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The Gre'shil Plains
Graxitica wasn't interested in any of the lumbering beasts and other scategorized creatures of the plains - although some of the mighty beasts might make for good replacement shells should the need arise. All he had to do was reach the forest...
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Nev'oroxis awaited the response as to the "unstable transmission"...when he realized - -'Oh yes, why was I the sole survivor!'-
((This can be answered after the Khelarian responds or before, doesn't really matter to me - totally forgot and don't want to edit the last post.))
"My men fought bravely and died heroic deaths. The foul beast that led the opposing army lost all his men to mine, and in a fit of rage - desecrated ALL the bodies! Whatever blessings were bestowed upon me by our priests before the battle - held up, giving me a great triumph over that creature! Now I find myself here, wherever here is," satisified that he could provide this creature with appropriate answers, Negative Rise stood firm awaiting response. -
Ahem.
The belated happy-birthday well wisher strikes again!
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Khelari were indeed adept at detecting deception, having great need of such when hunting prey that employed guile and misdirection to try and throw them off. Unfortunately, even the most finely honed hunter's instincts weren't of much use when a baseline was unavailable - and the scaleless reptilian had never seen a demon before.
Or heard one.
"Uhhh..." he returned, looking rather estranged, "Pardon me, but I don't think I got even half of that. What's a High General? Why were so many of you fighting? How were you the only survivor? Did the transmission go unstable? What does corrupted mean? What's evil...?"
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Neagtive Rise couldn't believe his luck. This creature was asking HIM! the meaning of corruption and evil! If the demon was capable of smiling at all in any point of his damned existence, this moment, here and now, would've been the time to do so. Yet, the moment was fleeting - so many questions to answer and a new question to seek an answer to.
"Ah, of course," Nev'oroxis replied, "Obviously you wouldn't be familiar with my people. Would your race happen to be divided into clans or packs? A social order of any sort? A 'High General' is a military rank among my people. A way of distinguishing achievement among my people. So many of us were fighting against because we were defending our territory, I'm sure you would know about that, right?"
Nev'oroxis then seemed to shift himself. That light had disturbed him earlier, but he couldn't let this creature notice that anything was bothering him. He maintained his imposing, regal stature atop the rim of the volcano before he continued.
"As to the meaning of corruption and evil - think of these more as disturbances, really. Good, evil - they are concepts developed by intelligence; a means to define one's purpose to existence. The natural order of things, as my people would see it, is to exist in harmony with our natural surroundings, while striving to achieve new goals, such as creating beautiful artworks and amazing inventions of technology. There are those who would oppose our advances in anything at all, those that come into our lands as thieves in the night to steal our belongings and kill us, man, woman and child alike. There are those that would enslave us to do their bidding."
Nev'oroxis paused for a moment, raising an eyebrow. "Now, you said something about an "unstable transmission"? Forgive me, for all our achievements, it would seem that you now have me at a loss..."
Negative Rise knew far too well what a transmission was - he wasn't about to let this creature know the exact extent of his formidable knowledge. Still puzzled about this AND the disturbing, evil light, he would just have to take things one at a time...and right now finding more information on these lizard-like creatures would suit his purpose. Try all he might, he didn't recall any such creatures residing in the depths of Hell. -'Perhaps that's yet another side-effect of my being in corporeal form too long! First my abilities, then my memory...whatever. I will have to make do with what I have now!'-
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Graxitica didn't notice anything of importance as he looked around. More of the same wherever he looked: Large, open plains, more mountain ranges, the volcanic mass, and the forest. He dashed forward again, his destination within sight thanks to the stark contrast of the tall trees against the open plains. During his time, forests such as these held immense power, thanks mostly in part of the elves that inhabited them, and empowerments supplied by numerous other fey races. Just standing within the confines of the forest would be enough to give a significant boost to his diminished powers. -
((Not like you left me much choice. Since NOW you're declaring this thread corresponds with in-game stuff, this final post will strictly remain an OOC comment. It's also obvious, from here on out, that ANYTHING with the words (Unionverse Open RP) is strictly (Unionverse "Closed" RP) and that not just any forum goers can participate in them. I've never had any such reception as I have had with this one thread, the IM, the general "get out of 'our' thread" attitude. Oh well. On that note, I take my leave. Yes, I'm leaving Dr. Mechan exactly where he was last spotted: He's mearly observing now as far as you're all concerned.))
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Tap, tap tap tap ... beep, tap tap tap tap ... beep, tap tap tap tap....beep
The coordinates had been inputted. Rising from the sturdy executive chair, Dr. Mechan's clawed feet clanked on the floor as he made his way to the teleportation chamber.
As he reached the chamber, he paused for a few moments. Raising and bending his right arm, his left hand reached over, and again ... tap tap tap tap.
Red lights activated within one of the warehouse rooms. In unison, six of the Doctor's robotic bodyguards were activated and stepping out of their charging stations. With loud, thunderous cracks, they stepped forward. The biggest one activated its comm unit.
"Bzzt...Yeah boss, where to?" the synthesized voice chimed in over Mechan's internal comm system.
