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written Saturday, May 19 2007 08:01
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Not any more than rest real-time "strategy" games. Actually, it sucks less than most. In fact, it sucks so little I actually had fun playing it years back on local library's computer. I'm still sad they deleted it... But, Starcraft 2? As the site said: Hell, it's about time! -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Friday, May 18 2007 11:07
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50 000 factions? More like fifteen, with roughly five of them currently dashing towards Seoth's palace. Of the ten left, two have their own storylines and we should let them solve them, three or so are working to benefit the plot on other levels, and the rest will probably have no impact whatsoever upon the demon war. To me, this RP seems still to be relatively under control. One thing is for sure, though: MORE POWERGAMING DOES NOT HELP THIS RP! It might even be better if both sides were powered down and the fight in Seoth's fortress turned to slow-advancing siege. This should give less active players the time to catch up with the rest of us, and generally give us more room to advance other portions of our story. I hope I made my point clear. [ Friday, May 18, 2007 11:08: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ] -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Friday, May 18 2007 10:37
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"Lived I have for ages, and seen much I have. And now to you, who are still young and happy, I tell to enjoy your life, while you still have a chance, 'cause it'll be too late when white roses bloom for you..." - Rumoured to be Carlos Scythe's last words --- Twelve years ago: Once again, Tuoni appeared in front of hell's gate. He was delighted to see that his hideout on world's (more or less) literal edge was still intact. Sixty-seven years had passed, and the world still hadn't ended. And now, for the first time in his life, Tuoni could say with certainty that it wouldn't do so within his lifetime... The Gatekeeper was many things, but he was not stupid. If life would seize upon Kalanda, no more souls would get sent to hell either. It would become lifeless again, a crystallized memory of suffering, as the demons inside would slowly die in lack of sustenance, and their souls would slowly wither to oblivion. Because of this, he only released a couple of demons to the surface at time. Even if the demons would, well, die and not accomplish anything notable, some mortal souls would still be dragged down with them. This Tuoni had known for ages. But now he had finally understood why. In all its madness, the thought still gave some sense of relief to him. Why? Simply because it implied that even hell, in all its lunacy, had emotions that were not completely alien to Tuoni's still vaguely human mind. Behind him was another gate. It had been there only for a few moments, yet it was older than all Kalandha's gods combined. It had been there since life had first developed on Kalandha, and during his time as the god of death Tuoni had watched over and cherished it. It was symbol of his duties, his powers, and now, also his own mortality. The gate wasn't all that impressive, actually. It was just a cloud of darkness between two, runed ivory arcs, which had some rose garlands twining around them. Once, Tuoni had humorously dubbed it the "Veil of Reality", as no-one, not even gods, could look beyond without loosing their sanity. Unless, of course, one was dead, in the true and final sense of the word. It was the gate to afterlife, the origin and destination of all souls in Kalandha, and a cruel reminder of how things should have worked. During his long life, Tuoni had managed to gather some information about its nature, but it hadn't been easy. Hundreds of souls passed through the gate every day, yet only few came back to tell about it, and even they had only vague memories of their time beyond. What Tuoni did know for certain was this: Beyond it was a huge, empty plane, where souls resided before, after and between lives. Tuoni preferred to call that plane "the hall of souls", and those three states "rooms" of afterlife, as he liked the symbolism of the words. Uncountable religions had used the same terms, even before the first ascension had occurred and gods had inhabited Kalandha. The first room was that of unborn souls. There, pure, unstained and lifeless souls waited to be incarnated in living creatures above Kalandha. Perhaps some day, that room would become empty, and then birth would stop in Tuoni's world. However, despite having been there for unimaginable timespans, it was still filled with souls waiting to be born, hoping to one day spin memories and possess bodies of their own. There were still many willing to enter and explore Tuoni's world, and in some small way, that made him happy, even though his world was a wretched and unhappy one. The second room was the room of waiting. Souls which were not ready to move onto the next plane or were damaged by their past lives as animals 1), waited there, hoping to be given new bodies, new lives to experience before leaving the realm of the living. As one might guess, those few who returned were always from this room. And then there was the room of those who were content; souls who were satisfied with their time as humans and would never again walk upon the world of Kalandha. Where would they go, what was their destination? Tuoni did not know, but he knew he would soon find out... So, how did this tell him why Gatekeeper acted the way he did? The answer lie in the nature of hell: as said, it had been barren and lifeless and never been ment to carry life of its own. And thus, there was no hall of souls for hell either. The Gatekeeper had realized this, and understood that if Tuoni stopped sending souls to his realm, hell would die. In some twisted sense of the word, the Gatekeeper loved life, loved hell which he incarnated, and did not want his world to end. In that sense he wasn't so different from Tuoni or his brothers. Sliros would *love* this comparison, Tuoni thought and chuckled. Of course, gods had not always let the life flow as it was meant to. Harath had been especially imaginative in altering its path, devising all sorts of cruel punishments for those who broke his laws 2). Tuoni had tolerated him only because of the bond they shared, but he rarely extended his patience to other gods. For example, the last god of undeath and necromancy had been a horrible pain to him; he had just been about to deal with that dimwit, when he mystically disappeared from the face of earth. The bastard's probably hiding off somewhere 3). It's too bad I won't get to be the one to kick his self-centered ass, Tuoni pondered before finally deciding to finish what had came to do... You see, as strange as it sounds, the gate of afterlife had become useless. There was now a much stronger gate, a much stronger being to take the duty of death on it's white shoulders. It was unsurprising, and ironic, that Tuoni had been partly responsible for it's creation also. Had I been more carefull, this