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Forum Games / Re: The Avatar Above Me
« on: November 12, 2011, 06:38:18 pm »
7/10

Mostly because the colors just blend too well with the background.

All hail the God Empress of Equestria though.

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Spore: Creation Corner / Re: The KOSMOSIS CHRONICLES
« on: November 07, 2011, 05:58:51 pm »
Same here.

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Spore: Roleplaying and Story Games / Re: [CoA] Lands of Auralon IC
« on: November 06, 2011, 12:34:39 pm »
The horde continued to charge forth towards the group, only now a small part of that horde was on fire. Zombie after zombie fell before Castur, their breaking bodies making a satisfying crunch as bones snapped and collapsed upon themselves. But no matter how many where slain, the fiends just kept crawling out of the woodwork.

Arcold maneuvered as he fought, trying to keep the undead in front of him, when facing an enemy who relied on numbers, he needed to make sure they couldn’t take full advantage of it by somehow getting behind him or flanking. Something that Vor’kera had a minor lapse in. Arcold cursed under his breath, knowing the Photos was going to be quiet literally eaten alive if someone didn’t help him. Castur, seemed to be busy with the horde around him, and everyone else was fighting for their lives.

Arcold lifted his axe above him, activating his god given abilities as one of their chosen warriors. The axe began to glow with an aurora of color shifting flames that changed quickly from red, purple, to green. The undead around him stalled for a moment at the display but a moment only, fear and self preservation was something beyond the pathetic creatures. Without a second more of hesitation they lunged at him, to which Arcold responded with a nice, clean, swipe of god blessed fury. One swing unleashed torrents of dark flames, disintegrating multiple undead in front of him. His sword had taken on similar blessed features as his axe, to which he unleashed a flurry of strikes from both weapons as he slowly hacked a path to Vor’kera.

Breaking through the thick horde between them Arcold took position behind Vor, watching his back while letting the Photos watch his. The undead where relentless however, attacking in waves between seconds long intervals. Gunshots began to ring through the air as some of the undead apparently had enough memories of their past lives to use their more complex weapons. They where clusmy shots, but harmful all the same.

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Spore: Creation Corner / Re: Current Concensus on Space Combat in the RG
« on: November 06, 2011, 11:46:56 am »
You know, while where talking about retcons, theres one thing I would like to change entirely.

The Core Combine First Contact War.

I consider that RP a complete disaster in OOC. Not because I lost, but because at the time, I was too shy an uncertain to oppose UFO King's HAXXOR SUPER NUKE SPREE THAT EVERYONE STARTED COMPLAINING ABOUT WHEN HE POINTED THE NUKES AT THEM!

I don't want to say it never happened. Nor, do I necessarily want a "do-over" but I would to change that instead of losing their homeworld, the Combine instead lost some critical forward bases, each which was an absolute and bloody pain to take, and that was after forcing the initial invasion force out of defenders territory.


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Spore: Roleplaying and Story Games / Re: [CoA] Lands of Auralon OOC
« on: November 06, 2011, 01:25:25 am »
So, we start off with some zombies and then we make our way up to bigger baddies... :)

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Spore: Roleplaying and Story Games / Re: [CoA] Lands of Auralon IC
« on: November 06, 2011, 01:20:39 am »
Lar’vois made a deep, hacking cough; trails of blood ran down the sides of his mouth as the light ever so slowly crept from his form, slowly taking on a deathly pallor. He weakly reached to his side, trying to grasp the sack he had dropped from before.

"Please…" he said weakly…



Within the damp and darkness of the tunnels the group had just passed through, not all seemed to be dead and empty, not anymore. Within each corpse an unnatural and sickly green glow entered into their lifeless eyes. Slowly, they push themselves off the ground, out of the rubble, and grasped their old weapons. As more of their brothers and sisters rose from their graves the undead shambled through the narrow tunnel, their actions directed by an unseen hand.



"Please…" Lar’vois said again as he brought the sack up and tried to hand it to Castur. The strange bag actually seemed to glow with an outlandish blue light from within. "…Castur… all of you… please, you must not let this device fall into his hands. If it does… I…I don’t know what might happen. But I know it will be nothing good."

