts making waves, then Bleeder gets got a few days later? That's probably enough to put two and two together. Still, the fact that we're known as a "King" probably means that Karsudan's told Kaigen about us at some point... GilliamYaeger fucked around with this message at 07:18 on Apr 12, 2022 |
# ? Apr 12, 2022 07:14 |
I laugh at the idea of delicious burger based diplomacy but am not sure what to vote for...
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# ? Apr 12, 2022 08:34 |
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Peninsula of power you say. Well hopefully we don't meet any dinosaurs, that would be awful for our leveling curve.
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# ? Apr 12, 2022 09:49 |
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Hrm. This is a tricky one. Grapple-Greet is the "safe" choice, but it looks rather difficult. Probably just get hucked out of the camp (possibly literally) if we failed, but As for the others: -think [Murderous Intent] would just piss em off further -Boasting about beating an Ogre Werewolf and/or saying an Ogre Knight vouched for us would get an unimpressed "And?" -Ambassador of Ulthar gets a raised eyebrow, stands to hurt our position in the dream and potentially here as well. Also suspect it won't impress the big ogre much. -Cheeseburger is a hit/miss deal. Better be a really impressive burger if we don't want to tick em off with the blatant bribe. -I... Don't remember Karsudan that well, honestly. But a quick look suggests we left quite the impression. Went with Karsudan and the gigantic wolf m'self; think I'd rather gamble on Karsudan putting in the right word for us over the alternatives.
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# ? Apr 12, 2022 12:36 |
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None of these choices seem good. I don’t think we even can win grapple greet without serious crits
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# ? Apr 12, 2022 14:17 |
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GilliamYaeger posted:So if I'm getting this right, he's made a connection between our presence here and the fall of Bleeder's tower, naming us "King" in the process and as a result isn't sure whether he wants us around? That's...actually pretty concerning, since I'm pretty sure we haven't gone around advertising that we're taking out Lords. Which means that, somehow, we're known beyond our deeds. Even when we don't know ourselves, others know who we are, what we're after, and more likely than not where we've come from. Kaigen has recognized us, and has probably shared our description with his forces. I think Basanatar is the Ogre King
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# ? Apr 12, 2022 14:18 |
Black August posted:
Yeah, the king being referred to here is Basanater. Also, agreed on ogre knight and ogre werewolf being probably not that impressive. That STR check looks too hard too. Best we can succeed is by 22, with a critical roll, and Basanater rolling a critical miss, would succeed by 22. Ignoring criticals modifying the results, they would at best match each other. I kinda want to vote for the cheeseburger. It's got us out of some situations already. Karsudan might be a okay answer too. Also, info on Karsudan: Mushroom Tells All posted:KARSUDAN Marluxia fucked around with this message at 15:08 on Apr 12, 2022 |
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# ? Apr 12, 2022 15:02 |
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Voted karsudan. Anything to draw an actual bond, i think?
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# ? Apr 12, 2022 15:27 |
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VOTING CLOSED - MUSCLE TUSSLE Grapple-Greet. [ST Contest, 25 vs 40] - 1 Boast that you've solo'd an Ogre Werewolf, and WON. - 1 Mention Karsudan and the gigantic wolf. - 10 Insist that one Ogre Knight vouched that you were cool. - 1 [Murderous Intent] Jumpscare him with a gravity sword to the skull. - 1 Risk it and admit that you are the Ambassador of Ulthar. - 5 Give him a really nice cheeseburger [Costly Vehemence-Boosted IQ Check] - 6 LOADING... ...LOADING
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# ? Apr 12, 2022 16:21 |
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Ah... PRESSURE: [ ♢ ][ ♢ ][ ♢ ][ ♢ ][ ♢ ][ ♢ ][70%] You're staring up at the superblue giant. His face is the perfect dreamsculpt of organic power, lined with muscles that convey complete violence. You can't outstrong this. You need to think quick. Your brain is lifted by the cooling Rivergreen breeze, throwing Basanater's robe about as he implores an answer. What makes sense? Well... two things makes sense. The first is a mistake, in that you open your mouth and say that you're not an enemy of the ogres; you've even met another crowned orange ogre, as well as a huge wolf who was one of the corporation werewolf ogres! You are OGRE ADJACENT. The reason you feel annoyed is that you should have tried to feel him out with