mess would have never happened, he thought and pointed his arm to the gate. "Sorry, old friend", he muttered, "but I don't need you anymore. Fare well." After that, there was a blinding flash of bright light, evaporating the rose garlands and shattering the ivory arcs into thousands of little splinters. The darkness flickered for a moment, reluctant to leave it's intended place, but finally gave up and shrivelled away in the light. Tuoni dropped on his knees, violently coughing and shaking uncontrolably. "It is *cough*... done", he muttered and rose up. His time as the god of death was over, but one thing remained to be done. "Fare well, cruel world. May we meet again", Tuoni said and hint of a smile crept on his face. Then he braced himself for the final fight and phased back to the northern reaches of Kalandha. His garden of white roses withered and disentigrated to dust as their keeper left to the mortal realm for the last time... --- Back in the present day: He's late, Isaac thought. After leaving the temple, he had went to Joth District, in hopes of meeting his contact there. However, he was nowhere to be seen. Isaac survied the streets impatiently; he had concealed his face with a mask, to make sure he wasn't recognized. Members of the Assasins' Guild were supposed to remain a secret, even from other members. Finally, Isaac's contact showed up, emerging from the shadows. "Sorry, wasn't sure it was you. Can never be sure in this job...", he whispered from under his hood. "Nonsense", Isaac replied, with a cold, hissing voice. "You've never been late before. Tell me a better explanation, or I will not accept your offer, whatever it is." This made his contact seemingly nervous; seemingly, as he knew Isaac would not, and could not, turn the offer down under any circumstances. "I suppose it's safe to tell you", he answered slyly. "The Guild has new associates now, you see. And I have the honor... of safeguarding something very special. And that's all you need to know." "Safeguarding what?" Isaac snarled, but then changed his mind. "Nevermind, I don't want to know. Just give me those goddamn orders..." Just then, something happened. The sky above, the earth below, even the buildings around the two assasins, burst to life as Joth District suddenly began rebuilding itself. Isaac had no idea what was causing it, and in any case, didn't want to know. He was already running, not looking back to his old companion. Few moments later, he heard a surprised yelp, a sound of shattering glass and a small explosion... then there was silence. Isaac would later learn that his, hmmm, friend escaped the cataclysm unscrathced, but the thing he had been carrying was hopelesly lost to the reborn alleyways of Joth, and when someone would finally find, all it's power would already be lost... ... and so, the story of Geltor's demon candle came to an end. --- "Are you sure?" Esekijah asked. "Sure? Haven't you felt it?" The messenger angel screamed. "You're the General god of War! Shouldn't you sense these sort of things?" "I just thought it was another dimwit like Saluc", Esekijah replied. "And you should know I long ago left the trouble of dealing with such business to Kyros." "Kyros isn't here", the angel snarled. She was really starting to get angry now. "For pities' sake, the most horrifying demon lord ever to exist is walking on our world right now! You should immediatly call all the lesser war gods into arms and... and..." Frustrated, the angel sat down. She was a messenger, not a warrior, and as it was, she had no idea what the war gods should do next. "But you should do something", she concluded, crossing her arms. "Consider it done", Esekijah replied. For centuries, she had longed for a good fight, and now one was at hand. Oh, what a glorious moment would it be if she, or one of her subordinates, would strike down the great Mangroankeen himself! However, Esekijah was not a stupid woman, and rushing into a battle with a demon was perhaps the stupidest thing one could do. No, she needed a plan. Or someone with a plan. "Go to Trantite", she said to the messenger after a while of thinking. "There was lots of weird things going around there lately... you should be able to find someone important back there." The messenger wasn't very happy with her commander's words, but she accepted them nonetheless. "I hope we'll see again, sister", the angel replied before vanishing in to the dark night skies of Kalandha... --- 1) Tuoni considered humans, and to some extent, even gods to be animals. Despite vast physical and mental differences, all life possessed similar souls, and from that viewpoint it made little sense to divide between them... 2) It probably doesn't come as a big surprise now, that Harath was one of hell's primary supporters. Of course, later even he realized his mistakes, and decided to seek other ways of invoking his view of justice. Hell still remained, though. 3) It never came to Tuoni's knowledge that it was Seoth who got rid of that god. He managed to hide his tracks rather well... [ Sunday, May 20, 2007 02:11: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ] -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Friday, May 18 2007 09:34
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quote:Could you tell me any specific reasons? I probably know them all anyway , but talking about the problem usually helps. Usually. BTW, when you said that my last post wasn't big and ugly... what did you mean? Just asking out of mild curiosity, as I didn't quite get it. Whether you use PM or this thread to convey your feelings, doesn't matter. But I sincerely want to know, so please, tell me. As a sidenote, my "Big meaningless fluff-post, part 2" is nearing completion. Be vigi... patient. EDIT: And LF, no, your link didn't work for me. And yes, I *do* remember how you were yelled about your fluff-posts. That's why I thought mine were probably a bad ideas in the first place, and that's why I'm glad someone got ideas from them. EDIT: Okay, so here comes the explanation: If it isn't crystal clear already, Marras's body is the new gate to afterlife. Specifically, his body is incarnation of the room of waiting; souls who still want to return to the mortal realm inhabit it and give him all his powers. If a souls "dies" in his body, it has finally completed it's task and will leave for the room of departure... unless, of course, it's still isn't satisfied with it's life, in which case it will be reintegrated in Marras's body and wait for another chance to dominate it. In practice, this means: If, in some way, my character is damaged beyond the point of regeneration, his soul will depart the world of Kalandha and go to a higher plane. Another soul, or another string, whichever term you prefer, will take over the control of his body, thus becoming the new god of death. This cycle will go on untill all souls in Kalandha have left, or Marras's body is completely incinerated, by, say, being hit by a chunk of antimatter or being thrown into an active volcano. I don't know if there's any single word to describe him; he isn't immortal, as his soul can be banished from his body, nor is he indestructible, although he is much sturdier