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Post by Arreck on Aug 16, 2003 21:18:32 GMT -5
Right then. Your errors:
Nogan have no endless lessons, really. They could be called lessons I suppose, but they are practical field work.
Nogan probably wouldn't run away. If you want, that's fine, although it kind of deviates from the species personality. There are strange ones in every species, though, so this is not bad, just know that it isn't Nogan-y.
Finally, this is just personal, I guess, but refer to the Gods as Spirits when in Nogan character.
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Post by TiJiL on Aug 17, 2003 21:41:53 GMT -5
Ok, Note 1: My policies on late posts: Basically, I give you 1-2 days to post. If we are doing something where your constant decisions really aren’t vitally important, such as just exploring about or setting up the story, I will give you 24 hours to post. If you haven’t posted by that point, essentially I’ll just pass you over, and assume you follow the group around. However, if we are in the midst of combat, where your decisions may be important for life and death of your character, then I will give you 48 hours to post. After the time limit in either case I may simply take your turn for you, instead of just ignoring you for that turn.
Note 2: You guys aren’t really giving me much to base on… You aren’t doing anything in your posts. I must congratulate you on good backstories… We have a nice diversity of characters. However, I’d prefer if a bit more was given to me than “I look over at the choeroed, who is making me nervous” or such actionless posts. Tell me what you do, please. This really wasn’t so bad this time, because I can give a bit more description of the area, but in the future, try to do something with each post… Ok… On to the RPG now!
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“Order 81! Ziela!” one of the chefs called from the column in the center, gesturing towards a steaming dish that was resting inside of the window there. Not producing any effort beyond that, he retired back to his cooking. Within the diner there is an interesting hymnal music playing, and the sound system is nice enough that it truly sounds as though there are a chorus of sigwar vocalizing in their raspy voices among you. Pretty soon, a female sigwar and her three children enter the diner, order something, and sit back at one of the sigwar tables. Her children are chanting incessantly about something they saw, but none of you can discern what it is, exactly, that they are saying. The lights and music suddenly fade for an instant, then return to their former brilliance. Obviously the sandstorm above you is no normal storm. It is shaking the city at its immense depth, and outside in the plaza you can see sand slowly sifting down from the tall ceiling.
You take a better look at the plaza. It is a rhombus in shape, and each of its sides seems to have a very distinct purpose. The side you are on contains your diner, of course, but also a small restaurant and a supermarket of sorts. In front of the market is an immense system of pipes and pumps, which is currently being guarded by two sigwar soldiers. On the side of the plaza to your left you can see a transit station of sorts, which seems to offer transportation aid through a city LSV taxi system, or through a massive underground wind train. On either side of the transit station is a big tunnel with paths, obviously meant for those who wish to visit other parts of the city on foot. On the side opposite you are a number of small shops, one of which appears to be an armory of sorts, and a hotel. To one side of the hotel is a pair of tall cylinders that currently glow with a sort of electric blue and emit a calming hum. Finally, the plaza side to your right boasts a gigantic temple, ornamented with many extravagant pinnacles and towers.
You turn now to the center of the plaza, where a small rest stop or sorts sits, right next to the track for the wind train. A gigantic pillar goes all the way up to the ceiling of the city, containing a small, pneumatic elevator. Four benches sit nearby, one on each side of the elevator shaft. Finally, a curved flight of stairs winds its way around the shaft, as well as a slanted tunnel coming from another entrance to the city, connecting to the stairs about 40 feet off of the ground.
The sound of heavy footsteps turns your attention to the door of the diner. Slowly plodding in is one of the biggest sigwar you’ve ever seen. He’s a big male, and he’s easily 7 feet tall. He wears a holster over his midsection, which currently contains four Sandstorm G-7 Pistols. As he enters the diner, he lets out a bellow of laughter and approaches the nearest terminal, punching in the code for several woopa juice. The terminal’s monotone voice spoke his order.
“Three Woopa Juice… 80% concentration”. Still snickering somewhat, he moved and sat at one of the sigwar booths, impatiently waiting for his drinks. His three fingers tap nervously against the sleek stone wall.