"Teleportation chamber, and move it," Dr. Mechan's command cracked back to the assault droid.
While he waited for his personal bodyguards, one more tap activated a large, imposing dispersion field around the mechanized man. Then he saw them approaching.
"Mechaloid, Mechazoid, Mechanoid...no foolish antics today, got me?" his optics focused in on the three small battle bots. "Function, Fixer ... good. Everything in top order?" his synthetic voice queried of the somewhat larger robots standing to the sides of the battle bots.
"Yes Doctor," Fixer's synthesizer chimed in, "Systems optimal, shields set," then Function's synthesizer cut in, "Operating parameters set to default, executing all standard functions."
"I really HATE it when you do that, Function," Dr. Mechan retorted, "Now, c'mon, start moving onto the pad. MOVE! Ah, Breaker..." he trailed off as he looked up at his impervium alloy-clad enforcer. "Hold up, open access panel." Mechan tapped a couple buttons hidden beneath the access panel of the assault bot. "There. Close access panel." With a woosh, the access panel slid down, thunking back into place.
"Yeah boss, thanks ... systems report a tune up will be due in two weeks," the booming voice of the assault bot informed the Doctor. "Where we headin' to, anyway?"
Of all the robots, Breaker reminded Mechan more and more of a childhood robot he had created. "Nowhere in particular, just some convention at the Aeon University. All thanks to that ... snnnrkkkt, you know who."
"Oh, Black Scorpion, the BS robot, boss?" Breaker's 'nickname' for Lord Recluse's technological expert seemed appropriate to Mechan. His synthesizer let out its best approximation of a chuckle as possible.
"Yeah, that fool. Now c'mon, time's awasting. Up onto the platform you go!" he motioned his robotic entourage. As they all clanked and clattered around on the teleportation pod, Dr. Mechan tapped a couple buttons on the console as he stepped between the metal mass of bodies. With a flash of light, their particles were scattered, collected and then transmitted via an ultrahigh frequency of light.
Cap Au Diable
The sudden appearance and loud thundering clunks of the robotic force was becoming more and more a common sight these days, but what wasn't too surprising was the sight of six robots surrounding a smaller, somewhat skinnier appearing man. Even though this time it seemed there were seven robots, the people on the streets all knew who he was: Doctor Mechan, a force to be reckoned with in his own right, the mechanical menace himself. The passerbys steered well clear of him. Several Luddite archers, surrounding one of their preachers, began approaching him, obviously against their better judgement.
"You! You mechanical devil!" they shouted as one, two of the archers staying behind the rest as they drew crossbows from the belts of their outfits...
"Oh, big mistake," Breaker's mechanical voice broadcasted over the built-in speakers. A volley of incendiary missiles launched from the racks atop the robots shoulders, taking the entire group by surprise, but more importantly...
"Seeing as how you guys don't like technology," Dr. Mechan broke into conversation, "guess you guys will be making a trip to the morgue instead othe ICU..."
With horrible looks on their faces, the group of Luddite monks burned to death in mere moments.
"C'mon boys, lets not ruin the paintjobs already," the command crackled over the internal comm systems built into all of them. With that, Dr. Mechan activated his built-in jump accelators, arriving at the University in just a few leaps. Standing at the back door to the University, Dr. Mechan awaited for the auto-porters to kick in on his droids. Mechaloid, Mechazoid and Fixer were the only three to arrive that way.
'Sigh, always having to wait for at least two of them!' A couple minutes later, the rest of his robotic minions arrived. "About time! What'd you three get into, site seeing? Souvenir shopping? Get your servos in gear now!"
With that, Dr. Mechan entered the university, already abuzz with activity. He made his way up the stairs, following what appeared to be some haphazard, lackadaisical student. Breaker promptly clutched the student by the collar, tossing the now frightened out-of- his-wits kid over the railing.
"Out of the way, beatnik," the bot's speaker jettisoned the words out as if it were a cannon firing off its shot. "Next time you will move with a purpose!"
Stepping into the upper labatory of the university, Dr. Mechan purused the surroundings. Professor Bright, and who was this - Professor O'Reilly from the city?...were standing at the podium. The mastermind approached the podium, handing Professor Bright the Arachnos insignia stamped invitation.
"Professor Bright, always a dishonor," The Doctor handed over the invitation. "Lord Recluse and his cronies ordered me to attend this ... gathering on behalf of Arachnos. You will extend all respect and courtesy to me as if Lord Recluse himself were here, understand?" The index finger of his robotic claw extended out, then a weird sound echoed through the lab. Suddenly, he held the digit upwards, and the arachnos insignia appeared above his head; the holographic lightshow illuminating the labatory in an eerie, red glow signifying the dominance of the terrorist group over what the island residents affectionately referred to as the Rogue Isles. -
Doctor Mechan sat within the confines of his secret, illicitly funded stronghold of solitude.
'How long has it been since that moment ... since those black-clad, alternate Longbow minions nearly killed me?'