being than most Kalandhian gods. This does not make him in anyway unbeatable; Marras himself was a fisherman, not a warrior, and there's no saying who his successor will be. It might be a mad serial killer, a greedy merchant, a housewife addicted to opium or even, God forbid, one of the fish he ate. The destruction of Tuoni officially marked Marras as his successor. His echo Sliros keeps referring to is most likely essence of the gate itself. And as what comes to the warrior gods... Supposedly, there are few dozen gods of battle upon Kalandha. Most of these are supposed to be lesser deities, only sligthly more powerfull than angels or demons, with only Esekijah and few others being on par with our characters. Nalyd and James can control them until they have forged somekind of an alliance with them, but after that I'd like to see control of them being handed to Ephesos. Why Ephesos? Well, his character is possibly the greatest warrior deity currently existing in Kalandha, plus he deserves a consolation for all our powergaming. Yes, I am well aware this is possibly the worst way of consoling him, but I currently can't think of a better way. I also would like Tully, premonition, Lenar, Diki, Dintidran and Nioca to advance the more peaceful storylines of this RP. We still have a chance for it, don't let it slip past your fingers! [ Friday, May 18, 2007 11:00: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ] -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Friday, May 18 2007 07:58
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Hello! Real world calls RP people! I'm being sarcastic about myself! Youre taking me too seriously! ... End of transmission. [ Friday, May 18, 2007 07:58: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ] -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Friday, May 18 2007 04:28
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Lone Flame? Probably yes. Safey? Probably not. About other things of concern: quote:Yes... and no. I'm likely to make one or two posts more from his perspective, but I have to discuss with Safey before I do that. After that, well, I haven't got the slightest idea. As a sidenote...*looks around sadly*... Lenar and premonition still haven't returned. I hope they do so soon. Currently, I'm working on The Big, meaningless fluff-post, part 2. I'm going to further dig into the nature of afterlife and the gods of death, as well as few other things. I will also post a big OoC explanation of said post, to further mess things up. [ Friday, May 18, 2007 04:30: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ] -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Thursday, May 17 2007 11:12
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"No-one works to create a hell; that's against the nature of all life, biological or not. No, everyone works to create their own little paradises. And we'd be much better off remembering that." - Alwatan the Illusionist, a great thinker and magician of his time. As one might guess, he was executed of heresy. His soul was more than happy to serve in the ranks of Geltor's demon army... --- Seventy-nine years ago: Tuoni stared at the portal with disgust. How long it had been since they found it? One thousand years? Must be closer to two now he pondered grimly and sat on a small rock that handily popped out of nowhere. Being a god did have some benefits, afterall. Of all their inventions, hell was possibly the worst one. Tuoni and his kin had stumbled upon it while seeking new worlds for the first time. It was a barren and hostile place, barely capable of sustaining few, less developed lifeforms, let alone humans. Still, gods had decided to use it as a dumping place for unwanted mortals and backfired creations. There they would lie, suffering horribly, and even after death they couldn't leave, as there was nobody to let their souls out... Well, at least the Gatekeeper is happy, Tuoni pondered and a twisted smile crept on his face. Afterall, he had been Tuoni's own creation 1). He was the essence of hell, focused to a (somewhat) physical form. He watched the other side of the gate, deciding who could leave and who would stay inside according to his whim. Many times, Tuoni had pondered about destroying the gate to hell once and for all, and releasing the souls from their torment. But nowadays, it was impossible; Gatekeeper had gone rogue, and now watched after hell with little concern for gods' opinions. Without his co-operation, the gate could never be closed, let alone destroyed. Of course, Tuoni could simply alter the flow of life in Kalandha and stop sending souls to hell... but to that the Gatekeeper would probably react by releasing the demonkind to pester Tuoni and his world. He had done so in the past, and was probably doing something similar even as Tuoni was pondering about what to do about it... Many of the other gods were greatly concerned about the situation. Heck, many more gods would have been concerned about it, if they just had opened their freakin' eyes for two seconds. But, like always, they were more interested in their own schemes than end of the world. "I might even be happy if this world ended", Tuoni muttered and rose up. White roses on the ground dodged his pale feet as he walked away from the gate. He still had one more thing to do before resuming his hunt... --- A long distance away (238,850 miles to be exact), Tuoni rematerialized infront of bald, yet remarkably handsome, old man. "What the hell are you doing here? I told you to stay away!" the man shouted, after reluctantly turning his eyes off from a huge telescope. "Hello, Louis. Or should I call you the Moon nowadays?" Tuoni replied, smiling sadly. "Still looking for new worlds?" Man-in-the-Moon did not like his words that much... "Looking for? I'm look Straight at them! The damned sky is filled with them! And, as you're a god as well, you should be perfectly aware of that!" Louis raged, stomping the barren ground with his feet. "I do not like it when one of you idiots comes to distrupt my research!" Tuoni was slightly amused by his, eh, friend's words. "Idiot" fit most of Kalandha's gods perfectly; they wasted their powers in petty conflicts about popularity or wealth, despite the fact that those things did little good to them 2). Besides few expections, like the gods of knowledge, few were interested in using their abilities towards any meaningfull goal, such as seeking to understand the multiverse better. Despite their incredible perception, only so many gods were even aware there was a world outside Kalandha. "Calm down!" Tuoni commanded. His booming voice shut Louis up... for a while, at least. "I am not here to mock you, I'm here to help you! Do you hear me? For once, someone's actually interested in your work!" Louis stared at Tuoni for a moment, sighed, and then summoned a chair on which to sit upon. "Sorry", he muttered and buried his face in his palms. "It's just that the younger gods keep getting on my nerves. The new god of alchemy, for example, has turned out to be a complete failure. Damn it, I told him that turning lead to gold will just collapse the market!" "You forgot to remind him that giving immortality to humans