"He *cough* He’s a monster..." He continued, his voice becoming fearful as the memories came back. "We tried to fight him and his minions, but he picked us off one by one... he tore apart Ker'Cairdon with foul magic, he was so fast he danced circles around Jenel, a-and then he picked up Greivax and... and I swear I think he sucked out his soul!"

Lar'vois began trying calm himself as he attempted to banish the memories of that horrifying battle.

"I know I won't make it... but please... just keep this out his grasp... don't let him do any harm with it.... and...." Lar'vois breath slowly became labored as the life in his eyes slowly faded "I'll...... rest..... easy..."

And then there was nothing. The Photos body remained limp on the blanket, eyes staring blankly into nothingness.

Arcold had drawn both of his weapons, having put away the illuminator since Kor’veras had generously provided a light to the room. The Vrin looked on edge. "Ready yourselves! There’s a foul stench in the air…"

And foul it was. The sound of rushing footsteps, moans and screeches rapidly began to close in on the room, and soon their forms where revealed. They were familiar, many of them where the previous bandit corpses the group had passed by previously, while others who emerged from other entrances and crevasses where less so. No vestige of life was in their glowing eyes, all that remained was the stripped and shattered fragments of a soul. Their eager advanced became even more furious when they spotted still living, warm, flesh.

Arcold lashed out at the first walking corpse. "Back! Back you mindless wretches!" He yelled as he stabbed his long sword into his first target, when that wasn’t enough, he wretches the blade upward and spit the things upper body in half. First kill. He violently swung his axe into another abomination’s head, spilling it’s gray matter onto the floor, but soon it was replaced by another…

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Spore: Roleplaying and Story Games / Re: [CoA] Lands of Auralon OOC
« on: November 05, 2011, 10:48:32 pm »
Ya. He's pretty much one of those characters.

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Spore: Roleplaying and Story Games / Re: [CoA] Lands of Auralon OOC
« on: November 05, 2011, 05:06:25 pm »
Just a little more build up I promise.

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Spore: Roleplaying and Story Games / Re: [CoA] Lands of Auralon IC
« on: November 05, 2011, 05:06:00 pm »
Arcold rolled his three eyes at the before him. He could care less about the creature Vor’Kera had injured, but Castur’s insistence on helping “The Aware” was possibly going to be trouble. He didn’t need the group to start in-fighting at the wrong moment, but then again most of them seemed to be above that, and even then at least they seemed to be trying to make amends. There were tensions, but it was unlikely to be too much of a problem if the life and limb where suddenly put on the line.

Cranking the illuminator Vor’Kera had gave him; he added his own light to the ever present darkness and lead on, Yuta by his side casting his magical glow to reveal the path.

The party proceeded on and the tunnels remained eerily quiet, the only noise breaking the silence was the occasional spark from ancient wires and the shifting debris of small scavengers fleeing into the darkness, but this was hardly a comfort. The underway was supposed to be infested with bandits and marauders, yet the group had yet to encounter a single living band of these dregs. Dead bandits and marauders however, where in ready supply; there were plenty of them to fill a graveyard. The group passed by many abandoned encampment as they explored, inhabited only by a collection of corpses. There were definite signs of battle, the deads wounds suggested they were killed with sword, gunfire, and every now again one looked as though it was savagely torn apart limb by limb. Furthermore, the corpses seemed rather fresh, decomposition had begun to set in but whatever battles that broke out here could have only happened a day or two ago.

The shadows slowly began to recede, and the tunnels began to open up into what looked like a station, a meeting point the giants once used to act as crossroads for their massive transit system. The situation here was the same as the tunnels: Lots of dead bodies. Only these looked far better armed than the raiders they found in the tunnels. Their armor and weapons suggested that this must have been a band of Relic Hunters, one of the groups that had disappeared into the ruins and never emerged. The state of the corpses however was cause for alarm, while the condition of the bandit bodies suggested a battle from days ago, these corpses could have only been made mere hours ago.

A sudden rustle was heard as a figure slowly shambled from the shadows, a humanoid figure that was unmistakably a Photos.

“Ca-Castur?” The Photos wheezed out as he limped towards the group. The individual in question as one Lar’vios, a rather green, but talented Relic Hunter, on his last venture into the ruins he had gotten injured and had sought out the healers help, his wounds were not exactly fatal at the time but without a doctor they could have easily proved critical if not treated. However Lar’vios was hardly daunted by the wounds he sustained last time and had went back into the ruins with his group after he healed. He was never heard from again. Here he was now however and these wounds he possessed now where hardly scratches…

Large amounts of blood was dripping out of the Photos side; he managed a few steps to Castur before falling on his knees and leaning on a nearby pillar. Letting a rather a small sack fall to the ground as he groaned.

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Spore: Roleplaying and Story Games / Re: [CoA] Lands of Auralon OOC
« on: November 04, 2011, 09:21:13 am »
Arcold as the authorital straightman on a mission. 

Ironically, he was going to be an axe crazy berserker.

But then people started calling him the leader of the group and then I decided to make him a lawful evil proud warrior.

Yes, he is still lawful evil. Which is actually amazing among Vrin. Most of the time there all "Maim Kill Burn!"

Though Vrin like Arcold are the ones who become dangerously genre savvy Overlords.

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Spore: Roleplaying and Story Games / Re: [CoA] Lands of Auralon OOC
« on: November 03, 2011, 10:27:13 am »
I was going to wait a few more hours just in case Grox wants to join us again. I can just move on if you people want though.

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Spore: Creation Corner / Re: The KOSMOSIS CHRONICLES
« on: November 02, 2011, 08:29:17 am »
If we do move to another site, can I move Auralon there too?

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Spore: Creation Corner / Re: The Perrachi
« on: October 31, 2011, 05:47:35 pm »
And space vikings too, why not.

Your not being...sarcastic are you?

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Spore: Roleplaying and Story Games / Re: [CoA] Lands of Auralon OOC
« on: October 26, 2011, 04:49:22 pm »
Since I assumed no one had any idea what to post, and because Badgerman's situation is understandable, I had just moved everything forward.

You can still mention anything special you have brought along or anything.

If anyone still wants to join now is a good time to meet up with the group. You can use the excuse that you where exploring the ruins and you meet by coincidence.

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Spore: Roleplaying and Story Games / Re: [CoA] Lands of Auralon IC
« on: October 26, 2011, 04:44:46 pm »
One by one the party made their way to the gates, greetings where exchanged, last minute information was shared and final provisions where gathered. Armed and armored, the group made their way out of the gates and headed into the wilderness. Even from Dartterkirk the peaks of the Giant’s towers could be seen from a distance…

Aside from the occasional random growl of some predator and the constant, sleepy chirping of avian flora as day turned to dusk, the journey to the giant’s city was relatively uneventful. The only moments of short conversation mostly consisted of references to map, not so much to make sure that they were on the right path to the city (considering they could see it from their position) but to make sure they were heading to the right entrance.

"It’s here…" Alcord said almost excitedly as he drew his sword and began to hack at a wall of flora, each cut of the foliage slowly revealed a solid, metallic, surface behind it. Soon the Vrin ceased his rampant slashing and stepped back from his work. In front of the group was a large circular hatch, attached to a stone like wall, a recorded entrance into the underway. The party’s strongest members loosened the hatches locks and slowly opened it, the hatch making a squeaky groan all the way.

Nothing but darkness greeted them. In front of the group lay an impermeable void. The only source of light consisting of the occasional spark flickering in the distance before being swallowed by the hungry gloom. The silence was strong enough that the noise of the wilderness behind them seem to quiet in respect to the scene. The only sound that occasionally interrupted the quiet was the occasional "drip-drip" of leaking water and the rapid scuttling and hisses of startled vermin. Arcold pulled out one of the illuminator’s Vor’kera had passed out and lit it, lighting a small span in front of him, yet even then, the shadows seemingly had minds of their own as they tried to snuff out the light where ever it shined. Slowly he stepped in first.

"This is it. Don’t let your guard down for a second." He said as he headed inside.

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