Ever since that fateful moment nearly 11 years ago today, Dr. Mechan never would've thought of himself as a common criminal. It wasn't until the operation that turned Dr. Elias Matthews, a once peaceful, brilliant and seemingly over-exhuberant young scientist working for Portal Corps; into the criminally insane, highly unstable, beyond genius level now known and feared as Doctor Mechan. Sure, he had made a full recovery from that operation. Of course, Portal Corps, hell, ALL of Paragon City welcomed him back. That still didn't derail the plans, schemes, and other nefarious plots and perhaps the very dark and untimely fate that would befall the once good doctor. Assigned menial tasks at work, passed over for promotions that should've rightly been his, erratic behavior, and perhaps worst of all: a sudden, unexpected amount of free time, perhaps even excessive free time; to be distracted by the shortcomings of an inferior design that he was supposed to live with for the rest of his life. Whatever the case for his decent into madness:
He would begin his own procedures while still working for Portal Corps: Constantly adjusting, rewiring, reprogramming every single bit of machinery that would soon lead to a revelation: He would need to construct a new cybernetic shell for himself, and he would need the help of a one young Dr. Vahzilok (back before he became the feared monstrosity he is today!), assisted by a group of high-level and highly skilled surgeons that operated behind the scenes for a new gang that had just started to appear in Paragon: The Freakshow.
The entire design was his, and his alone. Right down to the neural interfaces and muscular interactors. Every wire, plate, fiber optic, circuit...The Freakshow surgeons & Dr. Vahzilok would simply "install" it for him. After the upgrade operation, Dr. Vahzilok carried out Dr. Matthews' last wish as a human being, his last order as a legally liscenced doctor in the United States, and the first command of the latest horror of the world: the Freakshow-employed surgeons were systematically killed, each and every one of them slaughtered by the one that would soon become a monster himself.
Dr. Mechan didn't regret one single bit of it. Dr. Vahzilok, even at that young age, thoroughly enjoyed his work, and providing him with live subjects seemed to vitalize the would-be madman even more. With this new upgrade, Dr. Mechan would no longer be a welcomed, well-adjusted, fully rehabilitated citizen of Paragon City. He didn't even consider himself human any longer.
Now, eleven years later, he sat, stirring about in a massive complex; this compound built by machines, with materials acquired by ill-gotten gains. Each machine had its own individual purpose. Right down to the very picomachines he personally invented, to better maintain his own mechanical well-being. One section of the complex warehoused a massive, seemingly endless supply of a robotic army. Another portion held the transport bays and teleportation chambers. The walls, floors and ceilings, covered in an impervium alloy he had discovered while assaulting a secret gathering of Freakshow. Various other rooms, chambers, secret areas were scattered about the complex. It was within the confines of the command center, which held a gleeming, immaculate simple steel desk, that Dr. Mechan isolated himself from the inner workings of his sanctuary.
Today, the mechanical menace sat, contemplating a strange invitation. He reviewed the monitors built into the desk. Each one flashed screens of information, each one repeating a picture of a poster that had been plastered about both the Etoile Isles and Paragon City. Then they all flashed back to the invitation:
Code:'Heh, ok then,' Dr. Mechan shrugged at the invitation. 'Didn't have anything better to do anyway.' Then, a sudden change in a synthesized tone:Dr. Aeon has requested the presence of the venerable Doctor Mechan at the Aeon University in Cap Au Diable. The request comes giving you the honor to serve as a guest judge, special commentator and keynote speaker at the behest of Lord Recluse himself. All of Arachnos knows of your many achievements in many varying fields of science. Lord Recluse expects nothing but the finest. Be there. Black Scorpion
"Where does that infernal man get off telling ME what to do? I am NOONE'S lackey! Especially not his!" if it weren't for the electronic synthesizers that now replaced his vocal chords, one would think Dr. Mechan was speaking scornfully. "Black Scorpion is but a gnat of a man, a meer bag of flesh encased within that dreadfully horrible design of a suit!" Again, the synthesizers seemed to shift gears: "Lord Recluse...hahaha...calls upon me as an independent contractor, and just NOW suddenly considers me of great import - such importance that this invitation feels as if I'm to represent the entire interests of Arachnos itself at this function? At least I don't have to be one of the 'contestants'!"
He sat back down in the custom built executive chair that seemed to engulf his mechanical form as he occupied it. "Doesn't matter what I think. I HAVE to be there. What better place than this," his metallic digits gently tapped on one of the screens displaying the poster, "to unveil my latest in robotic military hardware?" He then pressed a single, seemingly lone button on the desk. Had there been anyone else there with augmented hearing, they might have heard the near silent whirring and shifting of gears within the desk. A small, somewhat insignificant round sliver of the desk slid away, with an even-more-quiet as to be completely silent whoosh, as a cylinderical object arose out of the new hole.
"Then I can demonstrate the mechanical, technical, and medical benefits of my latest and greatest inventions!" His robotic claw hand reached out, moving as quiet as a normal human hand, wrapping around the cylinder. "I have finally achieved a creation surpassing my own picomachines after all these years! The attobots..." his optical sensors were one of a handful of microscopic instruments known on Earth that could even perceive these miniscule robots. So tiny where they, that it would take trillions of them to form even the tiniest of something such as a pinhead. Yet, what they could do far surpassed even Dr. Mechan's own expectations.