is unfeasible as well", Thone replied, smiling. Louis lifted his head and looked back. "Well, it certainly hasn't worked for us!" he said, and then continued with a more serious tone. "I should've never given that position away. Should've realized he can't cope with the responsibility..." Tuoni didn't really hear the last part os Louis's words; his mind was still stuck on the word "immortal". Back on Kalandha, any supernatural creature with even half a brain quickly claimed itself immortal. The whole concept was so majorly screwed up, it made Tuoni want to vomit. He remembered how he and his brethren had announced themselves immortal; most were dead now. Tuoni had personally guided their souls to afterlife. And, deep inside, he knew he would soon step through those gates himself... "...and so that dimwit caused the destruction of the whole city. And now they're even talking that Saluc is coming back. Yeah, like we need a brainless god of senseless destruction. The world is bad enough as is", Louis concluded his speech and took a sip of coffee from a cup he had conjured up just a moment ago. "You are right", Tuoni replied. "If there was some way of limiting the amount of gods in Kalandha, I'd do anything to do it." "But there isn't, and that's the problem!" Louis snarled. "With any other lifeform, once the population gets big enough, famine and internal conflicts begin cutting the excess..." He was cut short by a sudden laughter from Tuoni's part. "Don't worry", he said, after getting his lauhter under control, "The cycle of nature touches us gods as well." "It does?" Louis asked, mildy confused, taking another sip of coffee. "Yes. And I'm afraid you'll have to witness the circle completing itself for the first time", Tuoni answered. His moment of joy had already passed, and now he was more serious than ever. "However, it is not why I am here. So, will you show me your new findings...?" --- "A supernatural tyrant is a tyrant nonetheless." - Mangroankeen the Rebel --- Back in the present day, whatever that means: Inside Geltor, Mangroankeen resumed his old musings. Long he had waited for his second chance to be granted, and now it was here. However, he wasn't satisfied. There was something wrong with Geltor, his old second-in-command. Geltor's soul had been the first to be sent to hell. He had been an example to all other mortals, as of what would happen to those who would disobey the will of gods. Once inside hell, Geltor had changed, mutated; he had attained powers unreachable to other mortals, and in those powers Mangroankeen had seen the potential of saving mankind. Mangroankeen had saved him, and used his changed blood to give those powers to others 3). He had given ordinary man the ablity to fight back, to free the world from the opression of gods... ...and he had failed. Inside Geltor, he could feel a mad desire to rule the world, to turn it to another hell. Over a thousand years, Mangroankeen had waited to see the surface again. He would not tolerate someone spoiling it. He would need to deal with Geltor... but not yet. Gods, being more numerous and dangerous, would be the first concern. Revenge was so close, he could not afford to lose his chance because of petty disagreement... I will return this world into what it was before us, Mangroankeen swore. But would he be able to do that? Thousand years in hell leave a mark. Time distorts memories and perceptions, and although he could not realize it at the time, his goals and Geltors goals, were exactly the same... --- Somewhere, a messenger angel felt the emergence of the evil overlords. This is not good, she pondered and hurried to warn all gods she could think of. Demon's favorite way of fighting is deception and ambush. Only by removing the advantage of surprise from him would the weaker gods of Kalandha stand a change against him. The bigger ones already knew, and they would soon send the demon back to hell where it belonged. Or so the angel hoped... Somewhere, the new god of death was picking souls from jackdaws, completely unaware of the rest of the world... --- On a higher plane of existence, a certain being stirred. It had guarded the world of Kalandha almost since the beginning of time, and it had had the privilege to witness every step life had taken on it. A brief moment ago, something special had happened: the children of the being had, after a long, long wait, ascended from simple humanity and become something more. That occasion had filled it with great pride and joy; however, now it wasn't happy. Instead of seeking out other gods, other worlds, and becoming part of the great pantheon, its children were now quarreling with each other because of petty differences, using their vast powers for their own good instead of the good of the world and the multiverse. Balance, if there had ever been such thing upon Kalandha, had been lost. The being saw this, and decided, despite all of its orders, to act. One month. That much time it would give to its children to find a peacefull solution, or foreign gods willing to help enter the world. After that, it would cut Kalandha off from the rest of existence; only few, close realms and planets would stay in contact with it. The being had tolerated immaturity of its children long enough; either they'd finally establish a balanced cycle of divinity, or die trying. The decision was a hard one, but deep inside, it knew it had to be done... 1) There are still many religions down on Kalandha who believe Tuoni and the Gatekeeper are the same person. No-one knows why, although most likely it's a historical misunderstanding. 2) Even while he pondered about these things, Tuoni knew he was only half right. Those gods who did not incarnate potent forces of nature, such as the Moon and death, were very much dependent on their followers to supply them with strength and longevity. However, many of those dependent deities could still be equal in power to the non-dependent, Tuoni's brother, Sliros, being perhaps the best example. 3) Including himself. However, Mangroankeen had greater strenght and knowledge as a mortal, and thus he was able to exceed Geltor in power as a demon. Whether he's still more powerfull is a good guestion, but also a pretty insignificant one. -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Thursday, May 17 2007 10:25
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Safey, more mail! Urgent! EDIT: Big and ugly IC coming yer way! [ Thursday, May 17, 2007 11:03: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ] -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, May 16 2007 10:07
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Hmmm... to me it actually seemed that the merging was temporary. I'll get back to that after Safey answers to me. And Eph, please don't quit. Bad stories rarely become better if all the good writers leave. Or, at least, remember to make a good ending post... -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, May 16 2007 09:48
