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Post by Arreck on Feb 10, 2004 17:47:35 GMT -5
"Ziela!" I shout, remembering the way Ure teleportation works, "Create the biggest windstorm you can!"
Ure teleporters have to make their individual molecules move to another location, they just do it very fast. If Ziela's windstorm can delay them, or scatter them, the Ure will disappear to teleport and never reappear.
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Post by TiJiL on Feb 10, 2004 19:07:47 GMT -5
Ziela hears Gliix’s command, not fully understanding. She obeys, however, and calls upon the Wind God to aid her. The wind begins to whip up about you, scattering sand and rock all about. The teleporter seems uninhibited, however, and continues to battle Mukor.
“More!” calls Ganix, holding onto a rock.
Ziela concentrates, her face adorned with a determined look. She feels the energy flowing through her and the wind grows ever stronger. The tiara on her head starts to create a cooling sensation and the amulet around her neck glows a soft green. A mighty storm begins to coalesce above her. The wind is very strong now. Yaal has hurled himself into a crevasse. Raizi helps to hold Sav down, while Gliix clasps a heavy rock. A gigantic cylinder of flying debris envelopes Ziela, but the wind does not affect her. The heavy storm clouds above are growing darker and darker, blotting out the stars. Lightning strikes with utmost fury, striking the metal salvage that remains of the vimp army. Ziela remains concentrated, feeling the combined might of the Wind God and Star God within her.
The teleporter grows confident again, realizing that Mukor cannot possibly hit him. His arrogance abates, however, as he realizes what Ziela is doing. Before the wind becomes too powerful, he teleports right in front of her and attempts to strike her, but Mukor lashes out and beats him high into the air. The ure hesitates a moment and then disappears. In a final pink flash, he has teleported his last… Ziela’s wind dies down immediately, revealing a beautiful starry sky. She drops to her knees, exhausted. Mukor looks about quizzically for a bit, apparently not understanding that the teleporter is gone forever. He soon realizes it, however, and unleashes a mighty bellow of victory. You have survived the ure…
Aftermath:
Twassecc analysts and strategists examined the remains of the vimp army, collected descriptions from many Kacians, and conducted aerial recon to investigate into the purpose the vimp had with coming to Sig. A small technological base was found nearby, nestled in the Thar pinnacles. Your party traveled within about ten miles of it. You were rather lucky not to be found. It is speculated that the ure psychically cloaked it, however. The Reeve Mesa was under investigation by several norkids who had suspected a vimp presence on Sig. Munitions that were found there hinted as to some sort of enemy militant existence. Eventually, it was discovered that the vimp were developing a new type of sonic weapon, namely one that utilizes certain deficiencies in the brains of sentient beings to remain un-hearable. This technology, which could, in theory, be soundless even to norkids, would be a terrible development for the war. Further interviewing suggested that one of the larger tests of this sonic weapon malfunctioned, sending an overly-powerful burst of sound energy that proved silent to the sentient beings it was designed to deceive but utterly destructive to the animal population. The ears of many nearby animals were damaged and many were driven temporarily mad, assaulting sigwar all over the region. The technology was nearly finished when the twasseccs discovered the vimp base. The base was summarily bombed. As for the ure, it was never determined exactly how many there were. They were capable of keeping the base hidden for quite some time, as well as harnessing the immensely powerful native wildlife to terrorize the sigwar, making the unable to notice and prepare for an actual attack. It was assumed that at least five were helping the vimp. Two of these were killed on the North Spire. Two more lost their lives in the battle of Kace. The other is unaccounted for, though most likely dead.
“Kace and Ginnad have since been rebuilt. After the battle, the story of Ember and Cirrus, too, became known. Ember was fairly well known in Kace and Ginnad. He was a religious fanatic, a political dissident, and was, religious-wise, much maligned. He was a staunch fire-sigwar, and was constantly raising trouble for the religious structures around here. While the public hated his views and the violence and volume with which he displayed them, he was loved on a personal level for his charm, as well as his skill as a scout and soldier. Cirrus was one of the bishops of Ginnad, and was similarly young and hasty. He was also the only bishop with the youth and enthusiasm to compete with Ember. While the people loved Ember, they loved even more having the same kind of sigwar in a religiously 'responsible' form. (Though he wasn't nearly the altruist or the fighter that Ember was) The two had debates, rose the public up for different causes, and essentially helped Ginnad and Kace develop in their infancy.
A rumor was circulating that with all of their interaction, Ember and Cirrus were becoming close friends. Ember did not deny this, but this was a damaging fact for Cirrus' position of bishop. One day, after a particularly heated debate, Ember took his charm off and stowed it in his backpack, demonstrating his withdrawal from religious argument. Cirrus was named Arch-Bishop of Ginnad after 'beating' Ember. Many speculate that he requested that Ember stay away from him to preserve his title, which Ember did.
Ember pretty much disappeared from the media, and the name dropped. He continued to help out around the cities with a pseudonym, 'Sav'. A right improper sigwar name, in fact, as it means 'Char' in Old Ekan. Cirrus, with no major rival, slowly lost his name, too. The two never met, to my knowledge, except for one last time. Apparently Sav, on one of his many trips, found something of grave importance and rushed it to The ArchBishop. So as to not allow the public to relearn of his origins or threaten the ArchBishop's job, the two of them made a hasty decision and Sav once again departed to Kace to lie low for a while. Whatever the urgent matter was, it disturbed them both greatly, but was made with great speed.”
Sav came forth with the rest of the story the day after the battle on the North Spire. Out in the desert, he recalled, he had found an abandoned sigwar hatchling. The creature was already about a series old and thus had been denied the normal sigwar rituals associated with a young age. When the Archbishop consulted ‘The Plan’, it suggested that she be a fire sigwar. Due to ancient prophecies and a fear that the hatchling would be severely emotionally unstable, Sav and the Archbishop decided to assign her to a different god. Their thought was that fire sigwar are dangerous and borderline heretical as it is. One that had been abandoned would surely be even more prone to be a problem. The two of them named her Ziela (Old Ekan for ‘Lost One’) and assigned her to the wind god. Sav took her immediately to an orphanage in Ginnad, where she was watched over for her childhood. The Archbishop kept a close eye on her for many years. Shortly after dealing with Ziela, however, Sav learned that others had heard of her discovery. He knew their decision to change her god would be looked down upon in sigwar society, so he took drastic action. He adopted a female sigwar of the same age that had lost its parents to the war. He went on pretending that he had found Biria in the desert. Biria had been assigned to the correct god and verifiably so. He kept up the story in order to protect Ziela, himself, and the Archbishop.
Sav, holding true to his promise, accompanied Ganix and Yaal back to Choeroea to battle a thelsic invasion.
Mukor returned to Hurk and, clearly demonstrating his bravery and honor, was granted his third name.
Sial was found locked inside of a rock crevasse at the base of the North Spire, unconscious. He was rescued and resuscitated. After nursed back to health, he returned to Uiiq to continue fighting the vimp.
Your gorri pal ate the entire young heeka and retreated into the deepest sections of the Thar Pinnacles, where he lived in peace for most of his life and terrorized everything during mating seasons.
I suggest that you post an aftermath for your character, if you wish. Just be nice to know where everybody went. Other than that, though…
[glow=red,2,300]THE END[/glow]
I hope you enjoyed this RPG. I sure did. I kind of think of it as a practice run. This is the 661st post since August 5th. (Not counting the twenty or so I deleted) Now, Bhav gets to be the GM. Hopefully Dragonfly and Kat will be joining us, at least. I bet that Bhav can take the GMing things that I did and improve upon them and I look forward to playing as a ‘bad guy’. Ready when you are, Bhav! #nosmileys#nosmileys
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Post by Devvyn on Feb 11, 2004 0:33:02 GMT -5
Beautiful job Tijil.
Let's see, Trifin continued his hunting quest across the universe, traveling to all allied planets, and moons, including Hurk, Minthrop I, and II, Choerea, and other places I can't think of right now. He then returned to Uiiq, and completed his training. He is now fully certified. He is currently assisting the Twasseccs in a reconisence (however u spell that) mission in a one man stealth craft searching leads into where the Thelsic home planet is. Their presence has become quite a thorn in the side of the Twassecc empire.
Hope that's ok. Sorry I've decided it's right time the Thelsic home world was discovered. Might as well be our pal Trifin eh?
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DigiDayDreamer
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Why divide when you can conquer everything?
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Post by DigiDayDreamer on Feb 11, 2004 0:50:48 GMT -5
Yeah, I agree with Devvyn wholeheartedly.
Aftermath of Raizi:
Raizi welcomed the warmth of the sun, spreading her arms as if to embrace its light. She stood upon a cliff overlooking the city she was born in. Lucky for her, she hadn't been away for too long or else her family would have moved on without her.
With her old rusted hoe in her hand, she dashed down the terrace stairs and ran about the farmed field, stalks of various grain whipping about her face, running till she was out in the open city, several familiar nogans greeting her back, her younger nogan friends exultant at her return and some of the elder slightly reproachful for her escapade. She didn’t mind the attention; it wasn’t everyday the whole city would act like this about her. Raizi, the Prodigal Nogan, they would call her.
She asked directions of her old home and soon found the tent where her father, mother and siblings lived. She entered the tent with little hesitation and proclaimed with a blissful grin, “Hiya, everyone!”
“Raizi!” Her parents exclaimed, as they went up to her and gave her hugs and stern scolding to complement their praises. Of course, she didn’t get away with it all without a severe punishment: she would have to help with harvest for the whole season, including the uprooting and the storing.
She shrugged. The whole journey had been worth it all; what a grand story she would end up telling everyone. Memories of joy and valor, sorrow and destruction, pain and trust, and several other feelings circled in her thoughts, but she thought the most of her friends, especially Ziela and Gerby. Though deep inside she struggled to let them go, she knew it would be best for them, for everyone, to be in separate ways and live their lives they should have lived. Yet none could compare the truth in her own words:
“It feels good to be home again.”
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RabbitDawg
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I'm moron... the stupid side...
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Post by RabbitDawg on Feb 11, 2004 3:46:12 GMT -5
(Ouch, that was all I had to do to the teleporter Ure? Lol. Oh well, I didn't know how it teleported. Lol.)
Wow, that was a much better childhood story for Ziela than I could EVER come up with. It all tied together. Rock on!! Go TiJiL!! Lol. Okay, anyhow... (Sorry, this is kinda long..... plus, I'm kinda sleepy. Hope I get it across okay.)
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My past has hid from me... had escaped to the back of my mind... I try to go on living, but I can not leave it behind because it haunts me through the days and nights... with every breath forcing me to resist the grip of the hand of death... so I spend all my days searching the lands... for that one person who held me with their hands when I was only an infant, vulnerable and small and before I can stand on my own feet, proud and tall...
What Sav told us that night... had left me in a state of shock and awe. All this time, I had been watched over? And yet I never knew, nor cared to notice?
I went on sulking trying to find answers when they were right there all along?
It amazed me.... yet it all seemed to make sense. Every detail.... Even how the Fire god had been able to manipulate me so much.... but it's over now. This chapter in my story has come to a close.
And so I went north, by the aid of a vision... I had been so scared, but it was my best decision... Through it, I revealed the secrets of my past So that I can finally learn to move on at last....
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I was lying recumbent in the sands just outside Ginnad, exhausted, looking out at the sky, which was surprisingly a tint of green.... just like in my dream that had started it all; the dream telling me to go north. It was kinda fun reminiscing about those days. Boy, was I an emotional wreck. Thank Cirrus and Ember that they had changed my God.
I laughed a little and got up from the sandy knoll I lied on. It was time to go back to Ginnad. Lately, I've been going back and forth to Ginnad and Kace (becoming quite the popular one), helping out as much as I can with healing people. Also, I was kinda the bishop for Ginnad. They needed SOMEONE to lean on for spiritual support. Ironic that of all people, it's me, the 'Lost One'.
But the rebuilding has been going extremely well. I doubt the people really need me for spiritual support any longer. Hmm... what'll I do...? Everyone... kinda went their own separate way... Gosh, I miss Raizi, but... What will I d--?
Somebody called me.
"Mother Ziela," he began. It was the chief engineer, another popular figure in the rebuilding operation.
"Yes, what is it?"
"Ah, well, this city 'ere 's 'bout done bein' rebuilt. But, we missin' one thing, ya see? We missin' a bishop. Ginnad 'ere is the... what ya call it, the religous capital here in the eka flats region, and... well, the people here were kinda wantin' you to be the next arch-bishop."
I smiled. "It... would be a great honor."
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"But one I'm afraid I cannot accept." "Eh?" "I apologize. I do not intend to offend, but... I... Haven't you ever wondered what else is out there?" He had no idea where I was headed. In truth, I hadn't the slightest clue either. "I do. I've seen Choeroeds, Nogan, Norkids, Hurks, Twasseccs, Ure, I... I just want... to see what else is out there...."
"You see," I continued, still not quite knowing what I wanted to say. "All along, I've been held back. Held back by my... ignorance. I let what I didn't know affect how I lived my life, I was constantly searching.... I was held down... by chains of the purest daxite... But, now, those chains are broken. I.... now I 'know'... "I know what it feels like to belong. I now know what it feels like to have friends... to have companions... to help others, to have others help me. I... I know now how it feels like to have a reason to want to live, to live not just to find out answers, but to live just for the sake of living. I... Oh dear, why am I telling you this? Sorry. I couldn't help it."
"Is fine really. You can keep on talkin' "
"No, I've taken enough of your time. Just tell everyone that... or, no. I'll tell them."
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"People of Ginnad. I was made aware earlier today of your request.... It is a great honor to have been asked to take the role of archbishop in a place such as this, but... I must decline. I'm sorry." There were gasps from the gathering. "I simply have... other things to do. I... what I'm saying is, these recent events have been a chapter of mixed emotions for all of us. But, it is only ONE chapter in our stories. So, your stories go on. As does mine. I... believe I have many more to see and do, before I get to meet the Star God -- or the Fire God." Now there was some laughter. "And so I'm going to do those things... and so I can't stay here. But... when my story is done, I'll be sure to return here, and tell you all about it."
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The next day, she left Ginnad... but not after one more meal, on the house, in By The Gods. It was quite sad. Ginnad really was the only place she had ever been able to truly call home.... at least for a while. But ya know, she kinda liked the good ol' days, embarking on long peregrinations across Sig, finding a new home with each rising of the sun. So... it was kinda in her nature to remain mobile, and so that's what she did, until she had to return to Ginnad a long time later.
Until then, she traveled incessantly. Each new day brought something new to be awed by. New things to marvel at. New things to inspire her to keep going no matter what. Her whole life had been a hardship up 'til that night on the North Spire. Now, everything was changing for her. Life wasn't a burden, but a privilege. And so she enjoyed every last erk of it.
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'Geez, I can't sleep' she said as she lay awake on her bed. She had just recently heard rumors of a Universal Trade Day, and she longed to go.... once she figured out where it was. That was the mystery that kept her up. 'Oh well, one more obstacle to overcome....'
Sure that she couldn't sleep any time soon, she got her trusty notepad, skimming through looking at all her poems and sketches. She began to write, just a casual, little on-the-spot 2-pat poem.
Never give up. Never lose hope. No matter what life throws your way. Whether it be something like a little standstorm, or a teleporting Ure. Ignorance might make life seem like an eternal inferno, but all you need to know Is that the grip of pain and sorrow will eventually let you go. And then you can do anything you want; whatever it may be... You don't need to believe in Gods or Spirits; just believe in destiny...
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Post by Arreck on Feb 11, 2004 23:47:49 GMT -5
Gliix, being the militaristic Choeroed he was, went home with Yaal, Ganix, and Sav to fight the Thelsic. After many more years of dedicated service to the Choeroed navy, Gliix's division of Moray subs was ambushed by a swarm of Thelsic Torrent submersibles. Unfortunately, there were no Choeroed survivors.
By the time of his death, Gliix earned three more dueling beads. A useless fact, but there you go.
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Your 'chains of daxite' is a bit... umm... odd... Daxite would be extremely simple to break out of, and yet at the same time, extremely difficult to survive breaking out of. You may wish to use Coronium or Polorium for a strong chain.
One other note. (Don't bother changing, just know this.) Sigwar encourage their people to travel and learn everything. It is entirely within their religious beliefs to attempt to gain as much knowledge of outside things as possible.
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Post by TiJiL on Feb 12, 2004 0:36:19 GMT -5
Just so you know... We've started the next RPG. Under Demashia, 'RPG "Bad Guy"'
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