the Silver Mind before you spoke up. Oh well. You do it as an automatic habit, the diamond making it clean to spark neurons of mutant blue into the practiced soothe of Silver. (!PSI ESP β) 11 [2]+[2]+[3] = 7 - Success! You feel lucky and you remember Karsudan, easily slipping back into the reflective insight of the Royal Ogre Mind. Easy easy. He's thinking it all, right there, spurned by your sudden retort. Silver Reflects All posted:BASANATER PRESSURE: [ ♢ ][ ♢ ][ ♢ ][40%] Hahaha, wow. You almost laugh from inside the diamond, which shines as pressure relieves. This poor superviolent is torn up in two, clear in the reflection. Poor poor bluegiant. He's throttled by his horror. It's so bad for them all! It's doom, damnation. It's End, End, End. Screaming void. He's here in this elysian sad meadow of soft rains and whispery warm winds. There's nothing left but the slow death. There's never been an emotion quite like this, never a challenge of certainty so thorough. You almost want to throw your arms around him and drag him down with the promise of sympathy, but there's no opening for such a sweetness. Where does a thought like that come from? For some reason, you think of false gold, and then return to the reality of blue steel speaking. "Crowned orange- Karsudan? A huge wolf? You're..." (IQ - Basanater Thinks) ?? [2]+[3]+[4] = 9 - Success! That deep deep blue. It's so nice to listen to. His eyes are putting together two and two, and he knows who you are, what you do. He gets you. "...the Hero." PRESSURE: [ ♢ ][ ♢ ][ ♢ ][ ♢ ][50%]
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# ? Apr 13, 2022 04:49 |
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Blue ogre needs hugs badly
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# ? Apr 13, 2022 05:20 |
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Is this the first time we’ve seen someone else be affected by disquiet?
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# ? Apr 13, 2022 14:16 |
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Huh. Just like the old saying goes, A Villain to one is a Hero to another.
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# ? Apr 13, 2022 15:05 |
I guess trying and failing to murder Deimos didn't make Karsudan look unfavourably on us after all. Maybe he was just disappointed that we failed...
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# ? Apr 13, 2022 18:03 |
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The Silver Mind posted:
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# ? Apr 15, 2022 02:57 |
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Grond posted:Yeah, the Kaigen thing is, uh, I don't think it's that good tbh. I'm pretty sure Kaigen's fate was to confront a hero, possibly the Town Guard chief/Emperor of Heaven (which would explain his war on the colony, not that these guys need that much of an excuse for that though). Us signaling we carry that fate within us is probably painting a huge target in our backs whenever he sees we can walk the walk. Hey, I got that one right! Neat.
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# ? Apr 15, 2022 11:53 |
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Nice job
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# ? Apr 15, 2022 15:14 |
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Hey. Some passing good news. Part of my struggle these last few months has been managing the demands of my new job while needing to rely on others for transportation in a no-public-transport area. I've managed to buy a car that I'll have on road by next week, which will let me manage my time/sleep/stress a lot better. Which adds up to a more consistent schedule for this again. Thanks to everyone who's still been reading through stressful times. I'd like to have an update tonight after work if possible, before I have to vanish into the weekend. In the meantime: [Blue Book]
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# ? Apr 15, 2022 18:37 |
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Congrats on the new car
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# ? Apr 15, 2022 18:55 |
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Happy Easter weekend Zen Thread. when you’re lost in the rain in Juarez and it’s Easter time too and you’re gravity’s down and negativity won’t pull you through Don’t put on any airs when you’re down on Rue Morgue Avenuuuuuuuuue They got some hungry women there and they’ll really make a mess outta you
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VOTING CLOSED - Blueborn Secrets Let's read about Three Legendary Techniques. - 3 Let's read about Three Legendary Spells. - 3 Let's read about Three Legendary Sword Arts. - 8 Let's read about Three Legendary Perks. - 13 LOADING... ...LOADING
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# ? Apr 16, 2022 15:10 |
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So uh, how do we join the sunburners? I am into the idea of orgiastic worship of laws of nature.
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# ? Apr 16, 2022 15:56 |
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The Blue Book posted:~THREE LEGENDARY PERKS~
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# ? Apr 19, 2022 20:05 |
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You revile, raising your open hands in refusal. No. No, you're not a Hero. You have no idea why you're called one. You... (IQ - You Think) 10 [5]+[1]+[1] = 7 - Success! You were pretty cooked on mushrooms at the time, but you remember that you did something pretty soul-invasive to Karsudan. And you didn't exactly tell that giant wolf you weren't a Hero. PRESSURE: [ ♢ ][ ♢ ][ ♢ ][ ♢ ][ ♢ ][60%] The King has leaned over during your pause, and keeps eye contact while one mighty blue finger taps the pommel of the clearly heroic weapon. You don't dare speak as he leans back, his face shaded by the thin leaves. The many ogres around the encampment begin to gather with eyes on you, walls of power in humorless patience moving through the jade. You nerve up, but it ends immediate when the King slumps back and makes a face like he just tasted something foul. "Enough. It's proved. I don't care. If you're not trying to be a Hero, then go and don't bother us ever again, you living omen of disaster. Go deathfight elsewhere; the Emperor comes and goes as he pleases, and I haven't seen him in a week." He sits with a lean on his fist, crown crooked while he stares at you expectantly. The guards at his side ease into their own staring leans, waiting. Every ogre follows suit, adopting some pose of relaxed menace. You inhale carefully and make the request quick; can you ask for passage? You'll trade supplies in return. There's a pause, and then the King laughs with exhaled disbelief. "Passage?" Again, the diamond sparksmooths your neurons with that wonderful anxiety-free light, and you manage to speak up to clarify. Boat. Across the lake. To the east. You wait with your sweating hands open. The King leans back lazy, then stands with frightening sudden to kneel down and stare you in the face as he lightning draws the dead dead sword. "No. No payment. Instead you'll swear, Hero. Humor me. On this horrible thing. Quest for me, and discover what's become of our Fire Legion that walked into that dreadful south. Will you?" Normally, you'd think this through and try to make a more informed decision. But that sword, the blatantly herodead blade, is right there and everyone can see it and you are absolutely not getting away with that. So you grip the hilt over his hand, and you say that you'll do it - when you next come back to this encampment, you'll let him know what became of the Fire Legion. You swear. The diamond helps contain your brilliant confusion. South? Fire Legion? Roll with it, because it means a trip to your destination. You really do swear on the dead sword, under witness of Might and the thinpale leaves, and pray you'll find an answer that satisfies. If not, you'll just never come back! Simple. The King looks satisfied by your wraithword, and allows you to place the awful weapon away. Your arm burns ugly just from the warm weight of it; you could swing it for hours. But now it sits sealed with a promise, and you step back with a perfect thumb on your racing heart, the pressure even perfect. PRESSURE: [ ♢ ][ ♢ ][ ♢ ][ ♢ ][50%] But it's not going to encase your heart forever. You need to get out of here. Basanater provides, waving a hand while he leans back to call out to those nearby - "See the Hero safely taken to the other shor̶̢̀͝è̕҉̡.̸"̵̕͞͠ ̢̢ ͏̵̶̧ ͘͟͞ ҉̸̢́̕ ̶̨̨̀͡ ̧̛ ̢̀͢ ̀̀͢͟͡ ̡҉̴͞ ̵̛͢ ̸̨͢ ͏̢ ̨́͟ ̴̨̧ ̀͠͝ ̷̛̛͜ ̴̵̛͞͠ ̢̛́͜͡ ̶ ̢̀҉͏͢ ̧͢ ̵̧͠ ҉̢ ̡͟ ̧͘͏ ̨̢͘͟ ́҉̸̵͞ ̢͟͟ ̴̨͘͡ houlder to see if he's still watching. He isn't, reclined into depressive might. You puff out and hold onto the diamond while you follow the two royal guards. Their stride is mythical clean, unrelenting power parting the crowds of the other ogres as you're led vanguard to the small enclosure of their marine operations. You're not allowed to step down to see inside; one leads you away from the walkways down into the port, to the beach further down and beyond where you wait. Soon the other royal guard rounds the way in a strongskiff; there's enough room for two or three ogres to stand in the powerful vessel, with one or all powering it with swimpoles. In this case, the two guards do the skiffing, while you're made to seat between them on a little box usually meant for cargo. Soon you're off into the warmdark of the Rivergreen waters. The guards are clearly stronger than you are (though maybe not by much...), moving the skiff deceptively fast as it slices silent through the powerful blue. You've met two Kings so far, of Ogrekine. you guess you've met all three Wolf Kings... but one of them was more of a drive-by meet. Yo- PRESSURE: [ X ][ X ][ X ][ X ][50%] [THE DIAMOND IS LOSING ITS LUSTER!] You exhale. You