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Here are the songs I picked and why: NOTE: The files are .wma, and thus pretty big. Also, my homepage has never before contained this much stuff, so I don't know how it'll react... the links should work, though, even if I've mixed some songs up. Marras: Viikate - Tie (The Road). Alternatively Ei enkeleitä (No angels), also by Viikate. Why: Well, if translated, the chorus of Tie is almost identical to the poem I posted ("So dark is the road" etc.). Plus, it has one interesting sentence, which translates "...but you can't buy back your used soul, when the palest of merchants knocks on your door". Priceless. The alternative also fits the theme and person of my character rather well. Lauraziel: Indica - Linnansa vanki (Mind is its own prison) and Nukkuu kedolla (Sleeps on the field) Why: It's too bad I'm inadequate to translate the lyrics as a whole. In any case, my opinion is they fit Lauraziel nigh-perfectly. Seoth: Lordi - Night of the loving dead and Metallica - Blitzkrieg (it's not actually Metallica's song, but as I can't remember the original creator...) Why: well, together they seem to wrap his character up quite nicely. The first one is actually more of a joke, but still... Geltor: Lordi - Devil is a loser and Uriah Heep - Rainbow demon Why: okay, I have to admit, they're both jokes. Kinda. It seems I mostly define characters through my own, twisted sort of humor. Fourty & Harath: Nightwish - Kinslayer Why: In my opinion, the words and tone of the song describe the relationship of the two quite nicely. Or then not. You decide. Noric: Uriah Heep - Easy livin' Why: I first thought about picking either "Too scared to run" or "Stealin'", but then decided to go the humorous road again. Noric is in no way in an easy position. Cassius: Nightwish - Slaying the dreamer Why: well, the vampire references fit. And the ending rocks! Ashataro: Juice Leskinen - Vaasankin veri vapisee (The blood of Vaasa trembles) and Uriah Heep - The wizard Why: the first song is filled with sarcasm towards violence and war, and thus I think it fits Ashataro's attitude. "The wizard" is there for similar reasons. Fallian: Viikate - Padat (Spades) Why: first I thought about "Ace of Spades", but then decided to go for the finnish alternatives. "And so the player is left hanging with the life's blackest spades as his trumps".... Sliros: Sonata Arctica - Missplaced Why: hey, the name is good! James: Lordi - Not the nicest guy and Iron Maiden - Wildest dreams. Why: the first one is again a joke, mocking his position as the god of love. If James acted more like a love god instead of being more like some random warrior deity, I'd have picked "Rakkauden Ammattilainen" (Professional of Love) instead. The second in turn reflects his journeyman nature. Tuoni: Nightwish - Dead gardens Why: think about those roses... Mangroankeen: Nightwish - Planet hell Why: isn't it obvious? Minoko: Maggie Reilly - Every time we touch and Alice Cooper - Might as well be on Mars Why: the first? Well, a nice girl deserves a nice song. And I think everybody gets why Alice Cooper's song is there... Serena: Metallica (originally Misfits, if my memory serves me right) - Die my darling Why: 'cause she's such a *****, that's why! DIE! Yumi: Bob McFerrin - Don't worry, be happy (accompanied by a funny music video) Why: 'cause I hate the song, and I hate Yumi. A perfect match. Burard: Juice Leskinen - Midas Why: mocks politicians. Mocks bureucracy. What else do we need (besides translated lyrics)? Forgot to pick one for Nioca's character. I would feel sorry, if I just could think of a song that fit him in the first place. I'll see if I can find one. Hey, wait; this year there was this bad Eurovision song that was sung in six different languanges. Maybe if I can find that... This RP as whole, is of course best described by Iron Maiden's "Silent Planet". As of other things: I won't continue Marras's story untill Lenar and premonition show signs of life. I will, however, make a "fluff" post after Safey answers my PM. I'm trying to define our game universe better... if there are some details that you want to add to the world yet haven't found room for them in your ICs, please PM them to me. More strings means a better fabric.. I think. EDIT: If ye want lyrics, this site is quite good. [ Wednesday, May 16, 2007 10:03: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ] -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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Safey, you got mail. I'll be back for the list in few hours. -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, May 15 2007 04:58
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Wonder where Lenar and premonition are... I'd definetely like them to post before me. As a completely unrelated note, I'd like to announce an OOC task to everyone: look through the web or your own music collection, pick a song you think fits for every notable character in this RP, and then post the list to this topic, preferably stuffed with links. I'll be posting my own list tomorrow. If this seems like a stupid idea, well, I totally agree. But I've been thinking about this for a while now, and desperatley needed to get out of my system. I blame Yumi. Written by Lone Flame quote:It's not a miracle at all that you've run into someone like Yumi. After all, she has a completely healthy personality... for a spoilt four-year-old little girl. -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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Some people here seem to think that getting to space and forming colonies is some kind of a necessity. I don't get why. There are many solutions to our problems, and space travel is one of the most far-fetched and technologically unfeasible option I can think of. Please, explain to the dimwit. -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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I too like pen & paper RPGs, although it's been some time when I last managed to get our group together. Most of the time I'm the GM, which sometimes annoys the hell out of me. Luckily, one of my friends has been picking up some skills lately, so hopefully I'll get to be a player more often. I'm currently pondering about creating a system based on a deck of normal playing cards, but haven't gotten much anywhere. I've also tried world-creation on several occasions, which has resulted in finnish texts of immense lenght. I've been pondering about resurrecting one of my older projects, maybe to couple with the new system. I have considered translating what I've got to english, too. Here are the games I've played so far: D & D : the 1st edition. My god, it's awfull! Elhendi, a naive finnish roleplaying adventure in elven realms. Successor to R.A.P.I.E.R. Middle-earth roleplaying game and Rolemaster. So many rules, SO MANY TABLES! Praedor, another weird finnish roleplaying game, made by Burger Games and based on a comic made by Petri Hiltunen. Try searching google for their homepage, their site has an "in english"-option as well. Several dozen home-brewn systems. Some were pretty good, some just plain sucked. I've considered reviving and translating one I made with my little brother, it was quite imaginative. And then there was Paranoia. I only played it once, but oh my what laughs I got out from the book... I also have several books and systems at home I