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The words of Negative Rise were greatly mirrored in the Khelari. Of course, the reptilian was already very interested, but that was a technical distinction. Crouching there on the rock he'd climbed after scaling the caldera wall, clawed toes against the stone in tandem with the palm of his left hand and the spear held vertically in the right, one end on the ground, his eyes held exactly that: interest.
For a few seconds, he simply remained there, long, whiplike tail gradually swaying to and fro as he studied this strange creature and tried to place it. To no avail, of course. But that didn't stop him from trying. Eventually he gave up however, thinking the best way to approach this was to simply ask.
"You know, you're hard to figure out." he said, "You move fast, but you also wait. You smell great, but you also talk. What are you? Where did you come from...?"
As soon as the words started flowing out of the creature's mouth, Negative Rise's mind was churning with delight. -'Ah, sentience! Somewhat, maybe even average-to-above average, intelligent life!' his almost smiling face did not change the slightest as the creature seemed about to wrap up his questioning. 'Smell good? ME? Wait'll he gets a load of this minor trick...'-
As soon as the lizard's question ended, the lizard would now detect something - odd. Whatever scent Negative Rise was giving off beforehand, was replaced by ... nothingness. The lizard would definitely notice Rise's near-smile, which now seemed to be somewhat of a smirk, but even then it seemed as if the demon was in a perpetual bad mood by facial and body expression alone.
"Greetings, hmmm ... whatever your name is," Negative Rise began slowly. "I arrived here from some other planet. Seems you would obviously already know that. Anyway," before Negative Rise would continue with his own introduction, the demonic thought process constantly running through his mind gave him:
-'Lies, deceit, subterfuge, misdirection and misinformation.'-
Of course Negative Rise already knew he was going to lie to whatever creatures he encountered, but how to do so with one such as this?
Before he spoke again he smacked his forehand with his open palm. "How silly of me. I come from the planet Ag'xis. There, I was leading a force of my men against a great, evil horde of twisted beasts and corrupted men. I fear I was the only one to survive that great battle ... as our battle was rudely interrupted. Chunk of our planet was torn asunder even while the battle raged on, and within what seemed to be mere moments I find myself here. My people know me as Nev'oroxis, High General of the Tevron Reaches." With that he gave a quick, courteous half-bow-more-nod towards the lizard thing. His eyes never left the creature.
Even if the lizard could detect any sort of deception from Negative Rise, whatever the case, no matter what Rise said from that moment forward the planet of Patches will ALWAYS translate his name as "Nev'oroxis". Not even Negative Rise would know of this unless he was able to find himself completely alone to even attempt saying the name he had been known by on Earth. It was also a good thing Negative Rise had actually been to a planet the natives called "Ag'xis" which contained a chunk of land they referred to as the Tevron Reaches. The fact that Negative Rise was responsible for the utter damnation of the High General Nev'oroxis also came in handy. Besides, not ALL of his story was a utter lie. And if the creature asked to see the chunk of land he mentioned earlier, well - the bodies were absorbed through a great and powerful magic spell of the General of the opposing forces, which only effected dead bodies...but it was all for naught as Nev'oroxis dealt that foul leader a swift, timely death blow that also made his body disintegrate.
Obviously all this information was kept locked within Rise's head, dark powers keeping it sealed away from any sort of intrusion. He would reveal it as needed.[this entire thought process occurs while Negative Rise is speaking.]
The other, more immediate problem was - how to tell this lizard that his people did not give off any sort of scent...and that whatever the lizard had smelled must've been from the light that had flashed momentarily through the skies which in turn had been carried by the wind...he awaited the creature's reaction.[This part of his thinking is after he closed his lying mouth, will not distract him from the creature's reaction nor keep him from missing a word of the Khelarian's/lizard thing creature whatever reply.]
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The next day, some other patch of this crazy world:
Shortoth Graxin had been travelling, surprisingly very quickly, towards his forested destination. He had already determined he would simply tell any locals he goes by the name "Graxitica", if he ever encountered any to give such name to.
While he continued his journey, he was amazed at his newfound power - he found himself not walking but instead running, at an incredible pace for such a massive body. That wasn't the end all of these newfound powers, however. Of course a great hunger had filled this body ever since he occupied the shell, so during his journey he took moments to 'hunt'. Whatever wild, plains creatures that may have been left on any of the patches he crossed, were now occupants being digested within the great bulk of his new form. Of course, he didn't possess ALL his former power: [i]'No, that power I could only possess when I am TRULY whole once again...when every last bit of my essence is freed from those dreaded prisoners,' this thought brought about questions that had been running through his mind for 900 centillion: 'Are the other pieces broken? Are the other pieces of me free as I am now? For how long have they been free?' this time disrupted by another track of his thinking rail-road, 'I must seek them out, even if they are already seeking out me.'
What "Graxitica" didn't know was that only two other pieces, each piece a strange, ancient prison in their own right, had been broken open to unleash two other "slivers" of the once almighty and terrible Dark World Emperor Shortoth. Neither of those slivers were on this planet, either (unless the Rogue Isles were also transported here to Patches!). He would've detected their precense immediately upon release.
The forest seemed to be getting closer now. His eyes, as keen as they were and augmented by magics placed upon himself, were just now making out the great height of the trees. Maybe five more miles or so? He couldn't really, truly tell, but that's how it appeared to him. He decided now would be a good time to pause and look around, before he went barreling towards the forest again... -
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Negative Rise stood atop the caldera for what seemed to be quite some time. Just merely observing the surrounding areas took quite some time, especially when everything appeared so strange and new to him. As soon as he was given the opportunity, Negative Rise took every available chance to seek out new planets, but it never seemed to fail: Those chances were few and far between, while many of his "assignments" landed him directly back on Earth. -'Heh - Earth,' his mind muttered to itself, 'A mere speck on the cosmic scale of things...yet such a marvel in its own right. HA! Humanity would be crushed by a few of the species I've encountered! Especially if those beings struck Earth RIGHT now. They are all weak, fools every last one of them...'- wherever his mind was going with that trail of thought was cut short as he heard the scampering of something scaling up the volcano. Nothing was approaching from the outside, so he turned around to look down inside the volcano. -'Ah, one of them approaches me. Very well.'- With that, he decided to make himself completely visible - a shadowy cloak that had enveloped him suddenly dissapated, but it would still be a couple minutes before his form phased in from the ethereal to corporeal.
This time, the not-smile was closest to turning into an actual smile from what he could remember. "This should prove very interesting indeed."
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The strange moutains
While events all across Patches continued to unfold, Shortoth Graxin slept for what seemed to be an eternity, but in all reality, the newest acquisition of the powerful being, an avatar in the form of an armored shell beast, only needed one good night's sleep to recuperate from the wounds inflicted upon it from Shortoth's transformation magics. Albeit the healing process was sped up by Shortoth's own healing magic.
Fully awake the entire time the body took to recover, Shortoth couldn't help but let numerous scenarios run through his head. Each and every scenario had been discarded as soon as it came; he had no clue where he actually was, or when he actually was. He peered into the pre-dawn sky - the skies here were siginficantly different from Kalderi.
'Could it be they imprisoned me on Keltosen?' the questioned he posed to himself would be a boon. 'They would truly be fools then. No, this is not Keltosen even. That is not the Oronobi star.' As he finished his thought, his hand instinctively pointed into the distance, at a sky still locked between night and day, straight at where the star for this strange world would appear. He then found himself look all about, any attempt to gage where he was at soon proved to be futile. There was what appeared to be a city off to the south of his position, vast plains beyond the mountains to his west, a massive, supervolcanic structure to his east, and far north: a vast expanse of forest. His senses proved to be quite strong. Where this being came from, vast expanses truly exsisted, and he truly comprehended the massive size of this planet. 'Well, nothing like a nice invigorating walk to get one's day going, is there?' his mind laughed. He picked up a pebble of this strange new world, flattened it out, and marked one side of it in the process. 'Mark, I head toward the volcano, no mark, toward the forest,' giving the flattened stone a flip in the air, his choices now clearly defined. He revealed the outcome of his game to himself, looked around once more, and took his first step in his newfound body. The first step of his newfound freedom. His journey would take him to the forest.
"Wonder what secrets that place holds," he said aloud, indifferent to any dangers this planet posed to him. "Maybe there's some elves there. Wouldn't surprise me whatever was in there." As he continued to walk, the sensation of hunger began to distract him. Looking around for whatever wildlife could be in the area, a quick, well-aimed psionic lance would drop whatever creature he could find to turn into a quick meal. After enjoying a quick breakfast, his journey continued. -
It was GONE as soon as I seen and typed it in!
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They should give the code to everyone that has posted in these threads, too - with exclusive for free codes. That'll never happen though.
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HAHAHAHA I was posting my last post when that 8th code was posted. /e facepalms...
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Yeah, less than 10 seconds ago it was posted, and I decided to distract myself looking at some other stuff. Refreshed twitter, saw the code image still there, inputted it and gone. Wow. Desperate times make for desperate people - while others I suspect just want some form of glory in claiming stuff like this. Oh well. 1 more try and I guess I'll let the last 2 codes pass - this has definitely taken away from any game time I would've had today. -shrugs- I dunno, maybe I'll keep going for the last 2 codes...-sigh-
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10 have already gone to EU. The NA servers are getting them now.
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Have your account management page set up to upgrade an existing account beforehand instead of having to choose which account to apply it to.
I hope they don't do the epic simul-post again. Also - what's up with rehashing the same ol' first part of the code? Shrugs - oh well two more times... -
Telling you - last minute epic simul-posting...
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It'll be an epic last minute simul-posting.
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These threads should be locked as soon as the code is claimed.
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Wait - wow holy hell - ok ok ok I'm over it already.
Seriously, though, you didn't know...so here we go. Quoting AD&D's Monstrous Manual (2nd edition D&D btw. Well, Advanced D&D...whatever.)
Quote:Sigh. OK enough of that. From what I truly remember of the alignment categories, chaotic evil beings are the "truly evil nutcases" of the evil side - unlike lawful evil beings as they hold onto some sort of twisted code, ethic, or actual law set.Originally Posted by AD&D Monstrous ManualDragon, Chromatic: Black Dragon
Climate: Any swamp, jungle, subterranean Frequency: Rare Organization: Solitary or clan
Active time: Any Diet: Special Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Description: Black dragons are abusive, quick to anger, and resent intrusions of any kind. They like dismal surroundings, heavy vegetation, and prefer darkness to daylight. Although not as intelligent as other dragons, black dragons are instinctively cunning and malevolent.
Breath weapon: A black dragon's breath weapon is a 5' wide stream of acid that extends 60' in a straight line from the dragon's head. They can cast spells.
Black dragons are born with an innate water breathing ability and an immunity to acid.
Also, black dragons will typically eat the following: fish, mollusks, and other aquatic creatures, being especially fond of gigantic eels. They also hunt for red meat but prefer to pickle it in ponds within their lairs for days before consuming it. However, all dragons can eat almost anything. Another noteworthy piece of info: As a family unit, the parents will defend their young - however, if the lives of the older dragons seem to be in jeopardy they will abandon their young to save themselves.
I'm also particularly fond of how D&D breaks down dragons into subspecies: chromatic dragons are all evil (lawful or chaotic evil only), gem dragons are neutral (topaz dragons being of the erratic, unfriendly chaotic neutral stance and crystal dragons being of the friendly, talkative chaotic neutral end), and metallic dragons are the good dragons.
All metallic dragons have 2 breath weapons while all the others only have one breath weapon. Four types of dragons don't have wings: brown, cloud, mist and dragon turtles, but only two of these can't fly: browns and dragon turtles.
Of course, classifying dragons in such manners makes it far too easy to distinguish them from one another, what their individual breath weapons and magical capabilities would be.
Also - story's getting better! Zane is definitely living up to the abusive and short-tempered reputation of a "traditional" black dragon. -
((OK - just to clarify things here a bit - didn't know where these damned armored creatures were coming from. Thought they were someone else's little piece of this patchwork puzzle of a world and was just using what is readily available. The prisoner locked in the pebble landed in some odd mountainous patch on one side of the volcano, but not within the Khelaris patch, and I coulda swore there was some sort of area near, but not exactly within, the Khelaris patch these beasts roamed in. Negative Rise's chunk of a planet landed elsewhere - I think it crushed some ancient, dilapitaded city, but also near the volcano.))
The Imprisoned
The lumbering hulk kept going, even when the sun set below the horizon, so near to this impending destination. The creature was weary, but something had kept it moving - and right now all it wanted to do was lay down and sleep.
The prisoner wasn't about to let anything like this happen, and kept their intentions from the beast very well hidden and most definitely obscured. Besides, images and promises of a great feast with many potential mates around this area were a great lure for the creature, even more so now as it got even closer to the pebble. Just a little closer...
The primitive mind of the armored beast would've been astonished, if it were capable of such. As it closed in on the source of it's misguided quest - there was an abrupt, savage change within the beast...it's four legs were not cooperating with it's simple mind to move forward. Indeed, there was greatness in this area, but it didn't take the form of food and female - the prisoner's powers were at that moment suddenly amplified: the beast lowered it's head, and found itself walking on two legs.
'Yes, keep moving forward, over here,' the prisoner slipped into the mind of the creature, 'Now, bend down. Extend your forearm, what used to be your front, right leg. Yes. Now, open your new found hand, what used to be the paw of that leg. Yes, very good. Place it onto the pebble here, oh very good. You're a quick study. Very good with instructions. Now, close your hand, let your new fingers wrap around the pebble. Oh, if the others could see you now! They would be so envious, jealous even! Oh, the alpha of your herd? He wouldn't stand a chance against you now! Yes, now stand back up. Go ahead, lift your head up into the sky!'
Suddenly, the beast received one final instruction: 'Now crush the pebble within your hand! Use all your newfound strength to do so!'
It was the last thought the beast would ever have...
The brilliance released from the pebble spread all across the Patchwork World, almost as if a new sun had arose in its sky.
"Muwhahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! I AM FREEEEEEEEEEEE!" Shortoth Graxin shouted out, as the entwined souls of the prisoner of the pebble suddenly found themselves residing within a newly acquired, naturally armored (and quite well armored at that), incredibly strong and vigourous body. The fiend, using its vast magical arsenal, had twisted the body of the creature: the lumbering shelled creature had now taken bipedal form, it's very skeletal structure had morphed to accept this new form. Of course, this transformation didn't go without it's price: many, many of the bones, if not all, were now broken, and even as Shortoth Graxin stood now, he would not be much longer. His power was also quickly diminishing. Before it all drained away, however - he quickly chanted an ancient, surely long forgotten spell, and with another flash of light, the healing process would begin, quickly mending the bones of the new body, reparing muscle and tissue damage, redirecting blood flow as necessary, especially since all the vital organs had been rearranged. As soon as the spell had worked its course through the newly acquired avatar of the Dark One, the body collapsed with a loud, audible thud, arms splayed out, legs buckled under and bent.