exhale. You cramp up and swallow and keep your cool. You can't yet. Not yet. Hold it in. Do something. Do something. You can't afford to start screaming here panic. Hold it. (WL) 20(-5) [5]+[2]+[2] = 9 - Success. See? See? It's ok. It's ok. It's ok. You've done foolish and made a promise to fulfill a promise but you need to do this for Blue, you need to stay true, you want to... you want to do the right thing. Just one right thing, that's it. You're a murderer. You've killed. You're a bad person. You belong in Hell. This is all true and always will be. But you want to pretend you can keep one single promise buried under all these other bad promises, and, and your diamond is going to explode and you're going to start crying and you know the ogres will scream in disgust and drown you and you don't know why these horrible thoughts keep happening you need to calm down you need to think you need to open your third eyes and see- https://i.imgur.com/WBLFV1X.mp4 (Technique - The Silver Mind) 13(-5) [3]+[1]+[2] = 6 - Success! There. It's ok. You're in trance. You're sitting on a boat. It's taking you to a promise. You're looking inside the reflection silver and your heart is cooled still with its promise of peace if you just clear your heavy noiseridden head. Close your eyes. Relax. Leave the diamond with grace out from under the pressure. Walk out. ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][30%] You shake and swallow hot bile from a cramped stomach. You feel it all veil upon you. You're cognizant of there only being a single layer of hot silk between you and the hate of the world. But you accept it all and let it bleed out into the waters you pass through, silver washing it all so clean while the guards remain to a merciful silent. You keep your hands out and open with relax. You've been so unkind to the Silver Mind. This is its most fundamental and promising practice, and you walk away from it in panic to demand it reflects tricks and traps for your foes. The guilt comes and goes, the silver not allowing you to internalize it. You just understand you need this practice more patient and often. You're sleepy. Entering and leaving the diamond is a violent feat. You fall into a weary wonder, thinking on how you just need to show face one more time for the Backup who may be at the apartments, nervous of how they may wonder what's become of Bleeder. What to do, what to say, how to survive past the end of day? You think on that holywarm shower, and that strange night starbright, and how you ran east through the dark unn̷̵̷̡t̶̵͘͡i̡̛͡͝l͜͡͡ ̶̸̷̨̛y̶̨͜ớ̵̶͘u҉҉̴̧ ҉ś͢͠͝a̧̨̨͜w̢͝ ̸͠͏̢͘t̴̴̸͡h̢̕͢͝ȩ̀͞ ̢̛͏͏Ş̢Ú̧̧N̴͘҉̴҉ A droplet of rain wakes you, eyes open wide. ANXIETY: [ ! ][ ! ][ ! ][ ! ][ ! ][ ! ][70%] [SHOCK] STAND UP GUN DRAWN AIMED OUT- ... You don't lower your gun. You just relax your stance, and sweep casually. It smells like so many perfumes and you're still shaking knees to jaw. Keep aiming. ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][30%] [Aftershock] You exhale, and slowly, slow- wh. Huh?? Relax. Relax. Assess. What?! Did you- trance out? You were... it was... ogres and a skiff! The silver? It's still there. The same thought is still in your head clean as rain. You tense up with hackles raised to the roof, realizing you're so sick with deja vu that you need to lean over and press your feverish head to a cool rainy stone. Tears flood out, though not from any emotion you can define. You exhale. ANXIETY: [??%] [Silver Mind] You assess, and maintain the strange of the silverflow that allows you to simply accept you're here again, for the first time. Right? Your second first. Right. Right. You lean down and press your head to the stone again, tears making your body shake as you heat up unbearably. You drift back into quiet half-waking, trying to make sense of the color blue. You know you're here about a uhhhh... an apartment. A blue bag. Ok. So there's this- you can see it right through the leaves. High walls, lot of them crumbling, the tops of the overgrown cubes vague in the afternoon gloom. Right right. You can manage this. Ok. Let's go. No vomiting. You squat down by the stone columns of the great walls, and peek around inside. Two apartments stand alive, flowering towers of glass and stone. Sure, someone can see you from their windows, but there's so much overgrowth and greenlife drenched in waterpools that you feel confident that slow movement, and trust in the Silver Mind, will get you inside again without incident. Well. Which inside though? You look to the ruins of the apartment closest to you. Spilling green as though the ruined stone of the collapsed structure itself was feed for growth. It's taken over what looks like a small park in the west. You scurry in and end up hiding under a longhang curtain of vines. It's starting to rain again, dribbling down the walls of leaves. You sit there for a while, looking up and down the open air hall. Oh God. You're so hungry. Please. Please. Please. (CHEESE! BURGER! SPIRIT! ANIMAL!) 10 [3]+[6]+[1] = 10 - Success! Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes. Yes. Vile food. Vomit food. Bloodshit food. Cancer food. Hellmade food. It's going to taste so good. You dredge magic up from the void of your bowels and scream it into the takeout menu speaker. Meatcheese dinner, please deliver. The apartments to the east and north both look intact. Northeast looks like rubble and a lot of missing land eaten by the river. There's the stone square center too, with evidence of habitation and color. Should think about which would be best to try investigating first, while there's still light. Unless disaster, this was going to be where you sleep tonight. So keep your... burger. Burger! Burger! You almost snarl as you watch it finally manifest, a great whorling cheer of lights and joy, weaving into a lovely triple deck dinner that spins down into your hands. You tear into it with a bizarre ferocity, thinking of Sauber and the giant wolf as you annihilate the meal. Oh God. You can immediately think better. Why were you so dreadfully hungry? You laugh and clean up, vaguely bothered by some feeling you can't recall. So you need to do the walk. You need to get this place felt out, and see where to go. What's best to investigate first?
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# ? Apr 19, 2022 20:05 |
I went checking to recall what we know of the buildings, and found this update is nearly identical. We went northeast last time and found the claw machine, as well as Shattershot the clown. Northwest is where we partied with the other folks. I don't think we have any idea what was in the other locations.
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# ? Apr 19, 2022 20:40 |
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Wait, did we always not have our main safehouse listed under safehouses in character sheet? I am suddenly concerned.
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# ? Apr 19, 2022 21:04 |
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The Hideout was never listed. It's its own unique location and mechanic outside of the Safehouse system.
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# ? Apr 19, 2022 21:21 |
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Character Sheet posted:[Active] The Backup Cultist Paprika Blue likes you enough to ask a favor for one in turn. Go gett͜ ҉ ̵ ̵ ͜ ̷ Oh no.
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# ? Apr 19, 2022 22:02 |
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I’m going to say southeast. Intact suggests people, and probably not the same people we ran into going northwest last time. IIRC that group included Bleeder’s Backup liaison, and we’d rather not run into them right now if we can avoid it.
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# ? Apr 19, 2022 22:24 |
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VOTING CLOSED - $300,000/m; riverside view; indoor garden/grocery Northeast [Center Square & River Tower] - 8 Southeast [Intact Tower] - 10 Southwest [Overgrown Garden & Ruin Tower] - 4 Northwest [Intact Tower] - 5 LOADING... ...LOA▯▯▯▯
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# ? Apr 21, 2022 19:40 |
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Well someone had a very productive 8 days.
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# ? Apr 21, 2022 19:55 |
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All that in 8 days!? Holy poo poo!
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# ? Apr 21, 2022 19:55 |
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Mental note: don't wear the CROWN OF BLOOD
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# ? Jun 5, 2024 06:39 |
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Obligatory: Woo, spent the last week-ish reading through this thread! What a ride! What a cool story concept and setting! Love what you've done so far, Black August, and I'm looking forward to seeing where things go from here (and actually being able to vote in the polls!)JT Jag posted:Mental note: don't wear the CROWN OF BLOOD Or at least be sure to take it off after wearing it for *two* seconds. :P And dang, 8 days with no sleep... I think 11 days is the highest recorded time without sleep in the real world. Poor Berserker-character... but mostly poor everyone in said Berserker's vicinity, apparently. Interesting how "Tore (X area) down from sky to foundation" is a trackable thing in this game. I'm guessing that means it's possible for the PC to destroy an area to the point that it's no longer "useful" in any way for resources or grinding (and maybe not even accessible from the map any longer). And the Berserker had an amazing screaming voice, apparently. An unsettling parallel to our PC's musical prowess. :P
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