haven't been able to test yet. I hope I'll find time for it someday soon. -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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Besides, we might actually find some use for that waste if we think for long enough. Shooting materials into void is stupid, no matter how useless those materials might seem. As for all sorts of space programs, I don't really see the point. They're costly, and give us almost no gain. We still have lots to do in understanding our own world, why should we be interested in others first? -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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It's not about understanding. It's about you two adding too much stuff and events to our world that other players have a hard time reacting to all that. There are already many subplots running and other things that need solving, invoking yet another bigger menace is just going to cause a mess. In my opinion, you don't need to drop your plans, just wait till those things are settled and others' characters have time to adjust to the changes you're making. EDIT: quote:I think I'm going to give this some attention in my next IC, but first I'll have to settle my disagreement with Nalyd. [ Saturday, May 12, 2007 09:08: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ] -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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I agree with what seems to be the majority that James and Geltor are acting too rashly and randomly. Safey and LF, slow your war-mongering for a while, and concentrate on detailing your characters more. Especially, try to make them more integrated in the world we're playing in. Also, Nalyd more PMs. Found time to write afterall. [ Saturday, May 12, 2007 07:54: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ] -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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Nalyd, check your PM! -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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quote:Nope. Feel free to do whatever you like with her. Reverend Matthew and Mrs. Avril (as well as the rest of the children) are at your disposal too, in case you want to use them. EDIT: I noticed something had been lost from the beginning of my post... luckily, I found an intact savefile and managed to fix that error. I'll be posting more IC today, likely only in a few hours. Now, however, I have to go. I have a house to clean. [ Friday, May 11, 2007 09:20: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ] -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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Ephesos and Safey, I can imagine you having some objections about my new post. If you want me to delete/add/change/correct something, please tell your opinios quickly. As for, Lenar, I am assuming that your character is leaving the inn during night-time, in which case he'll without doubt bump into Marras. If this is the case, feel free to boss him around untill I have time to write again (which should be tomorrow). If it's not the case, do what you want and I'll fix my post when I have time. -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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"What the-?" Marras muttered as he felt his surroundings. He was clearly lying on something solid... but was there air or water above him, he couldn't tell. His hearing was distorted, all the scents were strange and his sight... well, the problem was that he had no sight. "So, you finally woke up", a weak, raspy voice whispered from the darkness. "Where am I?" asked Marras. "Am... am I alive?" An echoing sigh replied. "Well, you are alive now", the voice answered. "Sort of." "Did you save me?" Marras asked. "Or are you a healer, or..." "You weren't saved", the voice replied, filled with... what, grief? "You fell from your boat and drowned, entangled in your own nets. Your body was lost in the river, and was probably eaten by the fish you used to capture for nourishment - the irony is fitting, agreed?" A long, akward silence ensued. "You've got to be joking", Marras replied. He lifted his fingers to feel if there was something wrong with his eyes... which soon revealed he had no eyes. Retaining his calmness, Marras felt around his face and neck in search of a his nose and ears, finding none. His fingers were met only by a smooth, if somewhat sticky, surface. "I wish I was", the voice replied. "But the truth is, I aren't. You died and your body was lost. More or less fortunately, though, your soul wasn't; instead, it was devoured by the creature you now inhabit." "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Marras muttered, and tried to stand up. It was much harder than he expected, mostly because his body felt (and was, in all reality) much heavier than he remembered. "It'd be much more helpfull if you just told me who the hell are you and where in the hell are we?" "Very well then", the voice chuckled, but its laughter was cut short by a burst of violent coughing. There was something in the sound that made Marras feel like the whole world was collapsing. He lifted his hands and pressed them against where his ears had used to be - it, of course, helped nothing. "I am.. sorry for that", the voice whispered, even weaker than before. "I'm... not in a very good condition... anymore..." "You still didn't answer my question", Marras snarled, taking few, staggering steps towards where the origin of the sound might have been. However, he stopped as he sensed what was ahead of him. This can't be he thought as he felt this massive wave of, well, something flush against his face. He felt like a small leaf in a waterfall, being swept away by the current. Somehow, he managed to hold his place, but it wasn't easy. What the hell is this, he wondered. "I see.. you can sense me. That is good, I no longer would have the strenght to bestow such powers upon you." Marras didn't like the way how the voice was filled with pride and... joy? He just couldn't tell... "You asked me... who I am. Well, I'm nobody, really. I was once referred to with the name Tuoni... perhaps you've heard it before?" Of course, what the voice implied was absurd. However, Marras wasn't in the position not to believe. Conceptions of time were whirling around in his mind, slowly forming into an image of someone old... no, not old. Ancient. "Keeper of white roses and the watchman at the gates of afterlife. You are Tuoni, the god of death", Marras could hear his own voice say. It wasn't until now that he realized how different his voice was from what he remembered; his old voice had been low and merry, this new one was hissing and cold. He knew already he would not like it. "Yes", said an old, pale man (1 dressed in red robes, sitting in a corner of dark and dusty cavern. "I'm glad you... worked it out... this *cough* soon. For a common man, you certainly have lots of wits. It's too bad we gods so often overlook your kind..." "Okay...", Marras muttered, and then assumed a stronger, more official tone. "Assuming I'm, you know, dead, it does make sense to meet you. However, assuming