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Post by Arreck on Aug 17, 2003 21:47:28 GMT -5
Startled somewhat by the sudden appearance of the new Sigwar, I check around for signs of life. As a choeroed, I'm VERY bored, and cannot stand to sit still and just wait for the storm to end. Therefore, I risk walking over to the newcomer and saying:
"Some storm, huh? What's your story?"
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Post by Moontide on Aug 17, 2003 23:30:49 GMT -5
I perk up both my ears to hear what either the Sigwar or the choeroed have to say about the unusual storm. I'd prefer if the sand didn't have to get all over the place, and I sneeze as some of the dust settles in my nasil passages. Covering my nose, I dart under the table faster than I could think about it and I waited for any unwanted attention to turn elsewhere.
I muttered under my breath: "I sure hope i can stow away on the next shuttle to the Flagship without getting caught."
Unfortunately the storm still showed no signs of letting up and the newest inhabitant of the bar had yet to explain his theories on this sandstorm. I listened almost impatiently, hoping for bits of evidence to waft to my ears from above the table. I thought about checking out the armory, but I was unsure of my funds, which may or may not have been misplaced when scurrying through the shuttle terminal before leaving the Flagship.
I decided to wait on things and hoped something pertinent might catch my ear while I made myself comfortable in my newest hiding spot.
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Post by RabbitDawg on Aug 17, 2003 23:58:21 GMT -5
I was still somewhat depressed as I arrived at the diner. Thinking of my childhood always had that effect, so I decided to sit alone at one of the empty Sigwar tables and again began to write, hoping the storm would pass soon. '... And I desire to break free; from the bonds that held m--' "Order 81! Ziela!" I suddenly heard my name called and realized my order was ready, so I ditched my poem. Expressing emotions was fine, but... when one was hungry, food is near the top of the priority list. I got up and retrieved my order from the center of the diner and returned to my empty table. 'The other table behind me is empty too,' I noted. 'I can't be THAT revolting...' But I shrugged those thoughts aside and began to eat. 'Ah... bliss,' I thought. I had been hungry for quite some time. As I continued to eat, something suddenly drew my attention: A big Sigwar male suddenly entered the room. I kept on eating my food but watched him out of the corner of my eye. He went up to the center of diner and ordered three woopa juice. Then, another thing caught my eye... he had four sandstorm pistols! 'Hmm... maybe I should check out some of the shops later on...' I noted to myself. But I pushed the mental note to the back of my mind when he sat in the empty Sigwar booth behind me. I immediately debated whether or not to try and spark some type of conversation. Yeah, I'm not very social, but I was quite curious about him. Then, as if The Gods had sent me helpers, a choeroed decided to go up to the big Sigwar and ask: "Some storm, huh? What's your story?" I immediately tuned my ears to the conversation behind me. But at the same time, my eyes caught something too 'huh? Was there something under that table? I could've sworn I saw something...' But I didn't want to look under their table and draw any attention so I let it go and tuned my ears again and awaited the big Sigwar's response.
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Post by DigiDayDreamer on Aug 18, 2003 14:57:15 GMT -5
Arriving at the diner, I managed to escape from the sandstorm, coughing like sandpaper shook hands with my throat. Curiously, I took any empty table next to that female Sigwar, who was furiously scribbling something. Taking out my hoe on my back, I examined if it was in fit condition.
"Hmm, it's doesn't look too bad," I said to myself, hiding a smile as I placed my hoe back where I had it.
"Order 81! Ziela!" I perked up at the loud voice, dimly noticing that the female Sigwar beside me seemed perked up too. Maybe Ziela was her name. I pondered of asking that question when the diner door swung open, a mini-sandstorm conquering the placid atmosphere.
And then I saw the biggest Sigwar I ever saw! At his midsection were four pistols of sorts. Whoa! I thought, who ever need that many weapons? Maybe he's a mercenary.
I looked away. My parents continually told me that a mercenary is never good news. Rumors told many needless suffering and death because of them. But they were just rumors. At least I hoped so.