As he lay there on the ground, Shortoth could only help but to laugh.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA! All that time...all those eons...only to be free once more! HAHAHAHA! Those fools thought they could keep me locked away...yet they also knew it could only last for a specific amount of time..." at this, Shoroth willed his new appendage to bend, extending the digits out to scratch at his new chin. "How long has it truly been? What is this strange area I now find myself in? Oh, I suppose it doesn't matter - whatever manner of place I find myself in- it will only be a matter of time and perserverance before I find myself as triumphant over Carderon and his pathetic pack of miscreant gods! I WILL extend my hand, and my shadow will once again cover all of Kalderi!" ((Yes, he kinda still thinks he's on Kalderi...even though, deep down he knows he's not there anymore!))
His new body obviously physically exhausted, Shortoth Graxin allowed it to rest, even though he, the new mind of said body, could not. Hopefully it would only take until daybreak for this new body to recover to its full potential.
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Negative Rise peered into the cavernous, lava-lit caldera, gazing upon the structure before him. -'A truly magnificent marvel indeed,' he mused to himself, 'What manner of life would be capable of such a thing?'- He stood up from his new perch, looking up into the sky. It was getting dark out there, on whatever world this was. Then - the flash of light - -
What in the NINE HELLS was that? No, forget about it. I know what that is. An evil more ancient than anyone would be able to tell me about...well except for Him Below,' he reminded himself not to be so damn impulsive as he looked back upon the structure.- Of course, Negative Rise didn't have any exceptional, zoom-in type vision, but he was still very perceptive. Yes, he did possess augmented vision, such as being able to notice 'evil light' when he saw it. His ability to sense souls was very dulled, especially on this planet. -'That one ability, oh how useful it would be, but I know it can't be relied upon,' he emphasized this fact to himself. 'Well, if there's anything operating on that thing, I'm sure I'll be able to see SOMETHING eventually. Damn this volcanic ash & smoke!'- It was when he decided to pick up a piece of crumbling, molten rock to give it a toss that he noticed it.
"Extreme gravity here," he said aloud. "Makes sense now. Why it took two leaps to get to the top of this volcano, and why I seemed to run just a bit slower around the base. While beforehand, I was travelling at my fastest. Well, huh - what's that?" The question leapt out of his mouth as he spotted the machine. From his vantage point, it appeared as some odd, four legged thing. The brilliant lighting in the place gave away it's mechanical origin, however. "Bah, machines. Those are no fun at all!" he yelled out, hoping the machine at least had some audible sensory attachment to hear it. He really was disappointed: For perhaps the couple centuries that machines had risen to prominence on Earth, machinery had posed little to no significant problem for the forces of Hell - every single demon could easily possess a machine, could readily overwrite any base programming of any machine - but that was on Earth, in languages demons could readily understand. Wait - the forces of Hell were universal, even spanning across the multiverse! Yet his ability to detect nearby souls had been diminished to near non-existence, so why would the same not hold true with his demonic dominance over machinery? Without a further thought, he crouched once again, leaping back to the top of the volcanic caldera. He had no desire to play with toys, even if these toys were unfamiliar and new. Hell, even if these toys turned out to be sentient, and seemingly inhabited by some strange new form of machine-soul. The One Below would have a great addition to his armies, but Negative Rise just wasn't in the mood. He wanted to have some FUN on this odd, mysterious planet, and he wanted his victims to KNOW he was thoroughly enjoying himself at THEIR expense! -
With the mutant pack being released, and GR on its way, the temptation of altitis shall soon strike once again!
Of course, now with the mutant pack being released, that also means having to reoutfit a bunch of previous toons...but who would want to go through all that trouble when you can just make a new toon! -
Recluse: Now where did I put my "Supervillainy for Dummies" book at?
In the tower:
GW: Have you seen Recluse?
Mako: I think I seen him in his office.
GW: Thank you.
-Knock, knock- GW opens the door immediately. Recluse is playing with action figures of himself, Statesman, Numina and Ghost Widow.
LR: DAMMIT! You're supposed to wait for me to say "Come in!" after you knock! -
YOU SOOOOOOOOOO can't leave us hanging as to this stranger! C'mon now!
Actually if you need to take a break, understandable - just don't leave it sitting on the back-burner for too long, or you'll either a) forget about it b) get confused as to what direction you want to go with it and then forget about it or c) lose all hope at posting up what could be a very good story and forget about it.
Note that in all 3 options you'll eventually forget about it - but it will ALWAYS nag at you, in the back of your mind. Like a certain origin story I started writing for a bots/FF mastermind of mine...but I tend to ramble on when writing...
One more thing: In the -gasp- dungeons & dragons realms, black dragons are usually EVIL...so having a black dragon in your story that isn't necessarily evil is very intriguing. -
All it took for me to embrace my altitis was this game called City of Heroes/Villains, a creative streak of naming heroic and villainous toons, a notebook and a pencil.
However, when I made that alphabetized list, I took screenshots of the toon listings in-game, transferred the names to Word and then wrote up the listing. Dummy me numbered the listing AFTER I wrote up the alphabetized list. Go figure hahahahahaha! -
Holy crap. I thought I had altitis. You guys have done gone alphabetized your alts and took screenies. I just have a handwritten list of all my alts, listed by server.
Between my two accounts now I have like over 140 alts. The few that I've deleted are lost forever. I MIGHT have a couple of them still written down somewhere though...
Guess I'll just have to alphabetize all of my alts now. Screenshots might be a while.
I just alphabetized all my toons:
Listing A-Z
A) Alzul Graxin, Ancient Obligo, Arachneae, Archean, Aryiaki, Autumn Desire
B) Big Bad Spider, Bitchenstein, Block Ben, Bonnie Sairia, Bruiser Mac, Busta Rambone
C) Capacity, Chill Sister, Cold Sister, Commando Sister, Craggur, Cruiser Mac, Cryonia, Cruel Sister
D) Daisy Chain-Reaction, Dark Genesis, Dejeannie, Destruction Function, Dianna Spectre, Dirty Ol Turtle, Dominant Sister, Doctor Mechan, Double-Barreled, Dr. Mechan, Dr. Somniac
E) Electric Sister, El Grandioso, Eruptica
F) Fallen Spider, Felix Maxis, Felix Nostrus, Feral Sister, Flame Sister, Fridge Troll, Frigidize, Furious Sister
G) Gale Spectre, General Enmity, Gigerfuse, Graxus Qu-Xarxes, Grim Ecks P Reaper, Grim Saviour, Gun Sister
H) Harmbringer, Herja Rota, Hoss the Dragon, Hrracktor, Hurricane Sister
I) Icerberg, Ichikatsu, Inconsiderate, Innocent White, Interment, Interstellar Wind, Irradiated Sister
J) Jimmy the Wolf, JusticeBot Ver 1-01, JusticeBot Ver 2-01, JusticeBot Ver 3-01, JusticeBot Ver 4-01, JusticeBot Ver 5-01
K) Kara Kyfling, Kerplector, KO Bro, Kyzock
L) Lab Turtle, Legendary Legend, Leon Novus, Lethal Vision, LuLu Silverydream, Luminary Spectre
M) Magnum Sister, MegaAmp, Megalo-Magmar, Meizhu, Mistress Zephyria, Ms. Doomie
N) Naughty Sister, Negative Rise, Neutros, Night Raine, Niltovia, Ninja Sister, Nitro Kitty
O) Obligo, Obstruct, Officer Reno, Operative Leta, Overstorm, Over Stomp
P) Psychotic Sister
Q) Quick-edge
R) Random Swear Word, Raucous, Remelt, Rhaenna, Rigger Mech, Robo Dan, Rock N Roll Rebel, Rokgard, Rumble Jewel
S) Sam Sinder, Samurai Sister, Scorch Sister, Scourge Sister, Seraphis, Shifty Sal, Shotgirl, Sinister Sister, Smasher of Evil, Snappin Turtle, Sniper Bot, Stab Sister, SugarLoadedCandyCane,
T) Tiffy, That Damn Turtle, Thorn Sister, Torque Tortoise,
U) Unfortunately
V) Valsalvia, Veronica Vital, Vyzock
W) War Sister, Whenever, Widow Sister,
X) Xiala
Y) Y
Z) Z
This listing doesn't take into account that some of these names I've cloned across the servers, nor does it take into account copies of toons I've sent to the test server.
Total toon count plus cloned names minus copies on test equals 159 toons. So with copies on test I'm up in the 160's. Not to mention I need to make toons with names starting with Y & Z! -
The prisoner of the tiny pebble, the latest addition to the patchwork world, was growing impatient. Whatever manner of beast the prisoner's psyche had latched onto surely was a slow, lumbering creature. A wave of psychic energy seemed to lash out from the pebble, and suddenly, that lumbering beast, who had once been peacefully rumbling about the plains feeding on the grasses close to the volcano, was now barreling forward at an incredible pace. This desire to reach a specific destination was very new and strange for the beast, and it found itself unable to fight, let alone overcome that newfound desire. So it heeded the will of the imprisoned, twisted twin souls locked within the pebble, and by sunset (or what could be taken as sunset on this planet) found itself within just a mile or so of the pebble.
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Negative Rise stared down into the caldera of the volcano, looking up and down the impressive, crystalline structure that seemed to be attached to something below. -'What is that, anyways...?' the dark minion queried to himself, '...Some sort of city, a spaceship...Are there any souls living in this stark, deadly to human environment?'- The demon decided to leap down a bit, to a seemingly stable outcrop of rock inside the caldera, in order to get a closer look and keep observing it. If anything should happen to be living in this thing and actually exit it, he would spot it, since his demonic power to sense nearby souls seemed to be suddenly cut off. The effects of being corporeal were taking their toll on his powers, but that effect was well-known to all demonkind and would slowly dissapate, and he knew how to deal with it. Besides, he would maintain a vast portion of his demonic power, another trick all demons knew of and he seemingly mastered that trick long ago.