I'm somehow alive, meeting you makes no sense at all. So, what's going on?" "Oh, nothing spectacular. I'm just a good way into dying and have chosen you as my successor", Tuoni whispered and smiled sligthly. Marras stared him with disbelief. "Me? As your successor? Why?", he asked. "I mean, aren't there other gods to take your place? Why would you give your powers to an ordinary fisherman?" "Now that is a question with a long and... *cough*... complicated answer" Tuoni replied and wiped something, vaguely resembling blood, off from his lips with his deathly pale hand. "It might help if you understood that I cannot really give my position to away... and that your body already has everything necessary to take my place..." "I wasn't a god", Marras added hastily, without much thinking. "Of course you weren't... and that might actually be a *cough*... a good thing", Tuoni replied, "But the creature which swallowed your soul was, or at least was very close to becoming one. I've hunted it for decades... because of a mistake I made... seeking to correct..." Suddenly, Tuoni braced himself and his voice became much clearer, and filled with power and authority. His new voice made Marras tremble, but he had to admit it was much more convincing. "To be brief, me and my kin are responsible for your creation. Our stupid desire to become gods, to be the masters of this world and everything within it, drived your kind, the ordinary folk, into desperation. We laughed at them, for we thought they were too far beneath us to be of any significance. But one of them, called Makroangkeen, realized what we had done and how, perhaps better than any one else. And he also turned that knowledge against us; harnessing the new, strenghtened flows of magic, he created soldiers and monsters capable of fighting us. You might have heard of them; chimaera, piru, paholainen, oni, asura... they are all names for the same class of beings created by him." At this point, Tuoni's voice again began losing cohesion. It was accompanied by weakening of his lifeforce. Deep in his mind, Marras realized he was witnessing a death of god, and major one as well. And he had no clue how to relate to that. "Unfortunately for him, he underestimated us *cough* just as we underestimated him... we, too, made weapons... to counter his... You were one of them, but too strong. I tried to destroy you... but wasn't carefull enough...." Tuoni smiled again, the sad, nostalgic smile of an old man looking at the days long past. "You see, you were too powerfull... I saw in you the potential... to be new him. To cause another conflict... capable... of ripping this world apart..." Coughing out more oozing blackness which supposedly was his blood, Tuoni's body shook violently. Marras could feel his lifeforce fading, the waterfall running out of water. He took few steps closer, just to see his predecessor more closely before he'd pass away. "Of course, my concern might have been... missplaced. There are other forces at work now... as bad *cough* or worse... than you or him. Geltor, for example... his creation and lieutenant... that backstabbing bastard..." "I don't really get how all this is going to help in my new job" Marras said bluntly. "If I'm to be the new god of death, as you propose, I need something easier to cope with. Something practical, something..." Sighing, Marras kneeled beside the old man. "I am a simple man. These are not things I used to ponder in life, and I aren't sure whether I can understand them in afterlife either. I was a freakin' fisherman, for pities' sake..." "I see your concern *cough*... and am sorry I can't be of much help", Tuoni replied. "But you have to understand our history... if you want to ever understand the responsibility you hold..." His red eyes focused one last time, to the faceless head of Marras, and in them he saw the wisdom and insight of countless centuries. He could also see something he could not really understand, some sort of an image, a vision, maybe... and he realized what he had to do, even before Tuoni said it aloud. "Go south", he muttered, "to the sleeping god. He's stirring, sensing the events of the world. My last living brother... the circle is finally completing itself. The irony - despite all our power, we still can't escape the petty cycles of nature..." Tuoni's gaze finally dimmed, and his body fell limp. His last words were barely hearable: "Go to my brother... He was always a man of practice, he can guide you... tell you what to do... a great river..." After that, he was silent. After a long while, Marras decided to feel his pulse to see if he was still alive (although he was quite sure he wasn't), but before his white hand touched Tuoni's robes, his body exploded in a huge burst of light and warmth, throwing Marras's considerable bulk against the cave wall and causing all strings in his body to shift and reform. It never occurred to Marras whether that explosion had actually meant something. He soon noticed, though, that some of its brightness never left his new body, maybe as a sign of what he had now become. One might ask, what did he do after meeting the god of death. Well, he did what he had done most of his life: went fishing. And that didn't really turn out to be the brightest idea he had had... --- Eleven years had passed since that meeting. Eleven years Marras wandered around the world, trying to get used to his new body and place in the world. It had taken a long time before he had seriously began searching for guidance, a long time to realize no-one would come to him if he didn't make himself known... that, frankly, people and other gods were more interested in life than they were in death and end of the world. It had once made Marras howl with anger, but nowadays it only made him chuckle with amusement. It's all about patience he thought, and now his patience had been rewarded. The strand the jackdaw had given him had not contained one, but a whole dozen of souls. Unfortunately, only two of those souls had belonged to humans, so Marras was feeling a bit (2 disoriented. However, the other human soul had seen something higly interesting: the awakening of the sleeping god, the new coming of Sliross, Tuoni's brother. Rest assured, friend, that your death was not in vain, Marras cheered in his mind when he felt yet another huge lifeforce shift in his range of perception... 1) Marras couldn't really tell if Tuoni was actually a man: his face contained equal distribution of strong masculine and feminine features, and rest of his body was completely hidden by his robes. Actually, it wasn't even clear if there was an actual body under them. 2) To put it lightly. Very lightly. It is already harsh to see the world trough the eyes of other people... you can just imagine what seeing through the perspective of an eagle, a rat or a ladybug is like. Not recommended. 