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He nods sagely, “I see… then, perhaps you might know anyone who would of brough the universe’s wrath down on you? Anyone who would dare mess with curses and such?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She takes a moment, finishing her tea before an idea popped into her head. “Perhaps.. a small sleepover..? With only a few people.. that way I could make multiple starts..?” |
Sarah shook her head. "I dunno, i mean...we got rid of the fascist who tried to genocide the Roodem...we fought against the Primaeri who tried to genocide us...there was the demons but that hardly counts as anything, the zombies were a push over...i can't think of anything we've done wrong; we've only ever tried to keep to ourselves and just...get on with life." |
Witta shook her head. ****** Delegata kissed passionately back. |
The Rei Khans Wife of North South North West Kansas Connie laughs softly. “That happens. These days I swear I’ve got some kind of brain fog and I can’t remember anything.” (You quoted me here but didn’t say anything?? That’s probably a typo lol. No rush either way ;P) |
The Rei Khans Wife of North South North West Kansas Kansas nods. “That’s not a bad idea. It could be fun to do something like that, although I’ve never actually done one before.” |
(Attempt 2) "Yeah...if they are still alive, or perhaps if whatever magical order they may have been a part of persists to this day, they could probably help the world out quite a bit." |
Alena nodded. ****** Iblion smiled and slowly withdrew. Harold chuckled slightly. |
Witta nodded. ****** Delegata nodded, and her regular clothing reappeared on her. |
Alena chuckled slightly. ****** Iblion continued to walk. |
"It is a matter of safety, of security. Knowledge is powerful and dangerous. If it gets in the wrong hands, terrible things could happen." ****** "A Sorcerer Orb is what Sorcerers are trapped in. You remember what Sorcerer Maven was trapped in, right? That little ball? That was a Sorcerer Orb. Of course, in his case, there were a lot of extra protections in place, including another Sorcerer and a large outer shell. Usually though, it is just the small orb, hidden away, locking away the Sorcerer forever - or at least that was the case, until I came along and escaped. I'm the first ever to do so." |
Alena nodded. ****** "First one to escape? interesting, how did you do it?" |
The Dark Voidlands of The Children of Eternity "Well, I... I'm actually not sure." Brigit looks around the room at the other girls thoughtfully. Before she can finish speaking a clamor arises from at least five of them, protesting that this is their home, their lives, and everything they know. And as Kat puts it, Jonathan had promised he wasn't shutting them down. "...yeah, no one wants that. There really isn't that much empty space back in these slums," she shrugs. "There's one freshly emptied apartment some distance that way, but it's less than ideal for teaching people." Shockingly, it's Father Prunty who offers a solution. His words issuing from the shadowed corner where he had nearly been forgotten startle more than a few of the people in the room, but everyone recovers quickly enough. ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ (just a cool suit for now) Celeste bobs her head happily. She considers for a moment. Gazing at Katrina from the side and smiling to herself, Celeste takes another sip from her beer. |
The Federal Republic of Rathoria High Command grinds their teeth but reluctantly gives the order to carefully pull back half of the readied forces from their staging areas. They really don't like this, but blood-thirsty Aerlanicans recommending against immediate assault are a bad omen and not to be taken lightly. The facts stacked against Rathoria are too great to ignore and this invasion needs to have a very successful start for there to be any chance of a timely victory. Although the Directorate of Indeterminate Threats claims to have a strong idea of the Tyramonian superweapon and how to counter it, the Rathorian Assembly agrees that their information is too uncertain to act. Demobilizing only fifty percent of the prepared troops is a calculated move designed to make the most efficient use of Rathorian soldiers. It should depopulate the "front lines" enough to prevent the Aerlanican traitors from suspecting anything, but also keep enough of a force available to react immediately should the situation change too rapidly for a stealthy rearmament. They are, however, extremely pleased with the opportunity to have some Waste-Rangers of their own. High Command gladly dispatches another corvette to the Federation-in-exile, this time loaded with a platoon of NPN-4 operators. While not as widely recognized as Orbital Insertion Troopers or Marine Strikers, these army special forces are probably the best suited to becoming trained in hazardous environments. High Command decided the OITs are getting enough screen time in this operation already, and the Strikers are extensively trained in zero-gee combat but have little experience on land. |
Jonathan claps his hands loudly. He paused. Father Prunty paused. "Splendid! i shall advertise it for both men and women!" He looked over the girls and women. "Er...Katherine, Anne and...Marté, we shall make an excursion out to this new establishment with Father Prunty...Mr Luthar, hold down the fort with Mr Marquis and Miss Brigit...inform various other courtesan houses that the time has come for a new and improved...i have no idea what this city is called, i am appauled." He turned to Father Prunty. ****** Katrina let out a little laugh. It was a beautiful laugh, and Celeste couldnt help but smile wider. She turned to Celeste and caught her looking. Katrina smirked and gave a pose. The NPN-4 platoon is directed to Shakar, specifically, a region known as the Ashlands in an Augustan translation. Shakar itself is a craggy, windswept, mountainous planet with splotches of fertile soil clustered around vast lakes or intermingled amongst large swaths of poor ground, gravel or stone. Forests are made of tall, ashen trees with wide, flat canopies of green-brown leaves that photosynthesise in the bright light of the twin suns, and most foiliage is hardy. There is some volcanic activity, especially in the Ashlands, which creates an awkward dynamic with the native population seemingly still transitioning away from the feudal era and into a society reminiscent of the Aerlanican Federation; since the volcanic eruptions create rich, fertile soil, but pose dangers to the large, half-goat half-human hybrids. The NPN-4 platoon is shown to the Ashlands due to it's similarity with the Aerlanican Wastes, notwithstanding the heat. They are then met with the famous Waste-Rangers. True to their roots, the Waste-Rangers wear large coats covered with scraps of cloth and material. This time, it is black and grey to match the volcanic rock and dust that is swept up. All the waste rangers wear gas masks, fitting due to the sandstorms that occasionally sweep through these regions. The NPN-4 Platoon is given similar gear, before they are escorted to a camp in a relatively safe region. Every day consists either of waking up, going for an intensive run before doing rigorous exercise, then continuing their run back to the camp. That or it consists of a slew of skills Waste-Rangers deem essential. Indeed, these are certainly scouts; Waste-Ranger recruits are taught in the ways of stealth and camouflage, sniping, scouting, spotting and likewise. They continually are forced to look at pictures and sihouettes of various planes, vehicles and spacecraft to recognise which one is friendly and what is not. They are tought firmly in various forms of problem solving, lockpicking, improvisation of equipment into tools. It is exhaustive as the Waste-Rangers seemingly train the Rathorian recruits in their care in seemingly every skill. It is clear to see why the Waste-Rangers are not only a jack of all trades, but also why they're masters of them, and why so few even exist. |
"You think they would just ignore it and move on if they did understand it? No, all too often they would use their knowledge to their own benefit. You are right that there is danger in ignorance, but it is better to have a powerless danger than a dangerous power." ****** "With more help from you than you would expect." |
The Rei Khans Wife of North South North West Kansas Lucas nods. “Yeah, they would. I’ll see what I can find.” Connie nods. “I’m sure it’ll come back to you.” |
"Mm... so no one with a personal grudge against you then?" "Y-yes, that is right." He gives a thoughtful nod, "Well, I do believe that is all for today. Just need to do some paperwork and then we could have these chats.. mm.. perhaps on a weekly basis?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You can invite who you think would be best.." Azulakas says, before a realization hits her, |
"Well the term danger implies that it already has enough power to pose a threat. If something is dangerous it has the capacity to cause harm if certain counter-measures or precautions are not put into place." ****** Iblion raised an eyebrow. They slowly trundled forth down the road. After some time, Harold turned to Connie. He shrugged. He shook his head. "I heard that asshole." Tsarina growled. Sarah slowly nodded. She paused. "And the Wrath of the universe?" |
(I don't really have much else here. Do you have any ideas?) "Indeed, and one such counter-measure is to ensure it does not become more powerful. To do that would be foolish." ****** "Well...I don't know if he is powerful, or if it is just your power flowing through him somehow." |
Alena slowly nodded. ****** Iblion shrugged. "How do you know this?" "Because i had a...a little chat...with him." Iblion let out a laugh. |
Witta nodded. ****** Delegata smiled. |
Alena turned to Witta. Her face blank and calm. ***** "Please, even if he was alive he couldn't even bring himself to kill a fly; he was little more than an overglorified flesh bag." |
The Rei Khans Wife of North South North West Kansas “I’m thinking maybe Rei or Aerlanica to start with. SDNP and Gondor are probably my best friends around here but I haven’t heard from either of them in a long time...” she shrugs. “And as for where, I would pick somewhere you’re comfortable in. I’m happy to host it here if you’d like.” (Lol I’m forgetting who else is involved in countryhumans XD) “That is really weird,” Connie says. “You said you heard this from a tree?” (Not sure who’s chasing Corali or if they would catch up to her?? Otherwise they could go back to Kansas for a bit, maybe. I’m not sure if you had any plans for Corali with this as well so it’s up to you.) |
"For...the reasons that I just said?" ****** "Fair point, but his existence is itself an annoyance, is it not? Isn't that why you want him dead?" (Well, the people chasing her are currently busy with other stuff in other rp threads...I guess other people could be sent to find Corali, but I'm not really sure how they would find her. I didn't really have any more plans for Corali for a while, so I guess she can go back to Kansas for a bit. I mean eventually someone will have to find her and she'll have to leave, but that may not be for some time.) |
"No as in why should i be wary of people trying to use my teachings against me? the power of Azerian is granted by Azerian alone." ****** "I'm sure he is dead." Iblion said. Harold nodded. |