He seemed pretty intimidating and strong, being seven feet tall and all. Then this Choeroed came up to the Sigwar who asked a pretty expensive drink and asked about the storm.
The storm. It was a Farmer's worst nightmare. Not many plants survived a storm like this. Even if there were any left, it wouldn't be enough for a single meal for a young Nogan like me.
Then this Norkid scurried underneath a table nearby, his ears perking up as listening to the Sigwar and Choeroed. It must be important if someone's listening to a conversation, I thought. So I too listened to the giant Sigwar's response, but pretending not to at the same time.
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Post by TiJiL on Aug 18, 2003 16:33:47 GMT -5
The big sigwar seems not to notice at first, and you feel that he is being quite rude by not answering Gliix. However, in a moment, he pivots his head around and lets out a quick gasp of surprise. He seemed to genuinely not have heard or seen him.
"Oh... Yeah... Something about that storm? Sure, sure... It's big." He glanced about nervously, still clicking his claws against the wall. "I say it's a sign" he whispers, but not very quietly. The two sigwar in the corner stop their conversation and look at him, looks of exasperation on their faces. This he did seem to notice. "It's true! You wait!" he roared. "The 'Gods' told me!" One of the other sigwar, a faintly purple female, stepped forward. "Don't listen to him, Choeroed... Sav is just a raving drunkard." This seemed to anger Sav somewhat, who quickly drew one of his pistols and trained it on the sigwar. One of the cooks noticed, and seemed about ready to report, so he quickly stowed the weapon and sat back down. He bent back down to Gliix and spoke in a whisper again. "She's wrong... Well... Not entirely wrong... I am a raving drunkard... But I tell you, this storm is a sign. I've been feeling this for a long time... It's tearing me up. I feel so nervous... I assure you, the Gods have told me that we are soon to be at war. I'm convinced this sandstorm is the beginning." The sigwar female seemed to have been still listening to him, and had moved slightly closer. "And what about the past four or five sandstorms that you predicted the same thing for?" He ignored her as the cook yelled out.
"Order 83! Sav!" he called, leaving a tray with three glasses of a bright orange liquid on the counter. Sav stood, plodded over to the drinks, and returned to his table. He seemed unsure of which one to drink first, but they all seem identical. Finally, he made a selection and downed one of the drinks in a single swig. After a satisfied sigh, he placed the empty glass back on the table under a slow trickle of sand. He then laid back and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. He kept talking, though it seemed he didn't know exactly whom he was speaking to.
"Don't let the drunk thing trick you... Ol' Sav is no fool. Never got any of that religion stuff, if you know what I mean, but I tell you there ain't a better shot in all of Ginnad, 'cept perhaps my dear mum. You mark my words though... I've been around this planet a time or two (and even to a few others)... This storm means something." With his eyes still closed, he fumbled for one of his pistols and nonchalantly fired a blind shot into the rock ceiling, resulting in a sudden pour of sand from the spot, which quickly stopped as a pebble stuffed up the hole. He laid back farther and used one of his feet to slide one of his drinks over to Gliix (extremely accurately, considering he just downed one himself...)
"Help yourself, Choeroed... Don't let anyone have my last one, though... I've been pretty busy lately... Going to take a little rest here." He closed his mouth and finally slumped down to the oddest sleep position any of you had ever seen, on his back with one leg and his tail on the table, the other leg in the air, and his head laying on the ridge behind his booth.
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In response to Yiln's money problem, I am slightly altering the rules. Every non-hurk character will start with 50 pats. Twasseccs start with 75, and Sigwar Priests start with 100. This money can be on your character just assumed, such as in your pocket, or can be obtained through other means at the player's discretion. (For instance, a norkid character who doesn't usually have pockets could find some money on the floor, dropped under the table or something.)
Also, I am working on a few drawings pertinent to the RPG. Probably by my next post I'll have the sigwar drawing up, as well as a map of the plaza and the shops. (Just a warning, sigwar are not very pretty... Very very cool, but not pretty.)
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Post by RabbitDawg on Aug 19, 2003 1:03:41 GMT -5
'A sign of war? With what?,' I thought to myself. Then another thought made its way into my mind. 'He said he "Never got any of that religion stuff, if you know what I mean," so why does he believe in what The Gods have to say?' I kept thinking and thinking while I finished off the last of my order. I wanted to ask Sav -- well, I wanted somebody else to ask Sav so I can listen -- about the sign.... war with who? I mean, I've been a priestess for quite a while and yet I have never received any word from The Gods about this. But, as if to cancel out my recent good fortune, Sav fell asleep... in a highly awkward position I might add. There went all the hope of finding out more. 'Unless... Well, I'm still a priestess. Maybe I can find out myself what this storm means.' As my thoughts began to return to normal and not so focused on the table behind me, I noticed it had gotten slightly more crowded. A Nogan farmer was in the table in front of me while Sav and the Choeroed (and that thing I could've sworn go under the table) was in the table behind. Plus, many of the people's attention was in the table behind me and thus I was in their range of vision. I hated that. I preferred to be the person in the background... or maybe even behind the scenes. Plus, I was done eating my food, so I got the dish, and added it to the stack of dishes for the dishwasher in the center of diner. Then, I left the diner. 'I'll probably come back later when it's not as crowded and noisy... I need some fresh air anyway....' I decided to wander around the plaza. Across from me were various shops and a hotel. 'I might have to go check those out,' I thought. Maybe I can buy myself a weapon or something... since all I have is my windcharm... and I might have to stay at the hotel if this storm doesn't clear up soon.... And I've only got 50 pats le--' I suddenly saw some pats on the ground and decided to pick them up. 'Now this is what I call a sign from The Gods,' I thought as I looked up and expressed my gratitude, as if The Gods really existed. 'I mean, this storm could be a sign, but... I'm not so sure. Unless of course Sav had a dream like I di--' The dream brought back my depression. I really didn't know where to go. It said to go north, so I went north... but now what? Was this it? Ginnad? Am I here already? Or did I pass it already? Or do I have a long way to go? All the troubling thoughts made me change course. I was headed for the shops and the hotel to see what they were selling and to find out the price to stay in the hotel, but at the rememberance of my dream, I decided to go to the temple. I wasn't sure exactly if it was for prayer or if it represented a certain divinity, but I didn't care at the time. Whatever divinity was there, if any, they might be able to tell me more about my quest for my childhood... or anything regarding the powerful storm that was going on. The temple was large and very ornate. The front door alone was very beautiful. It was very big, with intricate carvings on it. But that was just the door. Inside, the place was illuminated by numerous candles, casting an uncountable amount of shadows on the walls. It was still very dark, so the rest of the details were hard to make out, but the flickering of the many candles made it beautiful still. I walked over to the altar on the other side of the temple. My footsteps echoed loudly and somewhat eerily in the large silent temple as I continued to walk slowly to the altar. Then, I was upon one of the many statues... a statue of powerful God I'm sure. Immediately, I knelt and began to pray. The words just seemed to flow out of me without me controlling them. My wind charm began to react, generating a breeze around me. The gossamer fabrics of my priestess gown began to flail wildly as chant after chant kept coming out. It was hard to keep track of what was going on. During prayer, so many emotions come rushing out of nowhere to fill me all at one time. All I knew was that I was asking about my journey and the storm. How I asked for it is beyond me. I've heard some priests can keep track and be totally aware of what was going on. but prayer was still a sensation I wasn't used to yet. After what seemed like an eternity of praying, I was done. My consciousness came back to me, and my awareness came with it. I saw a little basket with some items in it in front of the statue. I supposed it was for gifts, so I dropped 10 pats into it, leaving myself with 100 since I had found 60 on the street. I would've left more, but... I still wasn't sure whether I beleived they exist. I still prayed to them though.... It's all very confusing... I was hoping it'd be less confusing soon, because that could only mean the Gods have given me some kind of message.... --------------------------------------------------------------- I hope I didn't mess anything up by leaving the diner. Sorry if I did. But anyway, how I deal with the shops? Do the shops sell EVERYTHING on the basic items list? or just some? or am I just really trying to prepare too hard and I shouldn't even be worrying about this yet? Oh, and what's the price for the hotel? Okay well that's it. I hope I didn't mess Ziela's story up. ...
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Post by Moontide on Aug 19, 2003 10:25:32 GMT -5
If this storm was supposed to mean something about a coming war, I wondered why I still sat under the table. It was perhaps the fact that I couldn't get back to the Flagship just yet. Although, it was a machine of war when it needed to be, so I was wondering if maybe this was a safer place. Although I found it quite a bit sandier as I had to clean my ears of the falling sand. Damn those guns...
I did manage to have some luck. It turns out I didn't leave my money in the shuttle terminal. I did, in fact, have 50 pats on me. It didn't seem like enough at the time, but I would find a use for it. For some reason, this big Sigwar had a bit too much to drink, and his last one was being watched by that choeroed. I was tempted to get some of it myself. It might ease the nervousness of being in an unfamiliar place without transport elsewhere.
The other Sigwar had devoured her meal and left abruptly into the plaza. She seemed to be distraught, but I wasn't in any position to do much of anything. I did, however, reclaim my spot at the table and sat watching with nervously darting eyes. It was habit, I suppose. The Vimp started it all...
A Nogan had sat down at another table. I hadn't seen the newcomer come in. I was about ready to smack myself for the fact, but I knew it would only draw attention to me.
The storm continued, but I was content, although nervous, to sit andwait it out. So long as I didn't have to continue clearing sand out of my ears.
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DigiDayDreamer
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Post by DigiDayDreamer on Aug 19, 2003 14:19:58 GMT -5
"Oh, great. An omen," I told myself after listening to the sigwars' conversation. A sign of the war? I shook my head. I shouldn't be involved in things like this. I mean, what would my parents think of me? A delinquent?
Maybe. I was quite different from Nogan children back at home, even from the females. Probably my only reason for running away. Maybe I could get a job here or something. I only had 50 pats. Then again, someone like me should have stayed at his own home planet.
Shoot.
Why did I even enter this diner? Oh yeah, I almost forgot the storm. The storm, a sign of change.
I smacked myself on the forehead. What can I do? Hmm, pretty much nothing. But that's what I don't want to do.
I sighed. Come to think of it, my hoe seemed pretty rusty from all the sand and all. If I only had something to whet it, but it's plain wishful thinking.
I looked around again. I risked trying to ask that Sigwar more about the war he predicted. But he fell asleep now. And other purple Sigwar got out before I had a chance.
Barely I noticed that Sigwar priestess got up and went out of the diner. I would have done the same thing except I had a lame sense of direction. Besides, I just got here.
Correction: The Gods placed me here. Somehow, I couldn't exactly remember how I got to this planet in the first place. At least I remembered my name, Raizi.
That Norkid seemed pretty intent on staying here. Maybe I should do the same as well and wait the storm out.
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Post by Arreck on Aug 19, 2003 18:46:50 GMT -5
One error: Sigwar don't wear clothes. Twasseccs do, Ure do, Hurks wear a loin cloth, and occasionally Flispians will wear something, but no other races wear clothing.
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Right, well, I take the woopa juice and down half of the glass. It's pretty dilluted stuff, but it's not like they have woopa trees on Sig... I actually manage to finish the whole glass within a few erkan. I stay put, watching the people in the bar. There seems to be an Obsessive-Compulsive Nogan, who is very very concerned about the quality of her hoe. I'm just making sure nobody tries to steal any of this last glass of woopa juice, since Sav did give me a glass for free and asked me this favor. I take out my CH-13 and begin inspecting it for quality, as was required of all gun-owners once a week. Common sense, the law, and general safety. When I'm done inspecting my submachine gun, I carefully strap it to my gun holster and sling it over my shoulder, being very careful to check that the safety is on.
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Post by Moontide on Aug 19, 2003 19:12:55 GMT -5
Nothing in my life was really going my way. I decided it was best to maybe interact with a social creature. That Choeroed over at the bar seemed quite personable, despite the fact that he was inspecting his gun. it looked like standard procedure, but caution is my own standard procedure, so I'll be on my guard.
Cautiously, yet not obviously nervous, I walk over and attempt to make some conversation.
"Some storm, eh?" I knew what the guy named Sav had called the storm, and although it didn't seem normal, I was bound to bring it up anyhow.
I hoped this guy didn't have a grudge against norkids, especially since he had his gun out and in plain sight.
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Post by Devvyn on Aug 19, 2003 20:11:53 GMT -5
First of all I would like to apologize for not posting before now, I got the worm virus and couldn't use my computer. Anyway:
Your name: Trifin Species: Norkid Age: Adult Gender: Male Starting Profession: Hunter Backstory: I had a normal enough child hood. Except that at an early age I was picked up for training for the Matir. I've been at it for years and that is why I am here. A recently adopted test for Matir trainees is to move from planet to planet hunting different animals for practice. I was tracking a heekaa when the storm came (EDIT: BS). I decided that despite my training, I could not last on the surface during such an awful flurry of sand, so I headed to the nearest city. Once in the plaza I decided to refresh myself with something other than the small amount of water I had on me, so I headed over to some diner. As I approached I saw a very large Sigwar pull a gun. "Crap" I thought, and decided to enter in a less orthodox way. As I approached the door I leaped up the side and entered from the top of the door, quickly crawling into the shadows of the corner of the ceiling. I glance around and notice happily that none of the occupents noticed me. I wait it out to see what happens.
As I am crouched I listen in on some rambling drunk about omens and things of the sort. I don't care much. Eventually I will get off this sand infested planet. Suddenly the drunk passes out and a Sigwar bursts out of her chair and rushes to the door. I prepare to attack in case she had noticed me but she simply runs outside. I resume my crouched position and continue taking in the scene.
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Post by TiJiL on Aug 19, 2003 20:15:47 GMT -5
Ok. Doing well here. Basically, I’m going to help you a bit with understanding this RPG… This first section in Ginnad is essentially there to introduce the characters to a bit of background info on the story (perhaps you can soon start guessing the overall outcome… Let me tell you, if we do all four parts, we will be visiting 3 different planets. I’m still working out the total story, but I hope this works out so we can do the whole thing… Besides, it’ll let you get your characters to a higher level, anyway. Well, as I was saying, this initial section is also to allow you to get your characters ready, and gather information, allies, and supplies that may help you out later. Essentially, when I feel you are ready, I’ll start the story out. So for now, I urge you to visit shops and such.
Note 2: (For Ziela) Sorry, sigwar would not waste water on washing dishes… An air blasting device of some kind would be used.
Note 3: (For Raizi) The Nogan do not have Gods. They call them Spirits… Just for future reference.
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I’m going to start here with a list of the shops and services, as well as their costs. (Be aware that different items will cost more or less depending on location)
By the Gods (By the Gods is a diner, of course, and specializes in well-prepared foods that are expensive, but the best foods that you can buy (in terms of beneficial effects).)
Woopa Juice – 10-80% concentration 1 oz shots – p5 10 oz glasses – p25
Vicanth Cactus Flesh – (slightly luminescent food, supposedly bestowed on Sig by the Star God) 1 lb. – p35
Leepatore Flank – (Enormously spicy meat from a Leepatore, supposedly bestowed by the fire god.) 1 lb. – p20
Heekaa Spine – (Literally shocking flavorful cross section of a Heekaa’s spine. Bestowed by the storm god.) 1 lb. – p100
Klipten – (Rare mineral found in an ancient streambed near the Eka flats. Ground up and used as a seasoning, or eaten directly. Bestowed by the wind god.) 1 lb. – p25
Nissak – (Fungus found in underground cave system underneath of one large sigwar city. Incredible healing agent. Supposedly bestowed by the life/sun god.) 1 lb. – p20
Roast Kellash – (Exquisite dish prepared from the extremely gamy flesh of a Kellash.) – p25
Water – (Well… This is just water… WAY overpriced, but sometimes required.) 12 oz glass – p45
Marketplace (The Marketplace sells foods that have been prepared, but then stored, so are cheaper but of less quality than By the Gods. Also, they sell foodstuffs that are useless on their own, but can be made useful by the correct character.)
Prepared foods – (Assume all prepared foods offered at the diner are here, but at a lesser quality and 5 pats less than at the diner.)
Food components – (Food components are not useful to eat by themselves, but gatherer’s can use them to create medicines. These components have a wide variety of properties, and cost from p5-p50 per pound. Assume all food items here are from Sig.
Exotic Foods (Exotic Foods specializes in extremely rare, expensive, off-world foods.)
Feenac fruit – (A fruit found on the moon of Hurk, that is rather small but incredibly sought-after.) 3 fruits – p75
Woopa fruit – (Another Hurk fruit, of enormous size and culinary value.) 1 fruit – p30
Rappi – (A Uiiqian fungus rumored to be the best food in the universal market.) 1 fruiting body – p20
Skredd – (A vine from Hurk that proves to be a powerful medicinal remedy, and a good way to store water. Also filled with seeds, and can survive in the harshest of conditions, provided with nutrients.) 3 foot vine – p20
Armory (The Armory, of course, is a place that you can go to… um… arm yourselves.)
Sandstorm Pistol - (A powerful but small slugthrower pistol. Models run from G-1 to G-6) - p75-p135.
Daxite Blade - (Enormously sharp blade.) - p50
Sigwar Throwing Blades - (Aerodynamic blades that can be… err… thrown.) 1 blade – p35.
Sigwar Chemical Bomb – (A chemical bomb…) – p40
SILP – (Standard Issue Laser Pistol – Twassecc made) – p60
Exotic Goods (Exotic Goods, just like Exotic Foods, sells items that are very rare… However, because of their large list, you will have to ask specifically for an item (such as ‘Choeroed Razor Claws’) or a category (such as ‘Choeroed melee weapons’).
Outfitter (Outfitter is a small shop that sells clothing and the like. In most cases, just ask for a particular piece of clothing, and I’ll tell you what it costs.)
Backpacks – (Cost varies for race.) Norkid backpacks – p10, Sigwar backpacks – p20, Choeroed backpacks – p15, Nogan backpacks – p30.
Hotel (The hotel, of course, is a temporary dwelling. Due to a monetary grant from the Ginnad government, they are providing their services for free (considering how many have been shut in by the storm). However, people who use their free offer can only stay one night, and don’t get room service, or the water ration.)
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Post by TiJiL on Aug 19, 2003 20:17:40 GMT -5
Sorry… Have to make this 2 posts… It’s too long.
One of the sigwar children streaked by and made a particularly loud noise, to the dismay of its mother. Sav woke with a start, accidentally sliding his woopa juice away with his tail. Luckily for him, he had lightning quick reflexes, and caught the drink before it was dropped. His abrupt movement was met with a sharp crack, and a long fissure webbed throughout the table. He pretended not to notice.
“Bah… Hatchlings… hate ‘em. Terrible little creatures. Can’t see how anybody can stand ‘em. ‘Owever, my family accepted me… but that was a long time ago…” He looked nervously at the crack in the table. “Ought to fix that, I guess…” He stretched one of his spindly arms to his backpack and pulled out a spherical glass object. As he pulled it into the light, it was obvious that it was a charm on a thin fiber. He looked at it happily, watching the fiery lights swirl within it. “My ol’ fire charm” he said as he blew some of the dust off of it, “Always nice to have around.” With careful precision, he duck ed down and activated the charm, which sent a small bluish flame from it’s center, which he methodically used to melt the tabletop. He finished and pulled back, smiling with satisfaction at his handiwork, then quickly placed his charm down. This was unlike most sigwar, who tried to make their charm as obvious as possible. He seemed to be somewhat ashamed of using it. This didn’t stop him from staring into the abyss within it, viewing the amazing colors. The purple female sigwar re-entered the diner, and he quickly snatched the charm up and tossed it into his open backpack.
The storm continues to howl above. While sigwar maintenance teams work to patch up the ceiling where it cracked, and to cart away the sand that had poured in already, it began to pile up somewhat. The plaza, which was usually kept spotless and clean, was gritty and dirty looking.
Inside the temple, however, no sand had entered. The giant building was protected by a chemically-powered static electromagnet system that stopped small particles from being blown in. Therefore, the door was left entirely open, and sand would merely blow up against it and ricochet off of the thin air as if it was a solid wall. The room was elliptical in shape, with a large circular podium in the center. Obviously, the temple was created so that a few hundred sigwar could comfortably meet and discuss their religion, as well as praise the gods. 7 statues are placed around the edges of the room. Each one is finely carved of a jet-black igneous rock. At one of the narrow ends of the ellipse stood two similar statues. (One on either side of the door, facing the inside of the temple) The one to the right of the door was obviously meant to resemble a furry creature of some kind (A Leepatore), with a decisively reptilian appearance to it. Within the eyes and ears of the statue were glowing stones, which made the entire statue emit an eerie luminescence. This statue is of the god Ultanorkeepashinthu, the God of Sun and Life. Next to him is an enormous statue, easily ten feet long, of a creature resembling the Gorri. A bipedal, shelled form with a clawed mouth and long tail, this statue is carved in a very rough manner, and is not nearly so realistic as the other statues. This one is Grophliishiphantheonal, the God of Stone. An enormous Kellash statue sits to the left of Grophliishiphantheonal, which courses with an electric generator, giving it a bizarre effect. This is Jimpatholeekanallion, the God of Storms. Beyond the Sun God is a statue that appears to be a Fraal, a sleek desert mammal. This statue is carved of a stone that is nearly transparent, but still dark in places. This is Rentallimokenthori, the God of Wind. The final two statues sit at the head of the temple, and are much larger than the other two. Vicanthorificallus, the God of Stars and Time, looks like a Vicanth with a staff. His staff levitates an orb above it, representing the universe. Next to him, and only slightly smaller, is Nimpatholeontimphashi, the God of Fire and Death, which takes on the form of a Heekaa, the sigwars’ only common natural predator. Flames exude from under areas in the carving, giving it a very menacing appearance, indeed. Finally, a statue you may have overlooked seemed to have been placed there recently, and is much smaller than the others. He looks like a Gerr Beast, an enormous ground-dwelling plant/animal. This is Yeethonellpianquell, the God of the Plants. Currently, the Sigwar Arch-Bishop of this temple stood musing at the statue of Nimpatholeontimphashi, a look of utter dislike on his face… He seemed as if he was having a conversation with the giant flame statue, without using any words… He made threatening gestures to the statue, grumbled at it slightly, waved at it impatiently, and finally seemed to be begging it for something. Exasperated, the Arch-Bishop turned to the wind statue and immediately began begging, mumbling as he prayed.
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Note 1: There’s no problem with Ziela going to the temple… I mentioned that it was there. As long as you didn’t, say, hitch a ride to a different planet… That would ruin stuff. Really the only rule as far as location right now is to stay in the plaza and the surrounding shops.
Note 2: Your gun status/quality:
CH-13 Submachine Gun Damage: 3-5 Attack Speed: 10 Base Cost: p100 Ammo Type: Basic Slug Ammo Magazine Size: 30 Weight: 1 lb Reload Complexity: 2 Description: A powerful Submachine Gun manufactured by the Cheoreods. While the slugs it fires are not fired with great velocity, and thus do minimal damage, the gun itself is capable of turning out rounds at a very high rate. An excellent beginning ranged weapon, due to its high speed, low cost, and basic ammunition requirements.
Note 3: Sorry for long God names. That’s what they were originally, and I think it’s still funny.
Note 4: Sorry for lack of drawings. I’ll have them up soon, I promise. I’m just not done with them, that’s all.
Note 5: The juice is 80% concentration… That’s quite strong.
Note 6: Basically, there are things in the plaza placed to benefit each of you in a specific way...
Note 7: Sorry, I made an error in there. I wrote that there were 8 statues, but explained 7 of them. This is now corrected. (There are 7 statues)
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