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quote:Feel free to interract with the Assasins; Isaac is just one wheel in a huge machine, and not a very important one, either. I don't need the whole organization to create one man's story. Actually, it might help me quite a bit to write about Isaac if someone else detailed the rest of the organization a bit... About all that ascension stuff, I am going to spill a few things about how Marras and Tuoni did it in my next IC. I don't know whether I can get it ready today, but I'm aiming for that. [ Thursday, May 10, 2007 04:46: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ] -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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Some don't need to sleep, some don't get to. What a cruel world we have... To those who don't understand the first part of my post: its referring to the very first IC I wrote for this RP, answering a question no-one made. It isn't really necessary, but I felt the need to write it for completenes's sake. Now there's a soul who really needs Lauraziel to comfort her... -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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"That's horrible! All their parents slaughtered by those vile fanatics... how did they ever manage to find their way here alone?" Mrs. Avril gasped, almost choking on her tea. "There was an older girl leading the other children. She seemed to know the countryside rather well. It is admirable how she remained calm in such horrible situation", Reverend Matthew said, smiling slightly. He had deep, dark shadows under his eyes, caused by too many sleeples nights. And if this continues, I'll never get to fix that, he thought. "Oh" Mrs. Avril said, managing to calm herself down. "That was a great stroke of luck, now, wasn't it. We clearly need more heroic souls like that in these vile days..." "Indeed we do", the Reverend muttered grimly. "Well, is this courageous soul still present?" Mrs. Avril asked, while taking another sip of her tea. "I'd very much like to meet her." "Well..." Matthew said, casting his eyes downwards. "She is still here, but she isn't doing very well. You see..." --- Somewhere, in the medical chambers of the cloister, a young girl, just in the brink of reaching womanhood, was sitting on an old wooden chair and staring through a dim, stained window. Against her chest, she held an old ragdoll, a doll that had onced belonged to her little sister. Now it was becoming frayed, and someone had ripped of the shining bronze buttons that had once served as its eyes and nose and mouth. In the distant eastern horizon, full moon was just climbing to skies of Kalandha. Her green eyes did not see that, though; she looked past the horizon, past the world of now, to the day her home village was razed to the ground. She remembered the cries, the laughter, the sound of steel cleaving through flesh. She remembered the blood, the burned buildings, the crying children. But most vividly, she remembered the bodies of her sister and mother. She remembered how they had been beaten, violated... and then there was him. Tears ran down her cheek and she grasped the doll even tighter as she remembered him. "They did not deserve it. Why them? Please, tell me, why them..." she whispered as images of a white, faceless phantom flowed past her vision. "Why, my god, why..." There she had been, staring at her memories and crying for weeks now, night and day. And there she would remain, always staring, always crying. Reverend Matthew looked at the girl for the last time, sighing deeply, before finally leaving her alone. But there wouldn't be sleep for him, either. No, he had to take care of the other children. "Vile times, indeed", he muttered as he went to see if at least the other kids would have reached the blissful state of dreaming... --- Never sleeping, always awake. Always aware. So what the heck does one do in such a state? Well, Marras knitted. It was surprisingly easy, as he was himself a practically unlimited supply of thread. The fact that the strings obeyed him without questions, adjusting to his every thought, was also rather helpful. When Marras had first experimented with his powers, he had been amazed by the amazing strenght and endurance his inhuman body gave him. But those improvements were small, only a little hint of a much deeper changes in his physique. He had spent many nights studying them, trying to understand them and learning how to benefit from them. Knitting happened to be one of the skills he had picked up early on; it sounded mundane, but to him it had much more applications than met the eye. Actually, Marras was quite sure he hadn't yet reached the limits of his ability, or perhaps never would. So numerous were the creations he could make, and as his path was mainly that of destruction, he enjoyed every moment of creation he was given. Normally, Marras re-absorbed his creations when they were ready, as every bit of his body also contained valuable souls. However, this time it wouldn't really matter, as Laura*) seemingly would stick with him for a while. She needed new clothes anyway, the few rags she had with her wouldn't do. Besides, Marras could already hear a flock of jackdaws yelling outside... It is done, Marras thought as the few last strands found their places in the fabric. With a bit of concentration, he severed the last strings connecting his work to the bulk of his body; there was a brief flash of light as a beautiful, white dress collapsed into a neat pile to his feet. That'll do, for the moment, he thought. He wondered whether there was any way he could colour it, but that could wait; he needed to hear Laura's opinion first. Assuming, of course, there was a way of getting a meaningful response out of her. Marras gently laid the dress on the dresser, and then quietly moved out of the room. To ensure he would not lose his key, Marras wrapped his hand around it and let it seek a place inside his body. Doing so always felt a bit discomforting, but he had found it was a highly practical way to store small items. You couldn't really lose yourself, or could you? Other inhabitants were already fast asleep as Marras skulked outside. They probably wouldn't have noticed him even if they had been fully awake in a lit room, but he could never be sure. Some people were extremely sensitive to supernatural presence while asleep, and Marras had found that out the hard way. I wonder whether she's giving them bad dreams he chuckled mentally before picking a soul from the first jackdaw... *) Marras didn't really understand how the name had come to him. The woman had never said it aloud, at least, but somehow he felt compelled to use that name when referring to her. Gods definitely work in strange ways. -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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For Yumi's sake, I hope she never runs into Marras. He has enough troubles with one insane female, another will surely drive him crazy. Well, crazier. Or perhaps bloodlusting. Also, he really should visit Trantite at some point. With all that dead material running around the place, he could sustain himself for years! Well, more like months. Or days. But the place would still get much cleaner, wouldn't it? I seriously wonder what will happen when Seoth and Marras finally run into each other. It seems it's not going to happen anytime soon, but it'll be an interesting encounter nonetheless. -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |